#everything is making me mad from looking at the dash which is hurting my ego and need for attention.

[nightfallrevel]

White Day - Shinsou

A/N: Finally! Part two to Shinsou’s Valentine post! Check out the master list in my bio to read the Valentine posts!

My apologies for the long wait on this one. I ran into a bit of a writing wall and I’ve really been struggling with finishing things. I mostly blame my inability to remain focused for any kind of long period at a time.

I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to Shinsou’s White Day!

Warnings: none, floof

Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,891

You had decided that Shinsou Hitoshi was the worst person you’d ever met. Even after he’d been your friend for the past year and a half. Even after you’d had the biggest crush on him for most of that time. He’d gone and ruined everything with one simple comment.

He had actually had the nerve to demand Valentine’s chocolates from you while, in the same breath, saying that you were just like all the other girls. You were no different than the other girls in class that giggled over him at a distance. The other girls who would sweet talk themselves into his good graces, pressing themselves against him whenever they thought they could get away with it.

You had never done any of those things, and you hated it when they did that. Of course, you never let your jealousy show; quietly putting up with their vulgar behavior. Of course, Shinsou never seemed to mind it as he allowed it to continue with a word of discouragement. You supposed he enjoyed the attention.

Whatever. Let him have it. You refused to be a part of it, anymore. No longer did you sit with him at lunch, giving him a death glare if he so much as breathed in your direction. You walked back to the dorms with your other friends, ignoring Shinsou and storming away from him every time he approached you. To say you were furious with him was an understatement.

While you were busy ignoring and avoiding him, you neglected to see a change in Shinsou’s behavior. You had been giving him the cold shoulder for a couple of weeks and he was becoming increasingly agitated towards your other classmates. He wasn’t exactly the brightest ray of sunshine to begin with, but his mood had begun to deteriorate immensely.

By the third week, you began to notice a change in your female classmates. They seemed to start skirting around Shinsou, giving him a wide berth, while giving you mean looks. The girls huddled around each other in the corner and you could hear them whispering about Shinsou’s foul moods lately and how he wasn’t any fun to be around lately. You didn’t care about that, though.

No, what really interested you was the fact that they seemed to blame it all on you and pointed out that his decrease in friendliness had begun the day after Valentine’s Day. You didn’t care what they were saying, but their timeline had your interest. Had you really caused him that much upset?

You tried not to let yourself think about it as you continued to ignore him. Shinsou Hitoshi was just going to have to accept that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You would have been lying, however, if not being around him was having its affect on you, too. You found that it was more difficult than you’d thought it would be to block out your long-nurtured feelings for him.

As you made your way back to the dorms by yourself, preferring to be solitary lately, Shinsou blocked your path. His gaze was angry as he stared you down. You glared back, refusing to stand down. He spoke first.

“What the hell has been your problem lately? You make me chocolates for Valentine’s Day and now you suddenly hate me?” Shinsou’s hands curled into shaking fists at his side. He was really mad and it only fueled your own anger.

“Do you seriously think that you get to take that tone with me after the way you treated me?” You spat back at him. All of your pent up hurt and anger welled up at once as his expression took on a hint of confusion. “Demanding chocolates from me and saying that I’m just like all the other girls. The girls that hang all over you like cats in heat. It’s disgusting, and you always eat it right up.” 

You watched Shinsou’s face morph from angry confusion to shock, then quiet realization. “Y/L/N… I didn’t-”

“No!” You cut him off. “I don’t want to hear your excuses and I don’t want your apologies. We were…” Tears sprang to your eyes, unbidden, choking your words. “We were supposed to be friends and you said that!” Shinsou stared at you in complete shock and you couldn’t take his silence a moment longer. You pushed past him as your tears streamed down your face, not wanting him to see you so upset.

How were you supposed to face him after this?

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Shinsou watched in stunned silence as your shoulder knocked against his own as you left him standing there alone. Rooted to the spot, he couldn’t find his voice to try and stop you. Your words had cut him like a knife and he didn’t blame you for your anger.

He’d messed up. A few careless words and now you hated him. It wasn’t as sudden as he thought, after all. He was a complete and utter moron to not have seen it sooner. He had been stupid to even say what he did to begin with. However, his words were not intended to mean what you thought that they did.

It was a long moment of him cursing to himself before he could finally move from the spot where you’d left him. Shinsou knew that he was going to have to apologize to you in a big way. You were so mad at him, though, he was unsure if you would even listen. His biggest question was how he was going to apologize to you.

As he walked back to the dorms, mulling it over silently, he overheard some other students discussing White Day. His footsteps slowed, an idea slowly forming in his mind. White Day. It was barely a week away, giving him time to plan and also allowed you some time to cool down.

An immediate idea came to him that he could start on right away and he dashed towards the campus gardens. Without much trouble, he got permission from the Garden Club to get flowers from the garden in the early mornings.

Shinsou had paid very close attention to you the moment he realized that he had feelings for you. He’d been very careful at concealing them, waiting to get a feel for how you felt about him. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, but he had no idea how to approach you about it. The last thing he wanted was to be wrong and scare you away.

Valentine’s Day had changed that, however, when he’d seen you try to sneakily hide a box of chocolates in your desk. That was when he let his ego take over and wound up messing everything up. Now, he had to do whatever he could to make it right.

Every morning leading up to White Day, before class and before his daily training, he left a single bloom of your favorite flower on your desk. It was early enough that no one was around, so no one could suspect him. Least of all you. He usually found his way to class about five minutes before start, which meant that most of your classmates were already in the room. 

By the time he made it to his seat, you were already admiring the flower he’d left with confusion. You had no clue that it was him. Shinsou was willing to bet a lot that you had no idea that he even knew your favorite flower. Day after day, he would smile to himself as you handled each flower with the utmost care. He could tell that, even though you had no idea who they were from, that they were making you nearly giddy.

White Day finally arrived and Shinsou hoped that the daily flowers had been enough to soften you up. He had managed to reach the dorms before anyone else, even after stopping at the gardens, and waited at the entrance for you to return. When you finally appeared, you were alone and you hesitated when you saw him.

He watched as you seemed to contemplate another way into the dorms without crossing his path and he lifted the bouquet he held in his hands as an offering to you. Your eyes widened slightly and you hesitantly stepped closer, just within reach of the bouquet. 

“It was you leaving the flower on my desk every morning?” Your soft inquisition reached his ears and he gave a gentle smile as he nodded. You frowned, not taking the flowers from him as you stared him down. “If you thought that somehow guessing my favorite flower and giving me a few was just going to magically fix everything, then you were sadly mistaken.” Shinsou’s eyes widened, the bouquet dropping to his side as his expression filled with anguish.

“Y/L/N, please, let me explain. You didn’t really give me a chance the last time we spoke and I’d really like to.” He stared straight back into your eyes as you contemplated his request quietly. After a moment, you shifted your backpack and clicked your tongue with annoyance.

“Fine. You have one minute.”

Hope fluttered in his chest, lifting his spirits a bit as his expression eased slightly. “You were right- I should have never said you were like the other girls. You’re not. In fact, you’re nothing like them at all.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “When I said that, I had only meant that I had noticed that you had a crush on me. I didn’t… I never even thought about the impact of what I was saying; I was careless.” Your expression, which had been stern and angry, was slowly softening. He pressed on.

“Y/L/N, I’ve never cared about those girls, and they don’t really care about me, either. But you care. I know you do. You cared enough to not only know my favorite sweets, but to take the time to make them by hand.” He smiled at her. “I didn’t guess your favorite flower. I’ve known it since the first week you came to this school. I care about you, too, and I made a stupid mistake. I got too cocky and I hurt you in the process. I’m so, so sorry.”

You stared at each other for a long moment, tears gathering in your eyes. Shinsou shifted closer, though he hesitated to reach out to you. “Will you please forgive me, Y/L/N? It’s White Day, you know, and I’m trying to tell you that I feel the same way. Please-” His pleading was cut short as you suddenly tackled him, your arms wrapping around his torso.

The bouquet fell to the ground as Shinsou returned your embrace, burying his face in your hair. A soft sniffle was muffled against his chest and he carefully pulled you away so that he could wipe away your tears. “You’re such an idiot, Hitoshi, you know that?” He smiled gently, lifting a hand to push back your hair.

“Yeah, I know.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was softer than you imagined was possible from him. However, he was yours and you were his. The two of you had a lot of growing to do, but you were confident that you could do it together.

#my work #white day event #Shinsou Hitoshi #Shinsou x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia

[phantomphangphucker]

DannyMay Day 23: Lightning - It’s Stormy Work

Having gym outside in the sun is just asking for trouble really; especially when Fenton’s practically attracts trouble.

They had been running, outside because why the Zone would Amity be sane and have people inside during rainy crappy weather. Though fine, the new gym teacher was a lot nicer than Testlauf ever was, and drastically less insane too. Even if it was a bit weird having a teacher who seemed to care about each of their personal fitness over just having a fit class in general. Meaning he actually was trying to spend time with each student and give them personal pointers. Only a few problems with that for Danny, the teacher didn’t know him and his weird at all, Danny’s body didn’t even abide by normal physique so any advice was much less useful, and finally, Danny was actively pretending to be less fit than he was. That last one was the one being a problem right now, Danny’s gym cloths covered him head to toe but definitely didn’t hide his muscles as well as his normal thick baggy clothing did. At least they covered the scars though. That was something.

“Come on Danny, I know you can run faster than this”, Camp Bell very pointedly looks down at Danny’s legs and to his -definitely not heaving- chest, purely for emphasis. Most people would look at the tall thick tube socks and assume that’s what was giving any level of definition to his lower legs, but he wasn’t quite that oblivious. And occasionally the loose oversized gym shorts made it clear they weren’t covering skinny twig legs. The weirdest thing was the kid acting like he was slightly tired when he clearly wasn’t. He just wasn’t trying and seemed lazy instead. Camp would get it, some people just don’t give a damn about fitness. But Danny clearly did. If Camp had to guess, he’d say the kid was more fit than most of the sports kids. And it wasn’t even the kind of fit he usually saw on teens, even ones that did workout a lot. And he handled the slick muddy terrain like it wasn’t even wet at all. While everyone else’s feet would at least occasionally slip or stagger; Danny’s just never did.

Danny grunts, trying to seem like he’s doing everything in his power to ignore the teacher, “don’t wanna”, then looking up, like most of the class, at the bang of thunder and flash across the sky. Danny mentally noting how they weren’t very far apart at all, so the lightning was pretty close by actually. It honestly made him feel a little nice and comfy inside.

Ever since the whole Vortex thing, he had a bit of a liking for storms. And of course the ghost in him just liked the chaos storms could cause by nature, as well. Course, he preferred a snowstorm over thunder and lightning. Totally his ice Cores fault for that particular preference. Lightning always did make him feel energised though, and tingly. That, he firmly blamed on the whole died by electrocution thing. Feeling the hairs on his body frizz out a little at another flash of lightning, muscles and bones vibrating with the thunder. Flexing a little -which yeah, he probably shouldn’t do- at just kind of wanting to genuinely run, or preferably fly, through the electrified air.

Camp shakes his head, “why not? The entire point of this class is to give you kids a chance for some quality guided exercise and of course sports. You clearly do look after your body, so why not take advantage of having someone knowledgable around?”. Pausing and stopping to stand with pretty much the rest of the class at actually seeing lightning strike the ground. Alright, maybe it would be best to move back inside at this point. Dodging lightning bolts was not a form of exercise. At least not a good safe one. Side-eyeing the black-haired teen, seeing the muscles around his neck tensing slightly. Camp would question if maybe the boy was bothered even possibly frightened of the weather, that would explain the reserved running, if it weren’t for the slight smile and rather happy twinkling in his eyes.

Camp shakes his head and steps away to be more in the centre of the running teens, cupping his hands over his mouth, “alright eveyone! We’ll be heading back in for a quick round of dodgeball!”, mentally chuckling overhearing a few groans. Everyone either loved or hated dodgeball, but it was good for them to experience. Less rigid than typical sports and fostered either resourceful sneakiness or confidence.

Danny sighs, sure he usually intentionally let himself get hit/knocked out but it rubbed his ghostly ego the wrong way and the jocks always threw with the intent to hurt rather than win. Grumbling, “oh just kill me now”. Then, as if the universe was attempting to answer his annoyance, he promptly gets struck by lightning square in the chest and thrown back into the muddy grass. Danny for his part just shouts, “oh shit!”, and groans on the ground, “I didn’t mean that literally”.

Meanwhile, everyone else either screamed/squealed or were openly gapping. Camp is frankly shocked at hearing someone mutter, sounding almost bored, “oh, it’s just Fenton. Of course it’s Fenton. Why wouldn’t it be? Who cares”. While he runs over to the downed teen. Who just waves him off with a hand from the ground.

“I’m fine. I’m good. I’m okay. Holy Shit”. Danny’s just think on ‘Oh so this is how being electrocuted feels’ considering he didn’t actually remember feeling the electricity from his death. He sure as shit remembers the feeling of a portal opening up on/in him though. Even if that/this probably isn’t how being struck by freaking lightning feels to a normal person. Considering he can feel the ectoplasm in him basically absorbed the charge and is more or less vibrating like mad. He so does not want to sit still right now.

Springing up onto his feet and shaking out his arms, giving the slightly gapping teacher a wide smile, “whelp, now I’ve got something else to add to my list”.

Camp blinks and shakes his head, grabbing the boy’s shoulder, “what? Boy, you were just struck by lightning”.

A red-haired teen gets his attention by waving her hand dismissively, “Danny’s always gettin’ hurt. He’s got some weird contamination thingy though, so it absorbs the blows or whatever”.

Camp blinks at that, what? He had heard that the Fenton’s were a bit strange and had heard more than a few rumours that Danny specifically was quite strange. But some kind of condition or ‘contamination’ that could let him get hurt and just be... fine? That seemed ludicrous. Looking to one of the sporty boys, who adds in, “yeah, freak got like, stabbed or something last week. He was fine in, like, minutes”.

Camp just blinks as a few others start adding in their two cents, seemingly uncaring about the poor weather now that they weren’t running in it.

“Oh and remember when his arm got set on fire? He didn’t even seem to notice”.

“Pretty sure Dash made him eat poison once and legit nothing happened. Guy was pissed”.

“Course nothing did, the freaks house is a poison”.

“And hasn’t he been stabbed, like, a lot though? Lightning is a definitely new one”.

Emile nods, “oh yeah, has to be”. Everyone looking to Danny then, Camp included. Making the teacher actually note now how the teen's shirt was burnt up before everyone gapes at another boot of lightning striking Danny and sending him shooting sideways and back onto the ground.

Danny groans, “well, it’s definitely not a new one now”, and pushes himself up, shaking mud off his hands dramatically and grumbling, “also, I’m not a fucking lightning rod”.

Camp blinks, “language”, and shakes himself off to shoo people inside. The last thing he wanted was someone else getting struck. Before grabbing Danny’s shoulder again, how could this kid seriously be okay? “Are you actually alright? What do they mean by ‘contaminated’? And- woah”, cutting himself off a little at Danny basically peeling off the charred burnt shirt. The boys' undershirt’s even burnt up a fair bit and frankly smells rather nasty. But that all gets him a glimpse at what Danny’s actually got going on. Camp’s pretty sure he’s never seen someone with an actual seriously defined six-pack. Then there’s the ridiculous amount of scarring.

Danny blinks at Mr. Bell and moves his definitely obliterated shirt to cover up his burnt undershirt a little, “I’m good and dandy, let’s just go let people hurt each other with rubber balls. And it’s an ecto-contamination thing. Totally unique and totally got it handled. Don’t worry about me and mine”. Snapping his head around at more thunder and light flashing, “yup, no worries here. Prefer not to do that again though soooo”, and gestures to the school building. He actually wouldn’t mind too much, but he definitely feels a bit like the damn energiser bunny and would rather not just stand still.

Camp watches the teen go and frowns a little bit. Officially pretty sure Danny’s fitness was acquired in dangerous ways. Not much he can really do and it’s not like he actually knew any of his students well yet. He still wants to tell the boy to go to the nurse, at the very least. Shaking his head and heading inside, glaring at the sky before closing the gym door.

He’s honestly not too surprised the teens have already grabbed the balls, divided into teams -definitely unfair teams though-, and started. Camp missing his chance to send Danny off as the boy grabs a spare gym shirt and joins the team with precisely zero jocks. Watching him grin almost maliciously and rub his hands together. Camp raises his eyebrows, pretty sure he saw literal sparks in the teens' palms. Did Danny quite literally absorb the lightning? Watching him grab up a ball and whip it across the room, one of the jocks yelping, “you shocked me!”, making everyone pause before Camp watches absolute Hell break loose. With everyone basically clamouring for Danny to hit them but also trying to avoid being hit. Camp mumbles, “alright, so this town is actually rather insane”.

Danny just smirks and rubs his hands on another ball, this was fun and he didn’t even really have to throw the balls hard or try to avoid thrown balls. After zapping Todd, there was no way anyone was going to actually try knocking him out. Everyone wanting the added novelty and craziness of electrified balls, because Amity was wild and used to danger. Danny was just liking the chaos of it. Bouncing around and ruffling up one of the smaller geeks hair, snickering at it puffing up with static. Though he does notice Mr. Bell mouthing ‘nurse after’ at him. Which fine, that was a reasonable request. Even if said nurse would take one look at him, realises he’s, well, him, and shoo him off without even checking him over. He’s pretty sure the nurse thinks he’s immortal or something.

Danny rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the teacher and grabs up another ball; snickering at the sparking, which fine, he just might be adding just a teeny tiny bit of ecto-electricity too for funsies.

End.

#dannymay #dannymay 2020 #dannymay2020 #phandom #danny fenton #casperhigh students #lightning #electrocution #fan fic #phan phic #my wirting #short #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth #thetribalmoth #Danny Phantom

[fanatic1997]

Fireworks

Summary: You need a date to your family’s cookout and your roommate, Tom Holland, happens to be a pretty decent actor. However, he also happens to be the guy you’ve been crushing on for months.  

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff (No FFF spoilers) 

Here’s just a small blurb. I should be updating my other stories but hopefully this will help me get out of my writers block. Let me know what you all think!

You wrung your hands nervously as you stood outside your roommates door. You had practiced how to ask Tom for days now to accompany you to your families cookout on 4th of July. In all honesty, you had worried you wouldn’t recover from the emotional distress you would feel if he would say no to pretending to be your boyfriend. I mean, that would basically put on a billboard that he didn’t like you in that way and that would hurt.

“Hey Tom,” you walked into your roommates bedroom and instantly regretted your decision of not knocking as you walked into a freshly showered Tom wrapped in only a towel hanging much too low on his hips.

He yelped and you turned away immediately. You could feel your face flush and you felt hot all over. Even though you had turned away from Tom, you still covered your eyes with your hands.

As if you could ever wash away the image of a shirtless, wet Tom from your memory.

This didn’t help your crush on your adorable roommate at all. Well crush was much too strong of a word. You would call it an   emotional inclination to your roommate slash best friend. Yup, that’s all it was, a small soft spot in your heart for Tom that was totally rational since he was such a sweet, good looking friend.

Crap. Even you didn’t believe yourself. You had it bad for your roommate.

Tom chuckled, pulling your hands that covered your eyes softly back down to your sides. “I’m decent now,” he laughed slightly.  He felt his ego rise seeing your blush. His plan was working.

He had been working up his courage to ask you out for months now. He actually had feelings for you since before you had moved in. Tom had wormed his way into getting you to move in with him and he had worked hard to plant his seeds of you finally seeing him in a romantic light for months now.

Your flush returned when Tom didn’t move away from you and held you hands in his. This was doing wonders to your heart.

“My family is having a cookout tonight. And they’ve been nagging me to bring a date. And you’re a pretty decent actor so could you do this for me. I’ll do your chores around the apartment for a month?” You rushed through, feeling your confidence waiver. You were begging by the end of it; you were tired of fending off your mother’s insistent comments of your biological clock ticking and her desire for grandkids (even though you siblings had already procreated). You were 22 for God’s sake. Your biological clock was not ticking at all, but your mother was still persistent.

Tom put a hand on his chest “decent, I’m better than decent darling.” You rolled your eyes at his cocky attitude.

Tom pretended to ponder your proposition. He absolutely would never pass up on this opportunity but he enjoyed making you squirm. “So we have to hold hands, call each other pet names and kiss,” Tom raised an eyebrow questioningly.

You felt the heat rise again in your cheeks. “We can avoid the latter by saying that we don’t like PDA,” you sate lamely. And you watched Tom ponder your proposition some more.

You felt regret wash over you. He was going to say no and you panicked. “I mean you don’t have to say yes. I can ask Harrison or maybe just put up with every body’s comments one more holiday,” You backed up to his door, trying to end this awkward conversation quickly and make a mad dash before you were overwhelmed with your emotions at having his rejection.

Tom felt jealousy pit in his stomach at the idea of you taking Harrison instead of him to your family’s get together. He had never met your family before so this was going to be a big step and the idea that you would even consider taking Harrison instead of him made him upset. He wondered when you two had gotten close enough for him to be an option.

Tom shook his head, “No I’ll do it. But I want to add something to your proposition,” Tom smiled seeing your eyes light up, thankful that you wouldn’t have to put up with your families stupid comments but you squinted suspiciously at him. “I absolutely refuse to clean the restroom. You know your bad aim in the mornings,” you started and Tom chuckled holding a hand up to stop you. But his face flushed at having his lack of ability in controlling his bladder in the mornings discussed.

“I won’t tell you what it is until we drive off from your parent’s house,” Tom eyes sparkled with a new emotion he hardly ever let you see and you recognized it as flirting. Before you could ask about it however, he rushed to change the subject.

“What time are we leaving?” he asked quickly and he smiled seeing your eyes light up. He hoped this meant more to you than just a fake date. He didn’t let you agree to his new condition because he recognized your desperation and he knew you had no choice but to say yes.

It’s not like you would say no anyways. You heart soared at the thought that Tom agreed to be your fake date. _________________________

3 hours later....

You regretted bringing Tom to your family’s cookout.  Your mom wouldn’t stop harassing Tom.

“Look at his biceps sweetie. I bet he could pick you up over his shoulders” she commented as Tom sat and ate another taco, hiding his embarrassment, but he ate up the compliment. He was glad he had hit it off with your mother already. Although, he wished she would stop loading his plate up with more food. You had already whispered to him that he could say no but he refused. First impressions were everything and he need your mum to like him.

Tom had held your hand during the whole event which had passed off your relationship pretty well. Even your brother had given him the whole big brother talk.

You watched your father smile happily when Tom refused the beer he had offered him. You had rolled your eyes at your father’s overprotectiveness but you were impressed with Tom. He was really trying to get your family to like him.  

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had seen the looks Tom threw your way when you weren’t looking. She had even seen the way he held you slightly close when the first fireworks lighted up the sky. Even though she could tell some of the pet names were forced, there was an obvious chemistry between the two of you.

The two of you were now sitting next to each other, watching the fireworks light up the sky. You watched your mom load up a to go plate for Tom since it was already getting late and you laughed. Tom had laid on the charm quiet thick but you appreciated him.

“I’ve never seen my mom this friendly to any of my other dates before,” you smiled and Tom only shrugged before a spike of jealousy hit him.

“How many have you brought home to meet your mum,” he asked casually, taking a sip of his coke.

“Well actually” you pondered the question. You never really had brought home a date. You had been picked up by dates before but you never really had introduced them to your mother. “I think it’s just you now that I think about it,” you said a little embarrassed.

You watched Tom smile before leaning in and pecking you on your cheek.

The fireworks were coming to an end and you felt your heart pick up its pace since Tom hadn’t leaned away. He stayed a few milimeters from your face and you noticed his eyes glance down to your mouth for a fraction of a second before he leaned in ever so slightly.

“What I want in exchange for this is a date tomorrow, a real one,” he whispered.

Your only answer was to lean in and place your lips onto his. Tom surprise washed away quickly and he reached up to caress the nape of your neck and to hold you steady.

Tom’s lip moved over yours expertly. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for access and you were just about to give it to him when you heard shuffling behind you.

You stopped immediately, frozen when you remembered that you were technically not alone.

“Oh don’t mind me sweetie, I’ll go back inside. You guys can continue,” you mother threw the both of you a wink before walking back into the house. You heard her say something about grandkids before she disappeared.

You laughed. “I think my mom will be really disappointed if I don’t bring you home for the holidays.”

“I think I’ll be dissapointed if you don’t bring me for the holidays love,” Tom smirked before once again capturing your lips with his. 

#Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #spiderman #Spider-Man: Homecoming

[juju-on-that-yeet]

It Takes a Village, Chapter 5/12

In this chapter, Dark decides to watch Yan for the day because SOMEONE has to (also Yan is cute don’t @ him). This is probably my favorite chapter so far. ;w;

Tags: @tired-eldritchhorror @peribloke (ask to be tagged!)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Enjoy!

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Dark may be annoyed that Yandere is currently a baby, but he supposes he shouldn’t just ignore him while waiting for him to go back to normal. He remembers how much Yandere enjoyed his company before, after all, and if Yandere remembers being avoided when he changes back he’ll no doubt be mad at Dark for it.

That’s what Dark tells himself, at least, and that’s what he tells Dr. Iplier one morning when he offers to be Yandere’s caretaker for the day.

It’s pragmatic. It makes sense. Dr. Iplier is busy enough, and Dark needs him to do his job and keep the other egos alive. Yandere needs to spend time with Dark for the reasons already established. It’s the most practical way to navigate the situation.

Maybe, also, he might just slightly, almost, sort of find baby Yandere completely adorable.

But that only needs to be between him and Yandere.

Dr. Iplier seems to accept Dark’s practical reasons for wanting to watch Yandere, and hands him over for the day after giving him supplies and telling him everything he needs to know about caring for a baby. Dark is fortunate that he has the ability to teleport back to his office, rather than walk through Ego, Inc. with a diaper bag on his shoulder.

“It’s going to be the two of us, today,” Dark tells Yandere as he lets the diaper bag slide off his shoulder onto the floor of his office, “I still have to work, but I hope you’ll enjoy my company, at least.”

“Lub Ahmie!” Yandere shouts, grabbing Dark’s cheeks so exuberantly it stings like a slap.

“I love you, too,” Dark answers with a pained wince. Still, he kisses the top of Yandere’s head before moving to sit down on the floor.

It’s only necessary. Dr. Iplier had told him that Yandere would want a lot of playtime. Also, there’s that persistent little fact that Yandere is exceedingly cute, and that watching him play might possibly be even cuter.

Dark rummages through the bag, sitting cross-legged with Yandere in his lap. Yandere watches him go through the bag with curious eyes until Dark pulls out a board book to move aside.

“Boog!” Yandere cries, pointing at the book and reaching for it.

“You want to look at this?” Dark asks.

Yandere’s continued grabby hands seem to be answer enough.

“Alright, here,” Dark says, giving the book up.

The book itself is small, with thick cardboard pages. It seems to be animal-themed, with a photo of a rabbit on the cover. Yandere opens the book to a random spot, featuring a photo of a snake on one side and a frog on the other. Each page has a square of fabric, probably meant to emulate the feel of each animal. Yandere pokes at the snake fabric.

“That’s what a snake feels like,” Dark says. He points to the snake photo. Yandere looks between the snake and the fabric with knit brows.

“Rub,” he finally announces.

“Rough? I would assume so,” Dark says. “Perhaps try the frog?” He points to it.

Yandere pokes at the fabric on the other page.

“Stiggy!” he exclaims, put doesn’t stop jabbing at it.

“I suppose a frog would be sticky,” Dark muses, “Which one is your favorite?”

Yandere pauses in thought for a moment, a look of concentration on his face. He eventually flips through the book’s pages again, though “flip” may be too strong a word: He clumsily pulls each page back and forth, grabbing the same page a couple times without meaning to. After a prolonged pause, he finally manages to find the page he wants; the one that shows a fluffy gray tabby kitten with a similarly-colored square of fluff.

“Gitty!” Yandere says triumphantly, practically slapping the kitten in the book.

“Ah, of course,” Dark says, unable to help his smile.

He’s faintly aware of how ridiculous this situation would look to anyone else: Dark, the leader of the egos, powerful and evil, holding a baby on his lap and talking through a board book with him. But there’s no one around to see, so Dark can’t bring himself to care. Not to mention how happy Yandere is: He’s full of giggles and loud proclamations of how each fabric square feels, and once he’s touched them all, of what each animal is. His pronunciation is poor, but somehow that only makes his words cuter. Once they’ve gone through the whole book, Dark decides he ought to get to work at his desk. Hopefully Yandere will be satisfied with sitting on his lap as he works.

He moves to start getting up, but is stopped by the stark pain of his muscles locking up.

He grunts, half in pain and half in annoyance. He should’ve known better than to sit on the floor for so long like that. Even all these years of having this body haven’t loosened it up any, and Dark still has to deal with soreness and tightness on a daily basis. The pain and locking could even be worse than it is now, and Dark knows it’ll get worse the longer he sits here.

The best solution would be to send Wilford a text asking for help. Wilford, despite his mental detachment from how Dark got his body, always seems to know how to get Dark on his feet at times like this. However, if Dark did that, Wilford would poof into Dark’s office to see him sitting next to a diaper bag, with Yandere in his arms brandishing a board book. Dark can only imagine how much Wilford would make fun of him for it.

He doesn’t need Wilford, he decides. He can get up himself.

“Ahmie?” Yandere asks, apparently noticing Dark’s thoughtful, irritated silence.

“Don’t worry, love,” Dark tells him, “I just…need to get up, is all.”

Dark realizes it’ll be easier to do that without Yandere on his lap, so he gently picks him up and sets him down beside him. Yandere makes a confused noise, and almost immediately tries to crawl back into Dark’s lap.

“No, love, wait a moment,” Dark tells him, gently pushing him back.

Yandere pouts, but stays where he is.

Dark makes another attempt to get up, unfolding his legs and starting to stand. He goes slowly this time, paying attention to which motions make his muscles start to ache and changing how he moves for each one he finds. After what feels like an eternity, he has both feet flat on the ground and begins to fully stand. But as his body starts to uncurl, it suddenly locks up again, sending a jolt of pain up his spine.

It’s a bad one. The moment it hits he can’t suppress a sharp cry, and he can’t stop himself from falling back down, landing hard this time.

“Ahmie!?” Yandere cries, fear and confusion mingling in his shrill voice.

Dark can’t answer for a long moment as he lays on the carpet of his office, breathing hard through the pain’s aftershock. Yandere crawls towards him as fast as he can manage, getting to his face within seconds to stare at him worriedly.

“I’m…alright,” Dark says through gritted teeth. It’s not the most convincing he’s ever been, and though Yandere clearly doesn’t believe him, he doesn’t say anything else for a long moment as he watches Dark try to recover his bearings. A long moment seem to be all he can wait for before speaking again.

“Ahmie hurt?” he asks, brows knitting in worry. His little face begins to crumble with sadness.

Great, Dark thinks. This was supposed to be fun for Yandere, and now he’s so worried about Dark that he’s about to cry. And Dark still can’t get up.

“No, darling, it’s alright,” Dark murmurs to Yandere, trying to sound reassuring despite his pain, “Don’t you cry. I’ll be up again in a minute.”

Yandere sniffles, and Dark continues to try moving. But he’s going nowhere fast, and a minute comes and goes with him mostly in the same position as before. He hasn’t had pain this bad in a while, but then again, he hasn’t exactly sat on the floor with no support before. He wasn’t prepared for how bad he’d feel, and he’s certainly paying for it now. The longer he goes without being able to get up, the more concerned and antsy Yandere seems to get. Finally, whether due to boredom or concern, Yandere finally loses patience.

“Ahn helb!” he exclaims.

“Pardon?” Dark asks. He looks over at Yandere to see him pushing himself to his feet in the clunky way babies do. When Yandere looks up, his gaze is determined.

“I helb Ahmie!” Yandere says, and begins to toddle away.

“Yandere, no, get back here!” Dark calls after him. He’s not about to let Yandere wander out of his sight while he’s supposed to be watching him. What if he falls down the stairs? What if he closes a door on his hand or foot?

“Helb!” Yandere insists as he continues walking. It’s a slow, wobbly process, and Dark would find it cute if the situation were different.

“Yandere, I told you no,” Dark says, letting a measure of sternness into his voice. “You are going to come back here and stay in this room.”

Yandere looks back at Dark, seemingly conflicted. But then Dark shifts, and pain makes him wince, and Yandere’s expression turns determined again.

“I helb!!” Yandere yells with finality, before beginning to walk away once more.

Dark sighs. He can’t physically stop Yandere like this; his aura travels inward when his body is giving him trouble.

“If you’re going to go,” Dark mutters, “Then get Wilford. Nobody else. Can you do that for me?”

Yandere’s expression brightens.

“I helb!” he exclaims one last time, and finally dashes out of the room.

Dark can only hope he doesn’t run into some misfortune on the way to find Wilford.

~~~

While Yandere is gone, Dark makes more attempts to get up, but none of them get him far. So a part of him is rather relieved when Wilford poofs into the room with Yandere on his hip.

Only a part of him, though.

“What’dya do this time, Darky?” Wilford asks, clearly already amused. His face brightens further when he sees the board book and diaper bag on the floor. “Were you on babysitting duty today?”

“That doesn’t concern you,” Dark growls, “I need you to help me up.”

“Ya sure? Ya look pretty cozy down there,” Wilford chuckles.

“Wil, I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re never in the mood, but I gotta poke fun at you sometimes! Why were you on the floor, anyway?”

“…If you must know, Yandere wanted to read a book.”

“Wait, Dark, were you sitting on the floor reading Yan a story?? I wish I’d gotten here sooner! I’m already laughing imagining it!”

“I can see.”

“So you–”

Wilford is cut off when Yandere smacks his cheek with a tiny hand, pouting fiercely.

“Ow!”

“Helb Ahmie!” Yandere yells.

“I was getting to that, Yanny,” Wilford grumbles.

“Helb!!” Yandere yells louder.

“Alright, alright, sheesh!” Wilford mutters.

“At least someone has a sense of urgency,” Dark muses.

“Don’t act so high and mighty from the floor…Floor Man.”

“Floor Man?”

“Yan threw me off my game, shaddup.”

To his credit, Wilford puts Yandere down and does actually help Dark get up. It takes a good minute or two, but with Wilford’s help, Dark is eventually able to uncurl and fully stand, though his body still aches.

“Thank you, Wil,” Dark says, sighing as he rolls his neck.

“Sure thing, Darky!” Wilford answers, scooping Yandere back up. “Whatcha gonna do now?”

“Try to get some work done,” Dark answers, “And keep an eye on Yandere.” He reaches out and chucks Yandere’s chin, making him giggle. “I don’t know when Dr. Iplier will be back for him.”

“Wait, lemme get this straight,” Wilford says, “You just got up from the hard, rough floor, just so you could go sit on your hard, rough desk chair to work?” His brows furrow. “Next time I come to help you up you won’t be able to walk!”

“I’ll be fine, Wilford,” Dark mutters, managing not to roll his eyes, “I sit at my desk chair all the time.”

“And you need my help to get out of it all the time.” Wilford shakes his head. “I think you need to relax for a while before you go back to work.”

“Are you really one to tell me what I need for my health?” Dark asks, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly how much sugar do you eat in a day?”

“At least I relax when I need to!”

“When you aren’t staying up all night editing your show, that is.”

Wilford sighs dramatically…a little too dramatically.

“Alright, fine, you win,” he groans, as if he’s admitting a great defeat, “Go ahead and sit in that chair and ruin your back, I won’t stop you. Go ahead and take Yan and I’ll leave you alone.”

Dark’s raised eyebrow returns. The display is just a touch above Wilford’s usual drama, and Dark hasn’t known Wilford to give up on something so easily. But Wilford is holding Yandere out for Dark to take, and they both know that Dark is just as stubborn as Wilford when he has a mind to be. Perhaps Wilford doesn’t feel like a drawn-out argument today.

So Dark nods and takes Yandere from Wilford, holding him to his chest. Yandere smiles brightly at him, reaching up his arms and hugging Dark’s neck. Dark can’t help but make a slight smile in return.

“Before I go, Darky,” Wilford says.

“Hm?” Dark replies, not looking up from Yandere.

“Hold onto Yan tight, alright?”

“…What?”

In the next moment, Wilford lifts Dark into the air bridal-style, laughing as Dark shouts with indignation. Dark’s aura flails wildly, but the smell of cotton candy fills the air as Wilford’s aura combats it, keeping Dark firmly in Wilford’s grip. Yandere is alarmed and confused at first, but he soon starts to laugh along with Wilford, finding the situation great fun.

Dark, however, does not.

“What are you doing!?” he yells, “Put me down, you idiot!”

“Nope!” Wilford replies cheerfully, “You’re going to your room to relax and rest your back!”

“Like hell I am, you moronic, insufferable–”

Wilford doesn’t let him finish before teleporting into Dark’s bedroom and setting Dark down on his bed.

“There!” Wilford exclaims triumphantly.

“What makes you believe I’ll stay here when you leave?” Dark asks dryly.

“Hmmmm,” Wilford hums, tapping his chin with thought. He grins. “I suppose I’ll just have to stay here with you and Yanny to make sure.”

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Dark groans as Wilford snaps his fingers, poofing a chair into existence behind him.

“Yep!” Wilford plops down into his seat. “I get to hang out with Yanny and keep you from completely breaking your back again.”

“Again?”

“Did I say “again”? Whatever. My point remains.”

Dark sighs, looking down at Yandere. Yandere looks up at him, placidly smiling.

“I think we’re stuck with him, love,” Dark tells him.

“Wiff an’ Ahmie!” Yandere exclaims, reaching up and patting Dark’s cheek.

A part of Dark can’t wait for Dr. Iplier to come back, but another, bigger part thinks this might be bearable with Yandere.

~~~

A few hours later sees Wilford holding Yandere in his lap, playing with him as Dark takes a break to read a book. He’s still sitting on his bed, leaning back against the pillows, and even he has to admit that his back is feeling much better than it would have if he’d gone back to work. He’s half-listening to Wilford and Yandere as he reads.

“Now Yandere, if you’re gonna be a baby, you need to be able to defend yourself!” Wilford is saying. “Let me see, I bet I can…”

He snaps his fingers, and Yandere’s katana poofs into Wilford’s lap next to Yandere. The baby’s eyes light up as he grabs at the sword’s hilt.

“Gana!” he exclaims.

“Wil, you can’t give him a katana,” Dark chimes in, “He’s going to hurt himself.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Wilford muses. He thinks a moment before snapping his fingers again. The katana instantly shrinks to be perfectly sized for Yandere, who now grabs it easily. “That’s better!”

“That’s not what I meant,” Dark sighs.

“So, Yan,” Wilford says to Yandere, ignoring Dark, “How much do you remember? What level are we starting at?”

Yandere holds the sword’s hilt with both hands and waves it haphazardly in the air, watching it glint in the room’s light. He giggles as he hacks the air, narrowly missing slicing off the end of Wilford’s moustache.

“Okay, Level One, then,” Wilford says.

At that moment, there’s a knock at the door.

“Dark? You in there? You didn’t seem to be in your office; I’m here to get Yan.”

It’s Dr. Iplier. Wilford looks at Dark, then at Yandere, still waving his mini-katana.

“I’m here,” Dark answers, staring pointedly at Wilford, “Come in.”

Wilford poofs away the mini-katana, and Dark smirks, shutting his book and getting up from his bed as Dr. Iplier enters the room. Yandere lights up at the sight of him.

“Dada!” he exclaims. He practically bounces in Wilford’s lap, apparently overwhelmed at having three of his favorite people in the same room.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dr. Iplier laughs as Wilford hands the baby off to him, “I take it you had fun?”

“Wiff an’ Ahmie!” he replies.

“I can see that,” Dr. Iplier chuckles. He looks to the two of them. “Yan wasn’t any trouble?”

“Yandere was no trouble,” Dark answers, glancing at Wilford. Wilford sticks his tongue out at Dark.

“…Alright,” Dr. Iplier says, “I’m not touching on that, but thanks for looking after Yandere, both of you.”

“Don’t mention it, Doc!” Wilford answers with a grin, “It was fun to hang out with the little guy!” He ruffles Yandere’s hair, making him laugh.

“You’re welcome” is all Dark says, but he gently strokes Yandere’s cheek, and his lips quirk into the slightest smile as Yandere giggles and stares up at him adoringly.

Despite all the trouble, Dark decides he’d like to watch Yandere again very soon.

#darkiplier #yandereplier #wilford warfstache #dr. iplier #markiplier #kristin says stuff #my writing #it takes a village #this chapter has all my uwus

[beloved-judged]

Inner/Outer

This probably only applies to me, so... I guess keep that in mind.

I think the strangest thing about this process, the pathless path, is the dynamic between inner and outer changes.

Early on, I realized that there were, in essence, two ways to go about sacrifice. We appear to be free to tell the spirit that our sacrifices, offerings, and relationship is to be limited to that which happens outside ourselves: we’ll go this far, but no further. Offer up food, but no more. Pursue a relationship at arms’ length. Limit the domain of change to only the things we ask to change and no more. Ignore the prompt of the spirit except for when that prompt is inside whatever we consider to be the domain of the spirit (during ceremonies, while at temple, etc.)

There’s a dude on youtube who I watch sometimes who appears to have the full monty, in terms of initiation, but whose relationship with the lwa is directly mercenary. He talks a lot about “controlling” the spirit and about being very carefully specific with it so that it doesn’t mess you up, but honestly when I hear him talk, I simply hear... well, an exercise in futility, and quite possibly an insult to the spirit.

If I had to label anything Bizango, it would be that approach: it’s transactional. It’s mercenary. There’s no love in it, or very little. It’s very... aggressive and angry and all about what he gets out of the relationship, with loads of time spent talking about how dangerous the spirit is, and how it’s all about death and power and harm. It’s all about subduing his enemies and punishing anyone he doesn’t like. He may just be showing off for the camera, as a performance of his power, strength, and arcane or mystic force. I have no way of knowing.

This may just be my lack of experience speaking, but when I listen to him talk, I feel... a sense of disgust.

I recognize (or at least I have been told) that vodou is morally neutral by the standards of the Christianity of my childhood, but honestly my experience has been so much about virtue and light and love and healing and mutual relationship that it’s hard for me to recognize what he’s talking about.

I have no illusions that, being associated as closely with humanity as the spirit appears to be, that there is not another side to vodou. Survival takes what it takes, and my life has had some of that. You can’t get through life without being made aware (I hope) that the world is not always a place that wants to facilitate your well being or survival, and on occasion you just gotta get in there and get dirty.

I just find his approach bizarre, because I hear nothing mutual in it. No acknowledgment of the spirit as having a consciousness outside poorly leashed aggression, rage, and hate. The absolute refusal to change--a demand to heaven that it comply, without an apparent sense of the awesome arrogance of that demand and the grace of the spirit which permits it.

I’m told the spirit eats what we give it, in the sense that we reflect our relationship to the spirit. My understanding of that phrase is that if we approach the spirit with nothing but our rage, hate, aggression, loathing, and disgust, that is how the spirit approaches us (presumably because that’s how we’ve signaled we want to be approached.)

This isn’t to say that the spirit won’t approach us how it needs to, but rather that... well, I wouldn’t want to eat that as a consistent diet. Bon dieu save me from that. I have enough of my own darkness without asking for the spirit to reflect it back at me. I do not wish to compound my chains, but to cast them off.

We also appear to be free to give the spirit something else. One of the earliest choices I made when I started on this path as an adult, a few years ago, was not to keep the spirit at arm’s length: I wanted to be the sacrifice. It felt fitting, like something I was born to do, a fit of the soul that echoes through the body like a jubilant ‘yes’ which began in the pregnant silence before my physical life began, and will not end while I exist.

It feels like I was born to burn, not to be destroyed, but to live by burning away all that which is not spirit: my hate. My jealousy. My rage. My agony. All things burning away.

Oddly, while I remember my pain and its causes, increasingly I can see through it. Pain is a cycle, it contains a reactive cycle. It’s stupefying, blinding, intimately personal, and we are caught up reacting to it in a way that feels so natural. Pain compels us, rules us, and even when we sense the cycle happening, we seem unable to stop.

Those painful events happened. I remember being harmed and its after-effects, but I believe, under the tutelage of the spirit, that I will revisit these sources of pain, but that rather than dragging me under, I will be lead to see through them.

The price of intimacy with the spirit, at least what I understand so far, has been that burning process, which hurts, but in a different way than simple pain. It has been the spirit telling me no as no became necessary. It has been giving up who I thought I was, and the desires I thought I had.

I am... surprisingly content to be aligned, to give things up. I’m sure I’ll balk again, and I have balked before, but I am surprised to find that as I give things up, they are replaced. I was worried, at first, about giving up my individuality, my hard fought survival and the qualities that went with it, or giving up the things that made me, me.

Surrendering freely, without constraint, to the spirit seemed a kind of self-annihilating madness: the capstone of something many experiences in my life taught me to expect. A kind of ultimate masochism--to hurtle into extinction of the mind, body, and soul.

While I have given a lot of things up, that which has replaced them has been infinitely more satisfying. The control that I sought by tensing up, by trying to manage, by trying to be someone I was not, the control that everything in my environment taught me was necessary is...

What did I want?

Success. Respect. Love. Adoration. The gratification of my will and ego. Adulation.

I hate to say it, but those are cheap prizes. We are hurtling toward the eventual transition from physical life to whatever lies afterward for us, and no one will remember us long past our death.

This used to bother me as a thought a lot more than it currently does. And maybe it will bother me again as death comes closer, but I suspect the dead man (a borrowed but so wonderful phrase) will dance me away from living with a smile, when the time comes. I won’t go alone.

But if I serve whatever purpose the spirit has in putting me here on this earth, I don’t really have to worry about that. I will have done my duty, the duty I was permitted to incarnate for.

That’s essentially the best legacy I could hope for, somewhere in the invisible accounting of god, which fortunately for me supersedes any incarnate accounts of my life (good lord, do people miss a lot!)

I’m sure I’ll forget this from time to time, life being as distracting as it is, but I wanted to capture this musing while it was on me, and so far, the spirit hasn’t said no.

I burn. I dance. I serve, and I know that I am lucky. Whatever rank I do or do not attain, whatever incarnate acknowledgment of power I do or don’t have... look, I am permitted to be here, among the bodied, in this strange and lovely reality.

My pride might need a reminder from time to time, but incarnation alone makes me lucky. And someday, perhaps, I will have the authority to look at people and ask them to come and join the dance with me, as I often long to do.

I long to look people in the eye and invite them to join the dance, the fire, the reel of time which dashes us, drunk with life, against the stately music of the stars. The inside and the outside, the changing house of death, the spark of god in your souls joining in the divine crucible.

Would you believe it? I’m sane by the accounting of twenty years of therapists, because it merits saying when I start feeling mystical. I do not speak of these things. People get a little panicked, and who can blame them.

But here I am, and here you are, and the spirit knows what will happen next.

#lwa #vodou #it got weird and I don't care

[qwertythepopstarian08]

JSAB AU Fanfic- Bug Spray

Okay, so after the events on @small--crcle I can’t think of Rayne’s AU at all without crying, so I wrote this gift fanfic to cope.

It’s literally the most angsty thing I’ve written since “That’s Not Your Brother,” so bear with me here... and bring a tissue box. Yes, I know it’s April 1st, and I should post some happy, lighthearted fic... but nope.

This was partly inspired by some asks that I sent to Rayne’s main blog, @plaquebeat  ((as well as her priceless reactions))

Description: Here’s a nightmarish concept- What if every infected shape's magic changed a bit? Just a tiny bit, but enough for Blixer to notice. Like... being too close to Kubix or Penta for too long would make him feel like there are spiders crawling up his arms... Or being near NGB would make him feel like he's being watched... too many eyes... all around... He'd know deep down that it's not real...but he can't shake the feeling that his friends have changed.... and he's the odd one out…

Warnings: Given the source material, this fanfic has body horror, slight gore, references to PTSD, violence, and blood. Please, please, please don’t read at night. The only thing this story doesn’t have is harsh language. Please don’t read if any of these are triggers for you.

Speaking of language, since I personally do not use profanity in any of my works, I’d like to say here and now that the term, “Yxxit,” is an exclamation from a fictional language that I’m developing. It’s kinda rude, so you’ll see the context soon.

Blixer’s eye snapped open, and he sat up, breathing heavily. His heart was hammering in his chest, his core feeling like it was about to explode. He stared blankly forward, his nightmare repeating itself in his mind a billion times, that horrid, twisted song echoing in his head like a mocking, broken record.

Too many eyes… too many legs… skittering bugs everywhere. His friends and family, infected… leaving him as the only pure shape left… A choked whimper left him, and he drew his knees to his chest, hugging himself. It hurt to remember… it hurt to dream.

It took a moment for the reality to set in, and he felt tears running down his face, his entire form shaking. He could still feel phantom pains from that day, that horrible event that had forever changed his friends, had twisted his world. He nearly snapped his neck to turn around as he heard shuffling. His arm thrust forth, his hand changing to a cannon as he shakily aimed for the shape in the bed next to his, his eye shining in the low light.

A sick, paranoid part of him wanted to fire, to turn whatever monster he’d see to shards before it could react… but he soon remembered who he was looking at, and he winced. He whimpered, before he fully awoke, shaking his head and lowering his arm. His cannon changed back to a proper hand, and he shook slightly, sighing.

It was just New Game… it was just his brother… his former alter ego… not a monster. Not anymore. Hopefully… never again.

He sighed, drawing the covers closer as he slid out of bed and walked over the the other side of the room. Each step sent agonizing pain through his legs, and he winced, forcing himself to breathe. He hesitantly reached for the other shape, lightly shaking him.

“New… you awake?”

New Game was practically burrowed in the blankets; he’d been doing that a lot lately, and Blixer feared that he’d suffocate. But he was fine… at least in that respect. He was alive, at least.

The other shape failed to awaken, and Blixer tried again, raising his voice barely above a whisper. “New… New Game…. Wake up.”

Finally, NGB turned around. He let out a small groan, rubbing his eyes as he tried to mutter something, if only to get Blixer to leave him alone.

“Wha...wha’dya wann?” His words were slurred, and as he sat up slowly, Blixer winced, seeing the stitching around his face pull slightly against his flesh… from where it had been torn open. NGB blinked slowly, humming, “It’s… it’s like three in the mornin’... Blix… please don’t tell me you’re hungry…”

Blixer shook his head, whimpering. “I had a nightmare…” He looked away, sighing. “That nightmare…”

New Game’s demeanor did a one-eighty. He seemed to wake up fully, his eyes widening as he sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Blixer hadn’t been able to shake his fears from the latest incident. Things had calmed significantly since then, but it seemed like something was… off… for one thing, he was always having nightmares now…

New’s horns folded downwards, and he shakily smiled, trying to seem reassuring.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Blixer’s tone was curt. “No… just go back to bed… I wanted to make sure it was still you.”

New felt a twinge of guilt race through his heart, his eyes flickering. He glanced at the ground, ashamed, before he sighed. Even he was still affected by the… event. He had to admit, he sometimes caught odd glances at himself in the mirror… lingering just to make sure he hadn’t suddenly sprouted extra eyes or legs…

He was barely used to having his own body… being alone in his head was much more terrifying when his form was so unstable. Deep down, he was afraid that he’d wake up one day and be back in that nightmarish form. However, he knew for sure… no shape had been impacted as badly as Blixer.

“Blix? You know it’s not real, right…?” His voice held an anxious tone as he reached for his counterpart. “Everything’s fine now…”

“That’s what you always say!”

New drew back, flinching at the sudden outburst. His horns flicked downward, and he shuddered a bit, the heart rate in his eye quickening. He looked around, trying to avoid Blixer’s gaze.

“But… you know that’ll never happen again…” he chuckled nervously, playfully punching Blixer on the shoulder. A twinge of guilt stung his heart as the other shape cringed, stepping back. “That weird bug stuff… it’s over… I ain’t turnin’ into a… what was it? Millipede?” He fumbled for the words. “Yeah… I’m not turning into a millipede again any time soon.”

He tried not to think about that day… his stitched scars tugged against his skin when he smiled, however, and he winced, trying to remain calm.

Blixer hugged himself. “But… you said it was fine when Kubix turned red… you said it was fine when Droplet blighting tried to kill us.” New winced at Blixer’s callous language. “Yxxit… you always say it’s fine… and then it’s not!”

The monocular shape breathed heavily, his hands clenched into fists. New Game whispered, “But…”

“No… just face it! No matter what we do, everything just goes wrong again the moment we let our guard down!” Blixer suddenly stepped closer, hissing in an uncharacteristic act of rage. “We’re a pretty terrible hero, if you ask me…”

Shuddering, he shoved New Game, his teeth gritted. His powers collected in his hands, and he forced himself to avoid attacking, unable to deny his anger. Sweet, innocent Blixer was gone. He’d been shattered and otherwise maimed way too many times to count, and he couldn’t trust himself to be happy. It was only a matter of time until things went wrong, after all… That seemed to be one of the constants of his world.

“You’re part of the problem…. If you weren’t around…” He shoved New again. “Maybe Kubix wouldn’t have gotten turned into a monster!”

New’s own aggression seemed to return, and he stood. “Well… how do you figure that, shortstack?” He stood, looming over Blixer by a few inches. They used to be the same height… after the incident… it seemed that the alter ego had grown a few inches.  His mouth split into a fanged sneer, and he felt his scars stretch, threatening to sever. “We single handedly save this blighted world every blighted week… and you want to ridicule that?”

He pointed an accusatory claw at Blix, feeling a swell of sadistic satisfaction as his alter winced, afraid. He chuckled, his horns flicking upward. His scars ached with a phantom pain, and he winced, forcing a wider grin.

Recovering, Blixer hissed, “Every blighted week I get beaten within an inch of my life by a Tree-forsaken void-spawn of a monster…” His horns flicked back, and he started to scream. “I’m done sitting idly by while my own so-called family sics demons to kill… me… what’s next, my shardin’ grandparents come from the afterlife to rip off my fingers?!”

New’s good eye twitched, and he snarled, his heart rate monitor eye spiking.

“You know what… you should feel lucky… you didn’t get your blighted face ripped in half…” He raised a claw, his voice dropping to a venomous growl, “Although… that could be arranged…”

A sudden, wet ripping sound rang out (like that of flesh tearing), and New clasped a hand to his face, hissing in pain as he felt his stitches tear, pink blood pooling around his hands. He winced, glancing at Blixer. The other shape seemed terrified, his eye wide and tearful. He started to back away, raising a hand… which seemed to be close to becoming a cannon.

New chuckled nervously, dropping the violent act. Guilt pooled in his heart, and he felt a rush of nausea flood him; he’d gone too far… from how Blix was staring at him, he must have thought he was turning back into… that creature.

“Oh come on… I’m kidding…” He shrugged, removing his hand. “Blix… you have to get over it at some point.” Something dripped down his face from the wound, and he cringed, his vision blurring. He smiled shakily, trying not to make a sudden movement as he felt more of his stitches starting to tear… revealing the horrors within...

Blixer’s eye widened, and he screamed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at New. The alter ego hissed, reeling, and Blixer scrambled back, vaulting over the bed and rushing out the door. Tears streamed down his face as he ran, his entire body glowing as he prepared to make a mad dash to escape. He didn’t even want to see Kubix…

“Blix!” New yelled after him. “Wait up! It was a joke, I promise!”

Blixer could still hear the skittering of billions of little legs with each step that his brother took. Just being in the same room with him… or any other formerly infected shape, was unbearable. He could still see the eyes staring at him from every angle, the mottled innards lining the ground as New Game’s spine cracked backwards, his flesh tearing apart like wet paper.

A choked sob left him, and he shook his head wildly.

Nothing was the same… it would never be the same again…

Blixer eventually collapsed, his legs giving out just as he shut himself in the closet. His eye was flaring with a panicked light, and he uncontrollably sobbed, his entire form quivering as he wept. It was hard to breathe, his hands flickering with his powers as he tried to force himself to stay calm.

The images from his nightmare assaulted his mind’s eye, and he broke down completely, covering his face, his claws digging into his arms as he hugged himself.

He couldn’t even bear to face his friends… each time he so much as locked eyes with his own father, he felt shudders crawling up his spine, his nerves on end as his anxiety skyrocketed. He was afraid…. Afraid that if he let his guard down, everyone around him would become something beastly and kill him.

His mind supplied a twisted pun; things were bugging him more easily lately. He let out a broken, bitter chuckle, his voice cracking… much like his body snapped each time he’d been slammed across walls by his enemies...  by his own family.

He drew in on himself, whimpering as his laughter devolved into sobs again. He couldn’t forget that horrible day… having to watch his own brother rip himself to shreds, all in an attempt to stop himself from shattering… no,  murdering him.

A soft knock at the door startled him from his dejected thoughts, and he looked up, choking on his own gasp. He coughed violently, shaking as his horns flicked back, fear filling him. How much time did he have until they hurt him again? Until some new big bad came around and turned someone he loved into a monstrous puppet, whose only purpose was to harm? Would he be next? Or would he just be the target the monsters would be sent to shatter? Blixer felt his heart stutter as he heard Kubix’s voice, muffled by the door.

“Blix? You alright?” The door started to open, and Blixer whimpered, scrambling back. “Blixer?”

He yelled, “G-get away from me!” He grabbed the nearest object- an old, balled up sock- and threw it at the square, screaming. “Please… please… get away!”

The sock sailed over Kubix’s head, despite his height. He opened the door fully, sighing and stepping inside. His eyes glowed with a soft, reassuring light, which was nothing like the deadly, predatory shine from the incident. Still, Blixer winced as Kubix approached.

“Blixer… what’s wrong?” He kneeled, reaching out slowly. “Did you have a nightmare?”

The unspoken, “Another one?” was easily communicated in the king’s tone. Blixer whimpered, shaking violently as he turned away, unable to coherently speak.

“S-stop… I.. I just wanna… wanna be alone right now… please…” he stammered. “Please… p-p-please….”

Kubix felt his heart break, and he sighed, his eyes dimming. He inched closer, and Blixer felt nausea race from his core, flooding his senses as he saw the scars along the sides of Kubix’s head, from where those dreaded horns had ripped from his skull.

“Get away… get away, please…” the small shape whimpered. “I can’t take it… can’t… just… please leave me… alone…”

All he could see was Kubix, covered in pink… spindly insect legs writhing from his back as he screamed and howled. Horns jutting from his head, spiking upwards in the air like wicked knives. Seeing the powerful king of Paradise, reduced to the pathetic, screeching mess of a creature, a creature that existed only to kill him. The flashback hit Blixer like a ton of bricks, and he screamed.

“You’re just going to h-hurt… me… again…”

Kubix backed away, raising his hands. “Blix… you know I’d never hurt you-”

“YOU ALWAYS DO!” Blixer suddenly shrieked. He threw a shoebox this time, wincing as it hit Kubix in the shoulder. He instantly cringed, drawing back with a squeak and cowering. “I’m sorry… I-I… I’m sorry….”

His eye was wide and unfocused… hazy with fear. His breaths were uneven, and Kubix was afraid that the pink shape had reached a breaking point.

“Blixer… stop apologizing… you’ve been through way more mess than a kid deserves…” He lowered his voice, his tone warm. “I’m sorry that I had to be the ‘bad guy’... you know that the real me would never hurt you… it was that… blighted infection…” He glanced down at his hands, mentally kicking himself for accepting that cursed tea… if he hadn’t been so naive…. Blixer wouldn’t have suffered…

“B-but… you used to… you used to be a bad, bad shape….” Blixer buried his face in his sleeves. “What’s stopping you from going back?”

Kubix winced, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Blixer… it’s been years since that happened… one incident isn’t going to undo… how much I care for my sons.”

Blixer hesitantly looked up at him. “I… I can still sense it…” He snarled, “E-everytime I see you and New Game and Penta… I can see the… the things you turned into…”

He looked away, breathing heavily. Kubix could see the utter terror in his son’s gaze. He felt his own heart stutter with a protective anger, and he suddenly reached out, pulling Blixer close. The shape instantly began to shriek, his eye widening and glowing with a terrified light. Kubix stood, backing out of the closet, keeping his hold firm yet soft.

“Blixer,” he whispered. He held the small shape close. “Please… listen to me… no one is going to hurt you…”

Blixer writhed, and Kubix felt claws digging into his arms. “Get away, let me go, let me go!” He felt as if he’d die. His heart quickened to a fervent pace, and he started screeching, vainly clawing at Kubix’s arms. “‘S-spiders… spiders every-everywhere…”

The small shape started hyperventilating, his eye wide and bright and so painfully distant. He was reliving his worst memory…. Even Annihilate wasn’t this bad… At least then, he hadn’t cared so much for Kubix… hadn’t had to fight his own father figure.

He tried to squirm out of Kubix’s hold. He could feel spiders crawling up his arms, a spine-chilling phantom sensation. He could see the black and pink acid dripping from Kubix’s mouth and eyes, like twisted tears… just before he started shrieking. He held his head, trying to banish the horrible images from his mind.

“Blixer… I’m not a spider…” Kubix held him, whispering futile reassurances. “Blixer… please… don’t do this… it’s okay…”

“No! It’s not… not okay… not okay…” Blixer shook. “Y-you… you guys turned into m-monsters… I never want to see anything like that… ever again…”

Kubix sighed, “I promise… I’ll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening again. You know this.”

He carried Blixer to the kitchen, setting him down at the table and pulling up a chair to sit across from him. New Game was already there, an ice pack pressed against his cheek as he glared passive-aggressively at his counterpart, who subtly inched his chair away. His glare was more like a slightly irritated, watery stare, pained tears having collected in the shape’s eyes. Kubix crossed his arms, sighing softly as he sorted out his words.

“Blixer… you need to tell us what’s bothering you. We can’t help ya if you just lash out…”

“T-tell you what’s wrong?!” The one-eyed shape growled, bristling. “Seeing you guys get torn apart and turned into monsters is what’s wrong! I thought that was obvious!”

Kubix narrowed his eyes, huffing. “You’ve seen me get turned into Annihilate far too many times to count… we both know you can handle a little body horror.”

It hurt to see Blixer like this; so standoffish, having closed off from the world in fear of being too vulnerable to help. It had been his emotions that stopped him from trying to save his own brother. He’d frozen up, overtaken by fear… but now, it seemed that he couldn’t stop reacting, usually with violence.

Kubix breathed, “Blixer… if it helps you get over this… I’ll go Annihilate right here and now just to make you see… I’m in control.” He winced as he felt his magic spike a bit, trying to force the irritated red out of his glow. “No matter what form I take… you’re still my son, Blix. As long as my mind is intact, I’ll never let ya get hurt again.”

New just grinned, starting to move the ice pack from his face. Blixer whimpered as he spotted the glowing yellow eye that had opened in the alter’s face. Kubix reached over, lightly plucking NGB on the shoulder and glaring at him. The alter ego huffed, pouting, before replacing the ice pack.

Blixer shuddered. “B-but… this was different…” He hugged himself. “Even when you go Annihilate… I know it’s still you, deep down... “ He looked away, sighing shakily. “But… whatever Suenami did… it changed you… and I can still sense it…”

Kubix huffed, “Blixer. Do I look like an insect?”

The panicked shape squirmed, shakily breathing. “N-no… not on the outside… but… w-what if…. What if the infection’s still there? What if you all t-t-turn back… into those bugs again…”

New scoffed, “Okay… so a FEW of those creepy eyes are still there… but I’m not gonna start sproutin’ bug legs all willy-nilly…unless...” He reached for Blixer with his free hand, wiggling his fingers eerily. “Ooh… I’m a monster… blegh…”

His brother squeaked, smacking his hand away. “Not funny!” he squealed. He growled under his breath, “Y-you won’t be laughing when I... spray you with pesticide…”

“You won’t be laughing when I turn into a bug monster and eat you.”

“Y-you’re already halfway -tthere…” Blixer’s tone was venomous… although his stutter remained.

New stood, clenching his fists. “Oh yeah? I’ll show you a real monster…”

“Look in the mirror and tell me what ya see…”

“Boys!” Kubix yelled. Both circles paused in their argument, eyes wide. The king huffed, crossing his arms as he eyed the two, disappointment clear in his gaze. “You two need to learn to get along…” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Look, I get it… that… incident… was emotionally taxing for all of us…”

New Game deadpanned, “There’s an actual hole. In my face right now.”

“Shut it, New,” Blixer growled. His voice faltered instantly, and he huffed, quivering. “Just drop it.”

New ignored him, of course. “A Tree-forsaken hole, Kubix.”

Kubix glared at NGB, before sighing. “As I was saying… last week was filled with some… unfortunate events…” He looked away, glancing at his hands. “But… we can’t just let it tear us apart.”

Blixer snarled, “Tell that… tell that to New Game.”

The alter ego whimpered, sitting down and hugging himself. He subconsciously scratched at his scars, squirming in discomfort. Blixer seemed to regret his rude tone, turning to face his brother with a small sigh. Hesitantly, he hugged the other, his horns flicking back as he stared hollowly through Kubix.

“S-sorry… I just… haven’t been feeling myself… since then…”

Kubix’s eyes filled with a sympathetic light. “I know…” He breathed shakily, “None of us have…”

Standing without another word, Kubix backed away, giving a last, empathetic smile, before turning away. He rushed out of the kitchen, towards his room… The last thing he wanted to do was scare Blixer… and if his very presence was painful, he’d just stay away… until things all returned to normal… no matter how much it hurt to know that he was the source of his own child’s nightmares.

Blixer thought he saw a flash of an agitated red in Kubix’s glow. He hurriedly stuttered, “D-Dad… wait…” He stood, dashing over to intercept Kubix’s departure. As he caught the ruby glimmer in the king’s eye, he felt his breath catch, a twinge of fear stinging at his core. He stammered, “I’m s-s-sorry… I shouldn’t have been so… so curt…”

Kubix’s expression faltered, and he backed away a pace. “Blixer… I know you’re still on edge… I want you to recover at your own pace… I can’t force you to be happy.”

“No…” Blixer shook his head. “NGB may be a pest…” That earned him a glare. “But I… I can’t just… run from my fear... “ He shuddered, barely able to make eye contact…. Barely able to ignore the anxiety in his heart. “I faced Ra… and Droplet… and… our own family… I should be able to face my fears.”

He took a hesitant step towards Kubix. The square went still, not wanting to frighten his son again. The young hero was terrified… he could see his horns quivering at a glance. New Game watched from afar, blinking owlishly. He was curious… what would Blixer do? Run… or face his fears head-on?

Kubix breathed, “Blix… if you’re scared of me… it… it’s okay… I know I haven’t given you reason to t-trust me lately…” He sighed, collecting himself. It hurt to see his son so terrified… of him. “But I promise you…Even if you think I’m still a monster... I will never hurt you, Blixer. Please, try to understand that much…”

He was cut off as Blixer hollered.

“N-no! I’m not afraid of you… because you’re n-not… you’re not a monster…” Blixer took another step, quivering like a leaf. “You’re… my dad.”

Much to the shock of the other shapes, Blixer suddenly hugged Kubix. Terrified shudders went down his spine, and he lingered, shaking violently. He repeated a mental mantra like a broken record, reassuring himself that his father was himself… that he wouldn’t harm him… ever again.

Yet, the memories of all the times Kubix had been controlled, all the times that he had hurt him… made Blixer’s eye fill with tears, and he shook, his breath catching.

“I… I don’t w-w-want…. Don’t want you… to turn into a monster… e-e-ever again…” His voice cracked, quavering. “I… I wouldn’t be able to take it…”

Kubix returned the embrace, sighing. He reached down, picking up the small shape and carrying him back to the table. He wordlessly pulled New into the hug as well, holding his two sons close… as his happiness depended on their safety…

In a way… it did.

Kubix’s voice was airy as he whispered, “I’ll never let this happen again…” He shuddered. “You shouldn’t have to fear for your lives… not in my kingdom…”

New said nothing, and Blixer just whimpered. The latter felt an eerie chill race up his spine. He could still picture those insect-like legs, the extra limbs that had torn free from Kubix’s back… that had left scars deeper than any corruption.

Blixer couldn’t speak. There was really nothing to say, except that he was deeply, truly afraid. The scars were proof that the transformations hadn’t been mere corruption… it was something much, much worse...

Kubix continued, “If you ever… ever feel unsafe… I will be there in an instant, and I will slay whatever beast is harming you….”

New shuddered. “It… it hurts, Kubix…” He sniffled, despite himself. “I’m s-s-sorry… sorry for teasing Blixer…”

“Like I said, I’ll always protect you… both of you.”

Kubix held them for awhile, silent. He still hadn’t been able to fully shake the effects of the incident. It was so, so much worse than anything he’d ever encountered. At least in the past, when it was simple as corruption, they could be sure that whatever mutations had occurred would fade away completely… but now, the scars ran deep to their cores, and Kubix was unsure if he could take it.

Yet… he’d remain strong for his sons… for his kingdom. He started to drift off to sleep, hoping dearly for sweet dreams, before he heard whimpering. He looked down, seeing Blixer clinging to New, his eye wide with tears.

“Blix?”

Blixer finally squeaked, “Wh-what if you’re the beast….?” He buried his face in Kubix’s sleeve. “What if… what if you lose c-control? What if you turn… into a m-m-monster?”

He didn’t want to picture that scenario… he never wanted to see Kubix or New Game… or anyone else… in that state again.

“Blix… as long as we’re on the same side, you never have to see me as a monster again… however…” The square chuckled, despite his seriousness. His tone was bitter, laced with a morbid, foreboding growl. “To the enemy… that’s exactly what I’ll be.”

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Trespass

Chapter Fifteen: Beautiful

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count: 1883

Summary: You would think that one would be able to trust their soulmate, be able to love them unconditionally, and know them better than yourself. But that isn’t always the case. Who was H.One, and why did the universe think you could be soulmates?

Trespass Masterlist

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you. Like a thorn on a flower, I know I’ll get pricked but I want you. So beautiful, so beautiful. You’re so pretty, so beautiful it makes me sad. Too beautiful to handle.” Hyungwon was singing to you, much to your embarrassment. He poked your sides, grinning as you tried to squirm away from him. You broke free from his grasp, making a mad dash to the other side of the room. He chased after you, giving you no opportunity to catch your breath.

“Hyungwon!” You screeched, falling onto your bed. You didn’t have time to get up and recover because he crawled on top of you and began to tickle your sides. You twisted and turned, trying to break free of his unrelenting fingers.

“Two fingers thumbs up, You make me say words of awe, You take away my right mind. I think I’ll go crazy.” His ability to sing and laugh, all while sounding melodious, awed you.

“Stop! I need to pee!” You cried. He finally stopped, allowing you time to catch your breath.

“Are you sure you need to pee and you’re not just using this as an excuse?” He pointed a finger at you, wiggling it to prove he was ready to attack at any second.

“Yes!” You laughed, “I really have to pee!”

“Alright, fine.” He rolled his eyes, moving off you. You didn’t waste a second, dashing out of the room before he had a chance to attack again.

You came back to him lying on his stomach, sprawled out on the bed. “What are you doing?” You questioned.

He lifted his head to look at you. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you.”

“Why? So you can tickle me again?”

“No. I’m bored.”

“Wow. I’m surprised you’re not trying to sleep.”

“To be fair, we’re supposed to order take out and right now, food trumps sleep.”

“Wow, okay. Jjajangmyeon good?”

“Yes. Perfect.”

“Can you toss me my phone?”

He took a second to look around, finding your phone by his head. He threw it towards you, briefly giving you a heart attack because you thought he didn’t throw far enough for you to catch it. Thankfully, you did. You dialed the restaurant just down the street, ordering food for Hyungwon and you.

“So, can I interest you in a drama?” You asked, pocketing your phone.

“What kind of drama…?” He asked skeptically.

“A good one.” You answered.

“You say that about every drama.” He pointed out.

“Correction, not every drama. There are some dramas I can’t stand.”

“Right…”

“Anyways, it’s a period drama.”

“From the Joseon era?”

“Yup.”

He sighed, getting up “Alright then, let’s get started.”

You grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him out to the living room. You sat him down on the couch, immediately putting on said drama. You sat on the couch, cuddling close to Hyungwon. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close.  

You managed to get through half the episode before the doorbell rang. You got up from the couch and grabbed your money, opening the door. On the other side was Youngjae, holding your food in the metal box. His salacious smile made your skin crawl and your stomach fill with unease.

He seemed to notice your sudden hesitation, and decided to take advantage of it. He took a step towards you, so you took a step back. “Y/n,” his voice was gravelly, a failed attempt to be seductive.

Hyungwon was by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist before you even had a chance to call for him. He had put his facemask on to hide his face from the man at the door. His eyes met with Youngjae’s, challenging him to try anything. Youngjae’s demeanor changed immediately. He stepped back, cowering in fear. He was now more tense, and less predatorial.

The tension in the room was palpable. Hyungwon was radiating fury. You didn’t have to look at him to know that there was a fire burning in his eyes. His arm around you tightened, holding you protectively, declaring you were his, and that if you were touched, he wouldn’t hesitate to rip the world apart.

You felt Hyungwon take the money out of your hands and thrust it into Youngjae’s hands, who robotically traded it with the food. Hyungwon slammed the door in Youngjae’s face, not giving two shits that his foot got caught in the door. You could hear Youngjae’s yelp of pain, but you couldn’t react to it.

Hyungwon slid the mask off his face, turning to face you. His eyes softened, and he let his arm fall from your waist. “Has he always worked there?” He questioned, setting the two bowls of noodles on the kitchen counter.

“No. I’ve never seen him there.” You sighed. Now you couldn’t order from the most convenient place without worrying about seeing Youngjae. Would you ever be safe?

You had told Hyungwon about everything Youngjae has said to you about being soulmates a couple weeks ago. You were glad to finally get some weight off your chest and tell someone. You had known that Hyungwon would be protective, and that he’d be completely on your side long before you told him that Youngjae was a psychopath. Tonight only proved to you that he would have your back, that you could put your faith in him. He’d never let you down; he’d always save you.

When you talked to him about your problem, he let you vent it all out to him, then took every measure to make sure you wouldn’t have to deal with him. Clearly, Youngjae managed to slip through the cracks, and you could tell it put Hyungwon on edge. Though you’ve only been bonding for a month, you could read him like you could Sohyun.

Bonding was a bizarre experience. It was something all soulmates went through in their own ways, and it how long it took to bond completely varied depending on numerous things. The strength of a bond was reliant on the soulmates. Most people were completely bonded within a month, and the strength of it wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary. With you and Hyungwon, it was obvious that there was still a lot of sealing to do. Already your relationship with him was stronger than what most would have.

When Hyungwon wasn’t around, your mood was down, and you didn’t have motivation to do much. The only thing that would be on your mind was Hyungwon, and how much longer you had to wait to see him again.

When people first find their soulmate, they often take a month off so they could spend it together. Neither you nor Hyungwon could do that, which led to suffering on both sides. The pain was worth it though. Because when you got to meet with him, everything dissipated, and it was only you and him. It was bliss.

“Y/n,” Hyungwon waved his hand in front of your face, “you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You nodded.

“You positive?” He pressed.

“I think.” “You think?” “Yeah, not too sure how I feel right now.”

“Do you still want to eat?” “Yeah, don’t wanna waste it all.” You grabbed a bowl for yourself and sat on the couch, Hyungwon joining you seconds later. The drama started playing again as your settled in to eat.

“Ooh I like this scene.” You commented, pointing your chopsticks to the TV.

“Why do you like it?” He asked over a mouthful of noodles.

“Because this is when the guy realizes he likes the girl.” You explained, chowing down on your food.

You glanced over at Hyungwon, having felt him staring at you for the past couple of minutes. “What?” You asked, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth.

He just shook his head at you, laughing to himself. “Tell me!” You pleaded, turning your body to face him.

“It’s just,” He paused, taking a moment to choose his next words. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“You sure about that?” You asked, squinting at him. “Absolutely positive.” Came his firm reply.

“Well, then I suppose, I’ll boost your ego and say that for once, you’re right. I am beautiful.” He laughed, “As beautiful as a red rose.”

“For the most part, yes.”

“For every part. Every moment. I don’t know. I can’t speak properly.” He fumbled around his words. It was amusing to see him so befuddled.

“In any case, pay attention to the drama, it’s about to get really interesting.”

“Yes ma’am.”

By two in the morning, you had watched nearly half the episodes of the drama. You were snuggled in a blanket and Hyungwon’s arms. Your head lay on his chest, your arms around his torso.

“Hyungwon,” You mumbled, snagging his attention away from the show. “Did you ever hate me for avoiding you? And saying hurtful things to you?” “No,” His voice was barely above a whisper, “I’ve never hated you. I was heartbroken, and angry, sure, because for awhile it seemed you’d never see me. I saw you, but it was like I was invisible.” “I’m sorry…” You lamented. You didn’t see the truth, and you hated yourself for it. To think you could’ve been so much more by now if you hadn’t been so blind hurt.

“Don’t fret over it, my Dear.” You could feel his lips on the top of your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your scalp. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Really? Why?” You looked at him, confused. Why wouldn’t he want to change how you met? Why wouldn’t he want to change the fact that you used to hate him? “Because, it’s what brought us to where we are now. And who knows, if we had had an easy meeting, we would have probably had a typical relationship. I think that, because it took so long for us to come together, we are able to be more, able to have such a deep connection that a month isn’t long enough for it to fully develop.”

“I guess I never really saw it like that…” You admitted, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder. You shifted on his lap, getting in a more comfortable position. “I was focused on the mistakes I made, I forgot to look at how we got here.” “That’s okay.” He said, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“Hyungwon…” You mumbled.

“Yes, Darling?” He rested his cheek on top of your head.

“Do you think Youngjae would do anything to me?” You felt his arms tighten around you as he stiffened at your question.

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t put it past him.” He answered honestly.

“What if he does do something?” “Then there’s nothing in this universe that would stop me from getting to you and making him pay. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you.”

“Mmm...am I really that important?” “Yes,” he whispered reverently, “your a jewel that I don’t deserve.”

“You must really love me.”

“I do.”

You let out a small giggle, “I really love you too.”

“Go to sleep, My Love. You’re tired, I can hear it in your voice.” “Mmm…goodnight.” You slurred.

“Goodnight.”

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[kiera-hastings]

A Big Misunderstanding

Peter Parker x Reader 

Summary: Reader is an inhuman with ice powers that she has trouble controlling. Often she accidentally freezes places or people around the city, and Spiderman believes she is a villain he needs to defeat. He doesn’t realize that her “attacks” are actually just incidents in which she loses control. He also doesn’t realize the Ice Witch is his girlfriend. 

I awoke with a start, sitting upright in bed as I fought back the tears forming in my eyes. It had just been a nightmare, but it had felt so real. Glancing down at my shaking hands, I sighed in disappointment as I noticed their blue hue. I turned on my light and looked around the room only to find everything covered in a sheet of ice. I thought I was getting better, that I was learning to control my powers, but every night was the same. 

The room fell into darkness again as I turned off the light, allowing myself to climb back into the half frozen bed. Despite the frigid temperature of the room, I could still feel my forehead burning and wanted nothing more than to fall back to sleep, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to close my eyes until I heard his voice. Reaching over I grabbed my phone, unhooking it from the charger before pressing his name. It rang three times before the sound of his groggy voice filled my ears. 

“Hello?” 

“Peter,” I sighed in relief.

“Babe? You alright?” He immediately sounded more alert at the sound of my voice.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Everything’s fine,” I said quickly. “I just… needed to hear your voice.”

“Another nightmare?” He asked. I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. “Do you need me to come over?”

“No!” I rushed, cringing as I heard his sheets rustling on the line. “No, I, uh, it’s okay.”

“You know I don’t mind,” he assured. 

“I know, Pete,” I said. “I’m sorry I called so late. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he replied. “I’m always here for you. Call me if you have any more problems, yeah?”

“I will,” I promised before hanging up.

“Did you hear about this morning’s most recent attack?”

I slammed my locker shut, turning to look at Ned as he stared at me in anticipation. He lived for all the inhuman and superhero occurrences that happened in our city. 

“Uh, no, I didn’t,” I shook my head, trying to pull my hands further up into my sleeves. 

“There was an entire block covered in ice!” He said excitedly. “The Ice Witch struck again!”

Ice Witch. I hated the name. The newscasters gave it to my alter ego after the first three times I accidentally froze entire blocks. 

“Really?” I sputtered. “Did they say why?”

“She doesn’t have a motive at this point,” Ned said, before continuing to speculate. “She probably just enjoys destroying the city.”

“What if she doesn’t?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “What if it’s all a big misunderstanding?”

In my peripheral vision, I saw someone come up beside me and knew instantly it was Peter. He let out a scoff as I turned to look at him, seeing his face filled with disbelief.  

“Misunderstanding? The girl is a menace,” He said before lowering his voice. “I’ve been trying to find her for weeks now. She always disappears so quickly.”

My heart dropped at his words, but I tried my best to keep a neutral expression on my face. Peter had told me three months after we started dating that he was the Spider-man, and four months later I had yet to tell him my secret. More than anything I wanted to trust Peter with it but I couldn’t get myself to say the words, especially when I had to hear his judgements about Ice Witch every day. 

“Mr. Stark said he wants to catch her,” Peter said. “If I do it first, maybe I can finally become a real Avenger!” 

“Why does he want her?” I asked fearfully.

“She regularly freezes half the city,” Peter explained. “Why wouldn’t he want her?”

“Does he want her to be an Avenger?” Ned asked and I suddenly had a small flame of hope, but Peter made sure it was snuffed out. 

“Possibly, but I don’t think she should be on the team,” he shrugged. “Look at all the damage she has caused and the people she’s hurt.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Ned nodded. “She’s kind of a monster.”

“A monster?” I echoed as Peter nodded in agreement. 

The two continued on talking as they walked into our chemistry classroom, but I came to a stop just before the doorway. My heart was racing and I could feel the familiar tingling in my fingertips as the cold started to take over. 

I had long debated with myself over whether or not I was a monster. For weeks now I had told myself that I wasn’t because I didn’t want to hurt people. I didn’t want to be the way I was. But now knowing that others thought of me as such, that my boyfriend thought of me as such, I realized that maybe I was a monster. 

“Hey,” Peter’s voice broke me out of my reverie as he reached to place a hand on my shoulder. “You alright?”

“I have to go,” I jerked back before he could touch me. “I, uh, I’m not feeling well.”

I turned and began to hasten down the hallway away from my confused boyfriend before I felt his hand grip my arm. 

“Hey, talk to me,” Peter said gently, pulling me to face him. 

“I don’t feel well,” I repeated. 

“Yeah, I heard,” he looked at me questionably. His eyes glanced down at where his hand touched my clothed arm only for half a second, but I knew he could feel it. “Babe, you’re freezing.”

“I’m going to the nurse’s office,” I refused to meet his worried eyes. “You can go back to chemistry, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

I gently shook my arm from his grasp before turning and walking away. His sigh echoed in the quiet hallway and I knew him well enough to know that he was debating coming after me again. A moment passed before his footsteps sounded on the floor as he walked in the opposite direction to chemistry. 

I didn’t go to the nurse’s office. It was nothing she could fix. 

Dinner time came and went, but despite the fact that my stomach was growling, I didn’t eat. In fact, I didn’t even dare to budge from the corner of my room that I had sat in as soon as I had gotten home. No matter how many deep breaths I took, the feeling wouldn’t go away. It was building inside me and I knew sooner or later, it was going to escape. 

Where to go. What to do. Where to go. What to do. 

The words played in my head over and over again like a mantra and I tried to think of a logical plan. New York City wasn’t exactly the place to have a power surge, especially when the least powerful one had still been enough to freeze half a block.

Least amount of people. Where is there the least amount of people—

Central Park. Sure, it was teeming with people during the day, but at night it was basically empty. If one was in Central Park after dark, they were probably up to no good. 

I steeled myself for a moment, preparing for the mad dash I would have to make and the five stops I’d have to go on the subway. It would still take me more time than I would have liked to reach Central Park and I wasn’t sure I would make it. But I had to try. 

The temperature outside immediately began to drop as I stepped out of my apartment building. Frost was beginning to gather on the streets and on the buildings as I passed by in a hurry. I kept my head low, bringing my hands up to my face and forming a mask of ice in hopes of shielding my identity to all those peeking through their windows. I made it to the subway just as one was pulling into the station and I quickly got into the last car. 

I sank down in a seat in the corner, thankful there were no witnesses in the empty train car. The glass of the windows were starting to frost over and I was beginning to worry someone would call the police. The car started to move, though, and I let out a sigh as relief flooded my body. But it was short lived. 

A thud echoed in the silence as the car shook and I looked to the front to see none other than Spider-man standing in the space between the cars. He disappeared from view momentarily before I felt the train jerk once more before slowly down. I realized he had separated my car from the rest of the subway that was now continuing to speed away. No, Peter, no, I thought as I stood up and faced the doors he easily pried open. 

“Finally, we meet,” he said while crossing his arms. “You know, you’ve been creating quite a big mess in my city.”

Even if I hadn’t known it was Peter under that mask, I would have recognized his voice immediately. 

“Why do you do it?” He asked. “What part of causing mass destruction do you enjoy?”

“I— I don’t,” I shook my head. “You have to understand, this is— it’s all—”

“A big misunderstanding?” Peter breathed as the yes on his mask narrowed.

“Oh, god,” I said, feeling as the ice danced around my fingertips and snow flurries began to float around the car. “You need to leave.”

“I’m not letting you escape again,” Peter shook his head. “You need to pay for your actions.”

“Please,” I begged him, not wanting my reoccurring nightmare to finally come to fruition. It was the same one every night and the ending was always the same. I froze Peter. “I’m about to lose control!”

“Lose control?” He said, but it sounded more like a scoff. 

“Peter,” I pleaded in exasperation before I realized what I was saying.

“No,” he shook his head, running his hands over his mask as if wishing he could tug on his hair like he usually does. “You did not just—”

It was all too much. My anxiety got the better of me and my power exploded outward. The inside of the subway car was a blur of white as the storm was released from inside. I screamed in agony and frustration, wishing it would stop, wishing my powers would just stop—

And then they did. 

I sank to the floor and gasped softly in pain, feeling the ice shards cut into my legs from underneath. My gaze moved from my blue hands to look up at Peter, only to see the eyes of his mask widening in shock. Suddenly I realized that when the storm had gone, my mask had as well. I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide from Peter, but it was no use. He had already seen. 

“Peter,” I whispered not sure where to start.

“Don’t,” his voice cracked and I looked up to watch him tug up the red mask. The look on Peter’s face was one of absolute betrayal. 

“Peter, I can explain,” I looked up at him through the tears gathering in my eyes. 

He shook his head as he breathed heavily and I could see the anger flaring in his eyes.

“You know, I had this brief thought earlier today that you might be her. But I thought,” he choked, tears welling in his eye as he stared me down. “I thought no, she wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t lead me on and act as though she was just an innocent girl.”

“Peter, you’ve got it all wrong—”

“God, I trusted you!” He yelled and, if possible, I shrank even further into myself on the floor. “I trusted you with my secret. And you didn’t think to share yours with me? You lied to me. I trusted you, and you— you stabbed me in the back.” 

“I’m sorry, Peter, I’m so sorry,” I cried. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I wanted to tell you—”

“Wanting to tell me and actually telling me are two different things,” he retorted. 

“I know, Peter. I wanted to but I was scared,” I said and when he tried to interrupt, I continued on. “I’m the Ice Witch, Peter. I know what you and Ned and everyone else think of me. I’m so sorry I kept it from you, but I knew you wouldn’t understand. If you just let me explain maybe— maybe we can figure this out.”

“Wait a minute. Oh, I don’t believe this,” he shook his head as he scoffed. “Do you really think that I would ever still want to be with you?”

“Peter,” I whispered, my tone pleading. I wanted him to hear me out, but I could tell he was too far gone in his anger.  

“I don’t trust you and I will never trust you. Ned was right, you are a monster,” he raised his arm, aiming a web shooter in my direction. “I’m taking you to Mr. Stark.”

“Peter, please, no,” I sobbed, trying to reason with him. 

He hesitated, a few tears of his own escaping his eyes and betraying him. I stood there defenseless knowing I could never use my powers against him. My wide eyes stared into his in hopes that he would understand that I was still me, that my powers weren’t who I was.

A split second before it happened, I saw his finger twitch and dove for the still open doors of the subway car. A soft whoosh sound quietly echoed in the silence as the web missed its intended target. I didn’t look back as I jumped down onto the tracks. My feet pounded against the uneven ground as I ran with blurred vision and a raw throat. 

Peter didn’t follow. 

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #Peter Parker Imagine #Peter Parker one shot #Peter Parker fanfic #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman homecoming #spiderman angst

[poppyknitt]

ERROR 404- A JSE Egos fanfic: Winter Holidays special pt. 1

Recap: Our Marvin has finally returned from the dimension he was hiding in, and he regrets every single bit of his prior actions, however, he is forced to spend the next few months in the hospital for while his severe injuries heal. Meanwhile, however, it was discovered that another, much stronger Anti, from a separate universe, has found his way here, and allegedly plans to conquer ours, in his attempts to conquer as many worlds as he can. But, all hope is not lost, as his world’s version of Marvin- whom goes by the name ‘Merlin’ as to not cause confusion- has also come to this universe, in attempt to stop him, and bring him back to the pocket dimension that they apparently came from.

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Marvin opened his eyes, and let out a short scream as he realized where he was. He was in yet another vision, and this time, he was falling very fast. He flailed around desperately for some sort of way to catch himself, but to no avail.

After a few solid minutes of falling, he was suddenly picked up by the talons of a bird, and quickly flown somewhere, only to be flung forwards, as the bird turned away and the world dissolved to darkness.

“Marvin, thank god I found you!” The child’s voice from his previous visions spoke.

“You again? What- What’s going on? Who are you?”

“My name is Liam. I’m a different version of your Jackie’s newborn son. It’s a long story.”

“Wait, newborn son?! When- When did Jackie have a kid?!”

“Two.”

“What?”

“I have a twin. We were born almost an hour apart, but on separate days. I, the 15th of December, and him, the 16th.”

“... On the anniversary of Overnightwatch, no less..”

“Yes, but for my universe, that would not happen for a fair amount of time.”

“Well, anyways... Why are you contacting me? What do you want?”

“... To warn you.”

“Warn me? About what?”

“About him.”

“Him? Who’s ‘him’? You’re not making any sense, kid!”

“... My Anti. Currently, you are in stasis. He captured you quite a while ago. He.. replaced you with a false. You were the first to go. Now, only Seán and your universe’s version of my father remain untouched by his strings.”

“What?! Wh-How?! Why?! Why tell me?!”

“You’re the most important factor to work against him. It is your kindred nature and determination to fight for the others that will ultimately prove most vital if we plan to save your universe, or at least you and the other egos. Wake up, Marvin! You have to wake up! We need you now, more than anything else! Merlin needs you!”

“Wait-!” He began, but it was too late. The vision had already begun fading.

~~

Marvin shot up, eyes snapping open as he gasped for breath. He looked around. Oh god, it was true! The other egos..! They were here, too! He stared in horror at the sights before him- Schneep hung from an unseen object, green strings wrapped around his wrists tight enough to keep him suspended. JJ was lying on the floor, his movements completely hindered by strings, too. Robbie was partially dismembered, with his body sort of spread across a small area on the floor. Worse yet, Chase was propped up against an unseen wall, a small line of blood trailing from his mouth. The vlogger’s shirt had a fresh patch of blood in it, and he knew in the back of his mind that Chase had been the most recent one to suffer. Then, he saw the children, and his heart sank with dread. Grayson and Samantha were cuddled up against each other, their faces stained with tears and blood, while two little baby boys, whom he assumed to be Liam and Brandon, were huddled in their lap for warmth. This Anti... went after the children?! Oh, how it pained to even think about what he could possibly even have done to them. He looked around more, and his heart sank more and more as he took in all of his surroundings.

He got up after a while, and attempted to shake the egos awake, one by one. He didn’t bother with Schneep, though, because he knew it was probably too late for the doctor. Schneep’s chest was almost entirely covered in blood. He slowly approached the kids, and shook each of them. Only Grayson stirred, but he just shifted. The poor boy didn’t have the energy to open his eyes, and it hurt Marvin to know this.

He sighed dejectedly, and turned, going over to where his now partly bloodstained mask rested on the floor, picking it and his cape up. Opening a portal, he looked back one final time, feeling his heart on the verge of shattering as he gave one final goodbye to his real family, and stepped through the portal, silently praying he had managed to get the coordinates perfect this time.

As soon as he exited the portal, however, he tripped, and smacked into the ground with a loud thump!, sighing in annoyance as he realized he’d put it a little bit too low this time.

~~

Merlin could feel the world shifting, and, despite his hopes, knew this was the final hour for his new friends. He swiftly ran back to Jackie and Ava’s place, his heart racing as his mind spiraled into a mad flurry of not-so-positive “what if”s. If he was going to save someone, he knew, deep down, that it had to be Jackie and his family. He couldn’t let them down! Not like this!

The thought only made him run faster, and, not even bothering to go inside, he used a few trashcans and the outcropping over the entrance to the apartment complex to jump up to their balcony, and opened the door quickly, yelling for Jackie and Ava to “Get ready for shit to get really fucking bad in a few minutes!”

~~

Seán sensed something in the world change, but he couldn’t place exactly what. He quickly went to one of his windows, trying to see if he could tell what it was from there.

A yelp of surprise, followed by a slightly quieter crash and a loud thud, caught his attention, and he turned to see Marvin on the floor behind him.

“Marvin?!”

“Oh, hey Seán. Didn’t know you’d be here.” The magician stood up, rubbing his head.

“What the hell are you even doing here?! I thought I told you I never fucking wanted to see you again!” He spat.

“Wait- Wh-What?!” Marvin stuttered, backing up a bit as his eyes widened. Seán stared at him, as he realized the shock was genuine.

“How do you not remember?! It- It happened right after you forced Jackie to nearly kill Anti!”

“Wait, what?! I-I never did that! I-I’ve been stuck in another dimension for ages! I don’t even know what day it is!”

“What?! But- Then- Who have we been chastising for betraying our trust this entire time?!”

“I-I don’t know-“ The light sound of a foot hitting the floor interrupted his speech, drawing both adult’s attention.

“A copy. You’ve been interacting with a copy of him for several months now.” Seán looked to the source, shocked to see what looked like a hologram projection from one of those old sci-fi shows of a child. Not to mention that the kid looked a bit like Jackie, too.

“Liam?! What are you doing here?!” Marvin exclaimed as the kid stepped closer, the hologram effect fading as he seemed to cross into their world.

“Liam- Wait, what’s going on?! Marvin, what the hell-?!”

“We don’t have any time to discuss this! My world’s Anti is going to kill you all if we stall any longer!”

“Shit, you’re from his world, aren’t you?!”

“Come on!” Liam yelled, as he grabbed Marvin by the sleeve, and gestured for him to follow as he practically dragged Marvin back through the portal he must have used to get into Seán’s house. Seán sighed inwardly as he followed, not wanting to risk getting killed because he didn’t listen to the kid with obvious superpowers.

~~

Chase woke up, and groaned quietly in pain. His wounds still ached, but the blood on his shirt was drying. He wiped as much of the blood on his lower jaw away, and shakily sat up, trying to remember what all happened. All that he knew was he had been ambushed by two Anti’s on his way back home. Raising his gaze to look around himself, he froze, horror wrenching his gut as soon as he saw the scene before him.

Schneep hung from above, his body limp, eyes closed, and work scrubs covered in blood. He looked... He looked like how Robbie had described him looking after Anti almost gutted him, back on the glitch’s birthday! Oh god, how long had he been here, like that?! His eyes finally managed to break away from the doctor, and with each new ego he saw, his heart shattered more and more. JJ was on the ground, his head bloodied and partly cracked open, like it had been after Marvin attacked him. He shuddered at the memory, which was still freshly scorched into his mind. Robbie was nearby, his arms and a leg detached from his torso, with his right arm being in three pieces.

Chase checked the area for signs of either Antis’ return, and when he saw nothing, took his chances, and made the agonized dash to JJ’s side. He had planned to take the mute back to where he had been prior, but his eyes fell on his and Jackie’s kids as he looked up, and his heart stopped.

Making sure he didn’t drop Jameson on the ground as he made his way to the kids, he practically dropped to his knees by their side, and, placing JJ on his other side, checked to make sure they were still alive.

To his relief, he could definitely feel their hearts beating, and, despite the circumstances, began to cry in relief. He hugged his poor babies, wondering why Stacy hadn’t told him they were missing. As he sat where he was, his biological children and nephews held closely by one arm, his dearest brother Jameson hugged by the other, while tears slowly fell down his cheeks, he smiled faintly to himself. Something, almost like an instinct of some kind, inside of him told him that this was it. The world was ending. But, yet... He didn’t care. As long as he got to spend his final moments with JJ and his kids, he would be happy to die.

~~

Marvin had no clue what the hell was happening anymore. Everything was a blurry mess at this point. Liam was cowering fearfully behind him and Seán, as they used a protective spell to hold back the out of control glitch before them, who was too focused on trying to break down the spell to realize he could probably just warp behind them and attack from there.

Their magic briefly faltered, and the terrified look on Seán’s face confirmed that they had detected the same thing. Not a moment later, the world started quaking, and he could feel their reality beginning to break. A bright light erupted from somewhere in the distance, and the last thing he heard and saw as the world was enveloped in white and he slammed painfully into the ground, was Liam shouting his name and running to him.

~~

Merlin was using his magic to put a barrier between his Anti and Jackie, Ava, the babies, and himself. He knew it was probably game over, since the glitch had them cornered, with no visible means to escape anywhere between them and their attacker.

Then, a flash of red streaked past his barrier, as he felt the world beginning to crumble, and he screamed for Jackie to come back. The world began to go pitch black as the last thing he saw was this world’s version of his oldest brother getting brutally cracked in the face by his greatest enemy, while all he could do was trip while attempting to run after him, forgetting he was supposed to be protecting the hero’s family, screaming for him to turn around. The last thing he heard was Ava shrieking in pain-

...

You blink, wide-eyed. Oh, god, what the hell happened?! Where was the universe?! Why were you cut off from it? You bang on your monitor a couple times in confusion, attempting to see if it’ll reboot. The monitor just glitches briefly, and presents you with the dreaded Blue Screen.

You sigh, and turn your attention to the WorldView monitor. Blank. Nothing of importance was happening right now. Shit.

Swiveling around to the only other monitor in the room, you turn it on, and access the Error Logs.

[...]

[....]

[.....]

[Error... Camera Viewpoint connection lost.]

Damn it.

[<Attempting to reconnect...>]

[...]

[...]

[...]

[<Attempt failed. Try again?>]

[Yes]

[No]

You put your hand on the mouse, and swivel it over to the option you intended to click.

Now, it’s up to you, dear reader! Which do you choose to do- Sacrifice your ability to view more stories from World Initiative, or do you try again, hoping desperately to restore what you’ve lost? Respond with your choice via an ask, a comment, or a reblog!

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mood:   *   gets   pissed   off   there’s   no   more   of   my   cheese   for   my   burger   * okay   fine   whatever.   i’m   just   gonna   eat.     me:   *   thinks   about   my   cat   /   misses   her   little   meows   *     also   me:   *   begins   sobbing uncontrollably   *   repeat   mood   one.

#just a few more days #just a few more /days/. #rn i am a chihuahua baring fangs when i want to be an edible marshmallow. #everything is making me mad from looking at the dash which is hurting my ego and need for attention. #like this is why i hate hate hate waiting for refills because i get bitchy and needy for attention but get so easily pissed off #it's like a no win situation with me honestly. #i've lost so many friends because of this problem #but medicated it's like !!! i'm the best person to be around tbh ???? #that probably sounds cocky and self absorbed but it's honestly true bc i'm very happy #AND HUNGRY. #right now i'm not hungry but i'm forcing myself to eat all this week rip me. #my point is approach with caution. #i don't like being this way but you can't pick how things are in life #*shrug emoji* #DRAFTS IT IS #i have quite a bit of those #with replies always at the bottom of the queue so i have time to do more and put 'em in there. #* OUT : ❫ —— out of character . #food mention //

[shslshortie]

Little log 8/9 (please ignore)

Again, this has absolutely nothing to do with like any of my followers, so please ignore it cuz it'll just clog your dash.

Luckily, I'm posting this at 4:57 am, so not THAT many people will have to see this.

BUT Kaja asked how this whole thing was going, so I figured I'd update this thingy with the stuff that happened Saturday and Sunday.

Current list:

1) Christianna

1) Kelsey

1) Rae

(Everybody else is mostly the same?? Or my opinion hasn't changed THAT much to where I need an update on them)

I don't know how to do a read more on mobile???? So sorry?????????

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Okay, so Saturday was rough for me. This weekend had a lot of things kinda up in the air, and most of them didn't turn out the right way, so I was not in a good mindset.

But while I was alone and upset and feeling fairly unwanted, OUT OF NO WHERE WITH NO PROMPTING, both Christianna and Kelsey were texting and snapchating me like everything was completely normal (which it was for them). This was amazing, because when I felt so shitty, they were still reaching out to me just because they wanted to, or because they had stuff that they specifically wanted to tell/show me. Kelsey was even saying how she wished I was a dance major just so I could have been with her at the dance major watch party. And she was the one who convinced me to go to the party on Saturday night. (Which was not good, especially since she ended up leaving with the only other member that I've heard she wants as her big, so YIKES). ((I mean if Madison (the member) wants Kelsey, there is literally nothing I would be able to do to stop her from taking her. Everybody would want Madison if they thought she would want them, and I wouldn't even be able to be mad about it, because she is perfect))

So I happy cried over both Christianna and Kelsey because it made me feel wanted by both of them, and kind of solidified the relationship I want to have with them. A two way street of care and love, where even though I will basically be their mom, where at the basis of our Big/Little relationship, we are still really good friends.

And with Rae, last week she was apparently looking for me at the tailgate because she didn't know anyone else there, and because I was the only one who she felt comfortable around who wasn't black out drunk. (Bad thing was, I showed up real late and she had already left, BUT I ended up seeing her in the stadium and we talked for a bit!!) And yesterday and today she was asking me for advice about guerrilla; and me being the Pledge Mom™ that I am, offered to bring any pledges who wanted it food/coffee while they were waiting in line for guerilla sign ups. I ended up staying the whole time??? (Which was stupid and unnecessary but it was fine) and for most of it, she was just telling the other pledges how wonderful I was.

This is a huge ego boost, but the problem is that if these rankings stay the same for me... I have no idea who I would pick. Because if I decided to put Christianna and Rae as my #1 and #2, I would probably have guaranteed twins with both of them. Currently, I want Kelsey a bit more, just because I feel like it would be a better Big/little relationship, since Rae doesn't drink or do a lot of stuff like that, and I don't want to end up with a little that judges me or is ashamed of me. BUT I know that if I end up putting Kelsey as like #1 because I want her most, and put the other two at 2 and 3.... I might not get any of them... and even though I feel like I would get at least 1 little that I love, even if they aren't on my list... I don't want to mess it up with any of them because I made a mistake in ranking.

So long story short @ me:

Christianna: I'm like 90% sure I'm gonna get her. We are planning a guerrilla act together, and I was the first/only person she thought to ask. She doesn't know that many people, so I have absolutely no clue who else would be on her list. AND WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING I DIDNT HAVE ANY BLUE GLITTER, SHE SAID SHE HAD SOME THAT I COULD USE. and especially with my reputation in APO (my fucking pledge name was Sparkle Tits for crying out loud) there's no way it wouldn't be a match.

Kelsey: I love her, and we snapchat all the time, and she is super fun, and we will be going on a second pledge date soon. I'm just worried because she might want a Dance big, especially if she ends up with Claire as her dance honor society big... so I'll just have to figure out if she wants Madison or not and if Madison wants her. Which is what I'm stressed about, cuz I thought Madison would want someone like Blaire or Olivia or Emma or Nicole (the upperclassman dance majors who are pledging). And since she's 1) a senior, 2) is in a sorority... I can't imagine that she will take twins??? And she hasn't even been around that much?? Only at guerrilla and popping in at parties??? So like??? HOPEFULLY I can hear the whole situation when we have family brunch.

(Which is a WHOLE different monster of stress)

Rae: love her, and she's very sweet, but what people usually think of her as is a little pompous or know it all or above it all, which isn't really true. She just doesn't drink/party, and doesn't really like it when people do. She can tolerate it, which must mean she doesn't care that I do/has never been able to tell when I've been drunk (cuz I've definitely been drunk around her at least 3 if not 4 times). And she has a very matter of fact way of talking, which kind of stems from her education/how she wants to go all the way to get her PhD and her interests, which can make it seem like she's being short with you. And I don't have a problem with it, but like I'm not entirely sure if I would be the best big for her needs??? But we've talked a lot about makeup and dance and everything, and she's been very grateful whenever I've done anything for her or offered her help, and has reached out a lot, which is probably why I'm more drawn to her right now.

Again, the biggest stressor right now, is trying to figure out the order (which Luckily, I don't have to figure out until at least the 25th, if not the end of October) so that I feel like my twins both have me as their #1, and that they are who I want. Because originally, I was very much keeping my mind open, so that I would be happy and love whoever I got. Of course, if I got someone else, that means that they wanted me, I just might still be hurt or a bit upset if I was dead set on having a particular pair, and ended up with someone else. Because the biggest thing is, I don't want to be that big that has an obvious favorite twin and an ignored twin -- because looking at it last year, it fucking SUCKED when I saw some of the pairs, and I felt bad for some of the twins because of how obvious it was. Overall, it matters what the pledges want, so no matter what, I will do my best to make them happy, give them all the love they deserve, and give them the best APO experience.

Last note:

Holy hell am I stressed about this upcoming family brunch. We've been trying to plan it for 2-3 weeks, and it still hasn't happened yet. I'm very worried specifically because I don't want to be split off from the Peyton-Carli line just because LC is gone. Unless EVERYONE in our family gets twins, we wouldn't be strong enough on our own. Peyton and Carli would be fine, and could even still be too big. But for LC's line, it's just me and Brannon who are going to take littles. (IF MARISSA TOOK A LITTLE I WOULD BE FUCKING SHOOK. Girl Peyton could, but I would highly highly highly doubt it) and that would mean it would be like 4 people on that stage, maybe 5, maybe 6. Plus I don't want fake to split again, unless we did Peyton, Carli and LC all separate, and then came back together once everyone was done.

I also am stressed because at the very least, the entirety of Fake Fam (16 active members who attend UA currently) could theoretically take 32 new littles. At the very least, it could be 7, but it would most likely be between 10-17. That is a LOT. Which means that unless we all did the same thing (instead of the same theme like we did last year) it would be super fucking difficult to coordinate a reveal.

Finally, I'm stressed because I don't know who everybody wants???? And I KNOW that will be a huge big deal at brunch because Carli and Peyton are literally in charge of assigning Big/Little pairs for the entirety of APO. So hopefully, that means they will put us on high priority... but it COULD also mean that theyre gonna put their littles/grand littles/future ggrand littles on high priority above LC's line. ESPECIALLY if some people on their side wants the same people as Brannon or I do. (Cough cough Madison).

Best case scenario, Carli just goes around and asks everyone "do you want twins, and who do you want" and nobody has any issues with anybody else's picks.

Bad case scenario: the first thing they bring up is a split. Madison wants Kelsey and only Kelsey. I end up getting 1 little who is a random, and Brannon gets none. And drama happens where people start explaining why certain people shouldn't be a big little pair.

Well, here's hoping that it all works out, and I figure things out further. ✌

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