#he did not sign up for this teen angst bullshit

[ultralightpoe]

Full House llll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: This one is a bit short but I'm starting something and I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 8,831

Warnings: angst again? but not bad.

Part One HERE.. Part Two HERE.. Part Three HERE.. Part Four HERE..

(Thank you for the gif @lightningcrashes)

Enjoy!

The Johnsons Prison Facility loomed over Eddie, the same shadowy feeling he always used to get when visiting. 

Back then, when Wayne had brought him, Eddie had refused to take the man’s hand. His father hated when Eddie held into his mom and uncles hand, used to say it made him look like a baby. 

He always wanted to make it seem like he was tough, and maybe…. Just maybe his dad would be proud of him. 

But then he grew into his teen years and Wayne stopped coming, too disgusted by his brother, so Eddie was left to deal with his father by himself. And in his teen years Eddie was still trying desperately to get his dads attention but he was more at ease thanks to Wayne. 

Now? He held Motleys hand as she stood by him staring up at the building. In her arm she held her school folder with all the research needed for this family tree. 

With Eddie’s help, and your information, she decided she would fill in Billys side. And she would add Eddie’s side. 

“You ready?” He asks, clearing his throat. 

“Are you?” 

“If you’re here with me? Always.” He smiles and leads her in. They sign in, putting all their belongings in the bin including his rings. When the officer stops Motley she is forced to put her grandmothers ring in the bin, still on the chain Eddie had made for it. 

“It’ll be fine here kid.” The officer smiles. “He used to do that too.” 

Johnson’s prison facility was 2 hours away from Hawkins, and they had three main cops that have been here since Eddie had started coming. 

He leads them to the cafeteria where 4 guards stand and Eddie takes a seat, keeping Motley pressed into his side as he waits for them to bring in his dad. 

10 minutes go by and then he’s there, handcuffed and smiling from ear to ear as Robert Munson is brought to the table. 

“Edward.” He greets, waiting for the officer to cuff him to the table. He grunts in pain when the officer tightens it a little too much, glaring up at him. “Hey man. Think you can take it easy? That's my granddaughter there.” 

“How did….” Eddie begins to ask. 

“Wayne called me a couple days ago. Warned me about how I needed to act. My little fucking brother calling me to tell me to respect my own fucking son and-“ He stops when he sees Eddie’s glare, turning instead to the girl sat beside him. “What’s your name sweetie?” 

“Motley.” She smiles. 

“Jesus. Still into that rock music bullshit? You named your kid after them?” He laughs. 

“He didn’t name me. My mom did.” Motley answers quickly. “She named all of us.” 

“How many of you are there?” 

“Four.” 

“Wow. Someone has stayed busy.” He chuckles, casting a side eye to Eddie. “You let her name all four?” 

“The first two I wasn’t there for. The last two I figured she spent 7 hours pushing my boys out that she should get the naming privileges.” Eddie mumbles, tapping his knuckles on the table. 

“You weren’t there for the first two?” 

“No. I didn’t meet them until Metalhead here was 6.” Eddie smiles at Motley, pushing his head to her forehead which makes her laugh. 

“So she’s not yours?” 

“She’s mine. She just didn’t come from me.” Eddie says defensively. “Kind of like Wayne and I.” 

He watches as his comment sinks in, the man’s face falling a bit as he stares at Eddie before nodding slowly. “You got a picture?” 

Motley nods, opening her school folder to pull out the most recent family photo. 

Eddie stood in the photo, dressed in a button up and slacks with his hair pulled back into a low bun and you beside him in a nice outfit. Motley stood in front of him, smiling from ear to ear in her own dress with her long hair curled and her newly pierced ears shown. Ziggy stood beside her holding your hand with her hair in pigtails and a dress that cost you three pancakes to get her to wear it. The boys were both in their cute little baby ties, one in your hands and the other sitting on Wayne’s lap. 

Wayne sat in the middle, Halen giggling widely as everyone smiled and you could see the happiness in Eddie’s 

“Wow. Look at you guys.” His dad murmurs, nodding awkwardly. “That’s a….. you got a good family Wardie.” 

“Wardie?” Motley asks looking up at Eddie. 

“It’s what he used to call me. Way back when I was growing up.” 

“What’s all this for?” He asks, waving his hand to all her papers. 

“I’m doing a family tree and I have some questions. If you would be okay answering them.” 

“I got…. An hour with you guys so let’s get it done.” He smiles. 

The next 40 minutes he talks to Motley about the family, and about his mothers side of the family. Once Motley answers all her questions she closes the folder and stares at him dead on. 

“I just wanted to say….. my dad is one of the best. He didn’t have to stay but he did and he’s made my life better. He’s a good man. You should know that.” And Eddie has no clue what to say, neither does his father. Both just blinking at her for a moment as she packs up her folder before shuffling to give him a side hug. 

Eddie gets protective, standing quickly as Robert tries to hug back but the cuffs prevent it. “It was nice meeting you.” 

“You as well.” She smiles before moving to follow the guard out. 

“Edward. If you would wait just a moment.” His dad sighs, and Eddie sits back down. “I…. I think you’re a great man. I always knew you would be and I’m sorry if I- not if. I’m sorry that I treated you the way I did and constantly hurt not only your physical health but your mental health. I’m sober and I’ve come to realize how bad I was.” 

Eddie nods, he doesn’t really know how else to respond to that. 

“I…. Well I miss you, and my brother. They have family visitation in April and I…. It would mean the world to me- but you don’t owe me anything- if you brought your family. I could make ‘em little wooden sculptures. I’ve gotten good at those.” 

“I…. I’ll talk to my wife about it.” Eddie nods. And then Robert is nodding his head to the guard at the door who brings over a small little ornament carved out of wood, a bat. 

“Last time I saw ya I saw your bat tattoos. We have shop here so I made that.” 

“Thank you.” Eddie nods. “Means a lot.” 

- 

“And slowly, with each step rattling the ground beneath the travelers feet, the goblin king was upon them!” Eddie narrates with an excited look in his eyes, making the entire table sit on the edge of their seats. 

The party; Lucas, Erica, Mike, Dustin, Gareth, Jeff, and Paul; had collected at the house and Eddie had stolen the dining room for the night and banned the girls from entering or interrupting the campaign the party had been trying to schedule for months. 

They obviously started off butt hurt but once you told them you’d let them eat dinner in front of the tv they had gotten more excited about it. 

So you had made dinner, and got them set up as Eddie began his campaign. 

You sat with the kids on the floor, working on a crossword puzzle as the girls kept their eyes glued to the screen. 

Here’s the thing, Eddie told the girls they couldn’t come in but he never exclusively said the boys couldn’t come in. So when Ozzy emerged at the door Eddie gave him a warning look that said ‘back away’ and it always used to work in school. Jocks used to back away from the lunch table easily and theater kids would dash from the drama room quickly. 

But Ozzy? Nooooo. Ozzy liked to cause problems and fight against the punishment. 

He smiles at his dads warning look and gets a little further in the kitchen as Eddie tries to concentrate on the campaign. “And with an angry roar he reaches a heavy fist out to slam against the ground and ‘BAM!’-“ Eddie slams his fist on the table. 

“Bam bam!” Ozzy repeats, hitting the fridge like Eddie had hit the table. 

“Yeah dude. Get into it.” Jeff smiles. 

“The goblin hits the ground so hard the earth begins to crack and tear beneath you travelers! What will you -Ozzy no.” Eddie doesn’t have time to react as his son dashes to the table and sticks his grubby little toddler fingers out to snatch Paul’s little figurine. 

“Hey! Eddie that thing stole my-“ Paul begins whining. 

“That thing is my son so watch your mouth.” He warns before snapping his fingers at Ozzy. “Give it.” 

Ozzy doesn’t, and when Paul reaches for him he screams out and shakes his head. “NO NO NO!” 

“He doesn’t like to be touched.” Eddie explains. 

“Don’t touch him.” Lucas snaps. 

“Well he-“ and then it happens. Ozzy pulls his hand back and chucks the goblin straight into Paul’s face so hard Eddie gasps. 

“OW YOU LITTLE FUCK!” Paul yells, covering the spot leaking with blood. 

“BAM BAM!” 

You appear in the doorway then, eyes wide as you reach for Ozzy. “I’m sorry guys.” 

“Can’t you keep control of the kids?” 

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Eddie sneers, finger in his face. “Dude we’ve been planning this night for months and we all have to work around your schedule with your kids. This is insane!” 

“Hey. Erica and I have a newborn so it was us too.” Dustin defends, standing up. “And Lucas has away games and Mike is busy with his internship. Gareth owns a bar and Jeff is taking care of his mom. Not all of us have all day and night Paul.” 

“Guys. I’m sorry. I’ll get a washcloth for your face and set the baby gate up. Okay? Just get back to your game.” You try, pulling Ozzys hand to lead him out. 

“ITS NOT A GAME!” Paul snaps and Ozzy whirls back. 

“No yell Mama!” He yells, dashing around the table. Eddie already moving to catch him but before he can Ozzy hits Paul straight in the crotch. 

“Oh! Get him Ozzy!” Mike laughs as Eddie lifts his kid by the back of his shirt and pulls him away.

“No yell mama!” Ozzy repeats himself which pulls Ziggy and Motley into the room. 

“Who yelled at mom?” 

Ozzy answers his older sisters question by pointing straight at Paul. 

“Don’t yell at my mom!” Motley snaps and Ziggys face gets red. 

“Eddie. Get your kids man.” 

“YOU’RE AN UGLY BLOWFISH!” Ziggy shouts. 

“PEPPERONI FACE!” Motley adds. 

“And you stink!” Mike helps, smiling from ear to ear. 

“POOPOO HEAD!” 

Paul collects his stuff angrily, cussing under his breath on the way out before slamming the front door harshly. 

“Anyone else want to go?” Eddie asks. “Cause I love you guys but my kids and wife are more important. So if you have a problem with them then go.” 

Everyone looks around at each other and shrugs, getting comfortable again as Eddie sets Ozzy down. The girls move over to kiss his cheek before dashing back to the tv. 

“I do have dessert cooking guys.” You mumble, still obviously awkward as you try to reach for Ozzy. He moves away and struggles to get onto Paul’s empty seat. 

Eddie watches as he gets settled, his face just meeting the table. 

“No Ozzy.” 

“Yes Ozzy.” His son argues. Jesus he looked just like Eddie. 

“Oz, come on. I’ll put on Scooby.” You try again and he shakes his head. 

“I’m cool if he stays.” Gareth smiles, shrugging. “He seems to be really into it” 

The rest of the table agrees and you nod, looking to Eddie to make sure. 

“You can stay. But no throwing anything.” He orders and he knows that Ozzy didn’t actually hear a word as he giggles. 

You move to leave to the living room but Eddie stands quickly to catch you and give you a deep kiss. 

“Enjoy your g….campaign.” You smile, heading back out with the girls and Halen. 

Once Eddie starts again Ozzy stays seated which is extremely odd for the toddler, and everytime Eddie makes an over dramatic sound Ozzy repeats it. 

Every “Bam” is met with a “bam bam!”, and every “boom!” Is quickly followed by a “BOOOOM!” and the party seems to love it. 

Lucas lets Ozzy roll for him, laughing every single time he rolls a Nat 20 to Dustin’s measly 1’s. 

And suddenly Ozzy was there every week to watch them play. 

-

(Let me tell you. Eddie’s kids stand on BUSINESS) 

The day you both took them to get their vaccines was filled with tricks and lies. Your good parents, you knew how this game was played. 

The agreement was if they all behaved during their doctors appointment then they could all get a toy and an ice cream cone. 

So they all piled into the car and played nice until you got to the doctors office. Then to make things easier the doctor pulled you all back and you planned on it being easy. 

But of course it wouldn’t be easy because the kids saw the needle. 

“No no no no no.” Motley begs, her face pressed into Eddie’s abdomen as he keeps one hand on her head to keep her there and the other rubbing her back gently. 

“Breathe. It will be okay. Just a second.” He promises, watching the needle go in and holding his breath as Motley tenses with tears sliding down her face. 

Ziggy cries, Halen and Ozzy crying too as the doctor congratulates Motley and sticks a bandaid over her arm before handing her a lollipop. 

She glares, still crying as she mumbles out “you’re mean,” to the poor doctor and hopping off the table. Eddie gives her another hug, kissing her head before you’re bringing Ziggy up to the table. 

She kicks out and screams as you try and relax her, and Eddie does what he did for Motley and shoves her face in his abdomen so she doesn’t have to look. 

“Come on Zigs. You got this.” He whispers and the doctor pushes the needle into her arm. She cries out, and once the needle is replaced with a bandaid she is far less forgiving than her sister. “Bitch.” 

“Heyyyy.” Eddie warns, helping her off the table to replace her with Halen. 

The youngest was surprisingly calm. He whines out at the pinch of pain but the second he has a transformers bandaid on he is distracted and easy to woo. 

Ozzy however was not having it. He fought you getting onto the table and he fought Eddie trying to hold him. Finally it got to the point where Eddie had to hold his arms down just for the doctor to go ahead and once it was done and Eddie thought it safe to let go your son took a swing on the doctor. 

It hits her in the cheek and Eddie is apologizing immediately as she laughs it off mumbling that it’s not the first time. 

You snatch him from the table and pull him out of the room as Eddie continues to apologize, the doctor just waves him off and laughs. 

The car ride is silent as you and Eddie both try to figure out what to say. You had reached the point with Ozzy where he wasn’t listening to your warnings or lectures but neither of you wanted to hit him. So you didn’t know what to do. 

“That’s it.” You snap, unbuckling quickly and bending to snatch his arm from the seat behind yours and biting down hard enough to make him cry out before pulling back. 

“That hurt?!” 

“YES MAMA!” He screams. 

“Good! No more hitting or biting or kicking!” You yell back. “And everyone but you gets ice cream because you’re a mean baby!” 

“NO MAMA!” 

“Yes! Now shut the hell up and think about what you did!” Adrenaline is coursing through you and you already feel bad for yelling at him but you turn to face the front and see Eddie trying his best not to laugh. 

“You just bit our kid.” 

“That’s not a kid. That’s a villain.” You snap. 

“Think you can bite me sometime?” He teases and you try not to laugh as you look out the window. 

“I think I can make something happen.” 

And when Eddie pulls into the ice cream parking lot the other kids all jump out, Halen being grabbed by Eddie as you move to the back to sit with Ozzy. 

“Mama please.” 

“No.” 

“Mama…. Pwease!” He whines, eyes filling with tears. 

“You were bad Ozzy. Very bad.” You mumble, reading your book as he pouts and cries. There is a knock at the window and you crank it down to greet your husband. 

“Wanted to make sure it was going okay in here.” 

“That’s why I sent you in because you cave in too easily.” You sigh, seeing the puppy dog eyes of your husband. “Eddie, he needs to learn.” 

“But he’s so young and he-“ you start rolling the window back up, with a roll of your eyes. 

“Wait wait. Fine. Okay? He was bad.” Eddie sighs. “But that’s our little man! Look at him.” 

You don’t want to because you know you’ll be met with the spitting image of your adorable husband. 

“Just…. Come on baby.” Eddie whines and you roll your eyes again. 

“I sowwy!” Ozzy sniffles and you feel yourself break under pressure. 

“He’s sowwy.” Eddie coos. 

“F-fine.” You sigh, moving to unbuckle him and get out of the car. “But I swear-“ 

Eddie is grabbing him already and you go to sit where the rest were sitting, watching Eddie take him to the counter to choose an ice cream. 

When they come back Ozzy moves to sit in your lap, which shocks you because he normally hates that. 

He keeps the side of his head on your chest as he eats the ice cream and you’re able to read as Ziggy talks Eddie’s ear off about how brave she was. 

“You were brave. All my dorks did so good.” He smiles, leaning to sneak a gummy bear out of her ice cream. 

“Daddy!”  She whines but he sticks out his tongue which makes her stick out her tongue. Halen tries but he had a mouth full of chocolate ice cream so Eddie is quick to tell him no. 

“How is ice cream made?” Ziggys asks and Eddie shrugs. “Am I supposed to know?” 

“Yes?” 

“I’m supposed to know how ice cream is made?” Eddie scoffs, looking shocked. 

“Yes!” 

“Then you tell me how babies are made.” 

“Mommy makes them. Duh.” She responds like he’s stupid. “Where were you?” 

“I can promise you I was right there.” Eddie laughs and you glare which makes him laugh harder, leaning back in his chair to give himself room to cackle. 

Halen imitates his cackle which makes Eddie laugh harder until his chair falls backwards and all you can see are his feet flying in the air. 

Motley and Ziggy laugh loudly, both rushing to go help him up and you shake your head. 

“You’re where Ozzy gets it from.” 

“I think I broke my back-“ 

-

“Ow. Baby.” Eddie groans, laying face first into the pillow as you climb into bed. 

“What’s wrong?” You tease laying down and adjusting the blanket to cover you. You feel his hand reach out as he grunts in pain, looking for you. 

“Baby come here.” 

“Why?” 

“Because we always cuddle!” He sighs, already agitated. 

“How am I supposed to cuddle you right now? You’re in pain.”

“Come on….. just. God damn it come here.” He snaps, pulling you in and grunting in pain. “Just need you near. That’s all I want.” 

“You’re old.” You murmur, rubbing his lower back a little. “Stay still. I’ll go get the icy hot.” 

-

“Nope! No!” Eddie shouts, dashing after where Halen just escaped from butt naked. “Come here boy!” 

Halen merely giggles and when Eddie runs around the corner he nearly collides with Ziggy, jumping over her like a fence. “Sorry sweetie!” 

“I’m stealing your-“ he doesn’t hear the rest, zipping after Halen and just managing to catch him before he goes to bother you in the kitchen. “It’s bathtime little man. And it’s also rude to run with your junk out.” 

“No bath!” 

“Yes bath!” Eddie laughs. “You smell like grandpa Wayne.” 

“Heard that!” His uncle calls from the hall. “Thin ice boy!” 

Halen and Eddie exchange glances, both wide eyed. “He talking to me or you?” 

Halen shrugs and Eddie tries not to laugh at how innocent he is as he dashes upstairs. Only to find Ziggy covered in your lotion. 

“That’s it. I’m dead.” He sighs. “Your mother is going to kill me.” 

“Okay daddy. I have a plan though.” Ziggy starts.

“…..I might be interested in hearing it.” Eddie mumbles back, Halen wiggling in his arms. 

“We don’t tell mommy. I don’t get spanked and you don’t get killed.” 

“Seems legit. Hop in the shower and I’ll hide the evidence.” And just like that the daddy daughter duo commits a crime. 

By the time you are getting ready for bed he hears you rustling around in the bathroom doing your nightly routine. 

“Hey baby?” He calls, scratching the back of his neck. “I need your help.” 

The plan was to distract you, whether that be through seduction or just talking your ear off he had yet to figure out. 

You come out of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow out to him in confusion as he sits on the bed. “With what?” 

“Allllll of thisssss.” He wiggles his eyebrows, using his hand to gesture up and down his body. 

“What’d you do?” You snap, hands flying to your hips as you glare. 

“What? What do you mean?” 

“You only do that cheesy sexual thing when you are hiding something Edward Munson.” You snap, moving closer. First mistake. 

“No I don’t!” He scoffs. “I’ve never once in my life done that.” 

Yes he had. Once last week when he broke your favorite mug. Twice the week Motley kicked a soccer ball through the back window. 

“Are you accusing me of being a prostitute?” 

“Prostitution is for money. You’re doing it to make sure no one gets in trouble. What’s the word for that?” 

“Protective.” 

“Slut.” He gasps loudly at your words, moving forward to snatch you into his arms. 

“You wanna see what this slut can do?” 

“Yes. Then I wanna know what you did.” You laugh. 

-

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You sigh, walking in front of Motley as she follows you around the diner floor. 

You were opening this morning, and Motley decided to come with you to try and plead her case before she went to school. 

“Mom please.” She whines. “I wanna go.” 

“Motley. It’s not a good idea.” You repeat, snatching all the ketchup bottles from the table to refill. Honestly you were done with this conversation, and though you understood why Eddie took Motley in the first place you did not want your kids or your husband attached to that man. 

Robert Munson was a plague in memories for your husband and you didn’t want that for him. 

But Motley wanted to take Eddie to go see him on family day. And you were wracking your brain trying to figure out what was going on here. Why was your daughter so obsessed with this situation?

“Be fair!” She snaps. 

“Take it down a notch.” 

“But mom-“ 

“What’s the deal here, Motty?” You sigh, sitting in a booth to start marrying all the ketchup bottles. “If you’re upset about something you should just tell me.” 

“I’m not upset about anything.” 

“Yes. You are.” You respond. “Tell me what’s going on here.” 

“Do you think…. Do you think Dad misses me?” 

“I’m sure he does. He always begs to pick you guys up from school-“ 

“No. I mean….”

“Oh…. Motley I don’t know. Are you missing him?” 

“No. I just wonder if he’s missing me. He’s my dad. He should be right. And if Dads dad can miss him, maybe my father can miss me. You know?” 

You don’t know what to say, and you don’t know how to fix this so maybe you should just give in and see if she can sort some of these emotions out herself.

“I’ll discuss it with Eddie. Okay? Now how about you play hooky and miss your first class for a stack of pancakes?” 

“Okay.” She giggles, and that was a step in the right direction. 

-

Eddie was tense the morning you got ready for family day, not really saying much as you both shuffled around each other before you had to get the kids up. 

You knew he was nervous and stressed and you didn’t know how to help him which was beginning to stress you out. He was doing this for Motley, and you were so grateful for that but you seemed to be pushing too hard. 

So, as he sat on the bench at the end of the bed putting on his boots, you took your chance and wormed your way onto his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. 

He accepts you with little fight, practically melting at your touch and pressing his nose into your collarbone as you hug him. His hands clutch your hips tightly, and you quickly realize he is doing the grounding technique that his therapist recommended. 

“5 things that you can see.” 

“Your dress, the sock under the dresser, the throw blanket you claim is important, my bandana hanging on the back of the door, and your purse by the door.” 

“Good.” You hum out. “4 things you can touch.” 

“You, my jeans, the blanket and your hair.” 

“3 things you can hear.” 

“The fan in the boys’ room, the water in the toilet run, and Wayne shuffling around downstairs.” 

“2 things you can smell?” 

“Your perfume and the febreeze.” He’s less tense now, breathing out easily. 

“Something you can taste?” 

“If you gimme a kiss something tells me that famous cherry chapstick.” He mumbles slowly, nose going up your neck until his lips reach yours. He doesn’t kiss you though, just keeping his lips barely touching your own, breathing into each other. 

“Are you okay to do this?” You whisper.

“I…. I’ve done it once with her already.” 

“This is different and you know it. And I know you’re doing it for Motley because you’re amazing but I just think this is pushing it a bit.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“Eddie.” 

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” He mumbles, finally pressing his lips into your own to kiss you finally. You deepen it instantly, pushing him into the mattress a little from his spot on the bench which makes him smile through the kiss. 

When you reach down to unbuckle his belt he hums out, moving to stop you. “We gotta get the kids ready-“ 

“We got time.” You smile. “And I’m craving it.” 

He couldn’t argue that.

-

Eddie was trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath, but he was trying really hard to seem cool. 

This was for Motley, he could do this again for Motley. 

Last time when it was just him and her it was easier. But now, with you and Wayne and Ziggy and the boys. It was going to be too much. Too soon. He really didn’t want his dad knowing all this about his life. 

He also didn’t want all his kids knowing this part of his life, the child of a murderer life. 

Wayne sat next to him in the car and you sat in the back with all the kids. He kept looking back at you through the rear view mirror, lightening little by little each time you smiled at him. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He was going in with his best team. 

But then the Johnsons Center came into view and all he could feel was dread. This was a terrible idea and he would regret it. 

Motley is the first to jump out, holding the card she made in her hand as she waits on the side of the car for everyone else. Eddie had put her hair into two braided plaits and he was thankful she did because now she can’t pull at it to show her nervousness. 

The boys both yell out when you try to help them out after unbuckling them and they climb out themselves, Eddie helps them hop down since the little toddlers couldn’t manage that part themselves and Ziggy jumps out at him with a smile. 

“You ready?” Wayne asks, helping you shuffle the kids together so you can snatch the boys up. Halen giggles, jumping into Wayne’s arms as Ozzy lays his head on your chest and clutches at your shirt. Ziggy and Motley are both holding Eddie’s hands. 

“I’m as ready as I will ever be.” Eddie sighs. “Alright. Let me see everyone.” 

Everyone smiles at him, just like they always do when he asks this, and before he knew it he was leading them all into the building. Helping Ziggy and Motley on the beginning of what they needed to give up and helping them through the scanners. 

Ziggy giggles when the guard takes his hand scanner and checks her, calling it a lightsaber which makes Eddie laugh. 

Motley once again hesitates when giving up her grandmothers ring, but the second it hits the bin the guard gives her a small smile promising to protect it. 

Ozzy and Halen are a bit easier, you have to give up your earrings and Wayne his watch but they were soon ushered into the courtyard where other families all sat together having fun. 

In the center, sitting at a table by himself, sat Alan looking anxious and eyes casting around nervously. The second his eyes land on the family, a smile splits across his face from ear to ear as he stands and fixes the jumpsuit he was wearing. 

He looked nervous, and that made Eddie feel a little easier about everything. 

“Hey guys…” he smiles, when they make it to the table. “I am so glad you could make it.” 

“Hey Alan.” Wayne mutters, and they stare at each other for a second before Alan holds his hand out to shake like a peace offering. 

“Motley, good to see you again angel.” He smiles, holding out his hands for a hug if she wanted. She does, giving him a full hug before sitting down. Ziggy smiles at him, sitting by her sister quickly and Wayne sits with Halen. 

You stand by Eddie, allowing him to lead you a little closer by your lower back. 

“You must be …..” Alan smiles, reaching a hand out to shake. “My son told me about you a couple years ago when he came to see me.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, and Eddie feels something pinch in his chest. “You know Motley, this one is Ziggy-“

Ziggy goes to bite you when you place your hand on her head, to which you pinch her cheek. “Then we have Halen and Ozzy.”

“You have a little army.” Alan laughs, watching as you sit with Ozzy. Eddie stands awkwardly with the picnic basket Wayne had carried in, Alan moves in for a hug and Eddie is quick to shake his hand before sitting down with his family and allowing Alan to sit as well. 

“They said we could bring food so we did.” He mumbles, opening the basket and beginning to set everything up. 

“Thank you guys! This is great. I was beginning to think you might not…..” Alan blanches, anxiety pouring off him. 

“Sorry. We all got a bit of a late start.” You explain, smiling in Eddie’s direction slyly. 

“I want to know everything. What do you kids do for fun? What’s your favorite animal?” 

“I dance!” Ziggy mumbles, snatching a sandwich Eddie had been trying to pass her. “You wanna see me twirl?”

“I would love to.”

“Maybe after you eat.” Eddie mumbles before she can rush to do it. “Once she finds a way to escape the table she can’t ever sit back down.” 

“Not true!” 

“So true.” Eddie laughs. 

“Kid. You’re an everyday Houdini with dinner tables.” Wayne teases, using his fingers to tickle her side which makes her laugh loudly, pushing his hand away. 

“Grandpa Wayne!” She whines and Alan freezes, keeping a smile glued on his face. Eddie’s side hurts, the scars aching from the bats teeth. 

“She…. They all call him-“ he tries to explain before you’re there to save him. 

“The kids missed their grandma and grandpa from my side and I insisted they call Wayne here Grandpa Wayne.” You explain. 

“You live with them? Isn’t that right?” Alan asks, looking at Wayne. 

“Yes. Little boss pants over here insisted I move in after my hip surgery.” Wayne smiles and you roll your eyes playfullly.

“BIRD.” Halen yells happily, pointing up to the bird flying overhead before bouncing up and down happily and clapping. 

“BAT!” Ozzy calls next, pointing to Eddie’s bat tattoos. 

“How many tattoos you got now boy?” Alan smiles, looking at his son. 

“Oh, Eddie, you should show him your newest one.” Wayne offers. “He’s got the kids' names down his side. It looks great.”

But Eddie blanches, hands shaking as he rubs his side. “Well uh-“ 

He lifts the shirt slowly, showing the tattoo that has all the first letters of their names and their birthdates by them. 

Alan smile falls as he sees his sons side and abdomen, all the scarring there. “Wow….” 

“My dad has cool scars!” Motley explains, tracing along the outer edge of one. 

“What from?” 

“Oh…. Just stuff.” Eddie mumbles out. “We made you some potato salad.” 

As soon as all the plates were full everyone began a natural conversation, Alan asking question after question about the kids. 

And once lunch was done Alan invites the kids to play some game that they had set up in the courtyard. 

“They let anyone with good behavior do this.” He explains as he leads them to the games. 

“Yeah? Family day?” Wayne clarifies. 

“Yeah.” 

“Have you been bad?” Ziggy asks, holding Wayne’s hand as they walk. “Since this is your first family day?” 

“No. I’ve been allowed for a couple years. But I just….. didn’t know if anyone would be interested in coming.” Alan answers truthfully. “You remind me of your grandma.” 

“I do?” Ziggy smiles. 

“Oh yeah. She liked asking questions too. Never stopped.” Alan laughs. “She spent her life wondering new things.” 

“Do I look like her?” 

“Oh, Zigster-“ Eddie starts but Alan is quick to stop him. “Yeah you kinda do kid. You got her bright eyes.” 

Her smile widens and soon enough she was moving to the jump rope game with him close to her. 

“This isn’t going bad.” You mumble, watching the girls with Wayne and Alan. “How you feeling?” 

“Tense. Pain. Awkward.” Eddie blurts, shuffling Halen around in his arms. “I…. This is not what I imagined.” 

“I know.” You mumble, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “But I’m really happy you did.” 

“I…..” he trails off, sitting on the benches with you. 

“I don’t know how to help Motley with this.” You mumble. “But you’re helping her and you need to know that it absolutely means the world to me.” 

“You guys mean the world to me.” He smiles, hand rubbing your knee as he bounces Halen in his lap. “Would you ever…. Allow a supervised visit?” 

“For Alan?” 

“No. For Billy-“ 

“No.” You snap out, body physically turning away from him. 

“I know. I just think she needs closure-“ 

“Shut up.” You snap out, standing quickly to go stand with the rest of your group.  

Eddie sighs out, chest aching. 

- 

The car ride on the way home is silent as all the kids play with the wooden ornaments Alan had made them. Wayne holds the pack of photos you guys had gotten with Alan in his hand and you say between the twins with your arms crossed glaring out the window. 

You hadn’t said a word to him since he asked and he was beginning to think he really fucked uo by bringing it up. 

Dinner passed in silence and by the time you got the kids ready for bed you both split up to get everyone into bed. 

Eddie took the girls, reading them both a bedtime story before taking a moment to pick up the basement lounge area that had been made into their shared playroom. 

By the time he makes it upstairs he moves to see if you’re still with the twins, shocked to find that both of them are completely passed out and their starry night light the only source of light in the room. 

So he shuffles to the room, finding you sitting on the bench with tears streaming down your face that you keep quickly trying to wipe away. 

He shuts the door, moving closer to sit in his knees in front of you. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is so silly.” 

“No it’s not.” He mutters, rubbing your thighs. “Nothing that makes you upset is silly.” 

“I just don’t know how to help her with this. I’ve never had to go through it and I hate the thought of him seeing her but she’s gotta have something going on here and I can’t be selfish-“ you begin to rant, taking a deep breath in and moving to hold his hands. 

“We can try a supervised visit to see if it helps her. Or maybe we ask to see what she wants.” Eddie offers. “Or maybe we distract her with a trip to Disneyland.” 

“Shut up!” Your laugh is watery and you slap his shoulder lightly as he lunges up to kiss you. It’s urgent and strong, and you immediately melt into it as his hands slide up your body to keep you pulled close to him. 

“I hate when you’re mad at me.” He murmurs when he pulls away, finger tracing your cheek slowly as he admires you. 

“I wasn’t mad at you.” You mumble, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I just….. it scares me you know?” 

“I know. I also kind of sprung the idea on you.” He answers. You both work in tandem, slowly beginning to undress each other, one piece of clothing at a time as you keep coming in for more kisses. 

“Did you lock the door?” You whisper, and he grunts out, sliding from the bed to make sure the door is locked before dashing back to you. 

-

The diner you had chosen to meet Billy at was extremely crowded. Which is why you had chosen it. 

You sat at a table for 4, with Motley and Ziggy on either side of you as Billy sat across from you. He has an irritated expression, had one the entire time as Motley and Ziggy talk to him about anything and everything they could. 

His answers remained short, and the girls were definitely getting hurt by it. 

“I got the chicken tenders and there was only supposed to be three but I got five!” Motley explains with excitement. 

“Ok.” Billy shrugs, not really caring and taking a bite out of his burger. 

Halfway through the lunch they both decided to just talk to you instead which you were fine with, and once he was done eating he put cash down for his own before kissing their heads and heading out. 

You stayed sitting there, smiling at the girls as the waitress cleared the table. 

“Are you ready for the check?” She asks sweetly. “I’m sure I can get the chef to make you both a free milkshake.” 

She winks as the girls sit up happily and you smile back. “We’re actually waiting on my husband and their brothers. They’ll be here soon.” 

“Yeah, we had lunch with my biological dad. But my dad is coming to pick us up. He went to some really big store that had lots of game stuff.” 

“He plays DnD.” You nod, and the waitress smiles happily. 

“I’ll be right back ladies.” 

10 minutes later there is a round of milkshakes as the twins munch on a plate of fries while Eddie listens to the girls talk about the lunch. 

“I got the chicken tenders and there was supposed to be three but I ended up getting five!” 

“You’re absolutely kidding!” Eddie gasps. “The kitchen must have thought you were awesome.” 

“Must have!” 

“Did you have ketchup or mustard?” 

“Both!”

“Atta girl!” He smiles. “I got you something from the store.” 

He pulls out a small pouch and hands it to her so she can dig through it, pulling out a set of pink dice. “NO WAY!” 

“I want one!” Ziggy whines and Eddie laughs before pulling out a little princess figurine for her. 

“Nerds.” You mumble out which makes him give you a toothy grin. 

- 

“Daddy daddy daddy!” Ziggy yells excitedly, running up to where Eddie sat on the couch with his reading glasses on, focusing on the pages before him as the girl climbs up to get to him. “Guess what!” 

“What?” He smiles, closing the book to turn to watch her. 

She pulls her lip back with a finger to show a gap in her front teeth. 

“You lost a tooth!” Eddie laughs with excitement. “Oh Man! The tooth fairy is gonna come give you money tonight!” 

“I thought she gave chocolate? In the baskets?” 

“No zigster. That’s Easter.” He smiles at her. “The Easter bunny does that. Remember? He pooped all over the house?” 

The ‘poop’ had been brownies crumbled, rolled up and set along the floor to make it look like the bunny had pooped everywhere. The girls thought it was hilarious and Eddie regretted setting it up everytime he had to drag Zeppelin away from the brownies. 

“So she gives money?” 

“Always does.”

“How much?” 

“A dollar.” 

“That's cheap!” 

“Ohhhh be careful little one. She might hear you say that and bring nothing.” 

“She wouldn’t dare.” 

“Oh she would.” 

“What a bitch.” Ziggy sighs out and Eddie tries his hardest not to laugh. 

That night Ziggy gets 50 cents and a cute little note saying “how rude.” 

She was upset. Eddie thought it was hilarious.

- 

(Time change here gadies and lentlemen) 

“Babe! Have you seen my keys?!” Eddie panics from down the stairs, rushing around the house to try and find them as everyone upstairs gets ready for the day. “I can’t find them!” 

“Last I saw they were on the bannister!” You call down the steps and Ziggy dashes down, bangs and all. 

Ziggy was 11 now, and she had gone through a lot of changes. No more pigtails, now she kept her hair down with bangs, and she always had one tiny braid in it that she always tied off with one colored rubber band. Todays was bright green to match her nice little dress for picture day. 

“Hey papa.” She greets, dashing past him to get to the kitchen. “Do we have egos?” 

“Egos? Yeah. Sometimes. Eggos however, your aunt El ate them this weekend.” He explains while searching his bag for the keys. 

“UGH!” His daughter yells, stomping to go get cereal. 

“Hey dad!” Motley smiles, entering the kitchen and moving to kiss his cheek. 

“Hey Metalhead- absolutely not. Go up and change.” He snaps, shaking his head. 

Things had changed with Motley too, and Eddie hated it. Well he loved her but he hated that she had to go through puberty. Why couldn’t she just stay young and adorable forever?!

Gone were the overalls and plaited hair. 

Now she styled her hair in all the new trends and styles, she wore tiny skirts and tiny crop tops. Her nails were always covered with a new color every week and the amount of time Eddie asks her to pick up her stupid sandals has gone too far. 

Not to mention the amount of makeup the girls have in their bathroom downstairs. 

“What?! Dad!” She sighs, already ready to fight for her outfit. Today she had chosen a pair of heeled Mary janes with tights and a really short black skirt. That he didn’t mind, even if he was the slightest bit concerned about the skirt he knew he should be lucky she wore the pantyhose. The shirt she chose however was a no. 

“I can see your midriff!” 

“So?” 

“You raise your hand once and everyone will see your bra!” 

“Again, so?” 

“Motley Marie.” He snaps and she sighs out, stomping off to go change as you enter the kitchen with a smile. 

“Morning handsome.” 

“Babe I need my keys!” He panics, kissing you quickly before rushing past. “I can’t be late for work again!” 

“Why's Motley mad?” You ask him while helping him search. 

“I told her to put on clothes.” 

“Why’s Ziggy mad?” 

“Out of Eggos.” 

“Got it.” 

“Morning!” Halen smiles, jumping down the last 7 stairs which makes you gasp out in fear. 

“Halen, you know I hate when you do that!” 

“Looking for dads keys?” He asks with a shit eating grin that makes you both groan out and rush to the plants left on the banister. 

Lately Halen had been in a bit of a….phase? He liked to steal things. But not actually keep them. No the kid liked to steal and hide things just for the sake of it. His favorite spot to hide things happened to be the plants. 

So you both began digging through the plants, searching for the keys. 

Motley stomps back up the stairs, and Eddie whirls to see what she is wearing. “Better. Thank you.” 

“Whatever.” She grumbles out and moves to grab her bag. 

“Cute sweater. Now take it off.” You smile, watching her freeze. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The top that your dad told you not to wear is under it. You think I’m stupid?”

“UGH! This house is so stupid!” She screams, stomping back down the stairs. Her heels hit the stairs with a thump thump thump each time. 

“I would have never realized.” Eddie mumbles, before you pull out a pair of silver keys. “AHA! My beautiful wife!” 

“Do we have Eggos?” Halen asks, dashing to the kitchen where Ziggy is shoving her face with cereal. 

“No. Stupid.” 

“You’re stupid!” He snaps, moving to grab the box. 

“Those are mine!” Ziggy snaps. “You chose the Frosted Flakes!” 

“Just share!” Eddie sighs. “Your mom and I will go shopping later.” 

“Hey guys.” Ozzy mumbles, coming into the kitchen. 

The boys were 8, and somehow become exact opposites of eachother. Halen kept his hair short and mostly wore flannels and converse. He liked to steal things for whatever reason and was currently hyper fixated on baseball. 

Ozzy liked to keep to the baggy long sleeve shirts and black ripped jeans, he had been wearing out his pair of converse for years now and refused to wear the new ones you and Eddie got him. His hair, pitch black, was extremely curly and reached his mid neck. (I’m thinking like Finn wolfhard hair. You can choose though it’s your kid). 

He was currently obsessed with Eragon, and Nirvana. Both of which Eddie could support. 

Ozzy came in dragging his cello case until you grabbed it from him and set it on the couch. Instead of guitar the kid chose the cello, and Eddie had gotten him a nice black handmade cello. 

“You okay pal?” Eddie asks, watching Ozzy scramble to make toast. 

“Yeah. I stayed up late.” The kid mumbles. 

“Yeah! His reading light kept me up dad!” 

Right on cue Motley stomps back up, wearing a form fitting top that didn’t seem much better but at least she’d be able to raise her hand in class. 

“Better?” 

“Not much but I’ll allow it.” Eddie smiles, leaning to kiss her cheek right as there is a honk out front. “Really? Samantha can’t just come to the door?�� 

“It’s not Samantha.” Motley shrugs, grabbing her bag and lip gloss before heading out the door. 

“Wait what?!” Eddie calls, following her out. “Fucking Aaron again.” 

“Dad, don't embarrass me.” She snaps as she gets into the car. 

“Hey man-“ Eddie calls, stopping the door before she can close it on him. 

“Don’t worry Mr. Munson. She’s in good hands.” 

“I don’t want her in any hands!” He snaps out, glaring at the idiot of a kid. 

“Dad!” 

“Okay. Fine. Just be careful-“ the door is shut before he could finish his sentence and they are off. “Oh I hate this feeling of parenthood.” 

“Come on kids. We gotta go!” You call from the door, trying to get them all to the car. Halen dashes for his seat, papers flying out of his backpack that Eddie quickly moves to snatch. 

“Halen? Did you do your homework?” Eddie sighs, seeing most of them blank. 

“Ozzy did!” Halen smiles. “I’ll copy it when we’re there.” 

“That’s not how that works kid.” He warns as Halen buckles up. 

“Are you picking me up after baseball practice?” 

“Yes. I might be a couple minutes late because Ozzy needs to be picked up from orchestra.” Eddie answers, kissing his forehead. 

You load Ozzys cello into the trunk as Eddie kisses Ozzys head and whispers “don’t give your brother the homework.” 

“We both know I will.” Ozzy whispers back before pulling out another book. 

“Hey papa.” Ziggy calls, walking around the car with her painting kit. “Bye papa.” 

“Bye Zig. Good luck with art class today okay?” 

“Good like with Jared.” She smiles, making him smile at the memory of his stupid new mechanic. “Who doesn’t know what a wrench is?” 

“Bye, love you.” You mutter, kissing him quickly before jumping in the car. “Don’t forget Motley has cheer practice tonight, she’ll be home around 8. I’ll be with Ziggy tonight for parent teacher conferences. If she’s a minute late-“ 

“Grounded. Got it.” He smiles, leaning down to get an actual kiss. “Don’t forget I love you.” 

“Never do.” You tease.

-

“I don’t get it.” Samantha mumbles, watching Motley through the schools bathroom mirror with wide eyes. “You’re bailing again?” 

“I just don’t have time.” Motley sighs, fixing her lip gloss. “I have plans.” 

“But we always do friday movie nights.” Sam whines. “Motley-“ 

“There’s a party tonight.” 

“Then I’ll go with you.” 

“You weren’t invited.” Motley laughs in her friends face before taking off the shirt she wore over her favorite top and walking out of the bathroom. 

On the way out she bumps into Vinny, shrinking a bit at the glare he gives her. 

“Munson.” He snaps, shoving past her to get to class. 

“Harrington.” She responds, blanching as he flips her off over his shoulder. 

Vinny or Vince as he likes to go by now, had grown up quite a bit. Gone was Vinny the nerdy boy that only read and never talked to anyone. 

In his place came Vince, the schools valedictorian and the best baseball player they had. He had grown into an extremely attractive man and it didn’t help that he was nearly 6’3. 

The thing was? He hated Motley and her friends. Hated them for being bullies because that’s exactly what all her new friends were. 

“Harrington?” She calls, swiveling to follow him. 

He doesn’t turn, merely keeps walking like he could ignore her. “Hey Harrington!” 

“What do you want?” He snaps out. 

“There’s a party tonight and I wanted to see-“ 

“Motley. Are you serious?” Vince snaps, glaring down at her. “It’s DND night.” 

“So?” 

“Everyone is there for dnd night?” He asks. “It’s tradition.” 

“They won’t even notice that I’m not there-“ 

“You’re dad is never gonna let you go.” 

“He doesn’t have to know.” She shrugs. 

“Whatever. Just….. leave me alone okay? And have your friends leave my brother alone. He already struggles with his speech thing and you guys just make it-“ 

“W-w-w-orse?” She teases, laughing at his brother until his glare deepens. 

“You know what? I heard my dad talking to yours the other day and he said that you were starting to remind him of Billy. I didn’t see it at first.” He sneers. “I see it now.” 

And he’s off again, leaving her in the crowded hallway feeling stupid. 

Part Six HERE

(Do we want more? What do we think?"

(Merry Merry christmas!!)

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[hearts4maddison]

Are we friends or more?

| Mason mount X Reader

Summary: You’ve been friends with mason for a while since childhood through out teen years and even the start of adulthood hood. You could say you guys were almost inseparable. Until Mason new Girlfriend comes marching along.

Warnings: Jealousy,Swearing,Angst,Arguments

paring: Mason mount x Fem!Reader

“Cant believe he’s still not here it’s been hours”

You grimaced at sophia’s words. You sat next to Sophia and her boyfriend kai waiting on Mason…And his new girlfriend Emma. The original plan was you,mason kai and sophia were gonna go out for lunch like always. Until masons girlfriend came along.

The problem was that mason said he’d come next week then the week later and so on he was a no show. You weren’t one to judge or make a accusations but mason stopped coming to things, like these ever since Emma came along.

You hadn’t met Emma. But according to sophia she was this slim girl who looked like someone out of a vogue magazine.

You couldn’t help but feel Emma wasn’t the best. But mason considered her as the love of his life…So you ignored that sting in your heart.

“im sure he’s gonna show up sooner or later sophia just give him some time” You said trying to reassure sophia. But Sophia didn’t have a convinced look on her face she already gave up on him showing up

“Y/n your his best friend hasn’t he told you anything?” she said while looking at you she looked disappointed that mason had cancelled and kept making excuses.

“Soph i’ve sent him about thousands of texts he hasn’t looked at one yet just give him a few minutes.” Sophia was visibly annoyed at this point.

——————————————

A few minutes had passed and still no sign of mason. Sophia and kai were annoyed. At that point you had enough of mason bullshit he kept making excuses and excuses you had enough.

As your phone buzzed it was mason. You saw the text and sophia could see you face drop.

“What happened?” She said looking at you. “You were right soph he’s not coming” you had already put your jacket getting ready to leave.

“Hey you should talk to him..he just stood us up for his bimbo girlfriend” Sophia said as kai snickered at what his girlfriend said.

you just nodded and left to your car.

——————————————

You knocked at mason door waiting for him to open the door. Couple of minutes the door had finally opened revealing mason.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” he said with a confused expression. “Don’t act dumb mase! you didn’t show up are you serious!” You half shouted at him.

“Woah calm down i just forgot that’s all..” he said while scratching the back of his head. “Mason you can’t be serious you’ve been doing this for weeks you didn’t just forget!” Mason didn’t take that well.

“Seriously? You can’t be serious y/n you get annoyed with everything i do now”

“No mason i’m annoyed! you ditched us for your little girlfriend ever since you started dating her!” Mason scoffed at your words

“Just because you’ve been single for ages doesn’t mean you can be jealous of a relationship you never had!” Mason said he was clearly angry now. Mason left you shocked with his words. You were jealous. You did liked mason a lot for the longest time now.

“Your a fucking dick mason” Clearly upset with his words.

“I’m just stating the obvious.”

_______________________

Mason words ringed in your ears He was right you were jealous you never went on dates. You never went on dates because you never told mason about your crush on him.

Sometimes you’d go red when masons family teased you and said you guys looked like a couple or When mason friend’s made those little jokes about you guys looking like a couple.

but right now mason wasn’t the mason you knew.

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I wanted to try out some angst idk why just felt like it.

Idk if i should make this into a little story but idk. this has not been proof read either.

hope you enjoyed

#mason mount imagine #mason x reader #mason mount #mason mount fic #mason mount blurb

[rainthespiritual]

pt 1 , pt 2

Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill

summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!

sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."

His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.

You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,

"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.

"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.

"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.

"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.

"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.

It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..

"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.

"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.

"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.

"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.

"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.

"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.

"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.

"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.

"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.

"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.

" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.

you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.

"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.

"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.

"your house?" you gulp.

"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.

"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.

"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.

"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.

"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.

"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.

You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.

"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.

"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.

"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.

"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.

"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.

"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.

"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #ahs fandom #tate langdon #ahs tate langdon #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon fanfic #tate ahs #tate langdon slaying it ONCE AGAIN #i am cringe but i am free #angst #tate langdon being a sexy smexy baddie rjdjdjdjd #i might have a problem #tate langdon is flowing thru my veins #PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS OR SUGGESTIONS FOR HEADCANNONS AND FANFIC plz

[bluelovessjy]

Legal line reacting to his pregnant s/o

genre: fluff, angst

Warning: mention of sex, mention of abortion, teen pregnancy (please stay safe and be careful)

Heeseung

You two were having one of your usual home dates where you ate all kinds of junk, played games, watched movies...

However you were a little... Boring?

You complained that the smell of pizza made you nauseous and decided to eat a can of sardines you found in the enhypen dorm fridge.

You slept through the movie and when Heeseung woke you up you immediately ran to the bathroom because the sardine didn't suit you well.

For some reason you couldn't look at Jake's face who was forced to lock himself in his room because whenever he appeared you complained that he was irritating you for no reason.

"Babe what's gotten into you today? Jake is almost crying in the bedroom because you didn't let him take a piece of pizza you didn't even want to eat"

"Hee I'm not cool to argue right now" you said feeling your sickness returning

"I'm not fighting with you, I just want to understand what...." The boy couldn't finish the sentence because at the same time you just fainted.

You woke up in a hospital room, with no sign of your boyfriend. You pressed the button next to you to call the nurse and asked what happened

"Miss passed out, your boyfriend brought you to the hospital. By the way, Miss, it's very dangerous to go so long without eating while pregnant"

"Pregnant? Oh no no you must have me confused"

"Miss is Y/N right?"

"Right"

"Then there is no mistake, the miss is pregnant"

You barely had time to reason the information out when your boyfriend walked through the door with a huge basket and a balloon that said "Congratulations"

"Babe you woke up!"

"I'll leave you alone" the nurse left the room and Heeseung held her hand

"No no, don't say anything" he said handing you the basket "first of all, you have symptoms of anemia you know? You need to eat, there are a lot of cookies in the basket, I know you love them"

He arranged a lock of his hair that fell in his face and continued

"Second, when were you going to tell me you're pregnant?"

"Wait...so the nurse wasn't making fun of me? I really am..."

"OH GOD... Didn't you know? maybe that explains why you got sick of Jake's face"

"HEE FORGET JAKE I'M PREGNANT WHAT WILL THE COMPANY SAY?"

"no matter what the company says our family comes first" kiss your forehead "now hurry up and eat the cookies for our baby, my baby"

Jay

"then?" Jay asked you on the other side of the bathroom door.

Jay had forced you to take a pregnancy test after having a dream where you were pregnant, you tried to tell him that was bullshit but he refuted it with "my father dreamed that my mother was pregnant of me and I think I am very real" so there you were

"Done" you opened the door holding the test that still hadn't given any results "we have to wait 5 minutes"

He pulled you to sit on his lap, he rested his head on your chest where he could hear your heart beating

"Although I think it's absolute bullshit" you started ruffling his hair "what do we do if your dream is right?"

"Well, we'll have to buy a house first, we'll have to search for good nannies, create a plan with our tight schedules..."

"You speak so calmly"

"Oh no... I'm not at all calm, I'm terrified" he lifted his head to look at you "but I know you're going to be a wonderful mother and I'm going to do my best to do a good job like my father did "

"Would you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"I have no preference, I will pamper regardless of gender" he gave a light seal on his lips "although having a little you to pamper would make me incredibly in love"

"You have the profile of a jealous girl father"

"I have?"

"I can imagine you saying: PARK YEJI NO BOYFRIENDS UNTIL 45" you struggled to make a voice similar to his

"Yeji is not a bad name by the way"

"Look, 5 minutes"

And there was...

pregnant +2

"I guess we can consider Yeji then"

"My dreams never fail I'm telling you"

Jake

it was late at night

You and Jake were sitting face-to-face with your CEO, who had hurriedly arranged this meeting without specifying why.

Jake was so nervous about the situation that his hands wouldn't stop sweating for a minute, all that was going through his mind at the moment was the fear that this meeting would mean the end of your relationship. You held his hand under the table in hopes of giving him some support.

"I'm sorry for the scare I caused, but I needed to talk about it with you in private. Y/N has been feeling sick in rehearsals for a while, we requested a blood test to identify the reason for this malaise.... Well, this is the result of your exams"

Without further ado, your CEO just placed a folder on the table and asked you to open it. When you took the document and read it you immediately turned white, Jake took the paper from your hand to see what it means, and just like you he became static.

Pregnant

you were pregnant

"This can't be serious" you added "n-no way"

"come on, I don't need to explain to you how human reproduction works, we just need to have a conversation about how we're going to proceed from here"

You two were just dumbfounded, without the ability to reason at that moment. Realizing this your CEO gave you the next day off, so you could sort this out, and soon you two were back in your dorm.

The drive in the car was absolute silence and when Jake heard you saying you were going to take a shower he immediately grabbed your wrist.

"I know you are trying to postpone the conversation, please you are pregnant with my baby and we had no idea"

You nodded sitting on your bed, your eyes immediately met Jake's which sparkled like two diamonds.

"OH GOD I'M SO HAPPY" he yelled making you feel confused

Of course you knew Jake always wanted a family, and you talked about it sometimes, but always thinking about the distant future.

"Jake"

"You'll look so beautiful with a pregnant belly, and don't worry I'll go out at dawn to buy you anything you want to eat"

"Jake"

"And you don't have to worry I'll take the night shifts so you can sleep"

"Jake"

"We're going to need a house for the three of us, we can't live with our baby in our dorms"

"JAEYUN LISTEN TO ME" his attention was drawn to you "I don't know if I want to keep this"

"Oh... I see...... I'm sorry, that possibility didn't cross my mind"

"You're not mad?"

Jake went to you and laid you down carefully on your bed, lying next to you and rubbing your cheeks with his hands "Jagi I really want to have a family with you, you have no idea how happy that would make me, I know it would take a lot responsibility and sacrifice but I'm willing, I'm willing to sacrifice everything for our little family.... But you come first, you're my universe, my life, my everything"

he rose a little to stand above you and kiss you

" You are the most important thing in my life and I am willing to sacrifice our little family for your well being, I will not force you to be a mom just cause it is my dream, I want you to be a mother of my baby cause you want it"

You were so lucky to have him

"Are you going to take the night shifts?"

"And change all the diapers"

"Maybe... Maybe we can make it work" you said causing an explosion of happiness in the boy who gave you thousands of kisses and especially kisses on your belly

Sunghoon

"Is this some kind of prank?" Sunghoon asked after looking at the "pregnant +4" test you had given him.

"I wouldn't joke about it" you reply, Sunghoon walked tirelessly with his hands on his head.

"This can't be serious, when did..... OH SHIT... shit, shit SHIT"

"Hoon please yelling won't solve the problem"

"Yes I know, I'm sorry" he sat beside you on the bed, still running his hands through his hair, trying to control his breathing. You stood there in silence for what felt like centuries, until you were forced to break the silence.

"I want to keep him" that simple phrase was enough to make the boy freak out again.

"Do you realize what you just said? Do you understand the seriousness of this?"

"Yes I do, but i want to take that responsibility, it was our mistake and he doesn't have to pay for our mistake"

"Y/N understands "he" doesn't even have a conscience yet, it's not like he understands or suffers, it will happen if we decide to keep it and we can't handle it"

He noticed your features change as he finished the sentence, which made him give his hair a ruffle again.

"Hey... hey look I'm sorry" he pulled you into a hug "I love you, I love you more than anything in this world and of course I want to have a family with you" a pause to rub your cheek " I just... I don't want you to lose your life, your freedom, for our mistake"

The two of you exchanged tender, affectionate looks before he pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead.

"Look... If you really want to have this baby I'll take my responsibility... I'll take care of you two"

#enhypen #enhypen legal line #kpop #enha smut #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enha fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung suggestive #jay #park jongseong #jay suggestive #jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #sim jake #jaeyun #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon suggestive #jake suggestive

[tiannasfanfic]

Naughty Girls Need Love Too

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: ARGUS finally makes Adrian Chase an official member of the team, which gives him security clearance to read everyone's files. The only one he really wants to read is yours since you couldn't tell him about most of your past until now. Adrian soon finds out a few things about you that shake him to his core. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Author Note: No pronouns (f, m or gn) used, Reader not described. Inspired by a prompt from the "101 ways to break your characters' (and readers') hearts" Prompt List on Tumblr. The prompt was. 36) "You don't look at me like you used to..." It's full angst, all hurt and no comfort. I can already see how to do a part 2 with a happier ending if people want me to write it.

CW: Talking about canon-typical Adrian Chase behavior, criminal behavior (murder, theft, extortion), mentions of sex work but not specifics, breaking up, Adrian being an idiot, Adrian being a hypocrite, Adrian being angry and yelling at Reader.

Word Count: 2,320

“You don't look at me like you used to.”

Your words made Adrian stop in his tracks, halting halfway between your car and his. You had deliberately parked close to the door of Fennel Fields than him so he would have to walk past you on the way to the Sebring. You had waited for him on the hood of your car but didn’t say anything until it was clear he was just going to walk by in silence.

He had been avoiding you for three days. Ever since he saw your file, more or less. Your real file, that is, not the cover story he had known as the gospel truth for the last eighteen months.

He had been avoiding you for three days. Ever since he saw your file, more or less. Your real file, that is, not the cover story he had known as the gospel truth for the last eighteen months.

And you were ready to get this over with.

“Why should I?” he finally asked, his voice unusually quiet.

You studied Adrian where he stood, your heart racing. His back was to you still, hands clenched into fists, shoulders raised and held stiffly. This obviously wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have, but neither did you. It needed to happen though. For both of you.

Four days ago, the paperwork to officially bring Adrian into ARGUS as a full member of the team finally went through. It was a miracle it ever did considering the requisition to open your position was put in after that one and was approved much sooner. After a year, Harcourt had finally given up on hiring Adrian and just kept billing him as an “Outside Consultant” as she had been doing to make sure he got paid.

Once all his paperwork was signed and Harcourt made sure all of his access worked, the first thing Adrian wanted to do was look at your file and his file. Especially your file though. While you had been dating for almost ten months now, he knew there were things you hadn’t been able to discuss with him yet due to his lack of a security clearance.

But, before you handed it over to him, you had given him a warning.

“There’s a lot in there I wasn’t able to tell you, yes,” you told him. “You…might think differently of me once you read it. Give me the chance to explain myself after you’re done, okay?”

Adrian had promised nothing he read in there could change his mind about you. He said you two would talk about everything. He reminded you he was not afraid to ask questions and planned to ask you a lot. He also stated he knew everyone that worked for ARGUS did shitty things. He said he had known and accepted that when he got with you.

You knew it was all bullshit, but he didn’t know what he was in store for yet. You couldn’t blame him for being optimistic.

The first thing Adrian discovered was that you weren’t technically an ARGUS agent. You worked for them, yes, and you played the part so well no one ever questioned it. You tended to come off as a goody two shoes agent that took her job way too seriously. Most of the time, you did things by the book and ONLY by the book unless there was no other option but to go off book. You were even a bigger hard ass when you first arrived than Harcourt was, which she even made comments about. Because of this, Adrian had made it his mission day one of your arrival to get you to loosen up and have more fun.

The reason you were so uptight had nothing to do with having a stick up your ass, or whatever it was he thought. You were still technically in prison and had to be on your best behavior when it came to work. The bomb in your head made any designated area your prison cell, just like Chris. In your case though, the ability to live freely was a privilege due to your good behavior and willingness to follow orders. It was a reward for all of your service and “loyalty” you’d shown to Waller. But it could also be revoked at any time, for any reason, and you would be right back in your old cell if that ever happened.

Prior to ARGUS, you had been a trustee for many years at Belle Reve Penitentiary. Prior to Belle Reve, you ran a small crew in Gotham. Not big enough to get a hero’s attention or anything, but big enough you didn’t get absorbed by a larger crew. You eventually got caught by Gotham PD, got some life sentences, and made a deal with Waller to start working the years off. You were on Squads for a few years, keeping your head down and doing as you were told, just like in prison. Your reasoning was, why make life harder on yourself? You knew there wasn’t any way to escape, so might as well do the best work you could and hopefully get something good out of it.

A couple of years of this saw you promoted to Commanding Officers of your own Squad. A couple more years later, after turning yourself into a Yes Man (within reason), you were trusted with jobs like this. You were sent out from the prison by yourself fairly often now, usually getting deployed out to help with technical and coordination issues with struggling Task Force teams, like the one in Evergreen. But you were under constant surveillance via the bomb. You were always limited to a certain area and the tracker was monitored 24/7 to ensure compliance. With each successful mission, not only were years taken off your sentence, but you were also granted a larger area to move around in. As long as you kept being good, your boundaries would continue to be extended.

With your transfer to Evergreen to help Harcourt after her injury, you had been granted your largest perimeter of freedom to date. Not only did it cover the entire city of Evergreen, but it also included a safety net of fifty miles beyond that, just in case, and had a twenty-mile Warning Zone beyond that. You were also allowed to leave those areas so long as you phoned it in first to let them know for what, why and for how long. It was a huge sign of trust from Waller as well as a warning.

Don’t let those idiots fuck up again. Look at all this freedom you have now. You don’t want to lose it, do you?

And you did have a lot of freedom. Waller didn’t care what you did in your off time as long as you did your job and did it flawlessly when it came down to it. This allowed you to have a decent life. You had your own tiny apartment, a cheap car, coworkers that were also your friends and a social life. You could drink, smoke weed and really just do whatever the hell you wanted so long as you didn’t cause trouble for Waller or ARGUS.

And, as of this mission, that freedom also included finding someone you loved that also loved the hell out of you.

Unfortunately, the person you fell in love with was pretty anti-crime for most reasons. You knew there was no way Adrian would be able to read your file and NOT look at you differently. While he made justifications for what he did, your crimes fell outside of what he typically made excuses for. You hoped for the best but expected the worst.

When Adrian turned around to face you finally, your stomach sank. Now that it was just the two of you, he wasn’t masking his feelings like he had around the others. While he wasn’t looking at you with hatred, what you actually saw on his face was worse.

Pain. Betrayal. Disappointment.

You wanted to cry.

You hurt him. You hadn’t meant to, or wanted to, but you did. All because of those stupid agreements you had to sign. All because you were so impatient that you allowed him to pursue you before you could tell him everything he should know.

You wanted to tell him you were sorry, that you regretted your choices in life, that if you could go back in time to change those things that you would. But you were done with lying to him. You didn’t regret anything you had done. Plus, those choices are what led you here to be with him, so how could you?

“Because you said you’d let me explain,” you were finally able to say, hoping you sounded more confident than you felt. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Adrian stared at you.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you do…” he trailed off and made a gesture, like he didn’t want to say it. “Any – All of it?”

You thought it over. He gave you time to. Adrian could be extremely patient when he wanted to be.

“It wasn’t malicious,” you said after a bit. “And it wasn’t about the money. At least, not at first.”

“What was it about then?”

Adrian’s voice had a flat, emotionless tone. Each time he spoke, it made your stomach twist.

“Looking out for each other,” you explained. “We had a lot of problems in the neighborhood. Once we had those problems resolved, we realized we could actually make some money doing what we were already doing and that we could help each other out in that way, too. It went well for a while, but some people always feel like they deserve more than they do. Once greed popped in for a visit, that’s when poor decisions started getting made and things went downhill. I tried to fix it, but one thing to lead to another, and here I am.”

Adrian openly scoffed and then looked at you with an angry expression.

“One thing led to another…” he repeated and shook his head. “That’s one hell of a way to say you are a thief and murderer. Plus, it leaves out the prostitution and extortion you were involved with, too.”

You felt yourself bristle and allowed it to happen this time. He just went after the one accomplishment you were most proud of.

“All of that was done with the safety of those in the neighborhood in mind,” you said, a firm tone to your voice. “There were a lot of people in our neighborhood that worked the streets in one way or another. My job, my specific position was to look after the sex workers. My people never had any problems with customers after a few examples had to be made. That was why I did that. If they had to work the streets, I wanted them to be able to do it safely. Remember, the prostitution and extortion were just tacked on at the end to give me extra years. They aren’t the main things that I went down for.”

“You openly admit to being a thief and murderer then?” Adrian asked.

“Absolutely,” you stated without hesitation.

You both stared at each other. Adrian’s eyes were cold, and you had trouble meeting his gaze. You managed to hold it though and, after a little awhile, he looked at the ground.

“Why?” he asked again, quieter this time.

“I told you wh-“

“Not that,” Adrian snapped, finally looking up at you again. Anger filled his eyes, betrayal all over his face. He made no attempt to hide it. “Why did you go out with me? Why did you let me get close to you? Why did you let me start feeling for you? Why did you let me start loving you?”

Your heart was in your throat. You felt sick.

“Because I really liked you,” you said quietly.

Adrian stared at you.

“And, what? Because you liked me that made it okay to put me in the position where I would discover the woman I love is just as bad of a person as the people I kill every night? If not worse, in some cases?”

You didn’t know what to say.

“I kill people like you every night,” Adrian repeated. “Every. Fucking. Night. Actually, why shouldn’t I put a bullet in your head right now? I should, you know. I would with anyone else.”

You shrugged, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. “So why don’t you then?”

Adrian’s gaze snapped back up to yours, his face turning red as he stared at you.

After a few minutes of silence, of staring into each other’s eyes, you realized your conversation was over.

You slid off the hood of your car and went to the driver’s side to leave. As you opened the door, you looked back at Adrian. He was still watching you with that same expression, only now his eyes had a sheen to them.

“Just…do me a favor,” you said with a sigh. “Try to keep in mind that…you and I may not have the same reasons for doing the things we’ve done, but there’s not much difference between us.”

“You and I are NOTHING alike,” Adrian spat out, his voice filled with venom.

“According to you,” you objected. “But in the eyes of the law, you and I are no different. We’re both murders, no matter what our reasons are. Chris, too.”

“You leave Peacemaker the fuck out of this!” he suddenly shouted at you, eyes flashing. “Chris has nothing to do with your fucking shit either!”

It was no use.

Adrian was perfectly willing to make justifications for himself and his best friend, but not the person he loved.

“Okay,” you said, sighing. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Adrian didn’t reply, just nodded curtly to you. He was holding his frame even more stiffly when the conversation first started. A slight tremble was going through his frame.

Without knowing what else to do, you got in your car and drove away.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase hc #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante hc #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagine #vigilante fluff #vigilante x y/n #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader

[kayura-sanada]

How Dark Road Destroyed the Last Vestige of Good KH Storytelling, or, alternatively, Why, As a Huge Fan of Birth By Sleep, the Kingdom Hearts Series Should Have Ended With Kingdom Hearts 2

So firstly, I will say that followers of my blog have seen me lose my mind to all of this before, and some of these followers have outright asked me to rant about this, so here I am. The summaries they've sent me (because I have no intention of losing hours of my life to this) were long, and since this is going to be long enough, I will only be referencing what they told me instead of posting it all, because... guys, it's a lot.

Obviously, there are going to be spoilers here. A lot of them.

I honestly don't know where to start, so I'll start where a couple of these summaries started: Xehanort's childhood.

First, I need to admit here that I don't care. Nobody needs to know the backstory of a character who has spent thirteen games torturing teenagers. But here we go.

So Xehanort was a kid being raised on Destiny Islands - information we already had - but he was born in Scala ad Caelum. And his guardian was actually our player character from UX! Guys. This alone is going to be a long rant.

Firstly, again, let dead people stay dead. I don't know about anyone else, but I never expected nor wanted my character to show up in the storyline after UX. There's no need for that.

But! Apparently there is! Because my character, who has already been demoted to 'parental figure' - a position about as useful to the player character as it was to Sora's mother - had memories. And because Xehanort is so sensitive, he dreams those memories.

Guys, this is so much, and it's all bullshit.

Suddenly the greatest contribution our player character can say to have given is helping make Xehanort evil. We are, after all, responsible for the source of information that leads Xehanort to the decisions he makes in the future. Our character exists just to accidentally screw over everyone in the future? Excuse me? May I just delete my damn character, then?

But also, let's dig into this 'sensitive heart' bullshit that Xehanort suddenly has. It's something he and "Baldr" (it's fucking Luxu, and of course Nomura thinks he's clever by naming him after the most well-known god of light in any pantheon, sigh, sorry but God of War is bringing out its second game, you are not going to use Norse mythology better than God of War, Nomura, shove off) apparently have, just like Sora. Only we've seen countless signs of Sora having a sensitive heart. There have been no signs whatsoever of Luxu or Xehanort having the same thing. Not once! Not once! But suddenly Xehanort is such a nice guy it left him vulnerable to falling to darkness.

So really, he didn't fall to darkness because he wanted more power, or because he wanted to find out what happened during the Keyblade War to the point where he was all right killing Ven and Aqua and taking over Terra's body against his consent, oh no! It's not because he willingly made himself a heartless or studied hearts until he created nobodies out of himself and a bunch of innocent people, including children and young teens, oh no! And it certainly wasn't because he manipulated a fifteen-year-old into sending his world to darkness or trying to use said teen's body to kill his friends, oh no! It was because he is just too kind and sensitive to others' hearts.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I have spoken before on how obvious it is that Nomura likes Xehanort, but never in my life did I think I would see the day when he would take the characteristics that make up his main character and Gary Stu them into his fave. But here we are.

In fact, due to these changes, we ourselves, our own player characters, now exist as angst fodder for Xehanort. We exist for Xehanort's pain.

(And in fact they're talking about a game focusing on our player character, or something? So we really will exist for Xehanort, and our main story will be about how we affect him. Ugh.)

(Also, a prequel of a prequel? Please, someone stop Nomura.)

And it seems Ephemer also existed for Xehanort! Because now Xehanort has a lineage. And that always seems to happen when bad writers want to write stories that span generations, doesn't it? Everyone has to secretly be related to everyone else, because only a handful of people exist in the world, and only those descended from those people could ever be important or make history.

(And this makes me highly uncomfortable, thinking about how Ephemer randomly cameo'd in KH3. Is that now all about Xehanort, too?)

Not to be That Person, but the idea that someone is inherently meant to be an important hero, based on nothing more than their ancestor, only to fall to darkness because they have such a sensitive heart and were made vulnerable to the darkness... didn't Star Wars already do this better? With a character that hasn't been known as absolutely awful for over a decade, by the way.

Just saying.

But sure! Luxu and Xehanort are both just so kind, so sensitive, that they fell to darkness. Because they were such good people. Being that good made their hearts weak to darkness, and that's why they fell. Sure.

(Again, nevermind everything they've done that would explain how they fell, or the goals Xehanort explicitly stated he had over the course of the games that also would explain why he fell. Nope! He did all of that because he was a good guy.)

In fact, of all the things he did, one was to save Ven from Vanitas. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the thing we feared to be true really happened! Vanitas is an evil being of darkness, and Xehanort saved Ven by splitting them apart. In fact, the only reason he even went to Ven was because of those pesky, pesky dreams our main character accidentally gave him by being so close to his heart. (I just can't; this has never been a thing before despite Kairi's heart having been inside Sora's; Sora never remembered any of Roxas' or Ven's memories, Xion was somehow forgotten entirely despite being close to Axel and Roxas, but sure!!!! Sure!!!!)

So according to Birth By Sleep, Vanitas was a part of Ven's heart, and Xehanort even told him flat-out to use more darkness, then got rid of him because he didn't have enough, abandoning him to die on Destiny Islands, then siccing the very creature of darkness he'd created from Ven's heart back on Ven in order to create the X-Blade, but apparently! Apparently this was all for Ven's sake! He was saving Ven that day! He did it all to save Ven from Vanitas, even though he then sent Vanitas to attack Ven again! It's not a retcon at all! This! This is good storytelling!!!

And yes! This means that Vanitas is a two-dimensional creature of pure evil, because again! All darkness is bad! And all light is good! The best kind of storytelling!

So how is it that we all know how amazing and special Xehanort is? Perhaps it was something so obvious that people knew when Xehanort was born and perhaps there was a prophecy about it!!!

A prophecy. No. Specifically, another fucking prophecy. And it's from the very useful Book of Prophecies, which included a story about a traitor that was absolutely accurate and not a self-fulfilling prophecy (do you get the pun??? DO YOU?!?!?!) clearly created by a hack writer who hadn't thought far enough ahead to choose who was going to be the bad guy! So the answer is 'nobody! Except darkness!'

But yes! Another prophecy! This time about the prophesized child who's going to unite the villages worlds and bring peace! (It's nothing like Naruto don't bother trying to compare.) And it turns out that everyone thought the person who became a villain was actually the prophesized child, but it was actually the main character all along! (Stop comparing; they're nothing alike.)

But in reality! Not only was Xehanort considered the child of prophecy and thus taken from Scala ad Caelum to Destiny Islands to protect him (Sleeping Beauty? What?), but he also acted out in order to fulfill the prophecy and bring peace!!

That's right! I was right in my previous rants; Xehanort opened Kingdom Hearts, destroying countless worlds and torturing and killing countless innocent people, all in order to save everyone!!! He sacrificed himself to open Kingdom Hearts so he could end the existence of Darkness (you know, that thing that exists in everyone's hearts, but is now also a race of thirteen Super Evil Creatures that have no feelings and are evil, this is nothing like KH2 don't compare) and bring peace to the World! Also Eraqus knew all about this, and though he felt like Xehanort's methods were too extreme, he swore to always be there to bring him back just like Axel did with Roxas and Xion but in a less interesting way and thus wasn't murdered but willingly sacrificed himself! Yeah!! That's it! Xehanort didn't actually kill his friend at all, he's such a good guy actually!!!

So it was egregious enough that Eraqus chose to side with Xehanort at the end, thus ignoring everything Xehanort had done not just to him, but to his students he purportedly cares about, but now it turns out he was never really on his students' side at all! He was always on Xehanort's side, despite the huge fights and the blatant distrust and the animosity that seemed obvious in Birth By Sleep; no no!! Eraqus has always watched out for Xehanort (doing a bad job of that in the process, lol) and was apparently okay with being killed? Perhaps even went with it? Who knows, but yeah, solid friendship brotherhood whatever. (Or, as much of fandom sees it, romance. Have fun, guys; definitely not my cup of tea, but have at. Only fandom can fix this fustercluck.)

So really, with this all said and done, Xehanort has never been a bad guy! Ignore everything he did in previous games, because it was all due to his being super sensitive to others' hearts, just like Sora apparently but with absolutely zero foreshadowing, which led to him being vulnerable to outside forces, which is what darkness is, nothing to do with one's inner self or one's own emotions or goals or anything, no, darkness is an evil entity with its own mind, you can't help falling to it (unless you're Terra, fandom's still going to say Terra falling to darkness was all his own fault somehow). And everything he did was actually in sacrifice for the greater good! He's just so misunderstood, you guys. Really you should love and pity him.

I have more to say about this bullshit but I am Tired and this should be enough of a rant to keep you all satisfied for now. This is so bad it's somehow worse than Kishimoto's writing.

Suffice it to say, Xehanort should not be suddenly made to be a good guy who's just misunderstood and has been Trying His Best. Darkness should not be a physical entity that exists as some evil boogeyman to erase all fault or responsibility from people who fall to darkness. Scala ad Caelum shouldn't exist. The reveal of Kingdom Hearst shouldn't have been so underwhelming. It's nothing more than a lead-in to more UX nonsense, ffs. Union X should never have existed. Hell, Birth By Sleep, in bringing such wonderful characters and in-depth, complex ideas about light and darkness, should never exist in the same universe as this bullshit. The storyline was only marginally cohesive through KH2; afterward it became a tangled mess. (Hell, KH2 tangled it quite a bit with Roxas, but at least that storyline reached a conclusion, too, with Roxas' and Namine's existences shown to match between Sora and Kairi.)

If Kingdom Hearts ended with KH2, it would have been remembered as a weird, interesting story with engaging characters and a fun plotline. Nothing deep, but a great experience nonetheless. Instead we have this - a storyline you can't follow logically and characters so twisted and contorted, not just around each other but around their own selves, that you can't straighten them out anymore. It's so bad. I officially gave up on Kingdom Hearts after the third game, but I am truly, honestly telling people that it's better to just step away from it entirely.

I might write my own version of Kingdom Hearts one day, but if I do, it will look nothing like the original, because I demand cohesion in my narratives.

To anyone still following Kingdom Hearts, good luck. You're going to need it.

#kingdom hearts #nomura critical #long post #VERY long post #dark roads critical #spoilers #dark road spoilers #kh dr spoilers #it's so bad #it's SO BAD you guys #a couple of people in this world played dark roads and then chose violence #toward me specifically haha #but thank you guys so much for caring about my insane opinions (or just enjoying my loss of sanity) #enough to let me know what's been happening #honestly it makes me feel good that I got out of the fandom when I did #I clearly dodged SEVERAL bullets

[sprnklersplashes]

When you just want to cuddle your cute hobgoblin boyfriend in peace but these damn cishets keep starting drama all around you 

#caos #theo putnam #robin goodfellow #throbin #theo x robin #goodnam #lachlan watson #the chilling adventures of sabrina #caos spoilers #sorry I am LIVING for lachlan's expression #'we shoulda gone to the fay realm when we had the chance babe' #and robin is just so confused #bless his tiny soul #he just wanted a nice bf and not to live with t he pagans anymore #he did not sign up for this teen angst bullshit

[tokrev-roses]

Arguments with Ken Ryuguji

Genre: Angst/Fluff, SFW

Warnings: Mention of arguments (?), bad spelling, even worse grammar

The way he'd behave depends

Firstly, what is it you are arguing about?

Is it about something minor, with the both of you just having a bad day?

In that case, he’d rather try and get over it asap, ignoring it or just give the both of you some space

He has enough bullshit to go through as the second-in-command of Toman, so he really just wants some peace with you

But he has no problem with talking some sense into you if he feels like you are unreasonable. He has some pride and as much as he wants to please you, he is no doormat.

Is not gonna apologize if he feels like he is right about something, but would give you an opening to do so, like being the one to start the conversation

His way of apologizing is through actions rather than words. Giving you things that remind him of you or things he saw you looking at with those sparkly eyes he loves so much

If you happen to get into a major argument, things won’t go as …soft

He tries his best, but even Ken’s temper can go through the roof. Raising his voice is a sure sign that he is getting worked up

If none of you resigns, and you keep goading each other, it will end with one of you leaving

Either him, trying to blow off some steam (especially if he saw that you begun to cry) → that boy that would hit a wall out of frustration

or you, trying to do the same

Cue to both of you ignoring each other. If not because he thinks you should come to him first, then because he doesn’t know what to do after he made you cry

Calling you just to hang up as he hears the first ring

Being generally way more irritable, especially with Mikey and his other gang members

Working out until he’s exhausted

Things he’d do in such a situation

Might even tell the girls at the brothel about it, with them giving him tips

“Isn’t it too cute how you are so grumpy without them~”

“Try to make them jealous! That surely works for me~”

“Just give them something expensive Kenny~”

Needless to say, he did not follow them

If both of you are too stubborn to make the first step, fate would surely know its ways

You are out shopping with a friend in Shibuya, and he was on hid way home from Mikey’s place

And you’d both meet in the middle of the street

Dramatic moment, with both of you speechless, his hands in his pockets, yours around the arm of your friend

This would be like a wake-up-call for him

Why is it not his arm you are holding on for dear life? Why doesn’t he know how you day was? If you did well on that exam you were talking about?

So he shows up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, still a lil' grumpy, but asking you to let him in

Brought your favourite food and some cringy gift like a teddy bear, roses or something like that, just to see your face lighten up

Big Talk about what went wrong, both of you apologizing and him giving you a wordless bear hug

Arguments with him won’t happen often and he knows how to make a difference between teasing, bickering and straight up arguing

Will try to be the mature person, but he still is a 15-years old boy who fistfights other teens as a hobby, so he is not always gonna succeed in being the calm one

But he would not give you up, not even if he was in the wrong! Fights with and for you, but not against you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers draken #ken ryuguji #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #draken #ken ryuuguji #tokyo revengers x reader

[pretoriafics]

If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf

I simply needed to do something with Talia. I think the pack dynamics would be so wonderful with her, with Laura, and with Cora. Should I do a part 2? Let me know <3

Talia just came back from the dead, and she is just trying to figure out what is happening with her son. But when she met you, everything becomes clear. Word count: 1.757 Pairings: Reader x Derek Contain: Pure angst!!; Derek being a dick; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 2 TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

Things were a true mess these days. The starting point was a resurrection. Nobody knew exactly how Talia arose from the dead, but everyone was trying to find out. Well, after so many years out of the Beacon Hills life, Talia was trying to fix in and absorb what had happened during the time she was dead. Peter had tried and failed to kill his daughter Laura, Cora comes back to the city, and the Hale's had rebuilt their pack with three new members: Boyd, Isaac, and Erica. Derek was happy with the presence of Talia - actually, everyone was - but as a mom, she knew something was pretty wrong. He was being a little bit... sad.

Talia caught Derek thoughtful during the night several times. Sometimes he just simply took his car and disappear. He was also taking time for himself, staying alone with his own thoughts. Talia just simply couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with her son. But when she has begun to think that maybe all of that was just something created inside of a mother's mind, she finds out about everything.

Talia, Derek, and Laura were doing some groceries at a supermarket. Talia and Laura were chatting about the city while taking a few things when suddenly, both of them heard a female voice greeting Derek in the corridor next to them.

"Hey, Derek."

It was you. Laura recognized your voice immediately. Talia's older daughter took her mom's wrist and took her to spy Derek, making a sign with her finger on her lips to her mom stay quiet. When Talia and Laura look at you and Derek, they notice all the signs of a couple in love. Your hearts were beating fast, and your eyes were shining like a thousand stars. You were pretty anxious, like a teenager talking for the first time with your crush. And your voice was so sweet... The air seems to completely disappear from Derek's lungs.

But despite all of the signs of love, Derek didn't reply to you. Actually, seems like the soft expression of love simply disappeared from his face - which was pretty severe and cold now. His facial expressions seem to let you even more anxious. You begun to regret to had the stupid idea to talk with him.

"Uh..." You started to talk, with his lack of answer "I..."

Without saying a word to you, Derek takes a can from the shelves and, simply, walks away from you. It was like you even weren't there. And, God, it broke your heart. Alone in the corridor and without becoming aware that you were being looked closely for Laura and Talia, you let escape a tear that ran through your face. Trying to compose yourself, you breathe in and swipe the tear away. You need to be strong.

When you just simply walk away from that corridor, Talia looks at Laura, pretty confused.

"Is that his ex?"

"No, she is just a girl he met. They started to become friends, but things evolved. Derek had decided to fell apart from her when Kate threatened to do something with her. You know, she was trying to manipulate him. But Derek thought that she would be safer without him. She doesn't know anything about supernatural, so..."

"It's dangerous for her."

"Exactly."

"How long ago did this happen?"

Laura drums her fingers on her chin, thoughtfully.

"I think it's been a year..."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah, I know. You would love to meet her." Laura and Talia walk close to the candies session, looking at you. "Her name is (Y/N). She's a great girl."

"She seems like one."

Laura, Derek, and Talia were putting the groceries into the car - the place where Cora was waiting for her family. Talia was pretty thoughtful, thinking about the issue between you and Derek. Despite thinking that Derek did the right thing, she felt sad about the whole situation. It was pretty clear to her that Derek likes you a lot, and so do you.

Talia was torn from your thoughts when she listened to Cora's voice.

"Oh, I didn't saw her coming into the market."

Derek arches his eyebrows at his sister, walking in the driver's seat direction.

"Who?"

Cora indicates you with a nod in her head, and Derek's sight runs in your direction. Now Derek was looking at you for a distance he could saw you properly. Damn, you were so beautiful... He was pretty sure you did something with your hair, who made you more beautiful than ever. His heart began to race, and his face softened. You were like a sedative for him, with the power to take all of his angry away.

Unless you were next to another guy. In this case, you would stoke his fury just like the gasoline feeds fire. That was the case now.

You were walking in a man's direction, close to an expensive car. Despite being upset and heartbroken, you forced a smile on him, and he gave you a soft and slow kiss. Derek's chest vibrated in a low and threatening roar.

Laura looks at Cora.

"Who's that guy?"

"Well, he's her boyfriend. They're together a few months."

"He's hot. And seems like he's rich too."

Yeah, he was perfect. Derek didn't hate him just because he's the one who touches you now. Derek hates him because that guy was perfect, and better than him in so many aspects. He was rich, handsome, and a perfect gentleman. And he has you.

Oh, God... Derek wants so much for being under his skin for one day... Derek could simply forget all the supernatural bullshit and stay with you without worries. Damn, he wants so much to touch you again and kiss you again. He wants so much to say to you how beautiful you were with whatever you did with your hair, how you smell good, and how sorry he is for hurting you because he would never do that if it weren't for your own good.

If Derek wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could take that vacation on Hawaii with you that you wanted so much. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could wake up by your side in the morning - something he never was able to do because of all the supernatural crap in the city. Derek could wake you up with kisses and breakfast in the bed too. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he would take you to live with him on his loft. You would never cry of sadness, just of happiness.

If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, Derek would give you a ring and would ask if you want to be Mrs. Hale.

Instead of all of it, Derek was forced to broke your heart for your own protection. He was forced to tell you not to talk with him anymore because he never felt anything for you. You were nothing more than a one-night stand, his little toy.

Derek remembers that day like it was yesterday. You were crying like never before while you listened to his sharp words.

"What do I did with you that made you thought you were so special?"

"You are nothing to me."

"I just wanted some fun. You can't blame me."

"Stop acting like a stuping teenager in love!"

It was hurtful to say those words to you. None of them were true. Derek just wanted you to hate him as much as someone could hate. With it, you would stay away from him and all of the danger. In fact, you said that night those three words he wanted you to tell him.

"I hate you!" You yelled, with your face wet in tears. "You are the biggest mistake I could ever make in my entire life!"

Despite saying horrible things to you that had hurt Derek as hell, your words hurt as much as his own. But even with all the emotions conflicting inside himself, Derek even could hear your heartbeat failing. It was the sound of your lie.

Despite all of that, you didn't hate him. You didn't think he was the biggest mistake of your like.

That broke him even more.

Derek just wants to feel you in his arms again and say to you how much he loves you - because, yeah, he really loves you, and he really thinks you are the one. Instead of it, he gives up on your love to keep you alive and safe.

Suddenly, Derek listens to your boyfriend talk with you. He was still with his face close to yours.

"I'm so lucky to have you as my girl." Your boyfriend smiles at you "I love you."

Your heart ached one more time that day. Oh, if those words were from Derek's mouth... But no, you think he hates you. Determined to move on and forget about Hale, you force a smile on your boyfriend.

"I love you too."

Your heartbeat sound failed, and the Hale family on another side of the parking lot could hear your lie. You didn't love your boyfriend but, oh, you really wish you could. He was perfect.

However, you always thought about how boring perfection was and, actually, you would love to be imperfect with Derek.

Your boyfriend gives you a sweet smile and gets into his expensive car. You walk towards the passenger's seat door and, before getting into the car, you look in Derek's direction.

He was looking at you with those beautiful and glacial green eyes. It was pretty hard to pretend he didn't love you because he does so much. While Talia was watching the entire situation, she noticed that yours and Derek's eyes were yelling a silent, dangerous, and forbidden I love you - the one who could let anyone with no air in their lungs.

Then, you breathe in, trying to contain yourself. You got into the car and, then, you and your boyfriend were leaving the parking lot and Derek's sight. If getting away from him and being in another man's arms meant you were safe, then Derek could handle it. However, after looking at the whole situation, Talia was not well with it. Well, Laura and Cora weren't either. They knew about his brother's sincere feelings, and Talia knew it that moment either. The gears inside her brain were already working to find a solution for all of that.

Derek, however, could only think of how much you would never really be his.

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf fanfics #teen wolf fics #teen wolf fanfic #derek hale imagine #derek hale imagines #derek hale x reader #derek hale fanfics #derek hale x you #derek hale x y/n #derek hale fic #derek hale fics #derek hale fanfic #derek hale fanfiction #derek hale fanfictions

[princesssarcastia]

2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer

im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content.  im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve.  we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in.  hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3.  anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.

Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k  (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer) 

A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year.  Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s.  He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely. 

Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined. 

Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)

Set during fifth year.  Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed.  Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.

I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.

blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)

In progress (like, updated last week in progress).  Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year.  Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry.  Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night.  hot DAMN do I love this fic.  there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”

Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.

Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)

Woof.  This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year.  like, clinically.  maybe someone should do something about that.”  Fuck yeah.  Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.”  You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad.  But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it.  I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively.  The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.

*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic.  a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.

☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS.  If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one.  Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her.  All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum!  There’s only Fury left.  That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack.  Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma.  Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon.  Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.”  And then they did!

Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.

Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)

Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before).  Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better.  Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love.  Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?

I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net.  Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that.  If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons.  Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.

☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)

This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it.  It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know?  It’s one of those.  Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975.  Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home.  ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way.  Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is.  This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends.  If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us.  It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.

shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists.  If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)

Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether

Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture.  Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will.  It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it.  Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys.  Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up.  I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.

they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours.  I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.

chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)

When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue.  He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus.  It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left.  It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all.  But then, maybe it isn’t.

This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”

So!  That’s it for recs, for now.  These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too.  While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors.  Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic #to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list #let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down #tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff #and then cry about it with me #harry potter fic #harry potter fic recs

[me4gumi-moved]

I’m Not Angry Anymore

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Yagi Toshinori x Daughter!Reader

Warning(s): Shitty Parenting, Angst, Some Strong Language, (Kinda) Child Abandonment

Song: Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore by Paramore

Note: This is a counterpart to @kozumeizuku ‘s Twisted

“(Y/N), I’d like for you to meet Midoriya Izuku.” Your father gestured to a 4 year old with freckles and curly green hair. He looked nervous. You walked up to him with a big toothy grin on your face and held your hand out to him,

“Hi, ‘Zuku! I’m (Y/N)!” Your smile didn’t waver as you saw him creep back a little bit.

Your dad pat your head, “Midoriya here is a little shy. His classmates are not very nice to him because he’s quirkless.” You nodded your head in understanding, releasing a small “oh.”

You took a step back from the boy, “I’m sorry your classmates are meanies, Zuku. I like you, though, so don’t listen to them!”

That’s when it all started, you remember. You started to see your dad less and less after you met Midoriya Izuku. At the time, you didn’t understand why, but as you got older it became clear. The blond adult was spending time with Midoriya, training him and being a father figure to him. He used to do that with you, but you’d been replaced. 12 years later and now the two of you were strangers.

You ran up to your father when he got inside the house, a drawing in your hands. You’d drawn him and you wanted to surprise him with it. “Daddy, look!” You hadn’t even pulled the picture out from behind your back when he stopped you. 

“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m about to head back out. I’ll look at it later, okay?” He ruffled your (h/c) hair and gave you one of his big smiles. You nodded sadly. You’d really wanted to show it to him right then. You whispered a soft “okay” before turning around and going to the kitchen. Normally you weren’t allowed in there and you had to ask your live-in nanny or your father to get you what you wanted but you didn’t feel like asking.

You put your drawing on top of the table used for prepping food and walked up to the fridge. That’s where you saw it -- a crude drawing of your father signed “Izuku”. In a flash of anger you grabbed your own drawing and ripped it up into tiny pieces. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! What wrong, sweetheart?” Your nanny, Saki, walked in on you in the middle of your tantrum. You wailed and held your arms out to her and she scooped you up into her comforting arms. She looked down at your ruined drawing and at the one on the fridge. Oh, she would be having a word with your father when she saw him next.

11 years had passed and you still remembered that moment. If you remembered correctly, that was the last time you’d drawn him something.

“Oh, darling, I’m sure he’s just running a little late.” “He must be stuck in traffic.” “Don’t you worry your sweet little head, he’ll be here.” “You know what your daddy says, don’t you? I am here! And he will be, alright?”

That’d been hours ago. The cooks, the maid, the butler, the nanny -- they’d all assured you that your father would make good on his promise. He’d promised to spend the day with you -- to go see a movie and get lunch. That was at 10:00 AM, it was now 6:00 PM.

You sat at the table in the kitchen, lazily moving the spoon in your chicken noodle soup around. It’d long since gotten cold. “Would you like me to heat it back up for you, little lady?” One of the cooks asked you. Mr. Yuji was nice -- he always slipped you snacks while the others weren’t looking. He’d been here since before you were born. He was wrinkly and his hair had thinned out with age. He was like a grandpa to you. “Or do you want something else?”

You pushed the bowl over to him, “No...‘m not really hungry.” You folded your arms on the table and rested the side of your head on them. Mr. Yuji put a hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

“Your temperature seems normal. Are you sure you’re not hungry, missy?” He smoothed back your hair. You nodded silently. You were tired, sad, and disappointed. It ruined your appetite. He took the bowl off the table and poured its contents out into the sink, “Alright, well if you get hungry in the middle of the night, let me know. I’ll make you something.”

“M’kay.”

The swinging door to the kitchen opened but you didn’t bother to look at who it was. You recognized your father’s heavy footsteps, “Hey, baby. What are you...doing?” Before he could finish speaking, you hopped down from the bar stool, walked around him, and left the kitchen. As you walked away, you could hear him ask Mr. Yuji something. “Is she okay?”

You think that was when you’d stopped asking to spend time with your father. 7 years had passed and you could still feel the emotions your 11 year old self had gone through that day.

Your fists were clenched, your face towards the ceiling, and your lips pressed into a thin line. You were fighting back tears. You were tired. You were tired of this. You were tired of broken promises. You were tired of being second best. It was your 16th birthday, and your father missed it because of him. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Your father had the nerve to ask. You clenched your jaw.

“What’s wrong?” You copied. “What’s wrong?!” You looked at him, the hot tears already running at a steady pace down your cheeks. “What’s wrong is that you missed my fucking birthday! Again! That’s 10 years in a fucking row!” You snarled. You didn’t care if you were acting like a spoiled brat.

He stood there in shock. You wiped your tears on your forearm, “What I want to know is why -- why didn’t you show up like you promised?” You had given up on him. All you wanted was a reason why. You already knew but you wanted him to say it.

“It’s Young Midoriya’s--” You cut him off with a laugh. A completely and utterly, joyless laugh.

“Just as I thought.” You scoffed. You pulled out a chair from the dining room table and plopped down on it. You were exhausted and numb, “Midoriya this, Midoriya that. It’s always about Midoriya.” You wondered if your father even knew what he was doing to you. He probably didn’t, he was so oblivious when it came to his own child.

Your father -- the oh so wonderful All Might -- walked up and took the seat next to you. “That’s not true and you know it, (Y/N).”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You turned in your seat to face him. “Tell me, Dad, when was the last time we spent my birthday together?”

“Well, um--” He stuttered.

“Last meal we had together? Last time you showed up to one of my award ceremonies? Last time we spent time together? Last time we had a real conversation?” You asked question after question, knowing he wouldn’t have the answer to any of them.

“(Y/N), that’s not fair--” “I’m not trying to be!”

Silence.

“When was the last time you told me you loved me?” Your voice cracked. The blond didn’t say a word. You sighed and stood up from your seat, “I’m moving out tomorrow. Don’t try to stop me -- I’ve already made up my mind.”

That was 2 years ago and you hadn’t talked with your father since. 

A knock came at your door. It must’ve been one of your classmates asking for your notes again. You got up from your desk and opened the door without a second thought. “I’m not giving you my...notes. Oh, it’s you.” Standing in front of you was your father’s successor — Midoriya Izuku. You hadn’t seen much of him since your childhood.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Can...can I come in?” You stepped aside and held the door open for him. He awkwardly stepped past you and stood around the middle of your room. “Your room. It’s nice.” Izuku complimented.

“It’s alright, I guess.” You shrugged. You had a platform bed with lots of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on it. A bean bag chair sat next to it. Your walls were white but there were so many posters and pictures on them you could barely see the paint anyways. Fairy lights were strung up around the room and LED clouds were hanging from your ceiling. There was a bookcase filled with, well, books. Next it was your desk — it was normal but there were knick knacks, notebooks, and too many pens spread across it.

“No, no — it’s really cool. It’s a lot more cool than my room.” He assured you. You hummed. You didn’t really need to guess what his dorm room was like.

You put your hand on your hip, “Let me guess, yours is covered top to bottom, wall to wall in my dad’s merchandise. Is that right?” A blush erupted on the younger teens face. You’d hit the nail right on the head. You laughed and clapped his shoulder. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. You really admire him, don’t you?” You smiled.

He was nervous, you could tell. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked away from you.

“Alright, have a seat. There’s obviously something you want to talk to me about.” You plopped down on the bean bag chair next to your bed.

Izuku sat down at your desk. “I wanted to talk to you about All Might.” He stated. You hummed and nodded your head — as to be expected.

“I honestly don’t know much about him, Izuku.” You told the truth. “He’s never really been around much for me.” Izuku cringed at your statement.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about with you.” He ruffled his own hair.

“If you’re about to apologize, don’t.”

“What?” Izuku’s green eyes met your (e/c) ones for the first time since he’s been here. “I-I don’t understand. I’m the reason he-“

“I’m going to stop you right there, Izuku.” You shift around in your bean bag. “Everything he did, was in no way your fault. They were his choices to make and he chose you over me, time and time again.” You said bluntly. “But that wasn’t your fault. Sure, for a time I did resent you but as I got older, I came to realize you had no say in how he treated me. You were just a kid and so was I. I know how much you admire him but it’s the truth when I say he’s the one at fault here. You don’t have to apologize for his actions.” You got up and walked up to him. You ruffled his hair, “I never once blamed you, Midoriya Izuku.”

Tears welled up in the curly haired teen’s virus in eyes but he quickly started to rub them away. “Geez, you’ve always been such a crybaby. I thought you would’ve grown out of that already.” You jokingly pushed his head. You’d always thought of him as a younger brother, even when you hated his guts as a child.

“Sorry, I just…” He sniffled. “I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” You wish you’d known he was carrying all this guilt sooner — you could’ve already relieved him of the burden.

“It’s alright. I understand.”

That was a few months ago. Talking with Izuku like that, it really did help you understand why your relationship with All Might is the way it is.

“Have you talked with your father recently?” Your therapist asked after you finished recounting your childhood with her. She’d needed an updated version now that you were 18.

You shook your head, “No, but he did leave me a voicemail the other day — he asked how I was doing, talked about how he was proud of my grades, told me to make sure I eat and drink enough water.” You appreciated that he was trying, but you weren’t ready to make amends with him.

“Did you call him back?”

“No. I don’t think I’m ready to talk to him just yet. Only recently had I accepted what he’d done.” You explained to her.

She nodded, “That’s alright. It’s all a part of the process. You’ll be ready eventually, and when you do, you’ll be one step closer to leave this all behind you.” You hummed your agreement.

“Have you seen or heard anything from your brother recently?”

“You sound just like the police.” You laughed.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader angst #mha x reader angst #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #yagi toshinori #all might #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

[heybeybey]

Ready, Set, Don't Go

Words: 1,833

Genre: Angst/Family

Rating: G Summary: Levi may have resigned from the military, but he'd underestimated how much his daughter is as much of a fighter as him and Petra. (Set almost 2 decades after canon events)

Happy Father's Day, folks!

I'm sorry for contributing slight angst today but don't worry, nobody dies. 👍 Also here, have some wheelchair Levi and a teenage Ackerbaby.

And thank you to @levis-petras for being my beta for this fic 💖

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Levi wasn't much for celebrations ever since he was young. In fact, he only recognizes five dates that are worth commemorating:

His wife's birthday.

His daughter's birthday.

His twins' birthday.

His and Petra's wedding anniversary.

And Mother's Day, but that one wasn't just for Petra. Truthfully, it was also the only way he gets to celebrate his late mother. He barely remembers her birthday, and he wasn't even sure he knew in the first place.

So, you see, he only celebrates when it's all about the people he holds dear. He doesn't really see the point in All Hearts Day or even his birthday. A more cost-efficient option too.

However, it still hurts that he's spending Father's Day this way.

The day started off normally. He woke up to Petra peppering kisses down his neck, greeting him a Happy Father's Day. The twins—Luke and Philip—then came bouncing in, both boys eager to show him the cards they drew for him.

He came down to Izzy brewing tea—a blend his daughter bought for him as a gift—and greeting him with a hug. He'd have to admit that it's been nice to be coddled by his family.

Then came dinner time.

He noticed that Izzy had been uneasy the past few days, and all those nerves seemed to have culminated during dinner. The brat had been on edge the whole day that he had to snap at her to just spill it.

It first started with an off-hand comment about how there will be a ceremony the next day for new military recruits. He sees his wife give Izzy an encouraging look from the corner of his eyes as she stumbles through her words.

Izzy, who's not much of a great liar to begin with, quickly muttered 'I signed up for the military.' and refused to meet his eyes.

"What?"

"I know that you might not agree now and that you and mom had been through a lot," Izzy starts to explain in a rush. "But I know this is what I'm meant for dad! I think there's not going to be a lot of battles to fight and it's more just—"

"No," he cuts off.

Her squeaking words quickly turned into a hiss, and it only got worse when he demanded that he drop her spot.

Soon, Petra was ushering their twins up to the second floor, knowing how arguments between father and daughter can get nasty.

"This is not fair!"

"The answer is no, Izzy," he said, matching his teenage daughter's tone. He rolls his wheelchair to follow her all the way to their house's front door, hearing her rage around the house. "Oi brat, what did I say about banging on the fucking furniture?"

He distinctly hears Petra scold, "Language, Levi!" from upstairs, but both father and daughter ignores her.

"I'm 16 now, dad," she snaps back, ignoring his last comment. "You can't tell me what to do."

Izzy finally turns around to face him, never one to back down. She's looking at him now with fury in her eyes and a retort ready on her lips.

Definitely her father's daughter.

"Do you even know what you're doing, Izzy?" He said, voice finally softening as he takes in the loaded backpack on her back. He feels the weight of her decision then.

"I wouldn't have signed if I didn't."

He'd always had a hunch that Izzy was fond of the military. Too fond for his taste, if he's going to be honest about it.

Guilt pinches him a bit whenever he thinks back to his promise that he would stand by his children no matter the choices they make. Even at the age of 56, he remains steadfast to his belief to live a life with no regrets.

But he'd be damned before he even allows any of his children to enlist.

So the first time she daydreamed of becoming a soldier at the tender age of eight, he had quickly shut down the idea.

"Here, girls like dolls right?" he had said as he pushed the plushie to her arms. He doesn't really give a damn whether she likes toys that are meant more for girls or boys. He'd buy her anything she asks for, budget permitting. But for some reason, that moment had settled uneasily in his gut. "I bought this for you today."

"But I want that one!" she'd screech, pointing at the display of two toy dual broadswords.

Petra had reprimanded him, telling him that he shouldn't discourage their child just because of their experiences. He could only give his wife a worried look in return.

Izzy was 11 the next time she approached the topic, asking him about his time as Captain Levi Ackerman. While he and Petra had moved out of Paradis since the Battle of Heaven and Earth, never even thinking of looking back, Petra was able to keep a few portraits of their team and the other Scout veterans.

Izzy, the curious young teen that she was, found them.

"See, it says here that you were a captain!" Izzy exclaims, eyes sparkling with excitement and reverence. She'd been bouncing to and from the box with the portraits and other memorabilia during his and Petra's time in the Scouts. She then settled down, looking from the portrait of a younger version of Levi with Erwin to her father's scarred face now. Levi feels his hands clenching on the armrests of his wheelchair, his vision starting to blur the more he looks at his former commander's face.

"It's so cool that you were in the military. And that you even had a high position! Do you think I'll also become a captain in the future? Maybe you can train me so I can reach that level! Please dad, can you tell me more? Is that why you have that badass scar? Mom won't tell me anything—"

Brat didn't know that he was there until the end. He doesn't know what they teach in history classes to children nowadays, but he and Petra had agreed that there's no sense in mentioning their time as soldiers and the literal hell they've been through to any of their children.

Not really a good bedtime story for kids.

The thought of his own child witnessing the same shit he and Petra went through was enough to give him a new set of nightmares every night.

"She's young, Levi," Petra consoles him after he sat up sweating from a nightmare. Tears were also streaming down her cheeks as she clings on to his bare shoulder. "She might still change her mind."

The last time Izzy mentioned it, she was 14. Everything was starting to pick up again during that time. Paradis' military, unsurprisingly, was the strongest.

Armin came over to tell them that a new order will be established—a neutral party from different nations that they all hope would promote and retain the fragile facade of peace they all had before one side goes batshit crazy. Arlert had been the same level-headed young man that he was since Levi had to revive his charred ass back in Shiganshina as he explained everything to the former captain.

With this change came a new branch of military for implementation.

Izzy had been starry eyed since then.

"This might be the world's chance to truly fix things," she babbled on that whole day—a mixture of rants about the current state and how everything is being handled, and reverence at the possible future this change might bring.

"Imagine... Imagine being a part of that..." Izzy had trailed off then, eyes faraway but lit up with optimism.

All Levi can hear and see is another Isabel from years past.

Back then, he'd chalked it all up to the fanciful thinking of a child who doesn't know any better. Now, Levi desperately wants to believe that maybe this is just a rebellious teenage phase. He'd been around a lot of teenagers during his time and he'd witnessed how crazy they can get.

Like Eren and—

He tears himself away from the memory before his mind fucks him up further. He and Petra already deals with it on an almost nightly basis, and it's a thought he'd rather not dwell on during his waking hours.

The living room was quiet for a moment as both father and daughter stare each other down. Levi looks at his first-born now—committed and kind like Petra, blunt and fearless like him. The best of his and his wife's qualities mixed together.

But who knows when shit will go down again? Things were shaky enough in this damned world as it is. While he and Petra were able to find their own safe spot to raise their children in, one can never be too complacent.

He'd already lost too much, and most days he wakes up thinking that even his family is temporary. There one day, gone the next.

"I can do my part this way, dad," Izzy finally replies, drawing her father back to the present. She sighs, dropping down her bag and kneels on one side of his wheelchair so they'd be at the same level. "Like what you did. Like what you and mom did."

He remains quiet as he takes in the determination in her eyes. It's the same look Petra would have more than two decades ago when she saves another soldier from being titan shit. The same look his daughter would have whenever she refuses to let go of a toy before bath time back when she was a toddler.

He knows then that there's no swaying her from her decision.

"You're too much like your mother," Levi says, resigned. They even have the same strawberry-blonde bob, he notes. Izzy gives him a sad smile then.

"You're just too old to 'deal with my teenage bullshit', dad," Izzy retorts to lighten the mood, doing her best to imitate her father's previous rants.

He doesn't tell her that maybe what he's too old for is the possibility of losing another person he holds dear.

- - - -

When he sees her off the next morning, already in the uniform issued by the military, he decides that he'd rest easier at night knowing that Izzy believes he's there to support her. He fought for Paradis' freedom for half his life. Why would he rob his daughter from her freedom to choose the path she wants?

"I'm proud of you, Izzy," Levi whispers against her ear as she hugs him tightly, fighting against his desire to beg her to not to go. It may be uncharacteristic of him to want to sob out and cling further to her but damn it, this is his daughter.

But Izzy's breath hitches at his words, and tears soon started to fall. His own arm encircles tightly around her while he supports himself with a crutch. She looks at him gratefully, true joy in her eyes, and that was enough to stop him from forbidding her further.

"You're not allowed to die," he mutters instead—so similar to the 'encouraging words' he gave the young recruits he guided before.

Izzy laughs through her sobs and teases him, "Is that an order, 'captain'?"

"Damn right it is, brat," he replies, fondly ruffling her hair.

#rivetra #levi ackerman x petra ral #wheelchair levi #ACKERBABY #TEENAGE ACKERBABY #levi x petra #rivetra fic #rivetra au

[nashibirne]

Painkiller -4

Here we go again. The date was a disaster and in chapter 4 Henry and Ella deal with their feelings and get some advice, even if they don't want to. I hope you enjoy it - likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated, so feel free to let me know what you think!

Paring: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: What do you do after a disastrous date? You get unasked advice from your brother and your friends. Warnings: slight angst, that's it Unbeta'ed! English ist not my first language, so sorry in advance for mistakes in grammar or spelling. Credits: The pics for the moodboard are from pintrest, except Jax's pic, that one is from a screenshot from an app (moments - choose your story). If I violate any copyright, please let me know.

Previous parts can be found here: Nashi's Masterlist

Taglist: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo (let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

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4

Later that night when Henry was back in Kensington, sitting on the couch in his living room, having a glass of whiskey, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running through the night's events again and again. He was disappointed, he was angry, he was sad - he simply felt terrible. Kal was lying beside him, his big head resting on Henry's lap, enjoying a bit of tender love and care. 

When his phone beeped, his heart skipped a beat. 

Ella?

He took a look at the screen and closed his eyes with a sigh. Charlie. His brother knew Henry had a date tonight and now he was trying to tease him.

"Hey, supes...how's your date going. Already saved the damsel in distress? Holding her in your arms rn?"

Henry considered ignoring the message but he decided to answer anyway.

"Nope. Back in my fortress of solitude. With empty arms."

His phone started ringing only seconds after he'd sent the message.

"Hi Charlie." Henry greeted his brother not too enthusiastically.

"Hey, Hen. What's up? You're already back from your date?"

"Yeah...."

"You don't sound so good. What happened?"

"I fucked it up, Charlie. That's what happened." Henry pinched the spot at the root of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. He felt a bad headache coming. He was going to need a painkiller.

"She turned you down?"

His little brother sounded much too amused for Henry's taste.

"Well, we had kind of a Daenerys-Ser-Jorah-moment..."

"Ouch...she friendzoned you?"

"Yep." 

Charlie laughed.

"I can hardly believe it. But good to know even you can't have every woman you want. I mean normally they jump you before you can count to three."

"Oh shut up. That's not funny." Henry snapped, his voice loud and sharp.

"Okay, okay...I'm sorry brother. No need to get mad."

"But I am mad. Mad at myself." 

"Why. What did you do?"

"I didn't listen to my intuition." Henry said with a deep sigh of exhaustion and disappointment. "You know when I asked Ella out and she agreed my gut feeling told me to take her to a simple Italian restaurant, nothing trendy, nothing too expensive. Just a normal place for a normal date. She even suggested going out in Uxbridge because she knows some nice restaurants in her neighbourhood. But my ego knew better. It was like...make this date different. Take her to a place ordinary guys don't have access to. Let her see how special you are and what you have to offer...and my intuition was beaten."

"You wanted to show off to her" Charlie stated the problem in one sentence.

"Yeah. I wanted to impress her. Of course I chose the Aston Martin and not the Audi or the Tesla. And I took her to "Gianni's"..."

"Oohh...Fort Knox..." 

"Exactly. The food was great, she loved it, but she was intimidated by the atmosphere and the exclusivity. She was tense and felt uncomfortable and our conversation was dragging and uneasy. It didn't help much that I made a fool of myself, trying to make her loosen up. On set the director would have stopped me for overacting. And I don't know what happened when she went to the toilet but when she came back she was pretty jazzed and somehow distressed. 

And now she thinks our lives are too different, that she doesn't fit into my world and that we're better off as friends. Oh and she mentioned not being completely over her ex but that was probably an excuse to make me feel better. To put it in a nutshell, I was bragging and it totally backfired"

"But why? Bragging is not much like you."

"Honestly? I don't know. There's just something about her that puts me off. And that's crazy because she is really down-to-earth, humble and nice. I'm sure she's not the kind of woman that's impressed by status symbols, money or fame. I knew that the minute I met her. But I have this irrational need to show her what I've got. Maybe it's because I subconsciously think that all that's left when I show her the real Henry, without all the luxurious and impressive extras, is an ordinary, average, nerdy bore." 

"You can hardly call it subconscious when you can name the core problem so accurately." Charlie threw in.

"Shut up, smartass. That's not the point."

"No, it's not. The point is that somewhere underneath all these muscles and this superman aura you're still the insecure teen, who always had the feeling to be not good or cool or attractive enough."

"Oh come on, Doctor Freud. Don't try to analyze me."

"There's not much to analyze, Henry." Charlie sounded serious now. "You have this tendency to feel bad for who you really are. An ordinary guy who likes pc games, books, animals and sports. But that's not nerdy, it's perfectly normal. You're a home loving man in his late thirties who prefers a netflix marathon to a wild night out. That's not boring, it's what millions of people our age do. But it collides with your public image, with your looks and the characters you portray, so you play this role when you date women and they're attracted by the man you pretend to be, by all the glamour, money and VIP stuff and when you can't live up to their expectations when a relationship evolves it doesn't work and they leave or you leave or whatever."

"Are you done with your psychological profile?" Henry was annoyed and Charlie could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

"Not yet. What your little brother is trying to tell you is the following. When you're not showing your true self you attract the kind of women you actually don't really want and who don't really want you. Physically maybe but not for the real thing. So the fact that Ella doesn't want your jet-set self, that she doesn't like all the glitter and gold, shows that she's perfect for you. For the real Henry. Got it?"

"I don't know. Sounds a little complicated to me. But even if you were right. The damage is done. She just wants me as a friend."

"Then be a friend. Spend time with her, talk to her, show her your world outside the biz and when she gets to know you better she'll realize that you're not a poser and maybe there'll be a second chance someday."

"Mmhhh..."

"That's all you have to say?"

"I'll think about it, Charlie."

"Good. Maybe, just for once, you listen to your annoying little brother."

"Yeah...maybe."

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Jackson took a big bite of his slice of pizza looking at Ella with a frown. Ella had invited him and Katie for a crisis meeting at her place and they had shown up with lunch exactly after Ella's taste: Pizza and donuts. Ella had put them in the picture about last night and now they were discussing the events.

"But I don't understand why you're not willing to go out with him on another date. Why not give him a second chance?"

"Why would I? This one date was enough to tell that I don't fit into his world."

"You're just scared, he's really 10 inch." Jackson teased with a lewd expression and Katie started to giggle.

Ella made a face at him but she couldn't help but grin. "Why would I be scared? Have you seen your brother naked lately." She asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

"Eww...Elsie...gross" Jackson made a puking noise.

"You started it..." She gave him a friendly nudge.

"Guys..." Katie laughed. "Back on topic, okay? I understand Ella, Jax. Maybe his lifestyle really isn't what Ella's looking for in a man."

"You can hardly judge his lifestyle after one date. Maybe he tried to impress her and went a little over the top. And Ella, I'm not saying I know the guy but what I've seen of him on set was all humble, decent and very friendly. No signs of airs and graces, no extravagance.

"Yeah, maybe. But it's not just the car and the restaurant and his VIP friends or his job. I really think it's too early. I'm not ready for something new...after Craig." Ella nibbled a donut, shaking her head before giving Jax a shrug.

"That's bullshit, Elsie, and you know it." Jackson replied, his tone pretty annoyed. "You had zero problems fucking my brother only two months after the break up. And now you're trying to tell me you're not ready to date after one year? He wasn't asking you to marry him. He was asking for a second date. You have to be open minded if you want to move on" 

"Oh, stop lecturing me, Jax. That's not what I need right now." Ella got up from her chair with an angry snort. "I need to pee." She left the room and slammed the door behind her.

Jackson took a deep breath and rolled his eyes.

Katie turned to him with a soft smile. "We both know you're right about Craig but don't be so hard on her."

"I'm not hard on her, Katie. She's hard on herself. Why does she make such a fuss about a little swagger? He tried to impress her, so what? Isn't that kind of a compliment that he tried so hard? Truth is...she's scared to be not good enough for him...that's all. Elsie thinks she has to be glamorous and  extravagant to fit into his world. She feels not special enough, not beautiful enough, too average or whatever strange fantasies are running around on her mind. She is afraid that he loses interest soon but instead of taking a risk she chickens out and just wants to be friends with him."

"Maybe it's for the best...A bird in the hand...you know. I don't want her to get hurt…"

"No, Katie. You didn't see them at the party. There was this chemistry between them...it was incredible. Like in a movie, you could almost see the sparks and little hearts fly from their eyes. They're meant for each other. As lovers, not as friends." Jackson let out a sigh. He sounded just as frustrated as helpless. 

"Yeah...I thought so, when she told me about it. The way she talked about him, with so much enthusiasm, it was remarkable. But Ella doesn't see it that way. Or she doesn't want to." Katie shrugged. "You know how stubborn she is. And how much a cerebral person. Reason tells her that he's out of her league and that his world is too different from hers, from ours. She won't let us tell her otherwise. So just let them be friends and if you're right, if they're made for each other, destiny will find its way."

Katie patted Jackson's knee giving him a comforting smile.

"Yeah. Or maybe she wastes the chance of finding the love of her life and ends up on her own..."

"That's not our responsibility, Jax."

"What's not your responsibility?" Ella asked, entering the room, obviously in a better mood again. It was typical for her. Close to throwing a tantrum the one minute and back to cool, calm and collected the other. Her temper was unpredictable sometimes.

"Your happiness." Jackson replied, giving her an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to lecture you, Elsie. I'm just trying to help."

"I know, doofus. And I didn't mean to snap. It's just...let me handle this my way, okay?"

"Okay, at your own risk." Jackson got up and hugged her.

"At my own risk." Ella mumbled into his chest.

~~~~~

tbc

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[xsugarysweetsx]

Levi being a little shit in an argument and really hurting his s/o? How would he try ro make it up to her? Attack on titan scenario please 💕

Please enjoy~

warnings; slight angst, language, Levi not knowing how to communicate 

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“I’m just asking for a sign Levi,“ you explain for the 90th time pacing his office “ People talk, and it’s to the point that even I notice things and it’s like you don’t even care!“ yes it was the cliche of rumors. No not cheating, or dark pasts it as more about your relationship. 

People and said he just wanted to have fun, or just for his advantage. You usually brush it off because this was Levi you were walking about. But as soon as they mention things he should be doing you had doubts.

You understand the circumstances of being in the military but, sometimes it was annoying. You’ve been together for about 7 months now, you’ve had sex, and you do share a room together. Yet the more you recall the less gestures you remember.

No flowers, or dates, or cheesy talk or letters or anything. You consult the lo but feel a bit neglected if admiration at times. When you’d give it to him he’s simply say thank you or kiss your cheek. No here you are trying to communicate with him to get somewhere.

“What are you going on about?“ he said finally putting his paper down and looking at you.

“Us Levi, what people say it...it-“

“Is a load of bullshit“ he interrupts “I already told you not to listen to those brats and move on with your day.” He said picking up his papers again as if it was that simple. That’s when you had it, you walk to him and snatch the paper of his hands

“Tell me Levi why are you with me then?!” You ask seriously

“Y/N stop being a child a give me the damn paper”

“No! Tell me why you don’t buy me flowers, or take me out or—or, show me off-“

“Y/n..” he massaged the bridge of his nose

“Like am I just here to get you off? Just for pleasure? Because if that’s what it is then we can just-“

“What are you even talking about” he could feel his eye twitch as he listened to you rambling.

“Wh-wha.. i just—I. Levi.” You spoke to him almost like a child “ am I being used for pleasure or do you actually care about me” you said staring into his cold gaze

“That’s a stupid ass question for you to ask” he said staring right back at you

“Really? Well I’m gonna ask since all I have is a cold hearted man I call my boyfriend who doesn’t even say ‘I love you’.” You go on “like...am I just not enough for you? Do you want someone else?”

“You know fully well who you were getting into a relationship with from the start so don’t play the victim”

“All I do for you is care, and support you. I bring you tea, do some of your work, clean, check on you. Simple flowers, words even a kiss here and there would make things better”

“If you think I have time to waste on stupid kisses and flowers you’re mistaken. You might as well go be with Jean so he can shower you in affection” he said getting back to his reports. You were honestly hurt by what he said. He could have meant that

“You don’t mean that Levi...are break-“

“I’m what everyone calls a cold hearted bastard. You were the one who wanted this with me. So if you’re not happy you’re free to just go and find some other guy to spend a shit ton of time just staring at you”

“I....” you said nothing else as the tears filled your eyes. You cover your mouth to stop the sobs as you run out of his office. Levi let’s put a groan knowing damn well this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. Yes he was cold, and no he had no experience in relationships.

He was afraid he was going to screw things up, especially a relationship. He was never one for speaking about his feelings so it made things difficult. 

He knew he wanted to make you happy but he wasn’t exactly good in that category. He has noticed your glances at other couples and how you’d linger on their affection. he cringed at remembering how he just held your hand and nothing more. 

“..I fucked up bad haven’t I...“ 

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“Do you want me to fight him“ Mikasa offered. She could be so blunt yet so scary. 

“N-no... but thanks anyway“ you sniff “I just want him to acknowledge that I feel...neglected” you sink further into the bed you used to lay in, before you moved to Levi’s room. Luckily you had Mikasa and Historia to vent to.

“Okay well,“ Historia joins the conversation “what are some of the things he does to make you feel special?“

“W-well um...he sometimes makes me tea when he isn’t busy and we’ll cuddle on his couch. Even though it’s quiet it’s my favorite thing to do“ you said with a slight blush “and sometimes it’ll lead on to the night.“

“....is he small?“

“Mikasa!“

You won��t answer that. 

“Alright how about we make a list of things you want to see more of and you can try to talk to him“ Historia offered 

“No he...he told me, he doesn’t have time for that....if I wanted someone who would do that I should find someone else“ and here came the tears again. “But...I don’t want anyone else. I know a lot of people think he’s terrible but I truly do love him“ 

Both girls felt sorry for you when they heard that. You really liked the captain and your relationship meant a lot. It was sad to see you so upset and to know it was because of him only made it worse. 

“Well, I hope you get better. I need to check on Eren“ Mikasa said without another word and left the room. Instead of heading to the mess hall where she knew he’d be, she went to Levi’s office. As much as she wanted to kick his ass, she wouldn’t because you said no. She didn’t even bother to knock instead she opened the door and closed it behind her. 

Surprisingly he wasn’t in his office, his paperwork still in it’s pile. Little did she know he had already beat her to you. He had asked if he could speak to you privately. You were hesitant but you gave him a chance to speak

“What is it Levi?“ you ask not meeting his gaze 

“I...uh...here“ next thing you knew a hand full of roses were given to you. “I saw these and thought you’d like them..“ a very bright blush had set into his cheeks

“Oh I...thank you but you really didn’t have to maybe I was just over-“

“No, you weren’t“ he cuts you “I should have treated you better. You are mine after all, I’m sorry I made you feel neglected all this time.“ he said pulling you closer to him. For some reason he seemed forced to say it causing you to giggle

“Oh Levi, I’m sorry too. I know you’re not too good with the whole romance thing“ you kiss his cheek “but the roses were nice, thank you“

“I was kidding about the Jean thing, don’t go near that brat“

“Awh you’re so possessive“ you tease him giving his lips a peck. He tucks you under his chin and holds you close “so...you’re happy to be with me?“

“No shit I am, and of course you’re around horny teens all day.“

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...I’m so sorry this was so bad but I hope you enjoyed part of it :(

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[sleepingvalley]

Futakuchi Kenji Brainrot Angst

Warning: Sad, Angst, and sad

Characters: Futakuhi Kenji, Kanji Koganegawa, Aone Takanobu, You

The sun takes a gander at you and your lover in bed. What a rude awakening it brings you. Rolling over to the opposite side of the small bed, kenji groans at the shift of the bed but once the sweet comforting weight is placed back, his annoyance turns into hums. "Ugh...what time is it..." "We're late" your chuckle is accomodated with light slaps to his cheeks. A friday such as this was much more appreciated with a quick day at school and some street candy afterwards. As the monotone pur of the microwave heats up your bentos, kenji reaches for you in the kitchen. "I dont have practice today, wanna go to the arcade later?" he struggles to open his eyes, however opening his eyes to you was never an unrewarded task really. His perfect match, you were. Your perfect match, he was.

Almost in synchrony both of you get ready. Opposite coloured mugs,pastel green and pink, of your chosen drinks. His a dark brew of coffee, yours a light cup of tea. Footsteps in harmony, a piano and violin accompaniment, towards the shower. Once both of you finish drying, you climb on top of your boyfriend's shoulder while you reach for the blazer at the back. His uniform unhanged from the lower cloth rack. Kenji crouches down, you getting off him, taking both of your shoes from the side. He passes the shoes to you, you passing his bag. "Hey did you charge th-" "Phone" passing your phones before he even finishes. You hurry to the kitchen to lock the gasoline to then reach for the bentos. Wrapping them up in a food cloth, the brunette giant walks to you carrying your bag and other school materials. "I got the lunch this time, burger patties." informing him, him giving you a smirk pulling you out of the apartment by now.

"Lock" "Key." He finishes. With each paired rythmn down the flight of stairs, a beep from his and your phone comes in. "Who was that?" Futakuchi takes a glance at your screen, clear with aone's messages of how late you both were. Always so respectable of course. "Ah shoot, we missed Ms. Hina's lecture again. You know how she gets when we-" " 'Have the audacity to even show up late together' I know I know hahhaha You think she'll get tired of it?" The hazel bowled boy mocks the mentor you two know so well by now, always scolding you two for the double trouble you bring. "Who texted you?" your voice not really striken with any emotion, "Probably aone as well. I'll let him know, we're on our way." he responds and brings his phone a bit closer to himself.

Soon approaching the awfully steep down hill path, you run down with all the resistance to not tumble. Kenji snorting at your silliness, "I hope you fall on your face!" He jokingly tease at you, "Oh yeah? I hope you trip and fall with me!" a fiery glint in your eyes with that mischevious smile he falls for. Running towards you, like the two stupid teens you are. You spin and laugh racing towards the school's backgate.

You remember being so scared the first time he even convinced you to jump. You were just first years then, so young and so scared of the rules, but he didn't care. You were miss careful, dubbed by kenji himself, as you thread carefully to every situation you came accross. You were careful in every decision until you chose to be with your long term boyfriend now.

You were in middle school when you first met him. He was tall for his age, like his best friend aone, but unlike the latter boy he wasn't any sort of a gentle giant. He'd pick on the other team if they even so do something wrong when playing. He was a bit of a bully, he even teased you at one point, nevertheless it didn't make you less in love with him then and now. You remember confessing at graduation, an impulse decision, a decision you accidentally made while your best friend nobu tried to ascertain your feeling for the 1/3 of your friend group. As an asshole does after shamelessly evesdropping on the conversation, kenji obnoxiously comes out and teases you right before he goes...

"Woah I didn't even know how obssessed with me you are! That's soooo crazy, like you. Well I can't leave you disappointed, Humour me. Let's start dating then!"

It even took you a minute or so to understood his bullshit way of just saying he liked you back.

Crawling into class with him, both of you take your seats behind aone's massive frame. You apologize to the frost giant, but your apology was rather piled up at this point.

With the time passing, and the passing of morning bread underneath the table, break time comes where you just apologize to aone for once again covering for the 2/3 of the group. When the free period gives you the time to finally get to your spot, you invite nobu and drag your complaining hazlenut boy there. Nobu sets up the cloths for you to sit on, kenji comes back with the drinks and from chatting with the girls from the other class, and set up the food with ease. When he comes over you smile at him reaching for your drink, "Who was that?" you question but more likely just asking for a question's sake. "Ah the girls were just asking about the next time. Shall we?" he drives the attention back to the food where you all say your prayers.

"Thank you for the food" kenji thanks. "Thank you for the food" You thank. "Thank you for the food" Nobu thanks. "Thank you for the food" Kogane thanks.

Wait kogane? "Oi! Get your own damn food!" The whining boy points to the newly arrived blonde. "But Y/N-chan's food is too good!" "Yeah, obviously, but Y/N's food is also my food so buzz off"

Despite futakuchi's protests, you hand the rice ball over to kogane. You bring out another for your partner to settle his steaming head. A couple of minutes of chatter and aone huffing about the train problem, you suddenly grow a craving for some curry.

"Kenji, curry for dinner later?" he glances over at you, thinks to himself and makes a note on his phone. "Shopping later, then?" almost asking you. With your nod, you two go back to the group's banter.

Curry was somewhat a special dish for both of you even if it didn't seem like much. You still remember both of your awkward demeanors as you met up for your first date. Gosh you both had no sense of fashion. You showed up in an awkward get up, but you would never forget the dumb shirt futakuchi wore to look cool. Sleeveless and all. Considering both of you were only first years back then, all you two could really afford was the family diner near his place. Both of you fidgeting, a cat catching your tongues even when the lady at the front desk was asking you where you two would like to sit. Your faces too hot and too evident of embarrassment to even face each other. It was funny how your fingers fumbled to reach for each other's hand under the table. You mispronounce his name a few times, and his stomach churned at the curry plus milkshake combo he had. Why did he ever think that was a cute idea?

You two seperately thought both of you would surely leave the other because of this. Strangely enough, this dumbass never let you go. Strangely enough, he never let this dumbass go too.

Your hands both linking like cogs, he rests his head on your lap along with kogane sleeping at your shoulder. Sometimes you thought that the blonde boy was just your adopted kid, he synced in with you and your bully-of-a-boyfriend quite nicely. Scrolling through his phone, nobu signs to you about the incoming summer festival plans. You three always going together since you were little. With the gentle giant even being the one to choose which flowers to put in your hair when your mother decorated it. Futakuchi being the one to decide what kind of games the three of you would go to. It was your favorite memory of them.

Yellow tinted stones, loud crowds and jingling of bells, an attention grabbing stall every once in a while. Oh how you loved your second year summer festival with all 3 of them. The same year you first started inviting your boyfriend to sleep over at your place. He hates to admit it but he knew you caught him studying how to dress you in a yakuta the few days before the event. If you hadn't fallen in love with him before that, you surely did afterwards. The day of the festival rolls with you and him even wearing matching clothes, a splash of wonderfully coordinating colours. Kogane was the only one wearing a more casual outfit really. With nobu tracking behind you, all of you climb up the hill nearby for the fireworks. Dazzling into their eyes. The picture of that night bore into your mind while you inform your bestfriend of the plans.

"We should get candied apples too! They're the best treat-" you were interupted by the sudden awakening of the two. "WHAT?! Noooo... Y/N-chan, takoyakis are the best!" "Now I know that's not true because you can't have a festival without the yakisoba..." kenji's annoyed voice ready to start a fight. As the two bicker, you glance over the sweet one agreeing with your sentiment of candied apples.

The bickering, and mundaness of the discussion had left you with a sense of contentment. Ever satisfied to be so young to simply argue over yakisoba and takoyaki. Ever so young to simply discuss curry and festivals. This was the epitomes of your youth. The ever radiant light of the sun always followed the young.

But the sun would not follow you for long. As the overzealous moon grabs one's attention, the same goes for such promiscuous women.

You squeez and stiffen at his collared jersey, a piece of clothing you had once adored and taken care of. Practically clawing out his clothing from the cabinet, you hear his please in the living space. "What the fuck is going on with you? Babe, tell me please" "You, that's whats fucking going on." Clothes and sentimentals being thrown at him from across the room. Your anger high comes down after a bit of screaming and throwing, with your knees giving up sitting you down. "What happened? Tell me..." His eyes were true and his voice was sincere. "I know you're fucking her." it was supposed to be a whisper but it had sounded in the room as a sharp hiss at him. His eyes widen and taking a few steps back he sighs deeply. "I-im...Im sorry..." 'Dont...just leave. Now."

Seeing his way out, his back on display before the creak of the door erases him. He hadn't explained or given you any room to ever doubt what he did. He simply gave up. You knew behind that broad back, he wanted to say something. He wanted to dispute every claim you maid but he had enough dignity to stand back when he needed to. And as that rusty bolted door closes, your highschool love, your youthful memory was simply a memory to look back on now.

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