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ka-writes · 3 years

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Notes: I am posting every week now.. :/ <3 also sorry it’s shorter than usual, I did it within a day instead of a full week.

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 8:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link:

Other fic:

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Warning: cussing, lots of pain, panic attack, mentions of blood.

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Chapter 9: Lost.

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What the fuck just happened?!

That was the only question racing through Tommy’s mind.

One moment he was finally drifting into a peaceful sleep, the next one of the crew members was getting him and Tubbo up and ushered them out of the ship. Now they were on an unknown planet attempting to gain any energy possible.

Once he finally blinked his tired eyes open, he looked at the surrounding terrain. They were in the middle of a field at night. Stars were the only thing lighting their patch of land. Soft flowers and grass flowed easily with the small chilly breeze. A forest was to their left, an ocean to their right. Both leaving conflicting peaceful aromas mixed with flowers and a crisp breeze. Behind them were huge cliffs blocking and hope of going that way. Leaving the only option to head to a town that lay ahead of them.

After he surveyed the environment he turned to his partner, who was currently sitting on the ground, presumably to read the land through the plants.

That was an interesting ability to find out. One night he found the droneling sitting next to a small plant, Dream had left, talking about what the others were doing. If Tubbo was connected to a plant his senses were tripled and he was even able to echolocate if other plants were connected to the one he was using. His eyesight was very poor in the dark leaving the crew to have to make night vision goggles, making him look even more like a bee. Sadly that was left on the ship along with the rest of their gear. All of which was Dream’s and only his.

“From what I am seeing there is a village ahead.” Tubbo gestured towards the plain in front of them.

“Affirmative.”

“We head there then. I will either have to crawl or hold on to you.”

“It would be better if I led you. You wouldn’t look as stupid then.” Tommy playfully responded, receiving a small sting from his counterpart’s nail. “I am just joking! You look stupid either way.” A hoofed foot kicked Tommy’s shin, and with that they headed towards the warm glow.

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“Dammit George!” Sapnap yelled into the pitiful night, which still felt like day in the busy port city.

“Language! And yes I am very mad at his actions too.” Bad added, which was unnecessary but only furthered the other’s rage.

The blazeling started fuming. His eyes turned into orange embers and smoke escaped out of his mouth, which only furthered as his fangs doubled in size revealing a glowing orange at the back of his throat.

The other shook his head and pulled the other into a tight hug. It was as if all pent up rage vanished, leaving only hurt and betrayal in his mind.

After a few hours of sitting at the end of the dock looking into the vastness of space, the pair got up and looked for new job opportunities, hoping to find at least one.

They wandered from place to place, before finally landing in a small bakery.

Even after four months of living a relatively normal life they felt lost within its seams.

Eventually Bad found a partner and became head manager of the small bakery, finally weaving himself into the domestic lifestyle.

As for Sapnap?

He was lost. Guilty, hurt, and cold to the world. He pondered on the thought of what he could’ve done differently so he wasn’t just discarded when his ex-best friend claimed to not need him.

His endless drifting led him to a casino. He met his fiancés who turned from fury to concern quickly after they noticed his disheveled appearance.

Only after the trio was reunited for three months did he let down his wall. It took two more months to confess to everything.

Surprisingly, they didn’t leave him to be lost again. They helped weave his story back into society, and he was found.

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“George…. Not Found.” A computer voice rang through the cabin for the twentieth time.

The captain pressed the code again, switching it mindlessly to another planet. His patience no longer there.

“George…. Not Found.” The captain’s hand punched the monitor, “ERROR” static filled the cabin and blood tainted the deathly clean smell.

He mindlessly walked through the halls and switched on a small illusion box and watched the ISF news for the hundredth time. Hoping that there was an update on the human’s whereabouts. And for the hundredth time no news was reported.

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They finally made it to the edge of the town. Slipping down a small alley they scanned the area.

Odd.. why weren’t the signs written in common? That was a law everywhere, it made it so much easier for people to understand the purpose of shops.

The lamps also seemed dated, and the buildings were a different kind of structure than what most towns used.

There were also strange illusions, they only moved within the confinement of the screen.

Tubbo turned to the human who stood shell shocked.

He turned his head to what his partner was staring at.

It was a human.

What the hell??

Tubbo started falling in on himself. His brain became a static escape. Tommy turned to the now panicking droneling.

The other human noticed the commotion.

They started walking towards the pair, which only led Tubbo into a more panicked mindset.

After a minute the world spun to a stop and he woke up in an unknown room, a human sitting beside him anxious beyond belief.

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They certainly weren’t expecting to find two teenage starlings panicking in an alleyway, on their nightly walk.

It started off wonderfully. The night was crisp and the colony was flourishing.

No one knew of the colony’s whereabouts and even few knew it existed.

Eret the monarch of the first non Earthian colony. It was full of refugees, most of which being humans, few having other heritage.

He usually took a patrol every night. Checking in on new colonists and shops. Reviewing stock supplies, and any suggestions from the colonists.

Most of the time nothing happened. But this time two starlings that have been circling the news for sometime wandered into an alley, luckily they were found by none other than the monarch of this land.

He was stressed to say the least. They were supposed to be under the care of two of the most well known ships on this side of the galaxy. Both of which had declared war on eachother.

On one end if he took them to the Dream Team ship, he would most likely be unscathed when it came to confrontation from the ISF. Yet they would know of the location of the colony and probably would attack him sooner or later.

On the other end, he would be handing off two starlings to the biggest pirates in the galaxy. Meaning they would have no obligation to keep the colony a secret if it benefited them.

She made the decision to talk to the two in the morning, when all of them are less lost when it comes to plans.

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The news struck all of the crew in the heart.

Two starlings were reported missing. Both said to be returned to the Dream Team ship.

None of them knew whether to be ecstatic or terrified.

Either one. The pair had figured out a way to escape, or two they were dead. Both are plausible when it comes to what Dream could’ve done.

Either way, tears streamed down all of their faces for the first time in months.

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There was one thing Tommy was sure of.

They were lost, within the vastness of space and had barely any hope to return Tubbo home.

Instead of taking the time to sleep, he voted to sit by the window and watch the town end nightly activities and start on morning routines.

He was tired, sure. But for the past six months he couldn’t find it in him to sleep. When he did it was dreamless and empty. Furious voices yelling at him for things he had done in both present and past. It was unbearably lonely and more often than not he got lost within the confines of his mind.

So instead he sat by a window, resting his head in his arms and staring at the people moving past shops and such. He matched stories with faces and entertained the idea that many of them had much worse lives than him. Or that they had better lives than he had ever known.

There was a pang in his chest, as he watched siblings walk through the streets carefree and happy.

His tears fell silently as he stared at the scenes.

He told many stories to himself that night.

He got no sleep.

And the galaxy’s pain crashed down on him.

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Chapter 9-End

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Everyone be lost.

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Remember to go take care of yourself! Also likes are appreciated but reblogs are better!!

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causticsunshine · 3 years

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twenty questions

tagged by @are-you-quite-finished-giovanna thank you babe!! 🥰

1. why did you choose your url?

simply put i adore louis and i like purple and it just rolled off the tongue lol, but i also had a list of possible urls i also liked and i had to snatch this one up while i could!

2. any side blogs?

yes i have four....i'm not one of those 'everything goes on main and you can deal with it' type people.... but i have an inspiration blog @prickelndauge (art insp, lots of fashion, cool photography), an art-only blog @swmpwxtch, one just for spooky/creepy content because i'm really into horror manga and scary movies and that kind of stuff but i keep it off of main because i know a lot of it can often be triggering to others! (i also don't post much there but @bonepickng) and one for art references, life tips, random resources, and more donation sharing @am-ref!

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

soooo long i thought i'd be gone by now tbh. i know i signed up in 2011 after just browsing the site through random blogs and tags for ages, but i didn't start actively using my own account until early 2012!

4. do you have a queue tag?

when i actually remember to tag things i have queued i'll use 'i'm sleep queue' because all my early morning posts everyday are queued....i am an insomniac rip

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

keeping up with my interests better! i was like 15/16 at the time so it made sense. back in Ye Olde Days much like now—i really have come full circle lmao—it was mostly just for 1d and then some random tv shows/franchises i just to see content of semi-often, as well as finding cool art!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

rn it's just a regular pic of louis! as much as i like using my collages or little edits as my icons, you can't see much of anything and it looks too busy sometimes (but also the photo i have rn....i am always thinking thoughts about it soooo)

7. why did you choose your header?

it's pretty! i wanted everything to follow a color scheme + i love embroidery and fancy gowns!

8. what's your post with the most notes?

ok i thought it was gonna be one of my old larry chibi doodles because i know a few of them hit 1k+ notes, but i deleted those in 2017 and apparently now it's this 6 year old like....funky photo study i did of dan howell from 2015 when i still watched him and amazingphil a lot?? i mean at least it's something i was once proud of lmao....there's a few art posts i have with semi decent notes that i pretend i Do Not See

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i think rn 40 something so not very many, although i unfollowed a lot of people i was moots with when i left my last fanbase so that's probably why 😬 i've been meaning to check out more HL/ot5 people though!! i love mutual interaction but i'm afraid of being annoying if i'm any degree of attentive

10. how many followers do you have?

overall i have almost 2.4k rn, but there's a decent amount that are totally inactive or at least don't interact with me so it feels like....a lot less lmao but since re-joining 1d i've already made up like all the people i lost when i left my other fanbase of almost three and more so thank you for actually liking my work and maybe me as well 🥺💗

11. how many ppl do you follow?

around 370 rn!

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is a shitpost fdngjkdf like my tags are bad enough lmao, no one needs to properly share the bs i have to say

13. how often do you use tumblr?

pretty regularly rn but there are times i'll go completely MIA depending on what i'm into/how busy i am!

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog?

in the past i have had some....issues with other people i've met on here but never directly had confrontation with them? most of the time that's happened i figure it's been one-sided though because i can get irritated with certain behavior really quickly—like i always say my heart is big and open but my bullshit tolerance is dangerously low—but when that's the case i'll just unfollow or block without saying anything?

although back in the day there was one instance (and seriously if anyone remembers this you deserve a medal because this shit was Ridiculous) where i kinda but not really called out another 1d fanartist who posted untagged noncon fanart they'd done of at least two of the boys, and then acted like it was no big deal (like. 1. those are irl people my dude and 2. untagged noncon art?? in front of my salad??) and their friends kept defending them for it and tried to come for me claiming i was a proponent of Purity Culture when i'm not and literally all i said in my post on it was that in my own opinion it was kinda fucked up to draw noncon art of real life people—not characters played by actors! but actual real people as themselves—in the first place, but if you felt the need to post highly triggering content like that the least you could do was tag it accordingly

but i think that was the last time properly so i guess times within this fanbase are still chaotic as ever just in a different way?

15. how do you feel about "you need to rb this" posts?

Annoyed™️ like don't guilt trip me over a post lmao i do what i want !!

16. do you like tag games?

YES i love to talk about myself after years of trying not to show any personality online out of fear of judgement dfjkngdf

17. do you like ask games?

yes! i want to do them more but i'm always afraid of reblogging one and then getting nothing and looking like a Fool :'(

18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i guess i have a few moots that are kinda well-known or at least get good interaction within the community we're a part of? also isn't that phrase kind of an oxymoron at this point adfjkdf

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

not past platonic friendly affection lmao but honestly what is it like to have a realistic crush on an actual tangible person versus someone in the public eye who doesn't even know i exist.....it's been so long and i am so lonely please send help

20. tags?

@niallnailme @bolitodequeso @milkcurls @exzouis @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @got-my-devotion @aliensyndrome uhhh anyone who'd like to please consider yourself tagged by me! literally if there was an 'all my moots' button i'd just pick that lmao and as always no pressure/sorry if you've already done this and i haven't seen!

#twenty questions tag #tagged #oh geez that's me

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vydante · 5 years

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Imagine Peter Sending You Straight To Voicemail

Insp. by this post haha.

Let’s get this straight- Peter would literally fly to the moon and back just for you.

Well, not really, but you get what I mean- you mean a lot to him. You’re one of the Avengers and a huge idol of his, so when he got the chance to meet you after being recruited by Tony?

He lost his mind.

“Oh my god, Mr. (Last Name)! You- You’re (Superhero Name)! I’m a huge fan- gosh, wow, you’re my hero-”

“Dude, calm down, just call me (Name) haha.”

“Oh, uh, right- right-”

He didn’t calm down.

You found him really charming and endearing to be around. It was a breath of fresh air for you since you were always caught up in Avengers and the media stuff, so it was nice to hear him rant about high school and the likes.

You two eventually exchanged numbers- you initiated just to save him from asking you that.

“You ever need me, I’m always available. But don’t butt-dial me. Oh, and if you need to tell that Flash kid that you’re an intern at Stark’s or that you know the Avengers? Facetime me- I’ll give that punk a run for his money.”

Peter never did, but his hand definitely itched close to your number when Flash was being a dick.

But! But!

You two do talk to each other here and there- mostly through text since he likes to send you memes and GIFS.

They’re fun to watch and look at, and Peter being young really shines through via messages.

“(Name): k dont judge me for this but- ben n jerys hulk fudge ice cream? complete ass.”

“Peter:

You’re usually never the one to initiate them since you don’t know his schedule- he is still a student after all.

So you gave him the green light to contact you whenever- you’d always pick up but if you were on a mission or something (which was rare ever since the whole disbanding of the Avengers- now you’re more involved with the political aspect of it) you’d tell him (and other people of course) beforehand not to contact you.

“Are you sure it’s okay to call you whenever? I mean, what if you’re in a meeting or somewhere important?”

“It’s fine kiddo, you think I wanna pay attention to some old geezer talking about Avengers action figures?”

“I mean, that sounds kinda cool.”

“It does, but that’s beside the point, Pete.”

So it was really never an issue for Peter to contact you whenever.

And it was rare that you ever contact him first, so the first time you did it?

Well, technically, he texted first, but you called first.

Peter always get embarrassed when you bring the story up, but you find it hilarious.

It was at 3 AM.

Admittedly, neither of you should be awake right now, but you were in another country so you were still awake when you got the text.

It...

You definitely looked at it for an embarrassingly long time, but it was so vague and cryptic you just couldn’t help it.

What was the text that made you shut down for a few minutes?

“Peter: matte lettuce”

???

That was it.

Matte.

Lettuce.

???

Isn’t Peter supposed to be asleep right now?

You had a hard time trying to get on the same page he was on, but you’re pretty sure he’s on another book right now.

“(Name): Pete, what’re you talking about”

You were still a bit worried about him so you wanted to reply ASAP.

“(Name): that’s vile btw”

And the thought of matte lettuce was kinda gross.

You waited a few minutes for him to respond, but he hasn’t even read your message yet, so you were getting a bit worried.

He’s a kid with powers and he can handle himself, but you were never too sure.

You rang up his number.

Ring... ring...

Ring... ri-

‘The number you’re calling is not available-’

You hung up immediately.

Did he...

Did he just send you to voicemail?

You shook your head. Maybe the call just wasn’t going through or something. You called him a few more times, but each time you went straight to voicemail.

Maybe you were just thinking too much into this, so you decided to give up for now and shoot him one last text for him to see later.

“(Name): hey maybe ur asleep rn, but call me whenn u see this”

And for you, that was that.

Until later that night... for you.

You wake up in a mild panic when your phone starts going off. It was deep in the night and the caller I.D. lit up your phone.

‘Peter P.’

You pick up the call, voice still groggy.

“Yeah...?”

“Oh my god, (Name), I’m so sorry I missed your calls, I was sleeping and I didn’t know that you were calling me and you usually never call so I wasn’t expecting it and I-”

“P, calm down, calm down. It’s cool,” you groaned quietly.

There was silence on the other line.

“Are... were you sleeping?”

You chuckled halfheartedly.

“Mmm, yeah... It’s cool, I was gonna wake up sooner or later anyway.”

It was a lie, but he didn’t know that.

“Anyways, sorry for spamming your phone the other night, was just worried...”

“Why? Did something happen? You usually never call first.”

“Mmm, not really... You just sent me a super weird text and didn’t respond...”

“Oh, that text... Uh, about that...”

As it turns out-

Peter had a really weird dream- he couldn’t really remember what it was about, but he woke up in the middle of the night to write down whatever had happened in his dream.

But, he only opened his phone and the last app that was still open was your text messages. Being half asleep as he was, he thought it was his notes app and just... Wrote whatever down and sent it straight to you on accident.

And when you tried to call him, he thought it was the alarms he always set on the weekends going off so he pressed- what he thought was- the snooze button.

“Why the hell would you set alarms on the weekend?”

“I’ve been meaning to try and wake up earlier on the weekends...”

“And how’s that been going for you?”

“Obviously not that great since I sent you straight to voicemail like 3 times that night... Sorry about that.”

“It’s cool dude-,” You try to suppress a chuckle, “But that’s kinda funny though... You sent me to voicemail because you thought I was an alarm?”

“I said I was sorry!”

You never really let him live that down whenever it came up as the topic of the conversation.

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vixsims · 3 years

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@atomtanned said: Oh my goodness these are so cute!! The summer camp lot is especially awesome. Might have to try to get one built myself now! @plumbtales said: It all looks great! So many great lots for Pleasantview 😀 @trotylka said: Wow, the camp is soo cute *.* All of them are really good

aww thank you all so much!! 🥰💖💞

@adrift-in-andromeda said: Would you ever consider uploading the summer camp? I’ve wanted to have one and I’ve been looking up ways of doing one gameplay wise but I’m a shit builder and I haven’t found any lots with that American summer camp vibe I’ve been looking for, I know it wouldn’t look the same due to not having all the cc but the basic layout of the lot is what I’m looking for, if you can’t that’s fine of course but in that case could you show us more pics of the last 3 lots for inspo? Sorry for the long reply

hi! So i’ve never really shared a lot before and I’m still really wary of sharing very CC-heavy lots (which most of mine are) buuut I decided to try to clean up the summer camp and I’m willing to share a CC-free version. Plus I think decorating is the most fun, so you’ll be free to do what you like with the lot.

I’m also always happy to share floor plan pics of any of my lots for building insp/resources! I was never much of a builder myself until I started recreating sims 4 lots (and I’m still usually pretty lost w/o insp pics!!). I’m currently in the process of making an album with pics for the Summer Camp lot and will make a post shortly, along w/ the CC-free upload.

@moocha-muses said: Cute makeover, tho.

d’aww thanks, Moocha💓

@curious-subject said: goddamn alex is FERAL

sjdfhdjfdjf TO BE FAIR, alvin /did/ actually poke him first, I just failed to capture it, so I had to spin it another way lol but yeah lowkey he’s feral

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solarwriting · 4 years

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Road Trip {Gina Porter}

summary: the musical was over and spring break has begun; the gang has decided to go on a roadtrip while y/n and gina try and deny their feelings

characters/ships: Gina Porter x fem!Reader; Rickey Bowen x Nini Slazar-Roberts; Ashlyn Caswell x Big Red; Carlos Rodriquez

song insp.: this entire playlist Teenager In Love - Madison Beer, What I Need - Hayley Kiyoko

word count: 1.6k

note: Gina is a wlw you can’t tell me otherwise | send requests!

part 1 | part 2

The gang finally had a break from musicals, school, and drama. Spring break was upon them and there were no pressures of an upcoming musical to stress them out. As far as Y/n could tell no one had any plans so she took it upon herself to make plans for them.

Y/n told Ricky, Nini, Carlos, Big Red, Ashlyn, and Gina to meet her at her house in the garage. When they arrived Y/n told them what she wanted to do, and they all thought she was crazy.

“Um, I just looked it up and it’s an eleven hour drive.” Ricky explained, motioning to his phone.

Ashlyn jumped in, “And it can’t be cheap.”

“You see, I already have that figured out, my uncle has a friend who can give us tickets, so that’s covered. We just need to stop at one hotel on the way there and back, so we don’t have to drive in the dark.

“If we go to cheaper motels and only stop in three cities, one on the way there, one once we get there, and one on the way back. Then we will have spent almost no money. Besides gas but that’s okay.”

“Are we really going to see Beetlejuice: the Musical?” Carlos exclaimed with an excited squeal.

Everyone looked around at each other before smiling and cheering.

The day had come, the gang was going to San Francisco to see Beetlejuice: the Musical - the off-off-Broadway version but a musical nonetheless. Y/n was the first up to drive, it was her van after all. She picked up Gina and Ashlyn first, Gina sat in the passenger seat and Ashlyn sat in the seat directly behind her. Y/n Picked up Big Red and Ricky who was already at Red’s house. Red sat next to Ashlyn and Ricky sat in the far back directly behind him. Y/n picked up Nini next, who sat next to Ricky. Carlos was picked up last who took Big Red’s spot while Red moved to sit next to Nini, right behind Ashlyn.

Everyone packed as little as possible, trying to fit a lot in the van’s small trunk was one challenge they couldn’t pass by.

“Hey, Carlos, sorry Seb couldn’t come.” Y/n said, glancing at Carlos through the rear view mirror.

Carlos sighed, “It’s okay, he had to help on the farm.”

A comfortable quiet fell on the van as music played sofly from the speakers. everyone stuck in their own little conversations. Gina looked over at Y/n who’s eyes were focused on the road. Y/n looked at Gina, catching her stare. The two girls’ faces heated up both of their eyes averting back to the road.

“You know,’ Y/n started, motioning to her phone resting on the center console, “You can change the music, if you want.”

Gina smiled and grabbed the phone, scrolling through Y/n’s playlist titled ‘Roadtrip!’ before settling on a song. She played the song and turned the music up with a smile, She by Harry Styles began streaming through the speakers, a favorite between the group.

Everyone soon started to sing along,

She lives in daydreams with me She's the first one that I see And I don't know why I don't know who she is

The first few hours flew by and soon everyone needed to stretch their legs, use the bathroom and get snacks and gas. Y/n put the gas in the van wile the others were in the station most likely getting snacks. Ricky and Nini were the first to walk out of the small building, Y/n tossed Ricky the keys.

“Your turn to drive, I need a break.” Y/n explained as she inserted her gas card into the machine. She hopped into the van, sitting in far back on the same side as the driver. Gina was the next to enter the van, Ricky and Nini already sat up front ready for everyone to load up.

Gina sat next to Y/n passing her a bag of her favorite snacks and her favorite drink, “Thanks, Gina.”

Gina smiled, slightly embarrassed, “It’s not a big deal, I figured you were busy with gas and stuff.” Her cheeks were warm and she shrugged it off before buckling herself next to Y/n, Carlos on her other side.

Ashlyn and Big Red sat in the middle row lost in their own conversation. Since Nini was sat upfront everyone was subjected to listening to the soundtracks from her favorite musicals for the next couple of hours.

“Where did we even end up?” Gina asked Y/n who was taking a sip of her drink.

Y/n looked out the window trying to remember, “Elko, I think.” She looked at Gina with a small smile.

Y/n wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did around Gina, they had been friends ever since she transferred right before their sophmore year a few moths ago. Y/n would find herself annoyed when ever Gina spent too much time with EJ or Ricky. Y/n got particularly angry with EJ during the dance he took Gina to. Y/n didn’t know why she felt hot while Gina sat so closely to her. Y/n kept her hands in her lap awkwardly, her knee sometimes knocking against Gina’s.

Y/n was lost in her thoughts and soon her snack and drink were soon forgotten as she drifted off, the three hours she spent driving taking its toll on her. Her head fell to the side, colliding with Gina’s shoulder.

Gina’s eyes widened at the sudden weight her her shoulder but smiled to herself when she saw Y/n sleeping peacefully against her. Gina blushed and returned to her conversation with Carlos.

A few hours had passed and the sun had begun to set by the time Y/n had woken up, her head still lying on Gina’s shoulder, who had been careful to not wake her. Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, her brows furrowed as she looked around before she realized she was on someone. Her head shot up, eyes widened as she looked at Gina with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry.” Y/n mumbled to Gina.

Gina smiled and leaned close to Y/n and boldly whispered into her ear, “I didn’t mind.” Shivers ran down Y/n’s spine, feeling Gina’s breath on her neck like that.

Gina sat back, her cheeks rosier than usual. Y/n’s face not so different as she tried to hide behind her hand as she rested her arm on the arm rest and looked out the window.

Music still played softly, this time it was some sort of soft hip-hop or rap only he and Big Red really knew, but no one complained. Everyone was fairly tired, sitting in a car for about seven hours could do that to a person.

At some point Nini took over driving and Ricky was in the passenger seat, explaining why his music was playing. Y/n yawned and stretched as best as she could.

Y/n looked out the window finally noticing the beautiful sunset that graced the horizon. The highway wasn’t so beautiful but the mixture of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows made up for it. Y/n sighed contentedly and pulled out her phone snapping a few pictures before choosing one to share on her story.

She flipped her phone’s camera, nudging Gina getting her’s and Carlos’ attention taking a picture while the golden light was still kind to them posting this image with the caption ‘road trip going strong’ adding a small heart next to it.

Y/n and Gina began talking about their future plans how Gina wanted to go to a preforming arts college and how Y/n hoped to get into art school. Y/n was unsure about getting accepted but Gina reassured her, “You’ll definitely get in, they’d be crazy not to have you, plus that’s two years away.”

Y/n smiled, “Yeah,” She chuckled, “Maybe we’ll end going to school near each other.”

Gina blushed at that comment, “Yeah, maybe.”

The two continued to talk as the van continued to barrel down the highway, the sun slowly sinking behind the horizon. Soon Nini pulled into a small motel that lay just of the highway. The motel was small and slightly sketchy but they didn’t mind as they all clambered out of the van and pulling their bags out of the cramped trunk.

Ricky went ahead to rent a room for the night, Y/n told him two rooms each with two beds would be the most convenient for everyone. The couples could be in one room and share beds and the three singles could each sleep alone, one of them on the couch.

The six waited outside for Ricky with the keys, the entrances to each room being outside. Ricky walked out with a frown on his face, “They only had one room but it has two beds and a pull-out couch.”

“Ricky and I get a bed!” Nini called as she followed her boyfriend towards their room. “Big Red and I can share a bed too, if that’s okay with you, Red.” Ashlyn said softly.

“You and Gina can sleep on the pull-out, the floor would probably be better on ,y back anyways.” Carlos offered as he followed the group up stairs leaving Y/n and Gina in the back both of them sharing embarrassed faces.

What a cliche.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts imagine #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen x nini salazar roberts #gina porter x reader #big red x ashlyn #ashlyn hsmtmts #ashlyn caswell #ej caswell x reader #ricky x ej #this was lowkey inpired by papertowns?? maybe?

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heartjwi · 5 years

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city of angels ☞ lee jeno

GENRE | angst

DISCLAIMER | i’m supposed to be studying but fuck that ig + insp. by la la lost you by niki!!

SUMMARY | jeno finds an old letter under his refrigerator after doing some cleaning around his apartment and finds himself reminiscing the past and wishing he could go back to the city he once lived in, and to you.

A/N | i cant contain myself i’m sorry bois + posted this on hyucafe by accident,, ok clown

you and jeno had a healthy relationship from the very beginning needless to say. especially with the never ending support from your friends and family around the two of you. you and jeno barely fought in your 4 year old relationship, only arguing about where to go or where to eat, just the typical couple arguments.

that was, before you and jeno parted ways to go to college.

you stayed near your old town while jeno chose a college that was 12 hours away from you. the first time you heard about it, you didn’t talk to jeno for days. yes, you were proud of him for aiming high but just the thought of not seeing each other physically made your heart ache.

“why won’t you talk to me” jeno whines, plopping down next to you, who was busy reading a candy magazine. you rolled your eyes and flipped the page. jeno puffs and scoots closer to you. “is it because of the college thing?” he says slowly wrapping his arms around you. you closed the magazine shut and stared at him, “did you really have to choose somewhere far away from me?” you pouted. “and she talks!” jeno exclaims, hugging you close to him. “i mean, you’ll always have me right? no matter the distance” jeno kisses the side of your head.

and boy, were you wrong.

the day when jeno was finally moving to new york, you helped his family set his things in his dad’s car. you and jeno stayed behind his room for one last time in a few months. “so this is it huh” you look up at him. he avoids your eyes and bites his lip. “hmm” he hums. “are you gonna miss me?” you pout, staring at his eyes. he nods, squeezing your sides. “we’re gonna facetime everyday okay?” you held out your pinky to which he links his pinky with yours. a tradition you two had.

his dad honks indicating it was time to go. you see jeno hold back his tears but the moment you hug him for the very last time, a tear fell from his eye. “shit jen, you’re making me cry too” you sniffled, unable to hide your tears as well. jeno lets out a teary laugh, “here” he removes his favorite hoodie and puts it on you. you stared at him in shock, “babe this is your favorite” you remove the hoodie off of you. “keep it” he kisses your hand.

you two walk downstairs hand in hand, ready to send jeno off to college. you stopped in front of the passenger seat when jeno turns to you. “you know i’ll always find my way back here, back home to you” he hugs you as you feel his tears soak his hoodie that you had on. you couldn’t contain the tears any longer and hugged him back tighter. “i’ll wait jeno, i’ll wait for you” you sobbed to his chest. he finally pulls away and cups your cheek for one last time before kissing you on the lips. “i’ll miss you” he whispers on your lips before getting in the passenger seat.

and that was the last time you ever got to see jeno.

the first few weeks without jeno by your side was tough on your part. this was a whole new routine for the both of you. slowly adjusting to the fact he wasn’t by your side in somewhere that’s awfully familiar with the two of you.

on jeno’s part, he was enjoying the feeling of being alone for once in his life. the feeling where there’s no one to hinder him from doing everything he wishes to do. one of the reasons he chose this specific college in new york is that he could get away from you. a bit of a dick move but he had to do something.

in his first few weeks in new york, he already made a name for himself in his new school. a fuckton of new faces he got to meet in a span of a week. he could get used to this.

“please pick up” you repeat, biting your nails as you waited for jeno to answer his phone. “hello?” jeno groggily answers his phone. you went quiet on the other line, not used to this. “y/n?” the way he said your name felt new to you again, almost like you two never met. “hi” you whisper. you hear him chuckle at the other end. “hello to you to my love” he muses.

and you two spent the night just talking to each other just catching up after a while, not knowing that would be one of the last times you two got to act like a couple.

the next few months, you finally adjusted to your new school environment and made new friends along the way. slowly distracting yourself away from jeno. jeno on the other hand, got into some frat parties thanks to his roommates and peers who taught him how to party. not once have you crossed his mind since he moved here.

it didn’t take long for you to long for his touch or voice even. you texted him multiple times to answer your calls or even facetimes but nothing. he ghosted you for the next 2 weeks. you cried your heart out to your best friend about your new situation. your friends told you just dump and move on but you can’t. the town you two used to live in is filled with memories with jeno.

jeno finally had a wake up call the day after you blocked his number. he stared at the unanswered texts he had in his phone and it was all from you. he scrambled to get you to talk to him again, but knowing you, you would be wrapped around his finger again.

it didn’t take a while for jeno to pull the ghosting agenda again. you were starting to get sick of it. you started doing the same thing to him. not leaving a single message to him at all.

it was hurting you at first but slowly and surely, you were getting the hang of it with the help of your closest friends who made efforts to let you have fun and not think of a douchebag boyfriend.

and people began to notice the once introverted y/n turned into a more extroverted version of yourself who subconsciously puts a smile on everyone’s faces.

jeno found himself staring at his phone all day, waiting for a single message from you but nothing— not even a single one. he was starting to feel worried and anxious if anything happened to you but once he opened the instagram app it was a whole new story.

you just posted a new photo in your instagram in a while, and it was a photo of you in a dress after clubbing with your friends last night. it made jeno quite mad that you didn’t tell him about your whereabouts. he immediately called your number and waited for you to answer.

“hello?” you answer, not bothering to check the caller ID. “you got some explaining to do” was the first thing you hear from the other line. you checked the ID and it was jeno. “what are you talking about?” you tell him, not caring about a single thing that was about to happen. “how come you didn’t tell me that you went clubbing last night?!” he starts his sermon. you rolled your eyes and picked on your nails. ‘now he starts to care’ you thought to yourself. “you didn’t even text me for days! i was worried about you!” he rambles on, making you angry.

“so now it’s a problem that i don’t text you” you cut him off, catching him off guard. “huh?” he furrows his eyebrows. “cut this shit jeno, you’re mad that i’m finally doing what you’ve been doing to me” you felt tears prick your eyes. jeno stayed silent on the other line, realizing his mistake. “i��m tired” you start, wiping your tears. jeno felt his heart drop to his stomach, knowing where this was headed. “no-” “i’m so fucking tired waiting for you” you open up to him, full on crying at this moment. “you’re not the jeno i used to know” you whispered on the phone.

jeno stands up quickly, almost losing his balance. “no! y/n please-” he gets cut off yet again, “i think we should just break up” you choked out. jeno felt as if time has stopped all together and everything went silent. “i’m sorry” you whisper before hanging up.

and that was the last time you two heard about each other

its been a couple months after the break up and you were slowly moving on from jeno, after coming to a closure with yourself that you two won’t just work out. he’s not the jeno you once knew from your small hometown. he was a new different jeno in an unfamiliar city.

you went back home for a bit to just clean up any memory you had with jeno in your house and gave it back to his parents next door. they were sorry that their son had to be a dickhead. you just brushed it off and promised you would get lunch with them time to time. they did root for the two of you in the past.

jeno however, was slowly but surely becoming a mess months after the big break up. you only love something when it’s gone. the ‘friends’ he had won’t even check up on him. he was regretting why he hung out with them. now he was just cleaning his apartment, just to ease his mind.

he was sweeping his kitchen floor when he stumbled upon an old letter you sent to him the first week he moved in.

“to my bubby,

hi! i miss you already :-( and i know i’m just being dramatic since it has been only a week but i can’t help it you know? anyway so, how’s new york doing hmm? have you been to broadway? you promised me you’d take me one day hehehe…”

during the first week without jeno, you thought it would be a good idea to send him a letter and you even planned you’d do it monthly if he loved it. you never heard that he got the letter so that was the first and last letter he would ever get from you.

“the jetlag and timezones must be tough eh? but it’s okay, it means nothing when we mean everything to each other right? i even wasted some perfume just so i could spray it to this letter and the envelop so you would remember to miss me and it would ease the pain somehow”

jeno had tears in his eyes at this point, knowing the one who meant everything to him is no longer in his arms.

“if i’m being honest, i’d call you but i know you’ll be busy settling in and i’m trying to let go at the fact i won’t be seeing you in a while :-( i still and will always love you, jenjen! come back to me soon please.

hope new york will hug, take care and hold you the way I do, my love. i miss you so much! see you soon!

with lots and lots of hugs and kisses, y/n”

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lnfours · 5 years

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get well soon⎜p.p

summary: success always comes with a price. not my gif!

warnings: endgame spoilers, angst, just all the feels

wc: 1.1k

part one⎜masterlist⎜insp.

you played with your fingers, sitting on the edge of the bed in your apartment. it had been a tough couple years for everyone. after thano’s snap, it almost felt like a post apocalyptic world in new york.

you knew peter went off to space with tony stark, but that was the last time you saw him. you remember vividly, sitting next to ned as peter leaned up from his seat and asked if you two could cause a distraction. complying with your best friend, the two of you started yelling about a spaceship up in the sky, giving him time to change into his mask and throw on his web shooters.

it wasn’t until almost a month later that tony stark came knocking on the door himself. you opened the door for may as she made the two of you coffee. you were surprised to see him, thinking that he got dusted like the rest of the people you knew.

it was that day in particular you remembered so clearly that you felt you could relive it. you remember the look on tony’s face when he told you and may that he had lost peter. you remember the look on his face as the words came slowly out his mouth, a look of guilt. of course you knew that it was never his fault, that it wasn’t his idea to snap away half the population.

but, it didn’t stop you from shoving his shoulders, screaming at him as tears came spilling down your cheeks. tony let you hit him, let you push him. he was just as numb as you were, and you swore you saw a tear roll down his cheek as you sobbed, but you thought that your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

“you’re telling me that you, iron man, don’t have a way to fix all of this and bring everyone back!?”

that was the sentence that stuck with him. that was the sentence that replayed in tony’s head as he picked up this picture of him and peter, holding a made up award for the camera. it was the same sentence that replayed in his head as he built the time machine. the same sentence that replayed in his head as hulk snapped his fingers, bringing back everyone who had been dusted.

the last time your words replayed in his head was when he saw peter on the battlefield, helping him up. he looked at peter as he rambled about how he ‘must’ve passed out’ and how doctor strange was there and he did the ‘yellow sparkly thing that he does’ to get him here. tony didn’t even mind peter’s rambling, just pulling him in for a hug.

“oh,” peter said,”this is nice.”

but of course, all good things come with a price. when tony ended up getting the stones back from thanos, he knew that it was the only way to make sure that he kept what he found, but retrieve what he had lost. he knew that he had to snap away all of thanos’ army, that it would be the only way to win this war.

you hadn’t even noticed that tony stark had this idea, that he had a plan to bring peter back to you. when the sun strangely began to shine and when the birds started to chirp again, you looked out the window with wide eyes. you had hoped that something had happened, that somehow it was a way to bring peter parker back.

after a while, you heard a knock on your apartment door. you rushed to open it, opening it to reveal the same curly brown haired boy you grew up with. except he had blood dripping down his nose, dirt and cuts and bruises littered on his face, his hair disheveled, and he was silently sobbing to himself. you stood looking at him for a second, not sure if it was a dream or if it was real life.

but as soon as you reached out to touch him, and his warm, wet cheek was in your hand, you felt the emotions you tried your best to burry down get the best of you.

“pete,” you sobbed, letting him pull you into his body. he held you tight, sobbing into your hair as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. your hands gripped at the meal on his suit, knowing he shouldn’t be out in the open like this, so you tried your best to pull the two of you inside, kicking the door closed.

he pulled away,”mr. s-stark-“

you wiped his cheeks as he cut himself off,”tony is d-dead, y/n. i watched, i-i-i sat there and watched him die-“

you frowned, looking up at his brown eyes,”i’m sorry, pete.”

he shook violently as he sobbed, hands coming up to hide his face in embarrassment. of course you had seen him cry, but for some reason this felt different.

“pete,” you brought his hands away,”it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay.”

he sniffled, looking at you,”how’s ned, mj, flash-oh my god, may-“

you shook your head,”we’re all okay, we just missed you.”

“did she-“ he cut himself off,”did she move on?”

you knew what he was talking about. of course you knew, you knew since the moment michelle told you. she decided to move on after one year without peter. you couldn’t be mad, she had the right to.

but you had no idea how peter would handle it.

“she,” you sighed before finishing,”yeah, she did.”

the words broke his heart,”is she happy?”

you nodded, brushing a piece of fallen hair from his forehead,”she is.”

“then that’s all that matters.” he said, his breathing uneven as he cried. you tried your best to wipe the tears, but the kept falling.

“is there anything i can do?” you asked.

“just,” he breathed,”hold me.”

you nodded, pulling him into your body,”i can do that.”

his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, taking in the smell of your perfume as his heart skipped a beat. truth be told, he found himself falling head first in love with you. he knew it was too soon to jump back into a relationship, but he couldn’t help the feeling he got in his stomach as you played with his hair. he knew there would be a time and a place, though. right now wasn't one of them.

“y/n?”

“yeah, pete?”

“i love you,” he mumbled,”so much. thank you.”

you sniffled,”i love you more, peter. you never ever have to thank me.”

he pulled away from the hug,”i-i want you to be there, for the um….-“

“funeral?” you asked softly, quietly.

he nodded,”you and uhm… you and may..”

”i'll be there with you,” you nodded,”and every step of the way after that.”

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elegant-etienne · 4 years

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3. [I] trusted [you]

Send me a number to receive a micro story!

Thank you for the ask, @maybeimawhale!

(This song is what always comes to mind when I see the word ‘Trusted.’ And I think a lot about how I used to relate to this song, in the wake of a really bad break-up, but now that I’m older, I have to wonder if the narrator of the song is being at all reasonable. I also find it helpful, when revisiting subjects I’ve written before, to twist around the perspective a bit, and give myself permission, without naming the character in this piece, to treat Etienne’s ex-husband as a NPC, and admit to myself a lot of my own character’s faults from the outside.)

BEHIND THE CUT: Descriptions of a toxic marriage, substance abuse and addiction, suicidal ideation and an attempt, allusions to past abuse and PTSD, and very inaccurate TBH but this is more or less how I remember it going down descriptors of someone having a “split personality,” and some light misgendering of Etienne (they ID’ed as male when they met their ex-husband, and at the time of their wedding).

Also I am sorry for any errors, I can’t go back and fix them after the initial post or it’ll break the formatting on the post.

insp. Ben Folds - Trusted

It's funny I know But I'm disappointed in you I thought you could read my mind

Your husband - your spouse Etienne is doing better after the time away. Actually, the time when they was sleeping in the recovery wing - three sennights - is among the best you two have had. A few hours of visitation, and they're affectionate and loving and missing you. Even a rare smile, and they show you where the stitches came out. A bell or two isn't enough time to get worked into a fervor about things and restart the same fights you've been having for moons.

When they return, Etienne has warmth in their cheeks again. They're gaining weight again. They don't smile, but they've always been quiet about that sort of thing. They've missed you. They've missed you so much. They look more like they did on your wedding day, that reserved, understated glow. They look like the Etienne you married.

(In those moments when you thought you could still be one person successfully. In those moments when they thought they'd killed the other you. In those moments when they stood at you at the altar, teary-eyed but happy, so happy.)

"Welcome home, Etie," you say with your brightest grin.

"I'll be better this time. I promise. I'll never do that again."

You laugh and embrace. You're both so relieved.

But I came home early And saw that a drawer'd been opened Looks like you've been reading my diary instead

After a long shift in Medica, all you want to do is come home and take a bath. Etienne seems to have other ideas, however. They're seated at the desk. They're glaring at you. They hold up your notebook - the one with all the reports.

"So this is what you've been doing at night while I'm gone? Forbidden research and magic? I thought we talked about this! It's too dangerous, after the last time. What if it goes too far?"

"There was no one else who could do it. It had to be me." You've never raised your voice to Etienne. Not once. Sometimes, you've cried while you're fighting. Etienne has shouted before. Twice. It frightened you.

(They wanted to kill the other half of you.)

"What if something had happened to you while I was in care? I wouldn't have known where you were. And what if there had been an emergency at the FC? Folk need you. I need you. And you promised..." Etienne bows their head, sucking in sharp breaths to try and stop the crying.

"You have no business going through my notes. There could have been patient information in there!"

"...You were acting strangely. You were hurt. You weren't telling me things. You broke your promise." The tears have been withdrawn, all that's left is dead, blank sullenness from Etienne.

"I had no other choice."

"Did you even try to stop and think of one?"

"There wasn't time. Percy and--"

"Percy?!" There it is, the raised voice, a burst of life, a flame in their eyes. "I knew it. I knew he and you--"

"It was work--"

"--Have something going on, you told me it was nothing, you told me you weren't seeing him when I wasn't around-- While I was in the bloody hospital from trying to kill myself because I can't stand this, and you wouldn't leave me alone, you wouldn't just give me the space, and now the moment you have you're running around--" Etienne always gets like this. A million words a moment. Each a pointed attack, an accusation. When Etienne gets this way, you can't do anything right.

"--It's only work--!"

"Maybe I shouldn't have come back. Maybe Rosa was right, it's too soon, we're not ready." Etienne straights their posture, scrubbing at their eyes with the heels of their hands. "I drew you a bath. I'm going to bed."

How does it feel to realize You're all alone behind your eyes?

The bath is strewn with rose petals, the candles burned down hours ago. It's dark and cool in the bedroom off the heat of the bath. Your spouse is bunched up in one corner of the bed. "I love you, you know," you speak to the dark. To Etienne's back.

"I love you too," Etienne says, but doesn't turn around. “...Be honest. Did you fuck him?”

“No, it’s not like that. He found this... it was like a cursed circus, full of twisted creatures, he needed cleansing spells, he was able to show me ways to amplify my power...”

(He knows about the other you.)

"It's alright if you did," Etienne says, malms away in the same bed. Did they even hear your explanation? "If you want to, just tell me. We can figure out an arrangement, a lot of married couples do, just don't lie to me. Don't lie."

"It's not like that."

It seems to me if you can't trust You can't be trusted

You wait to hear the soft wheeze of Etienne's snores, but you drift off before they do. Somehow. In the middle of the night, it's a repeat of others. This hasn't changed with the time in care ward, apparently. Etienne sits up and starts screaming, won't be held, won't be comforted. 3AM in the morning and your spouse is in the corner, knees to chest, rocking. They start rooting around, too, when you pretend to sleep. They won't find anything. You poured all the liquor out sennights ago -- even the things in the back of the icebox and at the top of the bookshelf.

Caught in a dream Picking up astral signals Some of them psychic, you better watch what you think

You come home to Etienne sitting in front of their vanity. You see the shimmer of a deactivated glamour prism. There are tears in their eyes, but you don't know why. They slip the plate into a drawer somewhere, and you do not ask more about it.

"I got more of the sedative. To help you with sleeping. So you don't have to drink." It's never difficult to cadge a little bit of medicine on the side for loved ones when it's needed - such are the benefits of being one of the heads of Medica. No one has to ask any questions. Etienne doesn't have to get upset or embarrassed at exposing their problems to anyone they don't trust. Rosa doesn't have to put her foot down and force Etienne to stay in the care ward, away from you. It's win-win.

Something flits across Etienne's face - suspicion, mayhap, and they say-- "I'm going to try and handle it. I'm. I don't know if it's a good idea for you to keep giving me that stuff."

"The sedative's non-habit-forming. It's better than alcohol, at least."

"I still shouldn't turn to something every time I'm distressed. It scares me. Depending on that."

"Then at least talk to me about what's bothering you."

Etienne looks at you through the mirror, not turning around. "It's not anything distinct. It's. Hands. Being pulled down into darkness. Being pinned down. Being unable to escape. Sometimes it's so real I feel it, getting slammed into a wall or onto the icy ground... and no matter how I struggle, I can't get free. So I start screaming."

"Etie..."

"Well, whatever. Everyone's got their shite." You hate this. How they mutter and retreat into themselves. They fold up into themselves and they don't come back.

(Your nightmares are of fire, of the Calamity. Lost in the woods, mother and father are gone, you can't find your brother's hand--)

Etienne shuffles resentfully into the silence. "Are you willing to tell me what you did on that mission?"

"Are you promising not to get angry when I tell you the details?"

Etienne lifts their chin. "I'll decide that when you tell me."

(You tell them. You don't tell them all of it. You don't tell them he's back.)

Happens to be that everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues You better watch what you dream

A few suns later, Etienne makes breakfast for you. That pink ruffly apron, but there's no singing this morning: just the sizzling pan. "Do you remember anything at all about last night?" they ask, plating up the little fish with fresh, fluffy rice. They loved that Doman cooking book you got them.

"Um..."

Etienne pours you scalding hot green tea. "I went looking for you. I gave that friend of yours quite a scare. I think maybe he thought I'd burn him alive." Etienne snorts. "I just made his tea boil a bit. When he told me the truth of what you two have been up to."

"Why would you--"

"Then I found you in the Quicksand. Chatting up someone else. Are you cheating on us both, darling?"

Your head's spinning as you try to braid the threads of last night back together. "That wasn't me--"

"No, it wasn't. I brought him back here. He was as awful to me as ever." Etienne accuses with swordlike jabs. "If he's back," they say, "Why did we do any of it? The ritual? I almost lost you then! Why did you make me do any of that if he was just going to come back?"

(Your head hurts.)

"You shouldn't have gone through my things," you hiss out. "There are things that you are better off not knowing!"

"Oh, like the fact you and that boy have a magical connection? Unlike anything either of you has ever experienced? And how you - the other you - is the most brilliant mind he's ever known? It's just like I said. Remember that? You said nothing was happening, but he's totally in love with you."

"It isn't like that."

"Tell that to him, then."

(Etienne never listens.)

"Even if there's something going on - it - it isn't with me and him, it's--"

"The other one. I know. The other one who threatened to kill me."

"He was just testing you."

"And that makes it better?"

"He's lashing out because you tried to destroy him."

"He started it. You said the ritual would fix you," Etienne rasps out a whisper. "I can't believe this. I can't believe we did all that and... I'm dragging someone wearing the body of my husband out of a seedy tavern. I looked like such a fool. I thought we fixed this."

"Maybe," you feel your voice dropping to a growl, "I never needed to be fixed."

You want to see the other side What's going on behind the eyes

(Last winter, you came out of a fog to Etienne staring at you, withdrawn into a calmly blank expression, their posture stiff.

"Why," they ask you, "Did you just threaten to murder me?"

You said, groggily, "What?"

And you explained it all. The splitting.

"How am I supposed to feel safe around you when there's - there's something inside you that wants to kill me?" Etienne asks, too steadily. "He knows everything about me that I've told you. He knows what I'm afraid of. This is a problem." They say, and they speak your name urgently.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, if - if he did."

"Oh, I wasn't scared," Etienne says, quietly and intensely. "I'm used to being around men who'd just as soon slit my throat as fuck me. Or one and then the other, with no particular preference of the order. I just didn't realize you were one of them.")

Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted

Here is one of the fights you've had more than once: your friend thought of a way to get rid of the other personality. Put him into another body.

"So we'd just take the body of someone who - what? Even if you found a willing subject, that would be killing someone." Etienne pulls their knees up to their chest, the water rippling. You're sitting at the edge of the bath. They seem to want to melt into the steam wafting off the surface. It makes them dewy. You're not sure if they're crying or not.

"No," you tell them, "We could put him into another body where the spirit had already returned to the Lifestream."

"That's necromancy. I won't do necromancy."

"We may have no other option."

"If you mess with corpses, you really won't have control over what ends up in there. You could be inviting something very, very bad in. You know that, don't you? What you're talking about is defiling the dead. It's a sin. It's a defiance of Nald'Thal's balance. It's a perversion of everything I believe. You know that. You shouldn't do it. Don't ask me to do it!"

"What if we have no other choice?"

Etienne stands up in the water, then, thinking to get out. They shout, "I can't do it! Don't ask me!" Their voice echoes and buzzes in the small space of the bath. The water ripples as they sink back down into it. They let the water bury them like a comfort blanket. "I'm - I'm sorry. Please just go away," they say in a tiny voice. "Let me think."

"I'll be outside."

Didn't you know we're as close as we can be?

In the end, what else could you do? Etienne didn't trust you to handle the situation. Etienne wouldn't participate in the most obviously effective ritual. Etienne was angry at you when the first attempt didn't work as planned. Etienne was an unstable, suicidal, dangerously alcoholic. It hadn't taken much time at all after the hospitalization for them to fall back on old ways.

They couldn't be trusted.

On the day you left to do it, you kissed their forehead, tucked the blankets all around them, and put strong wards on the doors after emptying another round of hidden bottles.

The sun's coming up She's pulled all the blankets over Curled in a ball Like she's hiding from me and That's when I know

Their voice comes over the linkpearl. There's a danger to it. "Why are there wards on the door, what are these?"

"It's the only way to keep you from drinking when I can't be there," you explain calmly.

Etienne sucks in a breath, and you brace for yelling. "You can't just lock me in here," they whisper. "I'm a person. I'm an adult. You have to let me out."

"I have somewhere to be for a few suns. You've food in there. You'll be alright. Sober up."

"Can't you call someone to come check on me? Rosa, or someone? Please, I can't - don't leave me here alone."

"I'm sorry, it was my only option. This can't wait."

She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up For terrible things I did to her in her dreams

The apartment is in poor shape when you return. It seems at several points Etienne attempted to magic the doorway and scorched the rug - or the levin sparked and started a fire - and they also attempted sheer brute force. One of the charming little kitchen chairs is splintered. But the Etienne you find is more like the Etienne you married. Ducking their head shyly, saying, "I'm really sorry... I'm sorry I relapsed, I'm weak."

"I'm sorry I had to do that," you say. The two of you hug desperately.

(You're sorry you had to do all of it.)

You want to see the other side What's going on behind the eyes

(You're sorry the first ritual failed. The softness and patience Etienne showed you then, when you were recovering, when you didn't remember them - they were just as sweet as they'd been when you first got married. When you first started dating. Before everything got so bad.)

Still it seems if you can't trust You can't be trusted

The night Etienne tried to kill themselves, you had a fight. It was about all those nights you went out, not telling them where you were going. "I can't keep doing this," Etienne said to you, staring up at the statue of Nald'thal in the Ossuary. "I can't." They speak your name with such quiet urgency. "I need time to think."

"Please," you beg, your eyes stinging. "Don't leave me." You grab their arm. They try to jerk away from the touch.

Their voice echoes loud in the Ossuary. "Don't bloody touch me when I’m upset! Please!"

You hold onto their arm harder. Their arm is so thin. They're slipping away from you. "Please don't leave, please don't be angry. Please...!"

"I'm not -- I'm not -- I just..."

You're sobbing.

"I'm sorry, darling," Etienne says, gently touching your face, your hair, "Let's go home."

You have a long conversation-argument at the apartment. You explain why the work is essential. They beg you to promise not to do things that put you in danger. You tell them you'll do your best. You don't like doing things that upset them, after all.

"I don't know what's wrong with me,” Etienne murmurs. “I feel hounded, I can't sleep. You're always so busy. Since the ritual and... since that... incident with Henri..."

"Are you guilty? Because of what happened?"

"I honestly just want to be alone," Etienne says. They are sitting at the desk about a yalm from you, but they're malms away. "So much has happened the last few moons. I need to figure it out."

"Do you mean traveling? I can't right now, with work -- and I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be on your own. I don't think you're alright on your own right now."

"True," Etienne says, lowering their head. They shuffle around in the desk, and your feel your face heat. Another bottle? Etienne whispers something, "You won't let me go," mayhap, and then. The letter opener.

Thank the Twelve you're a healer. Thank the Twelve you had the sedative. They beg you for it that night, after you stop the bleeding. They can’t sleep and they’re half mad, crying and ranting. And you take them to your co-worker Rosa in the morning. She takes Etienne away from you. Says they need to rest and recover under direct supervision. Etienne doesn't even want to see you at first, or perhaps it's that Rosa won't let you near them. She's the one who stipulated only short visits while Etienne recovers. She only lets you back after Etienne sleeps for two suns straight.

Didn't you know we're as close as we can be?

You remember the day you fell in love with Etienne. You both were sitting at the Quicksand. You had tea, they had orange juice, and another man sat down between you two at the table and made himself welcome. He asked you why you stuttered.

"While on the subject of questions, why are you so bloody rude?" Etienne asked. They said to you, "You don't have to answer that." And you smiled, feeling sunshine radiating out of every pore.

"I'm not the sort of man for relationships," Etienne said, later, as you walked down the streets of Ul'dah, over to the steps of the Ossuary. You offered to escort them to work, as though they needed it. "I've been through a lot. I don't even know if I can love anyone - it all seems like kind of a fool's errand, honestly. Men are... I've just met so many, many awful men."

You took their hand, and they look at you, surprised. "I can be patient," you promised them, "I can wait. I think you're worth it. I think you're worth trying for. I've never met anyone like you."

"Well, thank you, I suppose," Etienne says, their lips twisting as they hold back skeptical laughter. "Let’s promise one another, though - let’s be honest with one another about how this going. If someone else catches your fancy, or I do something you don't like, please just tell me. You wouldn't believe how many times I got hauled out of a nobleman's bed by a surprised wife. As if it's my fault their marriage is falling apart! I don't want anything like that, alright? No silly secrets!”

"Promise."

“Not that I imagine we'll get married. I'm really not the type." Etienne laughs at the sky. “What am I doing?!”

Hello.

#writing #asks #ic #past #maybeimawhale

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tegamisim · 4 years

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Sorry for not posting screenshots/gameplay lately. I think i’ve lost insp for the game little with it being so slow with all the cc and me being too lazy to delete some. I will get back to it though or try another save! I still have Kasvimaa BACC too and i haven’t updated that for three months because i haven’t had ANY insp for it rip...

#I kind of want to make whole new game folder with much less cc and play around with it #without deleting the other saves of course #but i'm so attached to Huntsville that idk how i can manage that ;_;

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patdevilles · 5 years

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Drunken Shenanigans Ensue⤵

Misty and Cordelia get drunk and act like fools in their own back yard.

Super rough draft but I got a wild bit of insp to write this and editing might kill that so I’m gonna just post it as it. Read on Ao3 or under the cut!

“THUNDER ON- OOPS,” she exclaimed loudly, stumbling mid-song, “ONLY HAPPENS WHEN ITS RAIIINING!”

“Misty,” Cordelia reached out a hand to shush her companion. “Misty shhhhh! The girls are sleeping. They'll hear you.” She giggled when she realized she put her hand on Misty’s forehead rather than her mouth.

Misty elbowed Cordelia’s side, attempting a whisper, but maintaining her current volume. “You don’t care about that any other night. HA!”

She let out a belly laugh while trying to lower her voice and hold herself up against the gate entrance in the backyard as Cordelia finagled with the lock. Cordelia attempted a disapproving expression to no avail and broke into laughter. “Sorry Dee!!! I’m s-so so sorry. Is this better?” she managed to say, half-yelling.

The Supreme was still trying to find the right key to open the lock a few minutes later. “Oh gods, Misty. You know what,” she whispered, “we might be drunk!”

“That’s some fancy detective work, Miss Supreme.”

“Yooou’ve been spending too much time with Madison,” the Supreme managed to slur out while laughing and holding a key up to the street light to examine it.

The younger witch saw what she considered an easy solution to their problem, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She found a solid grip on the top of chain link fence while Cordelia still looked downward at her keys, studying them intently.

“Oh, haha, duh,” she said to herself, “its the key that has ‘FENCE’ written on it. That was genius of past me.” A moment later she looked up from her hands to see the swamp witch attempting to climb over the fence. “Hey Misty, I foun- oh my stars, Misty get down from there!”

Paying no mind to the older witch, she continued her path over the fence. “My dear! My sweet nectarine! You are forgetting that I, Misty Day, survived out in the wilderness for years. Ain’t no fence ever stopped me before and it surely ain’t gonna stop me n-“ She plopped over to the other side. “Ouch!”

Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh at the swamp witch, who was firmly planted on the ground after her quest over the fairly small barrier. She walked over, crouching down to face Misty from her side of the fence. “I just thought of something. We could’ve just poofed,” she snapped her fingers, suddenly appearing beside Misty, “ourselves to the other side.”

Misty stared at her for a moment. “Hey, are you a witch or somethin’?”

The witches looked at each other blankly for a moment and broke down into laughter in the yard.

“Delia, my ass is wet.”

“Oh, miss swamp queen isn’t so tough now is she? C'mon,” she said poking Misty in the arm teasingly.

Cordelia stood up first and offered her hand to Misty, suggesting they go inside and sleep since they were, in fact, very drunk. Misty took the hand willingly and the two walked arm in arm to the porch where they were faced with the daunting task of climbing up the stairs. Cordelia made it about half way up before she realized Misty had escaped her.

“Oh, shit. Misty?” She asked quietly.

No answer. She called out a little louder the second time.

Still no answer. The Supreme decided the best course of action was to carefully walk down the stairs and make her way to the green house across the lawn, or back to the pathway they walked up. Maybe she lost Misty in one of the bushes, she thought. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Cordelia treaded down the stairs with caution, hopeful of keeping her balance. When she reached solid ground, she moved to her left to peek around the corner for her girlfriend. “Misty? Seriously, where are you?”

All of a sudden, Cordelia felt the shocking sensation of her whole back getting soaked. She let out a yelp and turned around to find Misty with the water hose pointed at her.

“WHEEEN THE RAIN WASHES YOU CLEAN YOU’LL KNOOOOW,” the swamp witch sang out loudly, steadily pointing the nozzle at Cordelia.

Unsure if she was amused or mildly annoyed, she ran up to Misty in an attempt to get her to stop singing so loudly and abate the stream of water directed toward her. However, she was just as loud as Misty. “You’ll wake the girls!”

“Like I said, you don’t care about that any other niiiiight!”

Cordelia faced the swamp witch. “Please, Misty. Let’s go inside. It’s late.”

Misty yawned and nodded, releasing the hose over to Cordelia. She took the hose from the swamp witch and raised herself on her tip toes, somewhat unsteadily, to kiss her girlfriend.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around Misty’s strong torso where she nuzzled her face into the taller woman's chest for a moment. “But payback is a bitch!”

“Huh? Ahh!” Misty screamed when she felt the cold spray of water under her shirt. “Cordelia!”

Quite proud of herself, Cordelia haphazardly chased Misty around with a water hose creating a muddy mess of the yard. It didn’t help that the rainy days prior had already saturated the ground. Their water fight lasted but a few minutes before Misty could best Cordelia. She took her chance when Cordelia settled down into the soaked earth to catch her breath. Upon opening her eyes, Cordelia saw her beautiful, tall girlfriend standing above her.

“I thought you said you were tired, hmm?”

“I am.” She said breathing heavily. "It’s almost two in the morning, if I had to guess.”

Misty lowered herself over Cordelia, digging her knees into mud. “We’ll see about that,” she whispered before gently capturing her girlfriend’s lips with her own. The wet heat from their mouths contrasted that of the cool water on their skin. Both women could feel the goose bumps forming on their bodies in response. Cordelia pulled the taller blonde into her, deepening the kiss. Misty pressed her hips harder into Cordelia each time their tongues met. She let out a small moan.

“Misty, baby, maybe we can finish this inside. Preferably without clothes.”

Misty, eager to finish what she had started, agreed. “Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she drawled, raising an eyebrow. “I like that a lot.”

#foxxay #goodeday #misty day #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #fic #american horror story #ahs: coven #ahs: apocalypse #3am posting whoop #my headcannon is that misty is an absolute little shit when she's drunk #anyway thanks if you read it! ily!

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ashlinnjarnheim · 5 years

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INDEFINITE HIATUS.

Fun fact: I’ve been trying to write this for over forty minutes, and nothing good is coming out of it, so I’ll just do what I do best and talk nonstop about my problems while trying to tell you about something (mildly?) serious. Maybe that’ll help.

For those who don’t know, my main account, tyrionslannister – the one I had for almost three years and which contained most of my writing work, none of it backed up because I’m apparently really stupid – got terminated on the 8th. Tumblr emailed me back on Monday, but due to a problem with my email address, I don’t believe I’ll be getting it back, so I’ve been working on letting go of my hope lmao

That blog was many things, but, most of all, it was my escape from real life. Lbr, roleplaying always helped me with that, and when I finally came to Tumblr I felt like I’d found a whole new world (Aladdin reference intended). I never thought I’d someday come here to say ‘hey everyone, thanks for the memories, but my time has come and I must leave’. At some point, this website became a priority in my life.

And I didn’t realize that until last friday, when I lost everything. Okay, it would’ve probably hurt either way, but it shouldn’t have sent me spiraling into one of the most awful anxiety crisis I’ve ever had. And I shouldn’t have been stressing over it for the past week. Losing work is awful, but as the person behind it, I know I can do everything all over again. I shouldn’t have treated it like the end of the world. Yet, here we are, and I’m being dramatic online again. Sigh.

The reason I’m writing this is: I entertained the idea of starting over with a new blog. I mean, I could do it all again. I could set up new themes and char blogs and continue playing all my beloved plots and ships, and I’d eventually forget about what I’d lost, or at least stop suffering over it. I could redo all my replies (ugh, I’d finally answered everyone after months, and then everything disappeared, because my life’s just that great).

I could do that. But I won’t.

I don’t know how many people know about this, but just a couple months ago I was rejected by my dream uni. That meant I had to do what I dreaded the most, and go back to school. My classes started last Monday, and that’s when I finally realized: I won’t manage it. Redoing replies, char blogs, the main blog itself... It’d take a lot of work and time I won’t have to spare. I have to actually focus this time, because if I have to do another year of school after this... Eek. Let’s not talk about that.

With that said, I almost never gave up a plot before. And, tbqh, I don’t want to give up all of them. I love my characters as if they were my children. (Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration. I wouldn’t know, I don’t have kids.) So I won’t say I’m quitting, but I’ll be putting them on hold... For which will probably be the longest of times.

I’m not sure about that, because I’m unpredictable as shit and it’s very possible for me to come back in a month and say, “you know what, fuck it” and just start rebuilding, but this termination has given me a new perspective, by which I mean it showed me I gotta get a grip on my life. I am almost sure I’ll be here reblogging ship insp and sending you drabbles from time to time, because this girl does not live without her drabbles. (I won’t post them privately on Tumblr this time, though. Who knows what they can do with this account.) But I can’t promise to be an active partner, at least not for the next 10 months or so. And that’s a hell of a long time, which is why I understand it if you wanna drop our plots.

Aaaaand, while I don’t have time for Tumblr (so many things for me to set up!), I also don’t live without a few threads. So, if you’re the kind of person who plays through WhatsApp, *wink wink*. Hmu. We can work things out. (Although I’ll probably only answer monthly or some shit because I’m an AWFUL human being. God, I’m sorry.)

Additionally, to partners & mutuals I just tagged here because I love talking to and don’t wanna lose contact, if you ever wanna hit me up but don’t know where else to find me (I deleted Tumblr from my phone, so I’ll also take a while to answer IMs here eep), I’m _laurahi on both Twitter and Instagram, laurahi8 on Pinterest, and hissnake 🐍#8651 on Discord. And, of course, you can always message me for my number. :)

@berensaats @yas-suo @scumbag1x1 @shierazade @monique1x1 @harleysqvinn @bellawrits @dandelionsx @hxzel1x1 @lullyandher1x1 @stefanosvalentinis @nahshedidnot @hopeplots @glimmrglcss @thelovelyonewitch @06thelovers @capituwrites @yujuus @livplots @sammyroleplays @goldrosc @latristereina

#another fun fact: i express myself better in english #why? the world may never know #ugh there's this one partner whose url i cannot remember #her name's kat and she played a char named graham against my aiden ):#also i'm sorry for my mutuals who are not my rp partners and had to read through all this lmao

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chezzkaa · 5 years

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 2100+

Date posted: 18 Nov 2018

Megan Pottsman Missing 17/12/2015 - Found 22/12/2015 Body, female. 10 yo. Found 500 meters past tree line. Blunt force trauma. Lacerations across torso, shoulders, base of skull. Clear Bear Attack. No labs required.

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Interview with Mathew. D. Pottsman (Father) Interviewer: Officer G. Sorola Supervisor: Det. Insp. M. Hullum 17/12/2015 03:37am

Sorola: Hello, Mr. Pottsman, I’m Officer Sorola. I’m going to ask you some questions relating to your daughter’s disappearance. Please remember that you will need to tell us everything so that we can do our jobs.

Pottsman: Yeah, okay. I can do that.

Sorola: And you’re alright with being recorded?

Pottsman: Yes.

Sorola: Then lets get started. Mr. Pottsman, when was the last time you saw Megan?

Pottsman: Probably at dinner the night she went missin’. I made her favourite, and she wanted to watch TV. I went to do some reading and left her watching some cartoon show.

Sorola: Is that all?

Pottsman: I heard her.

Sorola: Pardon?

Pottsman: I heard her. There was a knock on the door and she answered it. I heard her tell me she was going out, and that’s the last of it. Told her to come back before the snow got too bad. When the street lamps came on. But she… she didn’t.

Sorola: Any ideas as to which of her friends it was?

Pottsman: … no.

Sorola: No?

Pottsman: That’s what I said. I don’t know which friend it was.

Sorola: So, please let me know if I’ve somehow misunderstood you. You let your 10 year old daughter leave the house with someone you assume to have been a friend, of who you don’t know, in the middle of a brewing snow storm? And, more importantly,you made no effort to check on your daughter and her friend for yourself.

Pottsman: No, no now you’re making it sound like I wanted her to leave. Like I don’t love my daughter!

Sorola: I haven’t said anything of the sort.

Pottsman: You don’t have too! You’re sat right in front of me acting all high and mighty. You know what? It’s my fault. There, I said it. It’s all my fault. I was a shitty dad and now my daughter is missing. If Megan doesn’t come back I’m going to be the one that’s killed her. Not whoever took her, not the weather. Not some wild animal. Me, cus I couldn’t bring myself to be a good dad.

Sorola: Mr. Pottsman, please. No one here is accusing you of anything. Right now this is a missing persons case and we’re doing everything we can to locate your daughter. That includes interviewing everyone that came into contact with her before the incident. The person who you claim to have knocked on the door is a prime suspect, and possibly the last person to have seen Megan. Is she likely to have left with an adult?

Pottsman: I don’t think so. She understood stranger danger.

Sorola: What about an adult she recognised?

Pottsman: Listen here, officer. Everyone in this town knows everyone. We’re friends with every family here cus we all go to that damn community garden thing. Megan gets along with all of them, even that new carpenter down the street. She baked him some cookies cus she was worried he wouldn’t have any friends, ha, she told him to go to the garden cus she though he’d get along with the large guy. What’s his name? Jack? He was over the freakin’ moon when he fixed up our neighbours house and she brought them out with a little card she’d made.

Sorola: New carpenter? Are you talking about Haywood?

Pottsman: Hmm? Yeah, him. Stand up bloke. You don’t think it was him, do you? Oh god, Megan told him to hang around with the other kids.

Sorola: No, we don’t believe he is involved. His alibi is airtight. He is accounted for outside his home at the time Megan disappeared. We currently have no suspects, which is why we’re talking to you.

Pottsman: So you do think I did it!

Sorola: Please, we’ve been over this.

Pottsman: I - I… okay. No, okay. I’m sorry. My nerves are just - it’s been a long few hours. I’ve smoked a pack. A whole pack, can you believe it? I haven’t smoked in years, and now I can’t sit still without something between my damn fingers.

Sorola: It’s perfectly normal to revert into old habits when you’re nervous.

Pottsman: Nervous? No, no the claw marks on my neighbour’s porch that’ve now turned up on mine make me nervous. The snow and that bleedin’ livestock massacre that’s going on either side of my home makes me nervous. But my daughter being missing? I’m fucking terrified. I’m so scared I can’t see straight. I just - I can’t. Everytime I close my eyes I can hear that damn knocking. I should have gotten the door. Jumped that fucking railing so Meg didn’t have to open it. It should’ve been me. Oh god, it should’ve been me.

“Hey Michael,” you call over your shoulder, fanning out the photos of the tiny body covered in blood and curled in the snow. “I think I’ve found another one.”

His head pops up over the stack of files he’s working through, eyes encased in growing bags. Sat cross legged in the evidence locker, he’d long since abandoned the confines of a desk. “What’s the date?”

“She was found on the 17th of December in 2015.”

He whistles, glancing down to the timeline at his feet and following the numbers with his finger. “Got it! Gimme a name.”

“Megan Pottsman,” you read off, peering at a shot of her on a medical table. Body bloated, skin crossed with blues and bruises.

“She’s an early one.”

“She’s the 3rd we’ve found in 2015,” you murmur, bringing the photo you hold closer. “Happened before Jeremy moved here, too. He arrived in 2016, I think? This victim was put down as a bear attack.”

Michael perks up, shuffling over to you and sifting through the file. He stops on one of the same set of photos you’re trying to make sense of, lost in the line carving across skin. “Doesn’t look like a bear.”

“Bears rarely attack people, too,” you add. “Get this: her dad said in an interview that she went out with someone that knocked on the door. He thought it was a friend, and look at the lacerations. They’re not quite like the ones on the victims we’ve got, by they’re a damn lot closer to the markings on entryways of Pottsman’s home and the neighbours.”

“You’re right!” Michael exclaims, “this is the third body with similar markings. And his testimony puts the knocking and the scratches in the same timeframe as the missing person.”

“Is there a photo of her from behind?” you ask, rifling through the contents, urged on by the burn smouldering at the base of your skull. Irritation thick around your throat. It takes a moment for you to find, but eventually the gloss of the image you’re searching for sticks to your fingers.

“Here,” says Michael, plucking the picture from your hand and lining it up with the other 2 photos of the 2015 victims, all presenting their necks.

Drawing closer it gets harder to breathe. With an uncomfortable constricting sensation that tightens your throat - of which you blatantly try to ignore - you take in the wounds. It’s not hard to recognise them anymore. The tell tale signs are obvious after having witnessed them so many times. The slightly blacked curl of the incision located at the base of the skull. The raw irritation circling the neck. Sure, their skulls hadn’t been removed like the later victims, but they matched the earliest cases you had, clumsy as the wounds may be.

“This is fantastic. That ties our killer to the body!”

Michael doesn’t even question you with a funny look, equally excited. “Perfect in the worst possible way, but absolutely awesome. We’ve finally got an undeniable link between the Widow ghost story knocking bullshit and the killer. Meaning analysing the scratches on doorways and comparing them to the body lacerations will help with determining the murder weapon!”

You’re nodding, compiling the evidence into a seperate box and pointing to Michael with a determined finger. “You got Jackie’s number?”

He rockets into standing. “You bet your ass I do!”

“Then call her, damn it. With this information she’ll be able to confirm the correlation between the new victims and the scratches, prove that we should be looking into the possibility of a copycat killer for the Widow of the Woods. We’ll finally prove to Jeremy that he’s a fucking idiot for not listening! We can do this.”

“We can fucking do this!”

“I’m absolutely exhausted! I’m going home.”

“Me too!”

“Nope,” you reject, beaming at him and handing over the box, “you’re going to face the beast.”

“How dare you call Jackie a beast?”

“Jackie? Hell no. I’m talking about Jeremy. You can tell him he’s wrong, I value my life.”

The walk home is everything you could have asked for. Cold enough for the wind to nip at the skin lining your cheeks, to gnaw on your nose until it’s red raw; but warm enough in the burrow of your clothing. And isolated enough to gather your thoughts into something you can almost excuse for a pile.

Because as the snow starts to dance, the streets clear. Families giggling with eager children into shelter, doors closing with audible snaps and warm orange light flooding from the windows. Even the distant figure of Ryan, of who you raise a hand to wave to as he sits stagnant on his front porch watching the white caught on the wind, stands to head inside. You don’t blame him. Continuing past until the store disappears behind you.

It’s quiet, which is nice. A welcome change to the mayhem that’s been inhabiting your mind so frequently. Chaos causing havoc and a constant stream of uncontrollable chatter. Hands buried deep in your pockets, it’s with every turn of your charmed stones that you realise just why it’s been so loud inside you head. Why you haven’t tried to instate some silence.

Because, if you had, you’d remember her.

Which, honestly, isn’t ideal with an open serial homicide case running rampant through your priorities.

And again, now that you’ve mentioned honesty to yourself, you can’t avoid the reason why you’re so frustrated with Jeremy. Why you want to take him by the shoulders and shake, desperate to hear the rattle of common sense. Of a failure you’ve both shared, and the experience you seem to have taken away while he’s remained as stubborn as ever. If he keeps going the way he is, refusing to explore a potential lead because it seems implausible, or silly, or pointless, someone else is going to die.

The crunching of snow beneath your boots works wonders, sound enough to ease the panic bubbling just below the surface. Every few steps draws in a deep, freezing breathe. Calm with every recount of ‘left foot, right foot, repeat’. Doused in the glow of happy homes and flanked by snow banks, it all starts to make sense. There’s an uncomfortably misplaced relief at the prospect of connecting the things you knew to be related all along, the links between the scratches, knocking, and missing children now so solid that people can’t ignore it.

So solid that you can’t question your sanity anymore, because the evidence is clear as day. Paranormal or otherwise. The Widow of the Woods, or the story at least, had a role to play. Of that you were sure.

The lodge comes into view after a few more minutes of quiet walking, nothing but the wind accompanying its breech above the snow. Through the windows comes the compassionate glow of Lauren’s summertime; of warmth and comfort and family as she spins in Trevor’s arms, the pair laughing and dancing in the firelight. The hum of music trembling into the snow. Wrapped in the intoxication of togetherness, of the overwhelming love they have for one another - that same love that greets you at the door as you ease off your shoes and unravel from your layers.

But you don’t bother them, not yet, anyway. Instead watching them claim the living room as a dancefloor, Lauren’s sunshine caught in Trevor’s gaze that looks as though he can’t thank the stars enough for the beauty he holds in his hands. Can’t tell the woman with shining cheeks and a smile that brightens the room just how wonderful she is. How she glows whenever he so much as throws her a glance, or fractures into rays of gold when he smiles. Her happiness so warm and inviting that it throbs around her body, casting those she loves in her own light. And as he looks at her now, it’s like words won’t be enough.

That nothing will be, which is why he’ll never stop trying.

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5. The Shadow... The true self...

Philemon seems to enjoy seeing his Wild Cards live on with their lives…

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Persona 4 Golden X FeMC!Reader

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Yosuke ran towards you.

“Whoa... Wh-What was that!?" He asked, astounded. "Did I hear you say 'Persona'!? What was it-I mean, what did you do!?" You shrugged, not really caring what happened.

"Hey, you think I can do it too...?"

"Calm down, Yosuke. You're troubling Sensei!" Teddie said.

"S-Sensei...?" Yosuke said, unsure.

"Gosh almighty! You're amazing, Sensei! I am one impressed bear! I can't believe you were hiding such an amazing power! No wonder the Shadows were scared of you!" Teddie gasped. "Are you the one who's able to bring people into this world?" You nodded.

"Hah! That's what I thought! This is really something." He turned to Yosuke. "Don't you think so, Yosuke?"

"Dude," He pushed Teddie, which led him to fall down then back up his feet. "you call her Sensei and then don't show me any respect!?" Yosuke yelled.

"Sorry..." Teddie hung his head low.

"W-Well, you're support wasn't bad, though. I gotta give you some credit for that."

"Huh? R-Really...?" Teddie giggled, blushing.

"All right, you two keep it up, and I think we'll be fine from here on out. Now let's get back to the investigation!" You three went towards the entrance, examining the place.

"Man... I wonder what could have happened to Senpai here." You were about to enter the shop until you hear voices somewhere.

"I wish Junes would go under..." A woman's voice said. "It's all because of that store..."

"Wh-What the...?" Yosuke said.

"Oh, I heard that Konishi-san's daughter is working there." Another woman's voice said.

"Oh my... How could she, with her family's business suffering like it is...?"

"I heard their sales have gone downhill because of Junes."

"S-Stop it..." Yosuke muttered.

"That poor father... to have his own daughter working for the enemy. What a troublesome child."

Yosuke finally lost it. "Hey... Hey, Ted!" Teddie turned to him. "You said that this place is reality for those that are here, right!? So... does that mean this was Senpai's reality when she wandered in here...?"

"I... only know what's over here." Teddie said.

"Fine..." You two steadily looked up. "Whatever's going on here... We'll find out ourselves!" Together, you ventured inside the store. The smell of alcohol grew stronger when you entered. Barrels upon barrels of liquor were stacked until reaching the ceiling. A few banners hung on counters, crates, or hung on the wooden beams. You knew this was Konishi-san's family liquor store but it felt like another attachment inside the TV. Suddenly you hear more voices.

"Dammit, not again..." Yosuke muttered.

“Saki, how many times do I have to tell you!?" A middle-aged man's voice said.

"I-Is this... Senpai's dad...?" Yosuke said. You shrugged. "You know what the neighbors say about you, right!? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You're the eldest daughter of a family who's owned this store for generations! Is it the money? Or did you meet some guy there? Just tell me why you have to work THERE, of all places!"

"I... I can't believe this... She said she had fun at work... She never said anything like this to me..." He yelled up at the ceiling, "You're telling me THIS is how Senpai really saw things!?"

"Yosuke, calm down." You said. He suddenly ran towards the counter. On top were a messy pile of photos.

"These photos... Hey... Is this...?" He picked up one. "It's the photo we took the other day with the other part-timers at Junes... Wh-Why's it cut up like this...?" You took a glance and saw Saki smiling in what was left of the photo. Yosuke stood next to her.

"I... never had the chance to say it..." A familiar voice said.

"Is that... Senpai's voice!?" Yosuke said.

"I always wanted to tell Hana-chan..."

"Huh...? Me...?"

"... that he was a real pain in the ass." Yosuke, in astonishment, dropped the photo. "I was nice to him just because he was the store manager's son, that's all... But he takes it completely the wrong way and gets all enthusiastic... What a dip."

"P-Pain in the ass...?" Yosuke muttered.

"Who cares about Junes, anyway? Because of that store, our business is ruined, my parents hate me, the neighbors talk behind my back... I wish everything would just disappear..."

"I-It's a lie... This can't be..." He raised his lungs at the ceiling. "Senpai's not like that...!"

"It's," Someone sniffed. "so sad... I feel so sorry for myself... Boo hoo..." You turned and saw... another Yosuke? No, he was different. His eyes were glaring golden with madness. "Actually, I'm the one who thinks everything's a pain in the ass." He laughed madly.

Teddie finally caught up. "H-Huh? Two Yosuke's...?" The real Yosuke ran up to his twin. "Who are you!?" He demanded. "I-I wouldn't think that..." He laughed again.

"Yeah, right. How long are you going to keep deluding yourself? Screw the shopping district, and Junes too! You're sick of everything, especially living out in the sticks!"

"What're you saying...? That's not true, I-"

"You put on a good show of being carefree and happy-go-lucky 'cause you're so terrified of being alone. The more the merrier, right? You've gotta be surrounded by people to block out the pain of isolation. And what's this about checking out this world for Saki-senpai's sake? Hah! I know the real reason you came snooping..."

Real Yosuke shook his head. "S-Stop it!" The twin laughed again.

"Why so panicked? I thought I was just spouting bullshit! Or maybe... I DO know everything you're thinking! Why's that...? Because I AM you! You just came because you thought it sounded like a good time! What else is there to do out in this shithole? A world inside the TV-now that's exciting! You didn't have a single other reason for coming here, did you!?"

Yosuke kept shaking his head. "That's not true... Stop... Stop it..."

"You're just trying to act like a big shot... If all went well, hey, maybe you could even be a hero! And that Senpai you were so sweet on? Her death was the perfect excuse!"

"That's not true! What are you!? Who are you!?" He chuckled.

"I already told ya. I'm you... Your Shadow... There's nothing I don't know about you!"

"Screw that! I don't know you! You can't be me, you son of a bitch!!"

Other Yosuke laughed, only this time it was louder, more menacing, resonating with the bottled up feelings inside Yosuke.

"That's right! Say it again!"

"Y-You're not me...! You're nothing like me!"

"Hmph. Yeah, that's right. I am me now. I'm not you anymore, see?" Then Shadow Yosuke glowed with a tornado of Shadow mist. When it cleared, Yosuke fainted. What stood was a frog with a wide, triangular smile, on top was a black figure wearing a red flowing scarf and disproportionately large, yellow-gloved hands.

"I am a Shadow... The true self..." It said, looking down at you. "I'll crush everything that bores me... Starting with you!" He pointed menacingly at you. The frog jumped and landed, ripping off a strong wind that knocked you over. He laughed maniacally. You grit your teeth and stood up, your Arcana on your grasp,

"Zio!" You yelled as Izanami thrusts her palm as an arc of lightning struck the Shadow. It dazed it, then you clubbed it with your golf club.

"You're gonna pay for that, brat!" He swung his giant fists at you. You ducked under one but got hit at the other, flying until your back hit the post. You groaned in pain as you sat up.

"Sensei, be careful!" Teddie yelled from afar. You crushed your Arcana again, sending another lightning blast. The damn thing jumped away, releasing another strong wind but this time, you braced yourself together with Izanami. It didn't blow you back like last time but it still hurt you.

"Teddie, any ideas!?" You yelled, dodging another fist.

"It's weak against lightning! Try hitting it again!" He flailed behind a barrel.

"Zio!" Lightning struck it, making it dazed again.

"Cleave!" You ran towards it, still dazed, with Izanami copying your every move. Then you slashed it, breaking your club in the process, but destroying it, dissolving into black mist until it reverted back to its copy of Yosuke.

Yosuke groaned as he stood up. You and Teddie ran up to him.

"Yosuke, are you okay!?" Teddie said.

"Y-Yeah... What... happened...?" Yosuke said. Teddie glanced behind him which he turned and saw Shadow Yosuke.

"You... You're... not me..."

"That thing came from you, Yosuke..." Teddie said. "You have to admit it... or it'll go berserk again..." He seemed reluctant to accept it.

"You're still you, Yosuke." You said. "Even if you seem to see everything boring, you're still the same accident-prone Yosuke."

"Is that... supposed to be comforting?" He said. "Dammit... It hurts to face yourself..." He walked towards his Shadow.

"I knew it wasn't lying... But I was so ashamed that I didn't want to admit it... You're me... and I'm you. When you get down to it, all of this is me." Shadow Yosuke nodded as blue light surrounded him and manifested into another being. It was a short glimpse but you could tell that it was a disco frog. It turned into Yosuke's Arcana as blue light waved through him as well.

"This is my Persona..." He mumbled before crouching down in shame.

"When we heard Senpai's voice... I wonder if that was something Senpai had been keeping deep down inside." He laughed a little. "'He was a real pain in the ass,' huh? What a way to find out... Geez, this is so embarrassing..." He looked up at you.

"If you weren't here, I don't know what woulda happened... Thanks, (Name)." You pulled him up off the ground, muttering a 'No problem'.

"Hey, Teddie." Yosuke said. "Could Senpai have been attacked by her other self here? Like how it just happened to me?"

"I think so." Teddie said. "The Shadows here were originally born from humans. Sometimes the fog clears. Then they all go berserk... And you saw what happens next. A strong-willed Shadow draws others to it. And the big mass of Shadows kills the host."

"So that's why people die when it gets foggy in our world..." Yosuke stayed silent for a while until he sighed in defeat.

"You seem pretty tired, Yosuke. Let's get you out of here." You said. You led Yosuke out of the pretend Shopping District and went back to the studio. It was silent the whole trip except Teddie's squeaking feet.

"Hey, Teddie. You said that this place is reality for people who enter, right?" Yosuke said. "So that shopping district, and the weird room we saw before... Did they exist because the one's who died entered this world, and it became their reality?"

"What are you getting at?" You asked.

"I guess what I'm trying to ask is... Did those places form because of the people who entered this world?"

"I don't know. It's never happened before... But that's probably where they were when the Shadows attacked them." Teddie said.

"It was the same for them?" You said.

"The fog does lift here sometimes. The Shadows get really violent then. I always get so scared. I have to hide when it happens... I sensed people here twice before. But both of them disappeared after the fog lifted..."

"So let's get this straight..." Yosuke started. "Senpai and that Yamano lady were thrown in here, and since they couldn't get out, they wandered around..."

"That's right. Then their Shadows attacked them when the fog cleared. That sound right?" You said.

"So if I'd been here until the fog cleared, I woulda been in much deeper trouble?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure." Teddie said. "You were lucky. Sensei and me were here with you..."

"Dammit! Senpai and that announcer... They were stuck here all alone... No one could save them..." Yosuke said.

"Yosuke..." Teddie muttered. "They disappeared when the fog lifted. But they were safe before that. No Shadows attacked them. They attacked us though... Maybe they're keeping a close eye on us. They might see people who investigate this place as enemies... It'll be dangerous, but we might be able to fight them! We might save people!" Both you and Yosuke's eyes widened.

"Are you saying, if anyone else gets thrown in here, we can save them before they disappear!?" Yosuke said. "Like how you guys just saved me!?"

"We need to find the culprit." You said.

"Anyways... We need to catch the one's who's throwing people in here and make him stop. Yeah... I'm finally starting to understand what's going on."

"U-Um... C-Can I ask something too...?" Teddie asked. "If Shadows are born from humans, what was Teddie born from?"

"You don't even know where you came from!? How should we know?" Yosuke said.

"I know some things. Mostly about this world... But I don't know anything about myself. To be honest, I never thought about it until now..."

"Are you serious...? No wonder we couldn't get a straight answer out of you..."

"Will you guys... come back here..?" You could hear sadness and desperation in his voice.

"Of course. We made a promise, didn't we?" You said, smiling a bit.

"You'll... keep your word?" Teddie said, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"Well, you're the one who said you weren't letting us out unless we do." Yosuke said. Teddie, out of nowhere, hugged you as tightly as he mustered with his arms. Yosuke stood, wide-eyed. He had that feeling in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Nor did he like Teddie purring against your stomach.

On your side, you didn't know what to do but awkwardly hug Teddie back. You didn't know what came over him but he was probably just overjoyed by having somebody to help him. Besides, his fur was really soft...

Before you could touch his ears, he pulled back. "Oh! Th-That's right! Okay, I'll let you out. But there's one thing. I'll be waiting for you guys here. You need to come in from the same place every time. So we can meet up."

"From the same place... You mean the TV at Junes...?" You asked.

"You could come in from somewhere else. But then you won't end up here. You might show up somewhere I couldn't get to you. Then you'd be doomed..." He elongated the 'doomed' part. "Got it!?"

"Well, pretty much..." Yosuke said, relieving the feeling out of him. "Alright, can you show us the way out?"

"Roger that! One exit comin' right up!" He walked towards the center and tapped his feet. In a puff of smoke, the three stacks of TVs where there. You two went near them.

"Cool... First we need to make sure there aren't any employees milling around there..." Yosuke said. Teddie ran behind you and pushed you inside.

"Okay! Go go go! Squiiiish!" He said before sending the two of you to Junes.

"Argh! Hey! Stop squeezing, you little--Whoa!" Yosuke said before warping in the tunnel of rectangles and landing on the cold floor of the electronics department. Chie was there, sitting on the floor where you two appeared. Soon she started crying.

"Y-You guys came back...!" She started crying.

"Huh? Chie? Whoa, what's with that face?" Yosuke asked. She stood up and angrily threw the pile of rope at Yosuke.

"You morons! I can't believe you guys! You both suck!" She yelled before crying again. "The rope got cut off... I had no idea what to do... I was so worried... I mean scared stiff, dammit!" She yelled at the end. "I hate you both!" She stormed off out of there. Yosuke stood up and groaned.

"I... I think that kinda mighta sorta been our fault. Maybe we did go a little too far... Let's apologize to her tomorrow. I'm completely wiped out... I'm gonna go home, soak in the shower for a while, and get some sleep. I think... I'm gonna sleep well tonight." He ran a hand through his hair and laughed a little.

"Well, see you in the morning!"

You nodded and left Junes. It was still raining outside and opened your umbrella. You walked in the dull rain into the Samegawa flood plain and you were surprised you saw Yukiko sitting under the gazebo, wearing a pink kimono. A red umbrella was at her side. You decided to sit with her for a while when she saw you.

"Oh... Are you surprised to see me dressed this way? My parents sent me out on an errand..." She said. "Um... Are you getting used to your new town and school?"

You shrugged. "Somewhat."

"Really...? But... It must be difficult, moving to a place you know nothing about. I've never been out of Inaba, so I wouldn't know what it's like to transfer to a new school... Oh! Are you getting along with Chie? I mean, I always leave early, so... Umm..." She struggled to find the right words.

"We're getting along." You said.

"I'm glad to hear that." She said, smiling."Chie is very supportive, you know. It's always her who gives me the little extra push I need. We had homeroom together last year too, and I still remember how we'd cut class sometimes." She suddenly remembered something.

"Oh... I should get going. I need to make tomorrow's arrangements with our head chef. Our inn can't function without me right now." She stood up and took her umbrella. "Um... I'll see you at school, then."

Evening

"Dad's late..." Nanako muttered. You two were watching some crappy commercials with a juice box in front of Nanako and a steamy cup of (hot drink) in front of you. The TV turned to the news.

"Our next story is an update in our ongoing report on the bizarre murders occurring in Inaba. At around 7:00 A.M., local high school student Saki Konishi was found dead in Inaba's residential area. Since the body was positioned similarly to the last victim, and since Ms. Konishi was the one who discovered that body... Police are proceeding under the assumption that this may be a serial murder case related to the death of Mayumi Yamano. The coroner's report has established Ms. Konishi's time of death at around 1:00 A.M. last night. The body went unnoticed until this morning as a result of the heavy fog blanketing the area."

"Another incident..." Nanako muttered. "Dad won't be coming home tonight."

"I'll be here with you." You reassured.

"... I'll be okay. Can you help me do some stuff around the house?" You were a bit surprised. Nanako is so reliable even for her age. You didn't know how long her father had to work and left her alone since. You made a mental note to ask him this.

"... Amagi Inn, located upstream of Samegawa River, is the town's oldest historical landmark." The narrator said. "Vacationers are often known to travel surprising distances in order to visit its open-air, radium-rich hot springs." Soon the reporter came in view.

"After the incident with Ms. Yamano, the manager has stepped aside, leaving her daughter Yukiko to fill her shoes." The screen panned to Yukiko, still wearing the same kimono.

"In other words, she's a manager who's still in high school. Now that has a nice ring to it... Let's see if we can interview her. Excuse me!"

Yukiko turned. "Hm...? Um... Are you speaking to me?" She said nervously.

"We've heard that you're the new manager. Is it true you're still in high school?"

"Oh, well, I'm only filling in temporarily..."

"Someday, though... That aside, wow! You're looking gorgeous in that kimono. You must have had a lot of male visitors."

"Huh? No, um..."

Throughout the reporter's rambles, your blood boiled. He was acting like a total pervert and the crew did nothing to stop him. If you were in Yukiko's place you would've punched the man square in the face. You wondered how Yukiko must be feeling right now.

"... This is boring." Nanako said. "Oh, I need to do the dishes..." She stood up and walked towards the sink. You stood up as well and decided to help out with the housework. You two decided that you would wash and Nanako would dry.

"It goes a lot faster when there are two people washing the dishes." Nanako said.

You smiled a bit. "Yes it does, Nanako."

#start of a new fool #persona 4 #yosuke hanamura x reader #kanji tatsumi x reader #teddie x reader #kuma x reader

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