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#like ik that my sister is gonna take care of me and I have nothing to worry about because she already told me that everyone is nice
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sighs. im gonna try and stop thinking about it bcs its making me miserable but ive ended up putting (almost) all my christmas stuff from my mother into a bag and shoving it into a corner so i dont have to look at it anymore
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muichirosfavv · 10 months
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Scaramouche x Reader
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(Shh ik that’s Wanderer in the gif🤫🤫)ANGST!! This story is based off my fav Taylor swift song 😝
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But I’m right where you left me.
The distance between you and your boyfriend hurt, you understood that being a harbinger was not easy, but he wasn’t the same as he was before. He became cold and distant, you knew something was wrong but it you ever tried to confront him about him he would never answer you or lie straight to your face, you gave him his space for awhile but he began to sleep in a separate room rather than sleeping with you.
‘Maybe it was something I did?’ You thought to yourself, trying to think or understand if you had done anything to upset Scaramouche, trying to thing of ways to make it up to him. But you thought of nothing that you did wrong, you sighed. Everyone but him noticed you were upset, he didn’t seem to care at all. He didn’t.
The Tsaritsa had called all the harbingers for a meeting, it hasn’t been long since La Signora’s death, you and her were quite close, the relationship of sisters even, your thoughts stopped when you heard the Tsaritsa speak, “Balladeer, you will be sent to Sumeru to achieve the Dendro Archon’s gnosis. Do you understand?” She said with a stern voice. “Yes.” Her blankly replied, you looked at him sullenly, Tartaglia took a notice in this but didn’t mention it yet. Once the meeting was over you watched Scaramouche head to his office, you sensed a certain orange headed male behind you, “Hey comrade!” Tartaglia exclaimed, “Hello Ajax.” You reply, “Why so dull? And what’s going on with your midget boyfriend over there? You two haven’t talked in weeks! Did he say something?” He questioned, “If im being totally honest with you, I have no clue,” you look down in sadness,” he’s been avoiding me a lot, not even batting an eye at me.” You say holding back tears. “Don’t worry about it comrade, maybe he’s in one of his moods, I wish you two luck though.” He says patting you in the shoulder and turning to leave.
You walked towards your boyfriends office, terrified and nervous to enter, you turned the doorknob, taking a deep breath, walking into his office he spoke, “What do you want?” he asked coldly, those words felt like a thousand of knifes piercing you heart, he has never responded to you like this, he didn’t even try to look at you, “Are you just gonna stand there like a brainless idiot? If so, just leave.” He says giving you a glare. “Scaramouche, what is the matter? You’ve seemed very distant for these past few weeks, I’ve been missing you, I understand your work must be stressful but please, I want to know if you are okay-“ you were cut off by him standing up and slamming his hands on his desk, making you flinch slightly but of course, he didn’t feel a slight bit guilty, “No, you don’t understand!” He shouted, “I’m fine, you’ve been such an annoying nuisance, you want my attention all the time! You just never know when to stop clinging onto me do you?! Nothing is wrong, stop bothering me.” He shouted, his eyes filled with anger, you had no words, what were you supposed to say? You felt your eyes get glossier by the second, “Get out, all you’ve done in our relationship is just waste my time.” he said seriously, you turned around and left, forcing the tears back until you got to your room.
It’s now time for Scaramouche to leave to Sumeru, he hasn’t said a word to you, not an “I love you”, or a “Goodbye”. He was getting ready to leave, you peaked into his room watching him organize his things getting ready to leave, you sighed and walked back to your room, maybe he just lost feelings for you, or was it that he never loved you in the first place?
He was gone, he had left to Sumeru, another meeting was called, of course Scara was absent, the Tsaritsa needed someone to be a backup for scaramouche just incase he got injured, you volunteered, you were sent off to Sumeru after you were done packing.
In Sumeru
Once you had arrived and got settled in you were spying on the traveler, Lumine, she was planning on completing Scaramouches boss fight, you had to stop her, you tried to get to the domain but when you entered you saw Scaramouche, although, he wasn’t quite him.. his outfit changed, his aura seemed different. You shouted “Scara!”, Paimon, Lumine, Nahida and Scara, or now wanderer, looked at you. “Who are you?” You’re once lover asked.
that was it.
He wasn’t Scaramouche anymore, he didn’t know you anymore, he wasn’t the lover that had always held your hand, kissed you, made you feel amazing about yourself, he wasn’t the same lover you had gotten into a argument with and he started to ignore you.
he wasn’t scaramouche.
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You left me no choice but to stay here forever.
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star-girl69 · 2 months
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I honestly felt so bad for Lana, she totally got snubbed
and ik Taylor was trynna be nice and bring her onstage but she just looked so uncomfortable and I’m sure she was so dissapointed:/
i know. i just woke up and saw the pictures i’m genuinely heartbroken for her. midnights is probably one of my least fav taylor albums so i just cannot believe that it won. the only song i really like and listen to is the great war and snow on the beach lmao 😭😭😭
but again i’m not suprised
if there was any category i was SURE lana wasn’t going to win was aoty.
midnights was catchy at times and i mean taylor’s an amazing lyricist and vocalist but ocean blvd was just lana’s album. there’s not really another way i can describe it
it’s her most person album- the first time i listened to fingertips i was sobbing crying- and i mean the diversity and the entire concept of actually going through a tunnel (starting w some lighter songs hen progressively getting darker and darker until the more trap and upbeat end) was a brilliant idea and really took the listener on a true journey
not to mention, but the references she makes to past albums and songs showing her growth were some of my favorite little moments! singing the chorus of sweet the same way she sang the chorus in wait for life, singing the beginning of fingertips to the tune of bartender, the love song mention in let the light in- i felt like it brought a whole other layer of nuance to the album.
genuinely could talk about the lyrics for hours but a few honorable mentions-
it wasn’t my idea the cocktail of things that twists neurons inside // but without them i’d die - fingertips
my sister’s first born child // i’m gonna take that too with me // my grandmother’s last smile // i’m gonna take that too with me // it’s a beautiful life // remember that too for me - the grants
what’ya doin’ with your life do you think about it? // do you contemplate where we came from? // lately we’ve been making out a lot not talkin’ ‘bout the stuff that’s at the very heart of things // do you want children? // do you wanna marry me? // do you wanna run marathons in long beach by the sea // i’ve got things to do like nothing at all i wanna do them with you // do you wanna do them with me? - sweet
i was on the stairs // ella fitzgerald in the air // feelin’ hella rare // baby if you care // baby don’t you dare say // you’ll braid my hair, babe - fishtail
after the album came out for like a month literally all i couldn’t listen to was ocean blvd on shuffle lmao.
anyways, sorry for ranting, woke up to this and now i’m in a very pissed off mood. very disappointed, but this album is very hard to understand without already having an appreciation and understanding of lana, so, again- i’m not surprised.
i know the grammy’s are realistically just a popularity contest, but they are still huge achievements and i know it would feel so gratifying for her to finally have one. just so disappointed
i feel this loss so heavily with her.
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musei-thoughts · 1 year
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𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐.
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The sea. it was blue. It reminded you of him so much.
The gentle breeze. It's beauty. And its serenity.
It was just like Ike Eveland.
Your body just moves on its own, approaching the rails that kept people from falling off the seaside.
You stepped onto the rails and lifted yourself dangerously over it. You lean towards the sea, taking a deep breath.
You're life was pretty dull before he came.
Work was shit.
Home was full of drama.
Your financial status was driving you nuts.
And you were experiencing existential crisis on a daily basis from how lonely you were.
But when he came into your life, you were able to...
breathe again.
You were so pressured by the things that was happening around you that you stopped enjoying life.
When he came, the weight from your shoulders were lifted from his mere presence.
He was your safe place.
Your Haven.
But why?
Why is he not here?
Why is he not holding your hand as your mind continues to drive you crazy?
Why isn't he here, wrapping you in his embrace, whispering sweet nothings to you?
Why was he just…
Gone?
"IKE EVELAND WHERE ARE YOU?!" you yelled at the sea.
Despite the weird looks that were given your way, you continued yelling your heart out.
You didn't care, you had to somehow get this weight off your chest.
"I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU HOW I FEEL YET SO DON'T YOU DARE DISAPPEAR ON ME!!!"
Yeah…
"….I love it when you're here."
…the weight of falling in love with Ike Eveland. . . .
"Mr. Eveland had passed away two years ago…"
The old woman's words echoes in your head. You didn't believe it at first, you even thought that she was crazy.
But counting the weeks that you haven't seen him nor texted him, you began to worry.
What if that woman was right?
'No. No, Y/n. It can't be.'
But it could.
It that why people would stare at you when you were with him?
Is that why you felt something was off despite being so happy with him?
Is that why your coworkers started being nice to you?
….because they thought you were going crazy…?
Was all those memories of him just…hallucinations?
'Poor kid, left by her birthmother…'
'We may have the same dad but you will never. never be my sister!'
'Make sure you earn enough to pay for your tuition, I'm not gonna waste a single yen on you.'
'This will be your last warning, Y/n. If you don't pay your rent, you're better off living in the streets.'
Your life was shit.
No wonder you were going crazy…
So crazy that you created an imaginary friend that you happen to fall in love with.
"Damn, Y/n…you need to see someone."
"Yeah, a hot therapist boyfriend."
"Yeah that. Minus the boyfriend part."
"A hot therapist then?"
"No, Y/n. A normal therapist. You need a therapist."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your blonde friend (who is totally not a complete stranger that you began to talk to at the bar just a second ago),
"Look, Luca. My Landlord will kick me out if I don't pay my rent, I still have to pay for that student loan, and I also need to think about food. I don't think my pocket would be prepared to pay for a psychiatrist."
Luca looks around before sneaking his hands in his coat and pulls out a stack of cash, handing it to you.
Your jaw dropped at the cash. A stack of receipts and bills? Yeah, you've seen them, a lot. But a stack of cash?? Never.
"What the fuck!? Where the hell did you get this?! There's no way I'm taking this!" You whisper-yelled at Luca, pushing the money back to him.
He grabs your hand and places it back into your hands, smiling sweetly at you, "Don't worry, I have plenty to spare. Plus, you really need this. So get better for me, m'kay?"
Yeah. So that's how you started seeing a Therapist.
Aside from the fact that your therapist wasn't hot, you were feeling better.
You were back on your feet and stopped thinking about Ike.
As much as it hurts to stop, you had to.
Eventually, as your life began to improve for good, you knew you had to let go…
…of the memories with him and of him.
So, in honor of moving on, you decided to revisit the place where it all began.
The library where you met Ike Eveland.
You were hesitant at the very least, but you still went.
Clutching onto your bag, you stepped into the quiet place.
It was so nostalgic.
And painful.
To think that you had to let go of one of the fewest people that made you happy.
To move on without him.
The thought was unbearable, but you knew you had to get over it in order to get your life together.
'Okay, Y/n. Let's take one last glance before moving on with our shitty life.'
You confidently stepped into the place and you could've sworn that the world just stopped before your very eyes.
"I-Ike…?"
There he sat, at the exact same spot where you met him.
Ike Eveland.
As soon as your eyes met, He stood from his seat and approached you, "Y/n! I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply to your messages- are…you okay?"
He's in front of you.
Was your mind tricking you again?
You reached you hand out to touch his face, praying, hoping, yearning that you weren't going crazy again.
As soon as you felt his warm skin against your fingertips, a relieved cry escapes your lips.
"It really is you…"
You leaned your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and inhaling his scent that you missed so much.
Ike was confused. "W-what? Did something happen?"
Your grip on his jacket tightens, afraid of losing him again.
In all honesty, the therapist wasn't what you needed. It was Ike.
Everything else can go wrong and you would be fine with it, as long as you have him.
As long as you see his smile, hear his laughter, feel his warmth, that's more than enough.
You feel Ike gently pulling away to see your face. He looks at you with such concern, cupping your tear-stained cheeks in his warm hands, "What happened, älskling?" he asked.
So you told him what happened.
"An old lady? That must've been Chiyo-san. She's one of our patrons." Ike explains after you finished.
You frown, "But she told me you died."
"I think what she meant was my father. He passed away two years ago from a car accident." He replies, brushing your hair away from your face.
You let out a sigh of relief knowing that. So you didn't loose your mind.
Ike looks down at your hands that were resting on top of his waist. He took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry…" He says, looking at you softly. "I could've at least told you I would be away…" His thumb gently caressing your cheekbone.
You sigh deeply, leaning into his touch, "I know. I forgive you, Ike."
The both of you stare at each other for the longest time, letting your eyes linger on each others beautiful features.
After everything that's happened between the two of you, there wasn't anything left unsaid. The both of you just knew what the other was trying to tell each other.
Unlike last time, you two felt…closer.
It was like not being able to see each other had brought you closer.
Ike was so lost in your eyes that he unconsciously leans forward, making your eyes widen.
A soft kiss was placed on your forehead. You were surprised at first but you find yourself closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin.
You have never felt so contented before.
Yeah, you were satisfied with just this. Being in his presence, drowning yourself in his warmth. But then again, you wondered why he went away, "Ike?"
The said male hums in response. "Where did you go? For a month?" You ask, looking up at him.
The male stares down at you, giving you a small pat in the head.
He then smiles. You love it when he does that. But you noticed something about his smile. You saw…
Pain.
"I…went to a wedding." He replied.
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𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺: "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦…" 𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦…
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 :)
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call-sign-jinx · 1 year
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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - I’m here honey
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Summary - Bradley Bradshaw pisses you off to your limit. You lose it with him because of stuff going on back home and end up in his arms.
Warnings - swearing, fluff, making out
A/N - the reader has a manchester accent xoxo
bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader
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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Where do I even begin?
Well, why don't I start off with, he is a cocky arrogant mother fucker. God he makes me want to claw my eyes out everyone time he flirts with a girl. I mean, what do they even see in him? Sure, he's fit n all. But he's just an arrogant prick that thinks he can get what he wants.
He just writhes in it. He loves it. He's just a twat overall to be honest. and he knows just how to get under my skin. Like right now.
Me and the Dagger Squad are at the Hard Deck, and oh my fucking days, he's just showing off as much as he can. And everyone knows how much I don't like pricks like him. People who show off just for attention. Like, why? To some dumb fuckers he's amazing, but to everyone else, he's just a douchebag.
"Hey! Bradshaw!" Hangman shouted across the room to Rooster who just so happened to be chatting up some blonde bird who probably didn't even have enough brain cells to know that he just wanted a shag tonight. "Come have a round of darts with me Rooster!"
Bradshaw bid farewell to the clueless girl and sauntered over to the rest of the Dagger Squad. He gave me an obnoxious wink which earned an eyeroll from me. Phoenix saw then walked over to sit on the stool next to me.
"You know he just wants a reaction from you? He loves the attention and you know it." I rolled my eyes with a smirk. She gave me a knowing look.
"Yeah, I know. But he just aggravates me tha much tha I can't do much bout it. It's jus automatic now init?" Phoenix laughed at my words. Probably cause of my accent. She loves it so much.
"Then try not to give him a reaction. Like every time he says something stupid or that you don't like. Shut your eyes, take a deep breath, and ignore it." Her advice was actually really good. But not for me.
"Easier said than done Nat. I've just grown up to react to every little thing that happens. Probably the household I were raised in." She patted my shoulder and chuckled a bit.
"I think I'm gonna go outside for a sec. For a toot." A toot means vape. I literally had to explain this about 10,000 times to Phoenix.
She chuckles then gestures to the door. I then walked outside to sit on the bench and got my vape out of my pocket. I took a drag then turned on my phone to reply to my little sister's message that I should have answered hours ago. She was texting me, updating me about how our Nana was back in England. She got diagnosed with cancer a few months ago then started chemo a week after. It's been draining for everyone. And I can't even go to see her because I live so fucking far away.
When I opened the text, my heart dropped and my whole body had gone numb.
she's gone Y/N/N, ik u can't come rn cos ur on duty n everything but i jus thought u needed to know. come as soon as u want xxxxxx
I just sat there. Numb. Frozen. No emotion. No sadness. Nothing. Nada. Absolutely fuck all. I couldn't think straight. Why didn't I at least go see her once? I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. Didn't get to tell her I got into Top Gun which has, well had, always been her dream for me. She wanted me to do it to prove all them dumb ass men that a woman could do what they do but better.
And now, she'll never know. She probably hated me before she died cause I didn't visit her. What if she was upset about it? What if she thought I forgot about her? What if she thought that I stopped caring about her? So many thoughts were running through my head. Different things being said in my head. But they all went quiet when I saw Phoenix walk through the door to outside. Probably to come check on me, God knows how long I've just been sat there staring at my phone. At the text.
"Hey Y/C/S, you okay?" She had a trace of worry laced in her voice and expression. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
"I'm great thank you." I faked a happy smile as I got up and gestured for her to follow me back into the Hard Deck.
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It's been about a week since I got the text from Y/L/S/N. I haven't even reacted how someone would normally react to their family member dying. I didn't even reply back to Y/L/S/N. Just left her on opened.
I just acted like everything was okay. No one seemed to notice except one person. Bradshaw. I could tell by the way he looks at me that he knows something is wrong. But he hasn't asked.
Also, I found out I won't be able to make it to the funeral. Which is great. I'll just say my goodbyes another time. Hopefully Nana will understand. She always did.
Right now, we're having a briefing for the day. Which consists of absolutely fuck all, no flying, just some theory work we need to get done apparently.
I came in late so I sadly had to sit next to Bradshaw whose been looking at me like I'm an idiot for the past week. And it's actually quite unnerving.
After the briefing finished, I went straight to the unisex bathrooms to wash my face and clear my head for at least a few minutes. That was until I heard the door open. I looked to the source of the sound to see Bradshaw. Great. Why does he always come near me at the worst times? It's like he has a sixth sense about this shit.
"Hey Y/C/S, are you okay? You seem a bit off." He had worry and concern plastered on his face and in his voice. I nodded by head as I looked at the ground.
"Why? Why do you even care? It's not like we're friends or anything? And it's none of your business anyway?" I only glanced up at him for half a second before looking back down. It's tiring playing this whole "I'm happy and nothing's wrong!" facade. It's tiring keeping a smile on my face. Making the same type of jokes as if nothing has happened. Cause something has happened. And I haven't even reacted in the proper, normal way.
"I just wanna know. Cause I've gotta be honest... I'm a little worried about you. Something about you's changed. You seem a little less yourself." I'm sorry, but how the fuck has Rooster, out of everyone I've been around for the past week, noticed but no one else fucking has?
"Nothing is wrong Rooster. And even if there was, why would I talk about it with you? All you do and seem to like doing is piss me off." I finally looked up at him. Annoyance clear on my face.
"I only do that shit because I thought we were both joking around with each other. And I thought we were friends. But I guess I was wrong about that." He looked me dead in the eye then walked out.
I looked back in the mirror and made myself look presentable before going back outside from the toilets.
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It's now been 2 months after the funeral. I'm a little gutted that I couldn't be there to say goodbye. But obviously I wouldn't have been allowed to go, I'm on duty still and I hadn't even told anyone about it. Not even Phoenix. And it's gonna stay that way for as long as I can make it.
I was in the changing room having a shower. Luckily, I had made it short cause as I got out of the shower I heard someone come into the changing rooms.
It was Bradshaw. Yet again.
"Alright Y/N, I was going to let you tell someone at your own pace but just tell me now. What has gotten you so upset that you're just acting like a robot? And don't give me any of that bullshit 'nothing's wrong and I'm fine' crap because I won't believe you." After he finished I got right back to getting changed. I didn't even acknowledge his chasing after me when I went into a cubicle for some privacy.
As soon as I had gotten out the cubicle to put my shoes on, Bradshaw was standing right outside.
"For fuck sake Bradshaw! Why won't you just leave me alone about it?" I looked him dead in the eye with nothing short of anger. I've been feeling a lot of that lately. And every single time is because of Bradley fucking Bradshaw.
"Because you're acting like someone's fucking died! You're acting all numb and shit!" As soon as he finished his sentence, I finally broke down. After fuck knows how many months of my body not allowing me to even react in a normal way after finding out my Nana had cancer. I had finally broke down.
I dropped to my knees and curled up in a ball as I leaned against the wall. Tear after tear after tear. I couldn't stop. Even if I wanted to.
I looked up at the ceiling until I felt hands on my arms rubbing up and down on them. I looked down and saw Bradshaw, sat on the ground in front of me looking at me dead in the eyes. Something came over me and I just threw myself at him into a hug. He instantly wrapped his arms around me as he tried his best to comfort me.
He was shushing me like I was a crying baby, which I practically was if I'm being honest, and telling me that it's all gonna be okay and that he's here with me. After about 10 minutes of solid crying, I calmed down and looked up at Bradshaw.
We were close. Like very close. Close enough that I could feel his breath fan over my face and see the little hazel specs in his eyes. and all the scars on his cheeks and neck. I scanned his face as he did the same with mine. Then I realised. We were still in each other's embrace. But neither one of us attempted to pull away.
"Thank you Bradley." I said to him with the first genuine, but small, smile I had done in months. As I looked at him more, I realised how gorgeous he actually was. And how much of my type he was.
"No problem sweetheart." That nickname. That fucking nickname shouldn't have affected me the way it did. It made my whole body feel warm. It made blood rise to my cheeks.
In that moment, I don't know what came over me but I quickly pressed my lips against his. But he froze, at first I thought it was just shock but after a few seconds he was still frozen. I quickly pulled away and pulled myself out of his embrace and stood up.
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know why I even did that. By your reaction you didn't like it either." I started to chuckle nervously. Why the fuck did I do that? I've never liked him, not even in a friend way so why the fuck did I choose to do that? I kept on rambling on and on with myself, saying my thoughts out loud for Rooster to hear.
"Y/N." I ignored him and kept on waffling on with myself.
"Y/N." He said a bit more stern at me. I still ignored him and kept talking.
"Y/N!" That finally got my attention. I looked up at him, on the brink of another few tears coming out of my eyes.
"What?" I looked at him softly and looked for any expression other than one that said 'I don't like you, and I didn't like that kiss either so please leave me alone' because that would just make my day worse.
"You shouldn't be sorry. I've wanted to do that ever since we started Top Gun honey. I was just really shocked that you did it because you've never even hinted you liked me. So... could we do that again?" All I did was nod before connecting our lips again.
Bradley wrapped his arms around my waist as I did the same but behind his neck. The kiss was slow, soft. Just the way I liked it. He began to move his hands and caressed the sides of my body. I slid my hands up his neck into his hair and pulled on it slightly, which earned a slight moan from him.
We both pulled away for air. I looked into his eyes and it felt different with him now. Felt nicer. Comfier. He smiled at me as we both came out of the embrace.
“Do you come over to my house? After work?” I asked him as I dipped down to grab my bag. He nodded with a happy smile.
“Yeah, I’d like that. That’s be great Y/N.” I gave Bradley a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before practically skipping out the changing rooms.
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After work, I just wanted to drive home, have a shower and go to sleep. I didn’t have any plans anyway, did I? Just to check I looked at my calendar and had nothing. So I just walked back to my car and started to drive home.
As I got to my door, I rummaged through my bag, found my keys, and unlocked the door. I couldn’t even be arsed to have a shower so I flopped onto my couch and lost it again. I began balling my eyes out and shoved my face into my pillow.
I must’ve forgot to lock the door because I heard the door open and quickly sat up, alert. Not knowing who or what just opened my front door. As soon as I saw Bradley turn round the corner, I tried to wipe my tears away without him seeing.
“You okay honey?” I just nodded my head weakly as he came and sat down next to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his stomach. He wrapped his around my shoulder and stroked it reassuringly.
“I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to actually react to it.” He looked at me confused with his brows furrowed. Of course he didn’t know, I hadn’t told him and now he probably thinks I’m weird.
“Taken this long for you to react to what?” That’s when the waterworks came back yet again. Why the fuck did they have to start at the slightest mention of my Nana being dead? Gone forever?
“3 months ago my Nana died. I just didn’t react. No crying. No being sad. Nothing. Literally nothing. And then when you said I’m acting like someone died, it flipped a switch. Like it turned my reactions on again. And I- I- I just want her back. I didn’t even get to fucking say goodbye to her Bradley! Imagine that, not being by their side when they’re gone. Let alone being in a whole different fucking country!” I sat up and threw my cushion across the room, angry at myself for not even trying to see her. I guess I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the image of her being up and healthy to go away so I just stayed here. In America.
“Oh honey. It’s not your fault.” I shook my head vigorously. I stood up and looked at his form on the couch.
“But Bradley it is my fault. She had all these plans for me. And when I found out she got cancer, I didn’t even try to go visit her. I didn’t want to. I never made any effort whatsoever.” At that, I dropped to my knees tears coming one after the other.
Bradley was quick to move to hug my and comfort me. “Don’t worry Y/N. I’m here honey. For whatever you need. And it is not your fault. At all. I get why you didn’t want to see her, you didn’t want the image of her being happy and healthy to be replaced by someone that isn’t her but looks like her.” He rubbed my arms then picked me up and sat back on the couch with me on his lap. I tightly hugged him, not wanting to let go in fear of him disappearing.
“Thank you Bradley. Thank you so fucking much. And I’m sorry for being a dick to you.” I apologised profusely as I wiped my tears away and smiled up at him.
He kissed me on my forehead and smiled at me. “Oh honey. It’s alright. And I think I was the dick in this situation. Because all I did was show off to you like a pretentious prick. All because I wanted your attention.” And that’s when it hit me. He wanted my attention.
“W-what?” He chuckled at my confusion.
“I tried to get your attention in every way I could, because the first time I saw you, I just thought ‘wow, she’s fucking gorgeous’ and I couldn’t get you out of my head since.” I looked at him with confusion which then changed to something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Instead of replying I just placed my lips on his in a hungry yet soft manner. He quickly reciprocated this and placed his hands on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. After a while it turned into a full blown make out session. Like the ones I used to have back in high school. And probably the same for him.
We both pulled away at the same time, and as I scanned his face, all he did was stare into my eyes with something that looked like love? I don't know, my experience comes from cunts who just wanted a shag so yeah.
"Be my girlfriend." Bradley looked at me with a seriousness I've never seen on his face before. I raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I gave a questioning look when he shook his head and chuckled to himself.
"I'm sorry- I- I mean, will you be my girlfriend?" He said with the same look in his eyes as before. I pondered on the question until I had my answer.
"Yes, only if you tell and show all them girls that you're now mine." Bradley gave me a cheeky smirk and he lay me down on the couch and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
"Of course honey. I'd love to do that for you." We both smiled at each other until our lips were connected once again.
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msm-tsotmw · 1 year
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4/15/20XX
Another day on Cold Island. Toorie’s still getting used to the below-zero temperature, but asides from that—and her broken leg—we’re doing okay. I’m trying to take a look at the weird “critters” that roam this island, but Toorie keeps on picking them up and saying things to them like “awww the spibbly poinky doo” or whatever.
Anyways, Mondo’s trying to convince us to come to his snow-house where they live with his sister. Pretty sure it’s just so they can go home early, which we are NOT doing until after we’ve reached Celestial Island.
ik we cant go home until the adventures over i just wanted to see my sister
…Fine.
So , Mondo , You Said You And Your Sister Live In A Pile Of Snow , Right ?
yea
…. Where Is It ? This Place Is Covered In Snow …
itll take some time but ill lead yall there
anyways pack ur shit cos were leavin and uh follow me
Okay ! And Please Watch Your Language . And Also Maybe Step Because I Heard It Rained Last Night
(The trio packs their shit and leaves.)
(After a few minutes of walking, the trio makes it to where the path they followed splits into 4.)
…So where do we go?
that way
where the really big tree is
Okay , Let’s Go Then !
(The trio passes the tree, and Mondo was right—it really IS big. Also really pretty.)
Wow , This Tree Is Really Pretty ! These Icicles Look Like Willow Tree Leaves , It’s So Beautiful !
yea :)
… Mondo , Why Are You Looking At Me Like That ?
uh nothin
lets just go
(The trio continues on their way to Mondo’s house. Toorie speeds on ahead, which is kind of surprising considering its broken leg, and Sprigg catches up to a very embarrassed Mondo.)
(…What the fuck was that, Mondo?)
(i)
(i dunno she just)
(looked really)
(ah fuck it)
(Looked really what?)
(uh)
(pretty)
(dont tell toorie but i kinda have a crush on it)
(Excuse me, what?)
(i said i have a cru-)
What Are You Two Talking About Back There ?
nothing just uhh
sports
…Mondo, I don’t even like sports. At all. Not after I was kicked around like a soccer ball.
uhhhhh celestials actually
did you know attmoz never brushed his hair in his entire life
Oh Wow , Is That True ?
…Mondo, you know DAMN FUCKING WELL that Attmoz actually cared a LOT for its hair. Vhamp even had to invent some kind of automatic hair-brushing machine for him.
uh
he did
Yeah. Check your facts, smartass.
Oh , That’s Interesting ! I Never Knew The Celestials Would Care So Much About Their Looks .
I mean, why do you THINK Galvana looked so young despite being THOUSANDS of years old?
Uh , Immortality ?
(Sprigg faceleafs. Which is facepalming except there’s no hands and only some limb-like branch appendage on your head.)
No. Rejuvenating facial cream. Or maybe magic. Celestiologists are still debating that.
Ooh :0
Anyways , I’ll Just Keep Walking Now ! You Two Gonna Come And Catch Up ?
uh yeah
later maybe
(Toorie turns away, leaving Mondo and Sprigg back in their secret conversation.)
(sprigg i need help how do i tell her)
(Don’t ask me, I’ve never dated or loved a single Monster in my life. Besides, I’m aroace so I don’t plan on doing that kinda shit.)
(oh ok)
(You know, for a self-proclaimed “rizzler” or whatever the fuck that is, you’re pretty bad at flirting.)
(ik)
(i wanna tell her but idk how and im scared shell reject me)
(Listen, a Monster THAT nice would never reject you. Plus, you and her are already pretty close friends, so it probably likes you back.)
(thanks)
(Don’t mention it.)
You Two Coming ?
yea wait up toors
This is… probably going to take a long time so I’ll stop writing here now.
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i’m giving 9-year-old (past) me the PomPom x Mammott content she wanted 😇
-Mod Jimmy 🗣️
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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for the characters ask thing, bc ik you've been in your jonathan feels lately... jonthan! 💕
MACK YOU K N O W THAT I COULD TALK ABOTU JONATHAN FOR HOURS RIGH TNOW DO NOT DO THIS TOO ME MY MOST BELOVED BOY
favorite thing about them
JONATHAN! IS! SUCH! A! PROTECTOR! But seriously like the way he tries to shield Will and keep him believing in good when he has just been so thoroughly beaten by life???? Season one Jonathan deserved an award fr.....Jonathan really just puts everyone in his life first the best he can while not compromising who he is and that's really interesting to me
least favorite thing about them
Whatever the fuck they were doing to him in s4???? Jonathan being avoidant??? Jonathan??/ Jonathan who calls Nancy out left and right because ehe can and throws down with his mom in the middle of town??? THATS JONATHAN?? Nah it was weird
favorite line
"I love you. And there is Nothing in this world, okay? Absolutely Nothing. That will ever change that."
THIS IS JONATHAN so much of s4 made him really unrecognizable, but like Jonathan being this person for Will and not making him say anythign but still loving him as much as a person can love their brother??? yeah I am dead I love him sm
brOTP
Will and Jonathan obvi and Stonathan like I said for Steve!! But I also really love el and Jonathan's relationship? Like he always calls her his sister, and the hug when they reunite in s4? Yeah I think they have a really interesting dynamic as the two quiet ones
OTP
JARGYLE Give Jonathan a boy who loves him and doesn't need him to be the one in charge!! Jonathan lets Argyle take care of him?? and it's like really refreshing to get to see Jonathan not have to be the one who knows what to do always
Stoncy!!!!!! Okay like Each of them has their reasons for being the best part of Stoncy, but Jonathan and his quiet devotion and his strength??? yeah so so good
nOTP
Jancy? Ough I just think that Jonathan, who is so outwardly focused, and Nancy, who is so inwardly focused, really never worked together. Plus his crush on her borders on weird obsession and I don't like that she didn't care about getting him fired. Overall they're super dysfunctional
random headcanon
Jonathan doesn't like Hopper. It's not anything Hopper did, it's that Jonathan has really really bad relationships with men who are outwardly angry, and Hopper already had the deck stacked against him (am I writing a fic about this no no no I am not.....I am)
unpopular opinion
OUGH Okay so I think that this might be more of a Joyce unpopular opinion, but I think that Joyce and Jonathan have a really unhealthy relationship? At least a really flawed one. Especially in s1. like they pull back on it a lot after that season, but Jonathan parents her. I think its' that their relationship reminds me a lot of me and my mom, and it just makes me uncomfortable LMAO Like they have so much love but she puts so much on him, and then gets mad when he doesn't rely on her?? Like if she wanted him to rely on her, maybe don't treat him like your husband instead of your son.
song i associate with them
Should I Stay or Should I Go. Everyone says this is Will's Vecna song, but I think it's Jonathans LMAO Also House of the Rising Sun that is such a Jonathan anthem
favorite picture of them
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NEVER GONNA BE OVER THIS SCENE
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ideks-on-mars · 2 years
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hello i am back with another request !! can you expand on your trans shirabu headcanon bc my period started and i am feeling very not good
I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE 🤧
I will absolutely drown all of you in my Trans Shirabu hcs, I have had this hc since the minute I saw this little fucker
I love your requests, they give me excuses to scream about my favorite characters 💀
ANYWAYS TRANS SHIRABU HCS LETS GO
- Let's start from the beginning
- It started when he was fairly young
- Seeing his brothers play and have the time of their lives seemed so much fun. But when HE wanted to join them he was told to act like "a lady".
- So from an early age he was like "wtf I don't wanna be a lady this shit sucks" and honestly he's not wrong 💀
- He confronted his older sister on the situation first.
- She listened to him and was pretty understanding. She was a lady. She understood.
- "Well I personally have no idea what to tell you but maybe we could look something up."
- The internet is a wonderful place
- "What is a 'transgender'?" "Idk click the thingy"
- They clicked the thingy.
- Ik I'm not the only one who Googled the " I am gay?" quiz. I know I'm not-
- Kenjirō woke up the next day determined to be a new man.
- Everyone did notice how he was acting a little differently. Wearing different clothes, wanting his hair cut shorter and shorter each time. He'd take matters into his own hands if he didn't get the length he wanted and God forbid that ever happen.
- Local big sister was proud.
- Local big brother and little brother were confused but still like "fuck it, ok".
- Local childhood bestfriend Taichi was like "Ok what's going on"
- "It's nothing!" "I know it's not nothing. You're not even looking at me, you're looking at the ground."
- Kenjirō gave in eventually.
- "Fine. Taichi, I think I'm a boy." "Oh..cool."
( I do not want to hear comments about "Oh he peer pressured him into telling him" like yes. He did. That's what little children do 💀)
- Taichi started calling him K from then on.
- It was very special to Kenjirō and to this day he thinks it was a very big part of his transition.
- By the time he was 13 he had already played it off for such a long time. And his father was on trial for numerous reasons. Everyone in the family knew he was going to prison and they also knew that their family rep would be in tatters. Not that they cared. They just wanted the evil man gone.
- This is when he came out to him mom.
- " Momma?" "Hm?" "I'm a boy." "I know." "You what 😃"
- She continues to go onto a rant on how it was pretty obvious. Kenjirō actually thought it was pretty funny.
- "So you need a new name I'm guessing. What is it?" "Well I was gonna ask you for your opinion."
- She goes on to say that it wasn't her place to say and that she didn't even really have a say in his old name so it didn't affect her much.
- They gave ideas, and they settled on ✨️Kenjirō✨️
- His sister was so so SO proud of him. So was Taichi.
- His brothers were pretty much like "fuck yeah, we got another brother"
- However when school came along and his classmates see one of their peers just randomly turn into a boy, not everyone is gonna be mice about it.
- He got shouted at in the hallway. Some people threw their old papers at him. People are just dicks.
- Luckily, his school was a pretty nice place with good staffing. They provided him a new uniform. And instead of the girls volleyball team, he was put on the boy's volleyball team. The boys team were just glad they had such a good setter. In their eyes he was just like the rest of them. He was a boy, and he was skilled. This is an important aspect to their team and if you were mean to him then they would rain hellfire on you.
- He went to a different middle school than Taichi so when Taichi heard these stories he would be pretty pissed off but hearing that the volleyball team was cool he felt a bit relieved.
- So when Taichi got a Shiratorizawa scholarship, Kenjirō knew they "Yeah, I gotta go there with bestie"
- He got there through the entrance exam, like a king 🙄💅
- And of course, he attended the try outs with Taichi. The mf is just built different.
- Evil coach Washijō already knew about Kenjirō's situation and was highly skeptical. But when it hit him in the face that Kenjirō was not only skilled, but smarter than all these dumbasses running around his court. He realized he was his best bet when it came to good plays. Kenjirō was on board.
- Taichi made it too, wooooo 🥳
- However when it came to changing Kenjirō was like "nah" and changed in the bathroom. He didn't want people to question his binder.
- But he thought it was a little sus how Yamagata was heading towards the bathroom too. 🤨 Yamagata spoke up first.
- "So...where are you headed?" "To the bathroom..to change."
- They stared at each other for a good 5 seconds. Kenjirō just said Yolo and looked around to make sure no one else was around before he whispered
- "I'm trans"
- "BITCH ME TOO!"
- Kenjirō had never been more thankful to have someone in his situation cuz Hayato was not afraid of being open at ALL.
- They regularly borrow essentials from one another. They become close rather quick.
- Hayato keeps his secret for him. He understands better than anyone how it can be.
- Hayato is also a good source of advice too. He's a real one for sure.
- Now, let's talk about the one that should not be named. THE WEEK OF HELL.
- Kenjirō's SUCKS. Like it's out for his throat. He's pretty sure his body wants him to curl up into a ball and cry in the middle of practice.
- He brings pain relief medicine but he always takes it late so he has to wait those 10-15 minutes for it to kick in and they always feel like hours. Like damn could the clock move faster.
- Taichi definitely buys him a heating pad for when he's not at practice or school, so he can feel at ease in the dorms.
- He has his emergency bag (I think we all know what the emergency bag is) and if not then Hayato has his and is happy to cover for him.
- Once he came out to the team he honestly felt a lot better. Like they all understood the struggles he had but at the same time didn't treat him any differently.
- However, when word got out that he was Trans, that's when shit started getting a bit out of hand.
- People wouldn't go crazy but people would be like "Why is he even on the team?" "Is that allowed?" Just little things
- It started getting really bad when dudes would harass him. Things like comments on his body, or telling him that he had such a pretty face. But when he ultimately made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with them is when they would start saying shit like "Oh, he's probably only on the team because he let's the whole squad have a go at him 🙄" that's when it started going downhill.
- People even started to come for Semi because he was replaced by a "fake boy".
- He never let anything show, but some things really did keep him up at night if he's honest.
- But the people who were nice to him really overshadowed that.
- Little things like "Man, you're really brave" or "That must be tough, good for him". Even other kids coming up to him who are questioning themselves and asking him for some advice.
- It's lowkey very special to him.
- As he gets older the more he let's things go and he's really not scared to express himself. He's a boy, he was always a boy, and he will continue on to be a boy.
- He ends up getting top surgery not too long after he graduates from med school. However he doesn't get surgery down there because if he's honest it scares him. (Which is completely ok!)
- He's very happy with his body. He's surrounded by lovely people. And he's just completely content.
- I love him sm 🤧
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dimiclaudeblaigan · 1 year
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Don't kill me but what is por
Also which popular ships and characters don't you like? (I literally just had surgery and am in pain so I will take anything that distracts me from reality! Even discourse)
PoR is Path of Radiance, the ninth FE game. If you're still unsure, it's Ike's first game.
I hope you feel better very soon! Please take something to knock out some of that pain!
Popular ships I don't like rly do be like (disclaimer: i may still write some of these for comms bc unfortunately we all need money to live)
D1miM@ri (another anon asked me abt why I don't like it but I haven't finished my reply so it's been sitting in wait...)
D1midu3 (I have a LOT of strong feelings against this one)
D1miF3lix
L1nCas (I don't... hate but it's reeeally not for me)
Don't rly care for F3rd1ebert, it's rly whatever for me but I can't reasonably see it ever working out bc Hubert would never leave Ed3l for him, and I can't imagine a feasible world where Ferdie would aid her and actually be in character (did you see him in three hopes lol they REALLY trashed his ENTIRE character and brain so he could simp for her, I'm not even kidding)
Mercie/Ann3tt3 (damn if girls can't just be close friends in media or they're automatically shipped romantically smh)
Cl@udel3th (so many nos for me on this one. not gonna explain why bc it's my personal pref and I rllllly don't feel like going over it but noooo no no no. Particularly F Byleth, I have an incredibly massive aversion to Claude paired with F Byleth. idk why my brain decided to have such a drastic separation based on M or F Byleth but it did)
Cl@ur3nz
R@phn@tz (is it popular? idk I don't like it lol)
H@pi/C0nstanc3 (p much the same issue as Raph+Ig and Mercie+Annette)
I have them written all weird to keep them from showing up in the searches bc the search engine will pick ship names that are just written in a post even if they're not tagged. I know it wouldn't be my fault for that but I'm aware it's an issue and that it might be seen by those shippers just trying to search for content, so I'm writing them abnormally in hopes the searches won't pick them up.
I don't hate them all with a burning passion to the point of being disgusted when I see them, BUT I do feel that way with four of them. I guess three and a half really bc one is like yes it bothers me a LOT but I don't think it's on the same level on the other ones?
I just have Preferences and Feelings and for some reason sometimes those feelings are like yeehaw you don't like this ship.
Characters:
We Know The One (Edgelordturd)
Berandetta (one of my most hated characters in the franchise. Tolerable in Hopes)
Marianne
Lysithea (I don't have like, absolute disgust for her, but... yikes)
Leonie (MUCH more tolerable in Hopes and a significantly better character there)
Fleche (not just related to the whole AM route thing, but in general I find her to be extremely repulsive as a person)
Randolph (less hate than his sister, but damn sonny, this is the face of a man who is spoiled, selfish and has no care or consideration for anything in the entire universe except his status and his uwu sister)
Ladislava (exists purely to uplift uwugard and literally, absolutely nothing more to the point we don't even know what this supposed backstory of uwugard saving her was, so she's just another pawn to make someone look good and has no characterization of their own)
Note how the randoms from the Empire are pretty popular but they don't actually do anything to make them actual characters? they just support uwugard and do absolutely nothing else in the entirety of two games and are adored by the fandom for it LIKE NO LITERALLY and that also heightens my burning, deep, engrossed hatred of all three of them. they did nothing to deserve being such popular characters except their absolute and utter obsession with uwugard)
I don't think I'm missing anyone else who is supremely popular and utterly adored in the fandom whose face I hate seeing in and out of game but there you go, nonnie!
Lysithea is probably my least despised in the sense that I only dislike her overall but I don't just outright loathe her? She pisses me off a ton and I would literally slap her square in the face for bullying Ignatz in their Houses supports :), but sometimes she's a decent person. Sometimes. Not usually though.
No, trauma doesn't give you the free pass to be a piece of shit to other people. May as well say "I was bullied in school so now I too have gained the right to bully random innocent people I don't really know simply bc uwu it happened to me". Which... isn't okay. At all.
This is my like... lowkey and mellow version of my massive loathing of those characters LOL.
Marianne is a tricker one to say I outright loathe because I don't loathe her so much as her behavior as well as how the writers handled her character. I couldn't stand her or even remotely tolerate her entire existence in the first half of the game, I shit you not. She got better and that's the only reason I can see her and not be totally repulsed lol.
YES I KNOW I SAID IT'S MELLOW AND USED HELLA STRONG DON'T-LIKE-THIS LANGUAGE BUT! I am expressing the strength of those feelings while not being super duper extra yeehaw about it!!!
And bc I don't wanna go into detail, esp right now because to actually go over that kind of thing I have to really sit and write about it.
And like, no hate to people who like or love fictional characters. I just don't vibe with those particular characters and am forever tormented by how popular they all are lol.
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centuriantalevevo · 2 years
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Introduction
I have a carrd that gives more detail that's actively being updated! It also has a link to my OTHER carrd specifically FOR COMMISSIONS- It includes English and several other languages, more will be added eventually. Currently there's Japanese, Spanish, and Portuguese (used DeepL, I'll ask some friends who know the languages to go over it and see how understandable it is)
So the basics, I guess- but I do recommend going through the Carrd cuz I worked so fucking hard on that bro-
I'm Halo! I also go by Centurian online, so either name works! As you can tell I have an eye bleed color scheme of red and teal as those are my favorite colors with some yellow- why yellow? No fucking clue cuz it's not even a color I have a particular opinion towards- I blame Venturian Tale
I go by They/Them, nothing more nothing less and if I see one person try to refer to me as something else I will be cutting people into tiny pieces, just so you know-
I'm a whole ass American and I actually dislike it- (I live in America and born and raised American, AMA lmao-) I'm currently suffering-
I'm nonbinary(obviously), and bisexual!
I am in love with fictional characters especially Albexiaomouche, it's a genuine problem send help-
I have ADHD (hence the hyperfixations) and Depression, so if you request something like a fanfic or want to do a commission, that might take a while, please be patient. I'll be very pumped and hyped for it with so many ideas but once I start doing it, I start to lose interest and it takes a bit to actually get back to doing so since I'm a really bad procrastinator. Please be patient, I PROMISE whatever you asked for will come out eventually.
I'm 17 years old, and if anyone is wondering about Minors DNI (ik I'm a minor but for when I turn 18), that's all on my Carrd.
I typically don't really give a shit cuz like... minors be horny too. It's not like I can actively control what you do because minors always find a way, they can simply not interact and just read it, save the link, etc to avoid being blocked and all that shit.
For me, 16+ is good. If you're old enough to drive without an adult, you're fine to interact here. 15 gets iffy BUT I'm not gonna care much. I'm not gonna block anyone for being a minor or ageless blog because... you'll find a way around it anyways, so if you're under the age of 16 either just don't like the NSFW stuff or wait until your 16 or over. I get its hard to wait, and it's GRUELING to wait because it seems like that day is so far away but trust me, I've been in your shoes and it's closer than you think. You're allowed to follow me if you're under 16 cuz I don't ONLY post NSFW but for the NSFW stuff, 16+ is recommended.
Again, I can't control you BUT it is the right thing to do to just respect people's wishes.
That's all I can think of for now but have this drawing I did of Ike Eveland cosplaying as Miku kinda lmao
Hatsune Ike
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Also my cat Felippe
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He questions why the turns tabled
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MY TAGS LMAO
#Halo; Random Shit - exactly what it says. Pretty much every post
#Halo; Honry - NSFW
#Halo; Simping Hours - me Simping casually and respectfully lmao- (jk it's feral)
#Halo; Genshin Impact - Genshin posts
#Halo; VTubers - any posts related to vtubers especially ones I watch
#Halo; VTubing - tag specific for ME vtubing and my vtubing adventure, experience, and plans. No I I debuted yet, I'm supposed to be debuting with my little sister
#Halo; Felippe - about my cat Felippe
#Halo; Family - posts about my family
#Halo; Asks - asks. Lmao-
#Halo; Danganronpa - Danganronpa posts
#Halo; Reblog - reblogged posts
#Halo; mmd - posts about MikuMikuDance, typically including pictures or videos
#Halo; The Sims - posts about the sims, TS4 specifically-
#Halo; movies&shows - me talking about movies and shows I'm watching, usually at that moment of posting
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I need a list
Topic 1: effort
Can u see the effort i have put in?
Summer ur sister not effort on something important to u?
Going to watch ur shows last yr?
Making u dinner after rehersals?
Massages after rehersals so ur fresh to go again tmrw?
Do u count all these as non supportive towards things that r important to u?
And yes I understand i have been slacking this yr and I apologize for that and i will work to remedy it
If all these do not fall underneath the category of caring about u then
How can i display effort?
And i know in that list there is nothing about ur friends , being honest thats the hardest category for me and i rly dont know how to breach that category but i promise next time kali and u go out and its not supposed to be just u 2 and shes cool/wants me to come i will go
Topic 2: lashing out at u
I understand that when i am stressed with school or just anything i will take it out on u, and i cant apologize enough for that, ive been trying to think of a way to stop but for a quick answer i dont think i can sleep at ur place unless i zero work for the rest of the week
Its not you, theres just something about the place that makes me very underproductive and it stresses me out more than necessary
Topic 3 : tiffs
Ik that u like to immediately resolve the issue and u know i hate/cant do this so im gonna suggest this, and ik its relying on u heavyily but i think it could be helpful
Everytime we get in a tiff can u ask me how much time i need to gather my thoughts and allow me to give u a timeframe, or i can just give u a timeframe without u asking, but the second part will take me a little longer to give u a timeframe like 1-3 hrs cause im gonna have to work up the guts to tell u, seeing if this works im pretty sure i can work that time down
Topic 4 : anything missing?
Topic 5 : me
Im sorry for not telling u but
?. Whats my love language?
In what why have u shown this?
I just need a starting point for this one
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I didnt get time to write it down earlier, but im gonna try and do what he asked. 
I’ll write it down here and see if I can relay it back to him later. 
I’ve just gotta try and figure it out myself, first. He called me, after not hearing hardly anything all day I couldnt wait to talk to him and hear his voice. But he just wanted to ask me for a lift... It upset me at first. No “how are you, I’ve missed you, been busy today”, nothing. And we had plans cancelled last night and we havent set a new date to reschedule it. And now he’s got plans to go out. I’m happy he is going out with people, its just the fact that that was his priority over than plans we had. But oh well, thinking about it now its not a big deal, it was just in the moment I got abit heated over it. But yeah, I think the thing that acc upsetted me was that that was it, all he wanted to talk about over the phone was asking for a lift. Like I woulda preferred him acc talk about it? Say who’s going, who brought it up, idk just acc have a conversation. I think its coz Ive heard so little from him today, and yesterday too tbf. I’m not so meh about it now, but at the time of the call it had defo niggled at me. My mind makes me perceive things in the most worst light. It was just a question Georgia, he’s busy at work and its quicker to ask on a call than message me back, plus woulda looked rude to message me that after all the message I sent ? See it makes sense. Why can;t I think like this in the moment ?!?!? I’ve never driven to or thru walthamstow before, that’ll be interesting. I hope he gets drunk. Yes, a drunk Jordan and I can take him home !! I want him to have a good time out. 
what was I even writing about again ? Oh how I felt/feel. Well atm I’m just ill and tired. Atleast I’m super busy at work that stupid shit doesnt have time to affect me. I’ve had some fleeting thoughts.. tryna think of what so I could maybe bring it up to him later... but they have gone, thats the thing, they come and go and then theyre gone. Idk how to talk about sommin that just flashes by in my head. 
And omg yesterdayyyyy ! Like he’s asking whats wrong and its literally like someone in my head put everything in a bag and walked off with it. I had nothing to give him. And tbh I think its the way he asks? and the way he reacts? He thinks if he gets all strict he’ll get it outta me, but it shuts me off. Then he tells me to grow up, ugh I hate that. Again goes back to how he treats me. If I go nonverbal, I need a soft response. Like I have nothing in my head, therefore nothing is gonna come out??? So how is squinting at me and wording things in a mean way gonna help??? (see this is why I cant just let him read my blog, I feel like I word things in sucha mean way and I dont mean it to come across like that). 
And then that just freaked me out more coz then he brings up that his sister wants me over for dinner.... Not like its hard enough meeting her when she knows the history of everything. To then see him be around Lottie.. I’m so scared to see it. To see him treat her how I want to be treated. Him being soft and caring and playful. Like I’ll get upset and jealous and thats so messed up ?? And thats just one layer to it ! I still feel like Lottie will compare me to Georgia. She loved that kid and I know the kid loved her too, I aint that way inclined so like of course shes not gonna like me the same ? And Lottie means alot to Jordan so if we don’t get along enough or whatever that worries me. What if he sees I’m shit with kids and that turns him off of me? Its all just too much. Ik I’ll have to face it one day and meet and interact with her but I really dont want to. You;re probs overthinking it again, but am I really ? Like we know if she gets the soft cutesty attitude and treatment that it’ll be horrible to witness, aint overthinking that ? true. But maybe he isnt like that with her ? Thought of that ? But he mostly likely is.. You’ll just have to grin and bare the experience wont ya. I just dont want little me getting hurt anymore. It’s sucha fuzzy and supressed part of me now. Maybe thats why I havent been okay lately. 
Ive been feeling like I’m lacking something. I couldnt ever pin it. I always bring it back to me overthinking or being overly emotional or whatever. Like everytime I think “oh he doesnt want me as much anymore” or sommin he proves me wrong with his actions pretty soon after. But I still cant help feeling like theres sommin, idk if its missing or im not getting enough or what but idek what it is ? Am I making it up ? Well that’d be dumb, but you know you try to hurt yourself in weird ways. Youre probably convincing yourself youre not entirely happy because everything isnt tip top perfect but like ?? What is it then ? If it was real you wouldnt have to dig to find out, right ? Idk. 
I dont even feel the same as to when I started writing all this. How tf am I gonna relay this onto him later ? ooooo now I just thought about what he said yesterday, thats a wholeeeee other thing imma be thinking about now. I wanna write it down but I gotta still get shit done before end of work. maybe later 
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I've haven't had these feelings of inferiority for maybe 10 years now and it's currently 5am and this is the only thing on my mind...
I cant do a read more on mobile anymore soo...
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday
Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends
Word count: 5,326
(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)
You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”
You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.
He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 
Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”
You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”
“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”
There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 
“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”
“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”
Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 
He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”
You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”
“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”
“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.
“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”
Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”
“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 
“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”
“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 
You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 
“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”
Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”
“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”
You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 
“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”
“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 
“Shit, sorry.”
“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”
“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”
You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”
He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”
“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”
“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.
“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”
You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.
“Yikes.”
“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”
“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”
You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.
You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 
You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.
Sammy <3
(Y/n) where the hell are you?
Adrian <3
Do you guys think she ditched us?
I knew she was ignoring us
Sammy <3
Who ignores their friends?
Annie <3
(Y/n) apparently. 
She has more important things to do ig
Oh my god
Do you guys think she skipped school?
Adrian <3
I wouldn’t put it past her
Maybe she finally gave up
(Y/n)
I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today
I would never ignore you
Sammy <3
Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..
(Y/n)
I’m not ditching you!
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment
I’ll make it up to you guys
Adrian <3
How?
You’ve already skipped out on us enough already
Annie <3
Oh ik!
She can write our final research paper for us Dri!
I haven’t started it yet lmao
Adrian <3
Saaaame lmaoooo
Sammy <3
Guys, what about me???
Adrian <3
Idk, figure it out yourself
Sammy <3
Rude!
Uhhh
Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history
(Y/n)
Alright, I can do that for you guys
Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 
Annie <3
Thanks love ;)
(Y/n)
No problem, I like doing things for friends
My dad’s coming, I gotta go
Talk to you guys later
Adrian <3
Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!
(Y/n)
: ) <3
You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 
“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.
“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”
“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”
“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”
“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”
“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”
“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”
“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”
“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”
“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.
“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.
“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”
He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.
Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.
“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”
“I’m alright.”
“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”
“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”
She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”
You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”
You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 
“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”
“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”
“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”
“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”
She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”
You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”
You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”
“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”
She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.
“So?”
“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”
He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”
“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”
“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”
“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”
“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 
“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 
In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.
Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?
Hales : )
(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school
I need to talk to you before practice starts
It’s an emergency
(Y/n)
What’s going on?
Hales : )
I’ll explain after school.
Can’t talk about it over text
(Y/n)
Alright, see ya then ig
You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-
You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.
“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”
“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”
Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.
Unknown
I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.
If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.
You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 
Cut all ties now. You have two days. 
Do not try me.
“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”
She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”
“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”
“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”
“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”
She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”
“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”
She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”
You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”
She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 
You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”
The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 
“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 
“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 
“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 
“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.
“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.
“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”
“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 
“You just keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m serious.”
“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”
You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”
“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.
Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”
“I am and I hate it.”
Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 
Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.
You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 
“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.
“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”
She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”
“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”
She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”
She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.
“(Y/n)-”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”
You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”
She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”
You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”
“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”
“You really wanna bet?”
You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”
She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.
You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 
You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”
She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”
“Make me~”
She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”
She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”
“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.
“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”
She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”
She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-
“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”
You sighed, “right.”
The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.
You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”
“Yeah…”
You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 
You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 
“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”
“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”
He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”
You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”
“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”
You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.
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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years
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Just You And Me
Summary: Sam and Dean are on there second hunt to find John. They need help from the one person who hates Wendigos the most Y/n Winchester
Prequel to What's Worse Then Wednesday?
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Ten years ago John had his first encounter with a wendigo a family went hiking with a full group of fifteen and no one has came down from the mountain in almost a month. Having asked a more experienced hunter John wrote down things he needed to remember as he went up the mountain a bag with Molotov ,lighters,and flare-up. It took almost a week to find the small mine shaft his brown eyes widened at the seen. Male and female limps were torn of and only some still had enough meat and clothing to be identifiable. Some bodies were on hook that resembled mountain climbing gear. None of them moved except for one. Stepping closer a six year old girl was hanging from her binder wrist her eyes look into his scared before gazing over down a tunnel a thick trail of blood went down it as tears spilled down her face. "Mommy and Daddy are gone. I next." Her voice cracked and a unhuman beastly type growl echoed. "I'm gonna get you out of here, darling." That's how John Winchester met his adoptive daughter Y/n.
Its been seven years since then and the little family the Winchester's made for themselves was falling apart. It broke John's heart that he pushed away his youngest son when he wanted a way out of this life, but when his adoptive daughter wanted to hunt more big league he almost blew a fuse. Y/n was young really fucking young to be hunting on her own,but it could have been worse she could have cut off contact with John and Dean. Now two years later John's missing and the siblings need each other.
The h/c teenager hissed as she cleaned the deep cuts on her shoulder looking into the bathroom mirror. A fucking blood suckered clawed at her shoulder taking advantage of the other two she beheaded. The burner phone on the back of the toilet rings as she grabbed it putting it between her ear and none injured shoulder. "Kinda busy Dean-o." She mumbled slipping the antibacterial cream in the cuts making the surface pink. "Dad went on a hunt and hasn't been back yet. I got a call last night and it sounds Ike somethings under it." He said the sound of baby let be know he's in the car. "Send it over to me and I'll have it back to you by the hour. You leaving New Orleans?" She ask starting to Butterfly stitch closing up the cuts. "Yeah left about two hours ago heading to California." Pausing and shacking her head. "No no no no no! You're not involving Sammy! He got out the life let him stay away and safe." Y/n finished up wrapping her shoulder as she walked out the bathroom to put on a shirt. "I need to,n/n. I won't keep him long we are just gonna check out the place dad was last at. The question is are you coming." Licking her lips she sighed. "I can't I'm in New York right now just took care of a nest in Brooklyn. I won't make it cross country for a couple of weeks." Dean let out a heavy breath. "I know,but I also know you're avoiding Sammy." Maybe the youngest wasn't the only one heart broken after one of her protectors,her best friend left in a huff and hasn't answered a single call.
The silence was drawn out as Dean's phone buzzed against his ear. "There your voice-mail put it through a gold wave. Sounds like a vengeful spirt bring rock salt for the shotgun." Dean chuckled. "Thanks baby sis...wait did you put me on mute to ignore me!?You bit—" That's when the line went dead. The h/c girl giggled as she layed on the stiff musty motel mattress. Her eyes closed,but her mind ran ramped.
The woods they were dark and seemed to loom over her. It was so quite no sound came from anywhere not even the wind dared blow. Crying filled the the air it was that of a child. It grew closer till it disappeared all together the claw marks on the trees marked the familiar place the blood soaked leaves crunched behind her causing the teen to go stiff. She knew what was behind her it was the same thing in every dream for ten convective years even if she knew her body wouldn't allow her to act she was that same scared little girl paralyzed as the horror show continued. The creature yelled,but it echoed in all directions. "HELP US!" Dean and Sam's voices shocked her awake her body pinned in fear as she looked at the Wendigo on top of her. It successfully restricting movement if her whole upper body. Blinking hard it was gone and air filled her lungs like rushing water. It meant nothing...nothing at all.
It's been almost a two weeks since Dean's call. He often text since Sam tried to high jack his phone last time he tried calling. Sam and Y/n didn't exactly end on the best of notes. "Come with me." Sammy looked at a younger Y/n who shook her head. "No. I can't leave dad and Dean. Not like this." The dust has settled after the heated argument between father and son and the rules were clear the moment he walked out those doors he stayed gone. "Don't call him that." His mood seemed to shift back to angry,but something else was there. "Call him what? Dad?" The young girl was confused now. "He's not your dad." It wasn't a secret that Sam harbored negative feeling against his sister they were never anything serious,but he still somewhat loved her just not like a sister. "You're not apart of this family you can get away,but no you're going to stay here and become their weakness!" He points at John and Dean who were just behind her. "I'm not a weakness! I got their back like they've got mine. That's what's family's for!!!" She shouted her eyes welling with tears not letting them fall,but they slip out at his next words. "Your family is dead! Did you save them then?! Maybe if you did we wouldn't be stuck with you!!!" The room was still no one dared breathed Dean stared wide eyed at his baby brother as John grew tense grasping the neck of his beer bottle in a vise grip while same looked like a deer in headlights. A sniffle brought the three men's attention to the girl. Tears streamed down her face before she used a open palm to whip her face dry. "Just go. Cause that's what you do best you runaway from your problems and wait til Dad or Dean can fix it." The thirteen year old snapped at him as she pushed on him as he just stumbled back. "You're nothing,but a coward and a pathetic one at that. I don't want to loss the little family I got for myself you're so willing to walk away from them it shows how different we are...nothing,but two strangers." He stood in the doorways as the h/c teen grabbed his packed duffle bag and threw it into his torso making him fall to the ground.. "So just FUCKING LEAVE!!!" With that she slammed the door shut. What Sam couldn't see as he drove away from the dingy motel was the mess he left behind. A father struggling to keep his kids safe,a brother torn between hunting and normalice,and lastly a adoptive sister that can't help,but be different. Sam Winchester left his family in a worse state then imaginable.
Sitting in bed I looked at my phone hoping it rang or buzzed with a incoming message that said they were fine. Y/n jumped as the screen lit up the name Batman lighting the screen. "About fucking time you jackass!" Her words were harsh,but the relief filled her voice. "Yeah we just got out of Stanford campus heading to .... now." Dean said the sound of cars and wind slightly muffled his voice. "H-how's Sam after...after you know?" One thing that Winchester’s hated was emotions and even if they weren't blood she grew up the same. Nature and nurture going toe to toe. "I don't know. You can always ask him yourself you know." The h/c teen laughed as she ran her hand down her face. "Dean-o he's the same shaggy haired asshole that said I wasn't family. I'll give him a chat when we're cheek to cheek in hell." And another thing Winchester’s sure knew how to hold on to a fucking grudge. "God you sound like Bobby said if he ever saw dad again he'd be looking down his shotgun barrel." They both chuckled as the faint sound of a ding of a convince store rang out. "Well tell Samantha same goes for him." She picked her nails as she decided to get up. "What are you morons hunting anyways did dads ex-marine crap give you a clue?" The crunch a gravel on the line grew louder. "It just had coordinates,my name,and a note saying safe place with your name." Dean opened the car door and got inside as Sam approached him. "I don't know Dean I don't have a safe place in the middle of nowhere so keep me updated,Batsy." Sam looked over at Dean who switched hands to the furthest from his brother. "Copy that talk later,Robin." That's when the keep away match started.
"Dude what the hell I want to talk to Y/n." Sam huffed as his brother closed the flip phone dropping it on the floorboards next to his feet. "Your chances of talking to her are zero to none,man. Sammy she'll talk to you when she's ready." Dean sighs as he starts the car. The youngest huffed he will admit he was a shitty brother that night and everyday following he didn't like it,but he ignored her calls for a months till they just stopped.At first he was still heated,heated, he felt guilty,then he was too busy. Sam tried calling,but it disconnected immediately meaning she blocked him. He thought he'd see her when Dean broke in but finding out she's been taking her own hunts scared him shitless. And from what Dean told him she started after the first month she trained harder taking own bigger hunts with Dad before doing normal ones alone. Sam realized by leaving he took away her only need for normalice,her want to have something other then hunting. He took her slice of the apple pie for himself.
The brothers were in the fucking woods in jeans and flannels walking with a makeshift search party for a missing kid. They were in a abandoned campsite after they lost their supplies. The signal was shot and Dean's phone was useless in most areas. He sent a text as it waited for any signal to send. "' Going in the woods with unknown creature. You know the coordinates I'll call if we need you'" That was a bit of a lie. He knew what it was before nightfall,but he didn't want her to have a panic attack he wouldn't be there to help her. The guide Roy? shot blindly in the woods after something rustled and growled like no animal. The boys ran after him as he got snatched up into the treeline which made them quickly escape back to the camp. As Haley and her brother Ben slept Dean had first watch they weren't prepared and this was the last creature he wanted his sister to hunt. Not after last time.
Dean was on a hunt with Dad and Y/n while Sammy stayed at uncle Bobby's for exam week or some shit. John never told them what they were hunting they had to discover it themselves. The hunt that was suppose to last three days,but took almost a week the tried tracking it yet nothing came up,but more missing persons. The trio decided they'd go back into the national park when it was daylight again,but they didn't need to wait that long. That night they slept Y/n sharing the bed with Dean as dad slept in the bed to the right of them it was probably the quietest night they've every had so the fact that something breezed in under their noses scares them most. Dean rolled out of the bed to the bathroom closing the door after he turned on the light it illuminated the pale skinned beast in the corner. It creeper closely to the only adult in the room gazing at his body before turning to the smaller figure in the bed breathing evenly. It crept onto the bed leaning over her body the old motel mattress creaked as it settled onto her. The weight of the creature was crushing causing her breath to come out in a hissing wheeze as her e/c eyes opened before they filled with shock. Going to scream the crushing weight on her chest pushed all the air out along with breaking a few ribs. Her hand wiggled out from under him as she wiggled her arm to hit the lamp off the table it broke onto the ground and John shot up with his gun and Dean busted out of the bathroom both froze before jumping into action the young boy running to get a lighter while John shot at it just to get it away from Y/n. The boney supernatural creature screeched getting up allowing the girl to try and roll out of the bed it struck her back blood soaked her clothing as she fell coughing roughly knowing the fall made one of the ribs stab into her lungs. The males in the room were able to set the monster ablaze quickly getting out of the room John holding his daughter. Y/n was in shock like many victims they've seen that monster was her nightmare and it casual gazed at her having the ability to kill her at any moment. After going to the hospital she stayed at Bobby's for almost a month to recover physically and mentally. Wendigos are her yellow eyes.
The next day as the followed the tracks of the Wendigo a sigh left Dean's lips as he tried to call her it rung for awhile before dial tone at least it went through,but she must have been busy. About to hand up the girl took off running after the beast made itself know Dean ran to keep up with her Sam yelling for him to wait as he stayed with her brother. She managed to trip as he went to pick her up he was hit over the head as she screamed for help as he started fading in and out and the voice-mail ended with Cries of help.
Y/n sat in her car waiting for a update text form Dean she started driving close to where he was,but didn't involve herself yet she almost got a room at the motel when her phone buzzed with a text. It was a update to come if he ever called to head over and help with a thankful sigh she back tracked from the motel and went to the dinner as she left her 0gonw on the table to order food it vibrated with a incoming call. One missed call and a voice-mail. As she grabbed her bagged lunch she grabbed the stuff off the table going back to her car as she got in the driver's seat she opened her phone to see a missed call and a voice-mail. Dean never sends voice-mails so Y/n opened it and she almost broke her foot as she hit the pedal to get to the woods. "Dean wait up~*crackle of leaves and grunts*~Come on we gotta ge—~*Female Screams followed by a thud*~ DEAN!!! *Inhuman roar before cut off*" Y/n almost had a panic attack in the car,but the adrenaline made her move faster that was sent five minutes ago. Taking a deep breath she began calling any hunter supernatural or not that knew the area well enough. "Hello?" "Hey this is the ARIA. I'm F/n F/L/N you have been hunting in the area for forty years are there any identifying landmarks within those woods? So incase of emergency?" The old man happily spoke about clearings,cabins on the edge,river,and a abounded mineshaft and where they were. She quickly thanked the man before hanging up she pulled out a satellite gps as she got looked over were she needed to go. Grabbing a backpack she loaded it with everything she needed as she took off into the wood watch as she got closer and closer with each click.
Sam's eyes fluttered open as he grabbed his bearings. Dean was next to him which mean he got captured not long after Dean and got taken. Haley,Ben,and Tommy were to the right of him they were stuck as he tried to move or at least hit Dean and wake him up. His brothers eyes sluggishly opened as he looked around before turning back to Sam in shock. The heavy foot steps creeped closer as the half clothes supernatural being looked down at them even though they were hanging on meat hooks. It moved down the line of people about to grab Tommy when a soft cry echoed in the cave. It turned around and listened closely. The brothers strained their ears to hear what it was. The Wendigo sprinted off to investigate when something else came into the Winchester’s view. Y/n stood infront of her brothers mud,sticks,and leaves on her body to mask her sent. Walking forward with a knife she cut Dean down before doing the same for Sam. The oldest went to cut down the siblings as Sam stopped his sister. "Y/n how did you get here? You shouldn't be here the monster is a—" She cut him off with a anxious smile in her face. "A Wendigo I know,but you guys needed a hero so I'm here." Dean came over to them as he stood next to his taller brother. "Sammy's right though,N/n. You got to get out of here after what happened last time. This thing is different from the last one it won't sit still for us to shoot it." He had a point, but he knew that was years ago he was still scared he couldn't protect her. "I got this I can defend myself. Get these people out of her I can distract the man eater." Handing them both a flare guns She turned towards the opposite tunnel the beast went into. "That leads straight to a river follow the flow and after it stops you're only two miles from Baby." About the protest they hear a growl. Y/n quickly sprinted further into the cave making enough noise to cover them escaping.
"OH OH HERS SHE COMES WATCH OIT BOYS SHE'LL CHEW YOU UP! OH OH HERE SHE COMES SHES A MAN EATER!!!" She sung running lighting flares leaving a trail as she ventured deeper. Y/n pulled the rubber top igniting another about to drop it when a snarl came form behind her. "Well hello beastie." She didn't turn around evening her breathing before spinning. The red light illuminated the monster in a devilish glow she wasn't a scared little girl anymore she was a Winchester and Winchester’s chase after their demons. "Just you and me now." A roar sounded throughout the damp cave. The boys turn to look back they both wanted to run back,but both of them would have pit her in more danger they were injured and a extra body to look after would put her at risk. They saw the orange hue of flames and the sound of glass breaking. Standing anxiously waiting for her to come out they were thrown back by the force of a explosion pressurized by the small space. The rock of the cave entrance was about to crumble when a head of h/c hair running out with a limp as it collapsed dust clouded the scene before them they could tell if she even got out until it settled. The youngest Winchester stumbled forward as she smiled at her brothers blood coming from her head and her split lip. "That was awesome. I did a Indian John's." Dean ran as fast as he could capturing her in a bone crushing hug. "Do some shit like that again I'll kill you then myself." She giggled as she hugged him back. "Sorry can't hear you. Explosion ya know deafening me." Y/n joked as her brother pulled away from the hug. Sam walked over slowly almost testing the waters. "Hey Y/n." He said shaky as he looked down at her. She's grown alot since last time he saw her she had more scarred and hard exterior. "Heya Sam." Her e/c orbs looked up at him they were uneasy as she smiled at him before hugging her as well. "I missed you,Jackass." Her voice was muffled by his shirt as he returned the hug. Their relationship will never be the same they both had Dean as a buffer between them,but for right now in this moment it was just the two of them Just you and me against the world.
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fanmoose12 · 3 years
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lowkey angsty prompt/hc based on your post about mike being hange's older bro: imagine if he approached levi, who was at the infirmary looking over hange late at night, and at first levi thought he was gonna shoo him away but mike said "ik my sister's a pain in your ass, but look after her, alright?" and so after mike died, levi became helllaaaa overprotective 🤧🤧 he probably thinks he failed his promise to mike when he let hange go in chap 132 AAAA PAIN
upon entering the dimly lit infirmary, mike was met with quite a sight.
if someone had told him that the pesky thief he and erwin had apprehended in the depth of underground would be gently caressing the hand of his little hange... mike would have dumped him into a puddle a couple of times more.
it was hard to imagine levi, whose face showed either an infinite boredom or a fierce distaste for everyone and everything, to be so caring and gentle with anything else, except his tea set and favorite broom.
yet, here he was, sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair and gazing and mike's dear sibling like she was the most important thing in his world.
watching him hold hange's hand felt like mike was intruding upon something sacred and intimate.
he would have walked away, leaving levi and hange alone. he should have walked away, hange was obviously in good hands, but hange was injured, and, as a big, attentive brother, mike just had to check up on her.
he slowly approached the bed, giving levi the time to react and take his hands away from hange. mike's steps were heavy and loud. levi didn't seem to hear them.
stopping just behind his shoulder, mike cleared his throat.
levi jumped in his seat, whirling around. his eyes were wide, his mouth open in a silent surprise. mike hid an amused smile.
"good evening, levi," he said.
"mike." levi nodded. the softness that was swirling in the depth of his usually cold eyes disappeared, as a cautious, more guarded look took its place. he suddenly stood up, taking a step back. "you were busy after the expedition. i had nothing better to do, so i... decided to keep f- hange company in meantime."
"thank you," mike murmured, the smile behind his moustache growing at levi's slip up. they had a fight about this, before mike realised that levi's offending nicknames was just a way to get hange's attention and not a sign of disrespect. he was surprised, however, that levi did make an effort to call hange by her actual name, at least in his presence. "how is she?"
"better than yesterday," levi said. "the doctors say she has to stay for a few more days, and then she'll be free to go."
"good. and how is her mood?"
"insufferable as always," levi answered. "berner had visited a few times, she made him bring all of her papers so she could continue working."
mike looked around, if hange was actually working here, there was no sign of it - no stacks of papers with scribbles or spilled ink on it.
"and where are those papers now?"
"back in her office, of course," levi scoffed. "as soon as berner brought them here, i threatened to set them on fire if hange touches even a single sheet. she let moblit take them back."
mike couldn't deny it, he was impressed. even he, a caring and attentive big brother, could never force hange to abandon her work.
"well, i'll be going then," levi spoke, turning his eyes away from mike's curious gaze. "since you're here, i no longer have to watch over hange."
before levi could take a single step, mike's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"i have to accompany erwin to a meeting next morning, so i can't be here for long. if you wish... you can stay."
for a second, levi said nothing. he just stared at mike, as though trying to understand what kind of ulterior motive he could have. mike stared back, his face friendly and open.
"i'll stay then," levi answered after a moment. "just in case she needs something."
"thanks for looking after her," mike said. "it means a lot to hange, and... to me."
"thanks for letting me," levi responded. "i know we don't exactly see eye to eye, but... i won't hurt hange."
"i know," mike smiled.
he approached the bed hange was laying at and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "sweet dreams, hans," he whispered, brushing the hair from her face.
"sweet dreams, levi," mike clasped his shoulder and then walked away, leaving hange and levi alone.
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