#my back hurts from sitting that's how much homework I did today I'm dead

[justhere4kpop]

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Idol!Song Mingi x Reader

Mingi wants you to this to their new single before they release it. Will you like it?

tags: @layzfeelit, @senpai-of-doom Love you guys!!

WC: 2330

a/n: I couldn't sleep when I thought of this so I wrote down the idea and then thought about it all night. I hope you guys like it! Thanks for the continued support! I'm so happy to be writing again!

Masterlist

You knew dating an idol would be hard when it came to seeing each other regularly. You knew fans would take a majority of their time, you knew practice, recording, fittings, photoshoots, music video shoots, lessons, and all the other things would take priority over your time together. You knew all these things yet you still fell for the man in front of you showing up with yellow and red hair. 

I met Mingi in 2020, I was hired to help KQ’s next group of trainees, KQ Fellaz 2. I refer to them as the babies. I help them with the language homework, mostly English, but I can help them with Japanese too. I help them make TikToks, Instagram reels, YouTube Shorts….you get the picture. I’m basically their mom but I’m paid to be. They are nice boys….even when they torment me. Oh right! I was talking about how we met. The two I had in Fellaz were off for the day but Eden asked me to come in since I could work the board while Ateez was recording a song at the time. I hung out there for at least a good 18 hours, maybe 20. I was so tired the next day I had to wheel myself in a rolling chair all day. Mingi went to the 7-11 with me a few times to pick up snacks and drinks those 2 days and well…he just kind of started getting snacks with me everyday until he said something cheesy like “You’re my snack cake.” and I laughed so hard I think soda came out of my nose. Or was that the time hot chocolate came out? Both of those hurt by the way. 

“Jesus Christ, someone's going to recognize you!” I whisper-screamed, pulling him into my apartment. “Is it new?” I smiled looking at his new hair.

“Just did it today.” Mingi smiled at me. “Do…you like it?” he asked a sudden wave of nerves hitting him.

“Like it? Are you crazy? You look like Rengoku from Demon Slayer, I more than like it. I love it. Oh Rengoku, gone too soon from this world.” I wiped my fake tears away over my one of many fictional husbands.

“I am right here you know.” Mingi dead-panned.

“I am aware, and very grateful for that fact.” I kissed his cheek.

“I missed you.” he pulled me back against him, holding me gently.

“I missed you.” I mumbled into his chest. “How’s the album coming along?”

“I really like you’ll love this song Jagiya.” he swayed us lightly. “Especially since you loved Hala Hala so much.”

“Oh? So is it a continuation? Hmm? Mingiiii tell me…tell me tell me tell me!!!!” I smiled and jumped up and down a little causing him to smile.

“I’ve already said too much.” he chuckled. “How are the babies?”

“Hmm? Oh you know them. Minjae and Sumin like to call me grandma. I’m not that old. Right? Why are you laughing?” I pouted up at him.

“Because that sounds exactly like them.” he laughed more. “Does that make me grandpa?”

“No you’re Big Brother Mingi.” I frowned more. 

“Oh? Do they know we’re dating?”

“Yeah and Junghoon and Jinsik don’t leave me alone about it. HoW cAn He DaTe SoMeOnE sO oLd?” I rolled my eyes. “They pick on me all the time MinMin.”

“Oh god you still remember that?” he smiled.

“Come on, let's sit down.” I motioned to the couch.

“Yes ma’am”

“Not you too.” I giggled.

With the Fellaz getting ready for Kcon Thailand I knew I was going to be busy, they were still excited from getting to tour with Ateez and show off themselves. The whole group was practically buzzing all the time. I tried so hard to get them to focus on the English lesson today. It was a goddamn nightmare.

“You look stressed y/n.” Hongjoong looked at me as I was hiding in the practice room.

“I am stressed, their maniacs today.”

“Maniac 나사 빠진 것처럼 미쳐” Wooyoung sang overhearing me.

“Haha you’re so funny.” I sighed. 

“Jagiya? What are you doing here?” Mingi came back into the room.

“Hiding. They’re crazy today. It took 3 hours to get through the lesson they had today. It should’ve only taken 1!”

“Do you think they’re just bored?” Hongjoong asked.

“Probably, and they absolutely adore being onstage, I don’t blame them, it’s what they’re paid to do and of course it’s what they want to do. I just…today was rough. Maybe some of the jokes hurt a little more today than I let on, I’m not mad, just maybe I’m a little tired of being called old? I’m not that much older, just a few years.” I pouted from the floor.

“Just one of those days where you feel a little more sensitive. I get it.” Mingi sat down next to me. “You didn’t sleep well last night, I can tell.”

“How?” I looked at him like he just told someone my darkest secret.

“You messaged me three tiktok edits of myself at 3am, seven edits and 5 twitter posts at 5am and then at 8am you messaged me with a youtube video of Mingi being Mingi for 10 minutes straight”

“Sorry.” I said as small as I could.

He put his arm around me. “Don’t be, I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep.” he kissed the side of my head.

Mingi and I very rarely get to spend more than a few hours together so finally being able to have a day off together to be together is a warm welcome. He came over the night before so we truly had 24 whole hours together. We made ramen, we played a few rounds of Guitar Hero, then we watched a movie and let’s say….he really showed off what he fingers could do. Waking up next to him was the start to a day I didn’t want to end anytime soon. Pulled into his chest as his soft exhales hit the top of my head. I wanted to stay there forever. 

“Mmmm stay.” he mumbled out, feeling me shift around.

“Mingi, we’ll have to get up at some point.”

“Not now.” he pulled me back into him. “5 more minutes.”

“Alright…5 more minutes, but then I really need a shower.” he rubbed my back soothingly.

“5…mo…re….minut…..” he had already fallen back asleep…..was he even awake in the first place? Probably not. “I love you.” he mumbled out softly.

“I love you too.” I whispered back to him so I didn’t wake him up.

So we stayed in bed for probably 30 more minutes. I lost track of time hearing him mumble things in his sleep and watching him take a well needed rest. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.

“Hmm?” he stirred, finally waking up.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.” I giggled and gave him a soft kiss.

“Mmmph. You can wake me up like that more if you want.” he said voice still thick with sleep.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I could get used to this.” he smiled, eyes still closed as if trying to go back to sleep once more.

“What? Sleeping in?” I chuckled.

“Waking up next to you.” he kissed me this time.

He still gives me butterflies.

“We don’t have to be at work today and you want to go to the studio?” I asked from the bathroom sink while brushing my teeth.

“Yeah I want to show you something!” he called out from the shower. “You’ll like it I promise!”

“You promise that a lot!” I called back.

“And I’m always right, except that time we ordered Tempura and got a fried banana in there by surprise!”

“I mean it wasn’t bad, just unexpected.” I chuckled at the memory. “Oh! I saw the promotional photo this morning while you were asleep!” He turned off the shower and came out wrapped in a towel. “All I’m saying is that if I don’t get you at least once, I’m definitely changing biases.” I chuckled. “Also you’re never allowed to change that hair.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen.” he smiled and picked me up to set me on the counter. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I closed the distance with a kiss. “Get dressed.”

“We don’t have to leave right away,” he shrugged.

“Oh? Once wasn’t enough I see.”

“Jagi, once is never going to be enough.”

I snorted. Sometimes he’s sappy, sometimes he’s just plain horny. Sometimes either one makes me laugh, or both. 

I let him lead me through to the studio since he obviously had this all planned.

“And we’re in the studio because??”

“I want you to listen to something.” he smiled.

“Huh?”

“I want YOU to listen to Something.” he gestured to the computer.

“Okay I don’t know why this couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” I sat down and put the headphones on. “Ready when you are boss.” I gave him a thumbs up. I heard the synth and then Seonghwa.”Is this the new single?!” I looked at him and he had a big smile on his face. “Mingi!” I paused it. “You can’t be showing me this!”

“I can and I will. You work here, it's not like it’s a secret we have a comeback soon.”

“Mingiiii.” I pouted a little. This is a big deal, he’s never shown me things before release, not that he didn’t want to, he just never had the time. 

“Please keep listening.” he adjusted the headphones back onto my ears. I gave him a nod and he started the song over so I could listen. 

I nodded along listening to everyone come in, it wasn’t until-

“IS THAT YEOSANG!?” I yelped out at the deep voice coming through. Mingi just nodded. It got to the chorus and I was hooked. I paused it for a second and rewound it to the start of the chorus.

“Oh no.” I looked at him and his face fell. “Oh no I love it.” I hit play again listening to the words flow into my eardrums.

“YA!” He hit my arm and I let out a laugh.

I bobbed my head along starting the chorus over again before letting it continue. “Oh Hongjoong!” I smiled listening a little closer.

“Who Are You? It’s just-” I paused it again hearing Mingi’s voice come through.

“No.” I looked at him. “That’s you?!” I squealed, unplugging the headphones and playing it again and again. Not even letting the first line finish. “Wait…” I played it again. “No Fix On?”

“It’s for a purpose.” he chuckled, enjoying this all too much.

“You guys and all your lore, I’ll never catch up.” I smiled and hit play again.

“Who are you? It’s just me, myself, and I.” the recording sang out. 

This time I finally let it finish and I immediately started it over not saying a single word this time, just listening to it ring out in the space. Okay. Wow.

“Ok?” he started fidgeting nervously.

“I’m obsessed.” I smiled. “It’s…literally so good. I like can’t even speak right now. I feel like I’m in shock.”

“Really?”

“You’re gonna hear that song a lot Princess…I don’t think it’s leaving my queue for a solid month after it releases.”

“You mean it?” he started beaming.

“I really do Mingi. It’s so good.” I smiled while hitting play one more time.

This is a big deal for him, he wrote this song with Hongjoong, he let you listen to it first, he let you listen to a part of him he’d put out for everyone before anyone else and he watched you smile like he gave you the world. Mingi never doubted that he loved you, he never doubted asking you out, never doubted following you to the 7-11, but in this moment watching you accept the piece of him he offered he fell for you ten times over.

“I love you so much.” He pulled me into his lap as the song began to loop. He had a few unshed tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much more, Mingi.” I smiled and held his hand in mine. “This was the best day off ever.”

“Well I can think of a few other things we could do with our time.” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah not in the studio.” I chuckled. “Yet.”

“Oh so that’s a maybe.” he laughed as I got up off his lap to get my things.

“It’s a maybe someday, but not today. However if you speed back to my place it’s a definitely in my bedroom kinda day. Maybe you can even sing your part again for me.” I pulled my purse over my shoulder just as he scooped me up.

“You my dear drive a hard bargain.”

“Not the only thing hard is it MinMin.” I winked and we walked out of the studio together.

“Yeah….I could absolutely get used to this.” he smiled hearing me hum the song a little.

---------------------------------------------------

Bonus:

“So when does preorder start?” I asked refreshing my web page for the 5th time in 3 minutes.

“You know you could just ask and I’ll grab one.” Mingi watched my eyes strain at my phone screen.

“But then what’s the point?” I looked up. “It won’t count towards sales! And you’d rig it so I definitely got your photocard and I want to know if I’ll keep pulling Woo or not.”

“I’m pretty sure you pay your own paycheck at this point.” he sighed deeper.

“Ah!” I jumped up and hit a few buttons and clicked a few things before grabbing my wallet and typing in more things and pulling my card out to look at it. “Okay done.”

*A Few Weeks Later*

“What do you mean you got 6 albums!?” Mingi looked at the stack in my arms.

“And this was just a preorder.” I smiled as I started taking the plastic off.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #song mingi x reader #mingi x you #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #mingi #ateez fluff #halazia

[vocabsucks]

안녕! 잘 지냈어요? 전 일찍 숙제하고 수업하서 정말 힘들어요. 교수님은 숙제를 너무 줬어요 ㅠㅠ 오늘 하루 어땠어? 뭐 했어요?

#my back hurts from sitting that's how much homework I did today I'm dead #korean #korean writing #korean langblr #langblr #language

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

More Than Just Survive

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Requested by @petrified-teeth : hey, i have a request if you’re still doing walking dead requests!! a daryl x reader set during either season one or two, hes pining after the reader and when he sees them playing with carl, maybe giving him a piggyback ride or something, he gets really flustered thinking about him and the reader raising their own kids??? only if you want to!!

Summary: Daryl sees you playing with Carl and he suddenly realizes he wants kids. With you.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

×

Daryl never thought he could fall in love. He didn't even know the feeling. But it hit him like a train the moment he saw her.

(Y/N) was flustered when he stumbled on her in the woods, running from the city. Ripped clothes, messy hair, and heart racing. Daryl was a bit rude at first, taken aback by how beautiful she was. He met many women, but nobody claimed he hears like this, from the very first moment. From the very first sight.

And he lost his mind from that moment on.

Her safety was his priority. Keeping her feed and warm and dressed. She became his whole world.

Daryl was happy to find the farm. He didn't agree with Hershel's methods, and he didn't like all the new people around him. But it was better than staying on the road, and when winter comes, she'll have a warm place to sleep. And that's what matters.

“Whoa. Nice hunt.” She says, eyes set on him. The deer he shot was heavy on his shoulders, but he was glad for the huge amount of meat he provided. That he provided to her. “What about some more lessons later today?”

“I'll teach ya ta’ clean it. C'mon.” He says, tilting his head to the open area East of the house where he set his camp. And where you set yours, despite the offer of a room in the house. Daryl tried to convince her, but she's too much of a hothead to accept it. He didn't want to admit it, and he never will, but he rather has her close by. Daryl sleeps better knowing she's in the tent right next to him, only a couple of feet away.

“I have to help Carl with homework. Give me ten minutes.” She says with a bright smile, and Daryl's heart starts beating so fast he thinks he might die.

Can someone die from love? Because if that's possible, Daryl knows he's damned.

“Fine. Hurry up.” He grunts, walking past her.

(Y/N) gives him an eye roll and a giggle. She sees right past him and he's fake anger. She knows him, maybe too well.

Daryl goes to his camp, dropping the deer and cleaning himself the best as he can. Everyone gets to shower once a day, and so does he. For her. He even cleans under his nails once a day.

Ten minutes pass by quickly, and then another ten, and (Y/N) still hasn't come. So Daryl makes his way to the wooden table under the three, where Carl usually sits to study. And there's where she is, but instead of peacefully sitting down, she's has Carl hanging on her back, a burst of laughter flowing out her lips.

“You're too heavy, kiddo!” She laughs, stumbling a little before standing up straight. “Jump off!”

“Let's see how many squats with me on your back!” Carl yells, swinging his legs. “C'mon!”

“I'm so gonna drop you off.” She says, grabbing his thighs and bouncing him up. “Ready?”

“Born ready.” He nods and she starts, crouching down over and over again, laughing, making silly comments with Carl.

(Y/N) would be a good mother. This thought comes to him suddenly, and at the same time, another acknowledgment.

Daryl Dixon never thought about having kids until this very moment. And it's a weird feeling. His father was a devil, but he will make it different. He will be different.

He and (Y/N) have this unlabeled relationship. Always around each other, talking, hugging. (Y/N) takes every chance she has to lay her head on his shoulder. At least once a day. And Daryl feels like his heart is trying to jump off his chest.

“Five! Six!” Carl counts as she laughs and squats.

“I can't anymore, kiddo. Drop off.” She complains, and Carl jumps to the ground. “My back hurts now.”

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, gesturing for her to come when she looks at him. “C'mon.”

“Bye, kiddo.” She says, messing with Carl's hair.

Daryl patiently waits until she reaches him before he starts walking again. She smells good, like the strawberry shampoo he got her a while ago. She gives him a stare, a smile, and a wink, grabbing his arm and keeping the slow pace.

He doesn't care if the world ended. He knows he wants a family. And he wants it with her.

“I don't wanna do that!” You say the moment Daryl opens up the deer. “I can kill it but I can't do that.”

“Ya gotta learn. What if yer out there alone?”

“That's easy to fix.” Sitting on the three logs you keep near the tent you cross your legs, eyes set on Daryl despite the rather disgusting task he's into.

“How?” He grunts, blue eyes giving you a curious glance.

“We'll never be apart.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at the eye roll. “What? We haven't been apart ever since we met, D. And I don't want to be apart from you. Never.”

“Did ya ever think about havin’ kids?” The question comes out of nowhere, and it takes you by surprise. “Ya get along with Carl jus’ fine. Thought ya'd be a good mom.”

Biting your lip, you silently stare at him for a while. “Yeah. I always wanted to have kids. I still do.” Blushing a little, you look down at your hands. “But it's... It's really hard to find a Daryl who could be the father.” The words come out a little too low, but by the awkward silence, you know he heard you. “I-I mean–”

“Nobody would want ta’ have a child with me, (Y/N).” He mutters, and when you look up at him again, he's focused on his task, peeling the skin off the deer.

“If you have the balls to propose, Daryl Dixon, we might start working on that right away.” You try to keep the sassy tone, but your whole body burns. It's not a secret you love Daryl. And it's not a secret he loves you.

“Yer jokin’.”

“M’ not.” Giggling, you put a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'm not.”

“Huh.” He mumbles, eyes burning through you. “We can talk about that when I'm done here.” Daryl's voice is low and raspy, and you can see a reddish color on his neck. “Gotta get this ready ta’ feed the group.”

“Mhmm.” You nod, smiling.

This wasn't how you expected your day to end, with talkings about kids and marriage. But the world ended, and the least you can do is try to be happy. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple, but you want more than just survive. You want to live.

And you want Daryl to be part of that.

#daryl fanfiction #imagine daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon one shot #the walking dead x reader #imagine the walking dead

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

Isn’t it funny how we make rational excuses for being out of alignment?

We say, “Well, this ____ and that ____ happened, so it makes perfect sense for me to be feeling like this ____ and wanting to do this ____.”

Yet, to this day, I have never met a happy person who adheres to those excuses. In fact, each time I – or anyone else – decide to give in to “rational excuses” that justify feeling bad – it’s interesting that only further suffering is the result.

There is never a good enough reason for us to be out of alignment with peace. Sure, we can go there and make choices that dim our lights… and that is fine; there certainly is purpose for it and the contrast gives us lessons to learn… yet if we’re aware of what we are doing and we’re ready to let go of the suffering – then why go there at all? It’s like beating a dead horse. Been there, done that… so why do we keep repeating it?

Pain is going to happen; it’s inevitable in this human experience, yet it is often so brief. When we make those excuses, what happens is: we pick up that pain and begin to carry it with us into the next day… and the next day… into next week… maybe next month… and some of us even carry it for years or to our graves!

Forgive, let it go! It is NOT worth it! It is NEVER worth it. There is never a good enough reason for us to pick up that pain and carry it with us. There is never a good enough reason for us to be out of alignment with peace. Unforgiveness hurts you; it hurts others, so why even go there? Why even promote pain? Why say painful things to yourself or others? Why think pain? Just let it go!

Whenever I look back on painful things or feel pain today, I know it is my EGO that drives me to “go there.” The EGO likes to have the last word, it likes to feel superior, it likes to make others feel less than in hopes that it will make itself (me) feel better about my insecurities. Maybe if I hurt them enough, they will feel the pain I felt over what they did to me. It’s only fair! It’s never my fault; it’s always someone else’s. There is a twisted sense of pleasure I get from feeling this way, and my EGO eats it right up. YET! With awareness that continues to grow and expand each day, I choose to not feed my pain (EGO) or even go there. I still feel it at times, of course, so I simply acknowledge it and then release it.

I HAVE power and choice over my speech and actions. I do not need to ever “go there” again. It’s my choice; it’s your choice. So it’s about damn time we start realizing this. We are not victims of our impulses or emotions; we have the power to control them, and so it’s time to stop acting like we don’t. It’s time to relinquish the excuses."

Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace: Essential Teachings for Enriching Life

hi anon

I'm assuming you sent this in order to show me how I can help myself and thank you.

Here's just a little bit about myself.

I make excuses a lot. And I know that.

And ha- i want to make an excuse about that, but I can't.

I have a fixed mindset and I know that. I've been trying to help myself but I'm not doing a very good job. There are things that I just know aren't "normal."

I procrastinate a lot. A lot a lot, to much. I'll sit for a couple hours on my phone and not realize it. I've spent hours on tumblr at a time. And I know that it's lazy... and I hate that- I hate that I can't do things which are so simple.

It's stupid that I can't do simple tasks or how I could rarely do homework when I was younger- and I only "studied" for finals which was more of for a total of- maybe an hour, over a couple weeks for each class?

And why??? I don't know. I don't know why. I can't make myself sit down to do something I don't want to do. Like I would rather stare at a wall for an hour then study for something. Despite me WANTING to get better in grades or other tasks.

I looked it up once and I believe I have executive dysfunction- when I brought it up to my mom and she said I didn't have it- that it was stupid because it's not a disorder- it's laziness.

So I finally put the idea away because none of my friends or family would think about it- just that I was lazy and I'm not saying I'm not. I know I am to an extent- but I thought I had found a reason why- but maybe it was just another excuse.

I do agree with the passage- we can control our emotions.

I'm just so sick of being fine.

No one wants to think I'm not.

I just want- maybe need- to be sad. Everyone think's I'm fine but I'm not. I'm not ok.

I think people have been taught that you better have reasons why you don't feel happy. We make excuses of why this happened or why that happened. I find it awful... Of course you can feel down, just not all the time. You need to be aware there's a light to the shadow.

Sometimes you need to be in the dark to remember what the light looks like. You need to grieve or cry or yell, emotions can't stay pent up forever. But once you've been in the shadows you can look at the world from a new perspective, and you can remember what it's like to smile, you can work your way out of the dark and into the light.

People have their ups and downs and I don't think we should be sorry for them. We can control how we feel but it's ok to let yourself have a break from holding it in.

It's ok to not be ok.

#this has nothing to do with tumblr friends #irl stuff #tw mental health #it's ok to not be ok #thank you anon #unless you were calling me out on making excuses and being annoying #in that case #ily but you can go <3 #jk jk thank you

[coconutknightshade]

I'm kinda wondering what would Morgan think of Peter when she grows up. Will she love him like a brother or will she blame him for Tony's death? Sure it's unlikely but think of all the angst!! Probably sth along the lines of" I wish he never picked you over me!!" Btw I'm absolutely in love with your fics ❤❤❤❤

Thank you so much @nightskyblufaith , that makes me very happy to hear! I love that you love them and I hope that you continue to love them

That being said- You come into my house, on the eve of my daughters wedding, and you attempt to break my heart. You come to a girl that is hellbent on never even touching a post-endgame fic where Tony is dead and you have the audacity to ask her if she’ll write one? I just have one question- Why do you hate me? Do you revel in my tears? 

I hope I return the favor. If I’m going to suffer than I’m taking you down with me! 

We’ll perish together! 

In all seriousness, I had instant inspiration upon reading your prompt and I hope I did you justice! I feel like it may have taken a turn you hadn’t been going for, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless :) I also want to note- I still have your other prompt and it’s still in the pipeline and I haven’t forgotten about it!

A Good Hero and a Good FatherWord Count: 2,500ish

She's drunk. 

Wasted and swaying far too close to the edge. It has Peter's heard pounding dangerously fast, panic rising as a lump in his throat. 

She's only sixteen- Very much below the drinking age. Bottles are littered at her feet and even as far from her as Peter is, the smell of alcohol clinging to her is painfully strong. He frowns. 

Will he be fast enough if she teeters over the edge? How long has she been drinking? Christ. Is this going to end in an ER visit?

She's also supposed to be in school. It's nearly noon. Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey had been attempting to hunt her down for hours. Pepper was understandably distraught, horrified that with all of the technology at her disposal she couldn't track down her daughter. 

Unsurprising, if Peter is being honest. Much like her father, she operates on her own time and with her own rules. If she doesn't want to be found than she won't be found. 

Fortunately, much like his father figure, Peter is innovative. It should come as no surprise that every person Peter keeps close to him is trackable by no less than three different ways. After the life he's been through, and the loved ones he's lost, Peter isn't taking any chances. Before Pepper had ended her call with ‘please, if you find her let me know’ Peter had already traced down her exact location. In fact, doing so had been nothing but a means of verification- He knew her well enough to know where she would end up. 

The two of them haven't been there in awhile. At least a year now. When she was younger they would spend a day or two a week up on that rooftop. They would curl up and overlook the city, talk about anything and everything. Peter would help her with her homework and she would sit close to him, excitedly and dramatically narrating whatever game he was playing at the time. Together they would watch movies on his laptop and at times he would let her slip on his mask and watching through the old Baby Monitor Protocol any footage he had of Tony. It usually ended in tears, but Peter Parker never could say no to Morgan Stark. 

This time is far different than those of the past. The atmosphere is heavy, unsettling. Immediately upon landing Peter is dodging one empty bottle after another. 

“Fuck your Spidey Sense,” she bites out, throwing another one and in doing so nearly pitches forward on unsteady feet. Morgan scoffs when he catches it without so much as flinching. Her words, however- Her words do make him flinch. 

“Morgan,” he says softly, almost pained. She's already shaking her head. 

“No,” she points a finger at him, swallowing thickly. “You don't get to do that- You don't get to sound sympathetic and concerned. I don't want to fucking hear it.” 

Peter nearly takes a step back, caught off guard by the venom. Morgan Stark is what he imagines a little sister to be. They mess around, he’s taught and helped her with anything she needed. Oftentimes, and much to Pepper's concern and amusement, they prank each other, with each prank growing more and more reckless. She’s his sister and of course they bicker and argue as such, but this is different. It's almost chilling.

“Morgan,” he says again, voice loud and firm. “Step away from the ledge.” 

Morgan laughs, manic almost, and Peter clenches his jaw. He's got a hand stretched out hesitantly as if ready to catch her if she tips over the edge, even though he's too far away to actually do so if she were to tumble over. 

“Do you- Do you really think that I would pull something like that?” Her laughter turns to sobs, emotional regulation fleeting, but she drops down a step or two onto the base of the roof and away from the ledge. Peter takes a step forward and she immediately takes a step backwards. 

“Don't,” she raises her voice angrily before her expression falters and she let's her eyes close over tears. Her voice is softer, nearly a pained whisper when she adds, “Don't. Please just go, Peter. I can't look at you. Not today.” 

Her voice cracks on that last word. 

It's the anniversary of Tony Stark's heroic sacrifice and though he braces himself every year for the inevitable breakdown, he's never prepared himself for something quite like this. In hindsight he thinks he probably should have. Morgan is growing older, she's going through a pivotal time in her life and with sixteen being such a milestone Peter should have anticipated how hitting such a milestone without her father would have a harrowing affect her. While he had anticipated something… a belligerent, drunk teenager dancing along the ledge of a rooftop, far too high to survive a fall, didn't even make the list. Peter remains calm, keeps his voice even. 

“I'll leave you alone when we get you home, Morgan. You and I both know that you can't stay up here. Your mom is worried about you. Rhodey and Happy are worried about you. I'm worried about you.”

Peter dodges another bottle. 

“Fuck you, Peter. I don't need your sympathy. I don't want it. Not when you're the reason he's gone.” She kicks a bottle in his direction and brings an arm up to wipe across her eyes. Peter notices that she's wrapped up in one of Tony's old MIT hoodies. Seeing it makes his own heart hurt. His grief ever present, always there tucked away in the base of his chest. Sometimes when he closes his eyes he still hears Tony's words- And I wanted you to be better. 

Christ. Peter mourns Tony every day. And though fewer, Peter at least has memories of Tony. Morgan, he knows, only has fleeting images and sporadic memories of her father. Peter can empathize. It's similar to the relationship between Peter and his own parents. He was nearly as young as Morgan had been when he'd lost his. The difference being Morgan sees evidence of her father every day- She's confronted every day with the knowledge that her father left such a monumental imprint on this world and she can barely even remember being tucked in at night by the man. Peter can only imagine the struggle.

He tries not to take her words to heart, but when they leave her lips he can't help but to suck in a breath. 

“That's not fair,” he says softly. It hurts. It hurts far deeper than Peter knows how to put into words. Of course he's wondered whether Morgan feels he played any part in her father's death. The world - the media - naturally knows nothing of his relationship with Tony Stark, but Morgan does. She knows that her father viewed Peter as one of his own- That had things been different she would have grown up with and around Peter. Jeez. Even in Tony's absence she still grew up with his close presence. She sees first hand how close he is with every other special person in her life - Pepper, Happy, Rhodey. It only tracks that he would have been even closer to her father. 

Yeah. It's no secret that Tony considered Peter as one of his own, but Peter never could be sure how closely Morgan connected that information to his death. Until now, that is. Peter can't help but hope this is coming from a place of hurt and anger, an emotion in the moment and not something that has weighed silently on her heart for years. He's not sure what he’ll do if that’s the case. Peter's already lost one family member in Tony, he doesn't want to lose another one in Morgan as well. 

“You're right, Peter. It's not fair. And yet here we are,” she spreads her arms out wide and spins in a lazy, very clumsy circle as if to encompass everything around the two of them. 

“And yet here we are,” Peter echoes back, voice clear of emotion, with a firm nod of his head. “Skipping school and drunk off your ass on the ledge of a building. I'm sure your dad would have loved that.” 

Harsh. Intentionally so. 

Morgan turns back towards him dangerously slow and Peter takes a step forward, holding his ground. If taking the heat- Letting himself be the proverbial punching back for her to yell and scream at and god throw more bottles at... Well at least she isn’t drowning her sorrows and emotions in alcohol like her father had once upon a time. 

“I don't know what my dad would love, do I? He isn't here to tell me. And why do you think that is?” While her voice expresses nothing but anger, the tears trailing down her cheeks betray her. Despite her words the sight makes Peter's heart clench. 

“Because he was a hero,” Peter says firmly. “He did what was needed to save the universe, Morgan. To save you.” 

Morgan scoffs, turning her head to look out over the city. 

“He might've been some great hero,” she begins softly, almost to herself, “but he was a terrible father.” 

The last words are choked out with a gut wrenching sob that pulls at each and every one of Peter's heartstrings. He attempts to take another hesitant step towards her and when Morgan doesn't react, doesn't take a receding step backwards, he continues forward. Morgan wraps her arms around her midsection and wobbles dangerously before finally crumpling to her knees. 

“Sometimes I hate him so much, Peter.” Her voice sounds so small, so broken, and in that moment Peter remembers that even at sixteen she's still just a child. A child who has lived through so much pain already. Peter thinks again just how deeply he can relate. Morgan's voice, nearly a whisper now, pulls him from his thoughts. “Why- Why couldn't he be selfish and stay with his family? Why were we not enough?”

Peter kneels before hesitantly reaching towards her and when she doesn't flinch he wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against his chest. Through her sobs she's nearly hyperventilating. Peter rests a hand on the crown of her head and tilts his face down so that she can hear him gently saying her name over the sound of her cries- Morgan, you're okay. Listen- Listen to the sound of my breathing, focus on the movements of my chest. There it is, there you go. Just breathe.

Morgan nearly slumps against him and Peter's grip tightens. He thinks back over her words, how innocent and heartbroken they are and he forces himself not to overthink how her words unintentionally carry a weight of yes you would still be dead but at least my dad would be here with me and honestly, Peter can't even blame her for that. 

“Morgan, he wouldn't have done any of this if he didn't think you would grow up in a better world because of it.” Just when he thinks her tears are starting to slow do they pick back up with fervor. Still, Peter can feel the exhaustion radiate from her. 

“He only did it to bring you back.” Morgan's voice is weak, defeated and tired. Her words slur and she closes her eyes against the fresh tears. Peter shifts, wipes them away with the pad of his thumb and tries to fight through his own tears that threaten to fall. 

“You know that isn't true.”

“Isn't it though?”

“No,” Peter says firmly. “It isn't. And I think you know that.” 

Morgan sighs, knows he's right, and turns to rest her forehead against Peter's chest. Peter runs a hand through her hair, absently working out the tangles while waiting until she gathers herself to speak. 

“Sometimes,” she whispers, “it's easier to just hate him. To hate you. Because at least you're here for me to yell at. I can scream into the sky until my face turns blue, but he'll never know how I feel.” She's sobbing again, face buried in her hands and Peter's heart breaks anew. He can empathize with that- Can empathize in feeling that way periodically when he glances his own reflection. It's easier to hate himself when sometimes he really just wants to punch a wall. He feels to an extent that Morgan is right. Happy has, intentional or no, indicated as such. That Tony wouldn't have done what he did if he hadn't of thought Peter would be there at the end. The sentiment somehow simultaneously makes his heart swells while at the same time breaks it. It’s something of a weight to consider that his return to this plane means he’s ripped apart a family. 

Of course Tony's sacrifice has brought millions of families back together- But all he bears witness to is the family he can't help but feel he broke apart. It's not necessarily logical, but oftentimes the thought is there. 

“He'll never know how you feel in the moment, Morgan. But you know how he wanted you to feel before he died, and he wouldn't want that to change in the event of his death.” Her fist tightens in the front of his shirt and he swallows thickly before blazing on. “He wouldn't want to see this, Morg. He died wanting you to live in a better place- A happier world. Not one forever in mourning. Not one so broken and defeated. He wanted you to smile- To dance and sing even though you have two left feet and are painfully tone deaf.” She snorts. “I can promise you that when he thought of your future he didn't see this. He didn't want this for you. He saw you walking through life happy, with a smile on your face. And I can promise you that he wouldn't have wanted any of that to change, not even in the event of his death. He would only ever want you happy, Morgan. Always.”

A beat.

“I still hate you,” she says quietly, without any real heat. Another similarity with her father... Morgan doesn't do soft. Not like this. Regardless, Peter knows his words have landed and he smiles softly, squeezes her tighter in response and bumps his nose against her head. Quiet laughter bubbles from him when she adds a whined, “My head hurts.”

“Not nearly as much as it will once Pepper gets to you. Assuming Rhodey or Happy doesn't get to you first.” Morgan groans, dropping her face into her hands once again. 

“Maybe- Maybe we just stay up here forever. Problem solved.” Peter huffs in amusement. 

“Yeah, I don't think so. Not gonna fly.” 

“What do I tell her?” she asks quietly. Peter can hear the anxiety - the exhaustion - in her voice and he rubs soothing circles into her back. 

“I'll talk to her.” 

“Are you going to tell her I threw bottles at you?”

“Nah.” Amusement colors Peter's tone as he adds teasingly, “Your aim was terrible, so it's kind of like you weren't even throwing them at all.” Morgan pinches him but Peter doesn't miss the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. 

“That's a lie and you know it.” Her smile falls, something more serious pulls at her expression, and she takes a deep breath. “He would be proud of me, I think. At my aim, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Peter says softly, knowing full well that she isn’t referring to her aim. “He would.”

#mine #my writing #morgan stark #peter parker #tony stark #ironfam #iron family

[injoonies-aliens]

Student!Mark

The party hard senior who was still true to himself and his friends

He was so ready for the real world, but still made sure he was in tune with where he came from.

Always made sure his younger friends had someone to go to for advice on their years to come in hell highschool

Doesn't openly show affection towards his friends because they're in younger grades (at least in public)

Still makes sure they're comfortable and knows they're wanted around...even if it's just to hang out in the Senior parking lot and brag to all the other under classmen

Doesn't mind being looked up to as a role model because it makes him rethink everything he does and how it would look to his friends

An overly fatherly figure sometimes

He tells one of them to go home and finish homework before coming to hang out

Yet he still hangs loose and let's the boys drive his baby car for the monthly road trip they take together

Makes sure they all are okay at all times and they're not hurt

Still does the head count in secret and has a mini heart attack when Hyuck runs to the bathroom without saying anything

"A music video?" Mark asked, just to make sure he didn't misunderstand.

The boys had hopeful gleams in their eyes and a pleading expression across their faces.

"Yeah okay sure," Mark said and they got ready to celebrate.

"over my dead body." Mark slammed his locker closed and they all groaned -- drawing attention from other seniors walking down the Senior Hallway.

"Oh come on. We're only going to the train tracks to shoot one scene. And then you can drop us off at home and go on your way and go to your old man job or something." Hyuck waved off the last part.

"No! The train tracks?! Get out of here!" Mark said and they all bummed out.

Mark began walking away but came back to justify something.

"And making floral arrangements at the flower shop is not an old man job! It's art!" Mark said to Hyuck's face and stomped away.

"Yeah, for women in their 70's!" Hyuck screamed one last attack.

~~~~~~~~

"One scene. 20 minutes. Then you're all going home." Mark said as he walked by the lunch table filled with his friends.

"I got a date tonight." Mark wiggled his eyebrows.

All the boys slapped him on the back except one;

"So I guess Grandma Edith from the flower boutique finally returned your calls?"

Everyone snapped their heads to Hyuck who sat their sassily with his chin resting in his palm.

Mark cocked an eyebrow, "what did you say?"

"He said he wishes you luck and we'll see you at 8." Renjun said as he got up and dragged Hyuck out of the Cafeteria by the ear.

"And now a speech from an Honor Graduate: Mark Lee." The principal introduced

The crowd was quiet except for the 6 other boys sitting in the crowd that were being too loud.

"I KNOW THAT GUY!!"

"HE'S MY BEST FRIEND!"

"GET OFF THE STAGE!"

"DON'T FORGET US MAN!"

Mark motioned for them to shut up, and everyone chuckled at his actions.

"Friends, faculty, families, and everyone else who is present today: Welcome. Welcome to the last day of this chapter, but the beginning of anew." Mark read and everyone smiled and were waiting for the intelligent man to continue.

"Ya know...I never thought I would be standing on this stage giving this speech. I didn't even think I would finish highschool at some points." Mark admitted

"But I can thank today to my teachers, family, and most importantly my friends." Mark said motioning to the different mentioned people.

"Yes, the group of boys who decided it upon themselves to make themselves known before I could even begin talking...those boys." Everyone chuckled.

Hyuck, Renjun, and Jaemin held up hearts while Jisung tried to hide himself from the attention.

"Now you're probably thinking: Mark...why are you friends with under classmen?? You're a senior...right??" Mark said and some actually wanted to know why.

"Well...at some times I wonder that too...but then I realise that I would be lost without them." The boys perked up, hearing Mark finally talk about how much they mean to him.

"They found me and leeched onto me when I couldn't find myself. I was cutting class, skipping school in general, and getting in fights...I'm not proud of it...but I'm proud of myself for admitting it; because their are some people who want to bury their high school life so deep inside their memories that they can't remember things even if they wanted to."

"...they lose themselves more..."

"But I found myself again...thanks to those 6 dorks sitting right over there." Mark chuckled, and everyone could see the gloss in his eyes.

"They taught me that I need to look after them...but also myself." Mark cleared his throat.

"They taught me patience, leniency, and discipline." Mark counted on his fingers.

"I went from letting them drive around with me at 2 in the morning to not letting them get near my car without getting their homework done."

"And I realized how much I rubbed off on them...but much more how they rubbed off on me."

"Because I sometimes forget that I am an 18 year old in highschool and not a 28 year old dad." Mark scratched his neck as everyone laughed.

"But sometimes we need to come from a rougher past to set out on a steadier future." He got more serious.

"Nothing will be easy in life. Not even pumping gas, have you seen those prices?!" Everyone laughed again.

"No but really. I'm not promising an easy future for any of us." Mark was talking in a room full of a people, but made eye contact with his closest friends.

"We're all going to a hit a bump in the road that we were never prepared for...but we need to strap in and understand that these 18 years is what have prepared us for those types of things."

"From cramming for Mr. Kim's bio test an hour before, to cramming a stock write up to have it on your boss' desk in 20 minutes...everything shifts."

"But we adapt, overcome, and conquer these battles...for there are people around you to help you when you feel like you can't get up again."

Hyuck quickly wipes a tear as he blames it on allergies.

Hyuck: "That damn pollen."

Renjun: "...this is a winter graduation..."

"There's someone just a shout away..."

"...just don't forget the way I called you. Because I hope it always stays like this..."

Applause erupted as Mark took his seat again.

~~~~~~~~~

"Mark Lee. Attending Seoul National University in their English Language and Literature Department."

The 6 groups of boys start crying together.

Mark was supposed to be studying in the States...but this was unlike anything they could've asked for.

They got on their feet and cheered as loud as they could for their friend walking across the stage.

"Well I guess this it." Chenle said as he closed Mark's trunk.

"Dude...I'm moving closer to all of you." Mark rolled his eyes as he made sure it was fully closed.

"Can you not let me have one moment?!" Chenle argued and Mark couldn't help messing up the younger boys hair.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you guys crowding around my locker." Mark pinched Jeno's cheek.

"Then I guess we'll crowd your apartment till you get home..." Hyuck shrugged.

"You leave us with no choice." Jaemin added on and everyone played along.

"Haha. No. Didn't say that." Mark laughed as he put a hat on his head.

"So what's your roommate's name?" Jisung asked and Mark shrugged.

"Wong Yukhei, but I've been texting him and he goes by Lucas." Mark fixes his hat in the window of his car.

"Seems...fishy." Renjun raised is eyebrows.

"No. No conspiracies. He's my age, he's from Hong Kong and he's in the physical fitness department. He's a regular boy." Mark cut Renjun off.

"...that's what the government wants you to think..."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Mark rolled his eyes and looked at his friends.

"I'm not replacing you guys, if that's what you think." He said and they stayed silent as they looked at each other.

"I'm still gonna drive you guys everywhere and boss you guys around to do homework. Makes sure Renjun flosses near his braces. Makes sure Jeno wears a mask around his cats. Make sure Hyuck never stays up too late. Makes sure Chenle never loses his awesome laugh. Makes sure Jisung stays the same mochi mouse he is now."

The boys started looking up on the situation.

"I'm here guys." Mark said and they all attacked him in a sudden hug.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

#mark nct #mark lee #lee mark #mark lee minhyung #student!mark #student!nct #nct dream #nct dreamies #nct drabbles #nct writing #nct 127

[writing-bnha-blog]

Hellooooo👋👋 I spent an hour going through your blog and honestly I'm in love with your writings😭😭 Can I request a scenario where Todoroki is insecure about his scar and doesn't talk to anybody on that day as he is feeling very down? His fem S/O finds out and comforts him? (Gimme that flufff💞) TYSM!!

Todoroki’s day hadn’t been going well at all. Usually his scar didn’t bother him too much- most of his peers and other people he saw throughout the day weren’t ever rude enough to bring it up, and even though his appearance bothered him sometimes it was never horribly severe.

However, every ounce of Todoroki’s luck seemed to have taken a collective vacation day, because he couldn’t remember a time he felt so insecure.

It started with his commute to school. Usually, the train ride was hassle free and quick, Todoroki had a knack for being able to pass the time pretty easily. He was a patient boy.

There was a group of high schoolers sitting on the bus adjacent to him, something that wasn’t completely out of the ordinary. It was obvious they didn’t go to the same school as Todoroki, because their uniform was a dead giveaway. The boy didn’t give them much thought until he heard a couple of words leave their lips.

“Ew, look at his face. What a nasty scar, it ruined his face’s potential.” One said, attempting to keep her voice quiet but also keep it loud enough so her friends could hear. They all turned their gazes toward Todoroki, making him go rigid. He could see them all nod in agreement from the corner of his eye, continuing to mutter about his appearance.

Not being able to take the embarrassment or shame he felt, Todoroki got off one stop early. Running the rest of the way to school didn’t seem like a bad alternative.

Due to his fast pace, people stared at Todoroki while he hurried to school. Usually Todoroki wouldn’t have paid it any mind, reasoning with himself or opting to ignore the curious looks he got. However, because the girls’ words were so fresh in his mind, it made him want to cur up and go back home.

Todoroki was almost late to class, which surprised you. Usually he would beat you, and when he wasn’t there when you got to class you figured he must’ve taken a sick day.

Then you noticed his labored breath and tinted cheeks, and you realized it wasn’t as simple as you thought. Your boyfriend didn’t pay anyone mind as he went to his seat quickly, not bothering to lift his gaze from his desk until the lesson started.

You figured talking to Todoroki about whatever had been bothering him during school hours probably wasn’t the best idea. Even though you knew that, you spent most of your day focusing on him rather than your lesson, something you couldn’t even help. You hadn’t even talked to the two tone haired boy yet, and you knew something was up.

When the bell rang it felt like you could leave. All of your classmates including Todoroki immediately began packing up, but you couldn’t let him slip from your grasp.

“Todoroki!” You exclaimed from your spot, waving at him. He looked at you questioningly before briskly walking toward you, asking you what was wrong.

“I um,” You faltered, gaze darting to the students who had yet to leave the classroom. “I need help… On the homework. Please stay after to help me?” You finished, not wanting to say something that could potentially embarrassed.

He thought for a moment before agreeing. As much as he would’ve preferred to go home and pretend the day never happened, if you needed help he’d be there. When everyone had cycled out of the classroom, you finally decided to ditch the subject of homework and ask him what was wrong.

“I love you, Todoroki,” You started, bringing your hand up to caress the scarred side of his face. He flinched in response, making you look at him questioningly.

“Did you get hurt?” You asked worriedly, a bit taken aback by your boyfriend’s reaction to your touch. Todoroki hurriedly shook his head no.

“No, I just wasn’t feeling too particularly great today. I heard some people make some comments about my scar, so it’s a sore subject for now.” He explained himself, trying to rid himself of the embarrassment of telling you his feelings. You nodded understandingly but your eyebrows were furrowed together, in a look between annoyance and pity.

“Well, whoever said that is dumb,” You said simply, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “They obviously aren’t aware of how amazing you are, so I feel bad for them. Don’t worry about them Todoroki, your scar is cool! It’s a part of who you are.” You told him, lips stretching into a smile. Todoroki smiled back at you, feeling his anxieties dissipate with every word you said.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said honestly, pulling you into a hug in a tiny fit of bravery. You smiled at the act, immediately bringing your arms around his torso to squeeze him back.

#Anonymous #todoroki shouto #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha #mha imagines #mha scenarios

[cosetterose90]

Good Enough

Part 7

Krasimir realized Gabrielle was staring at him, wide-eyed, and he quickly turned his back toward her. "I...didn't know you'd be home...so soon..." he struggled to say.

"What's wrong?" Gabrielle asked, trembling.

"I am in my dark form," Krasimir explained. "This, you can say, is what I look like on the inside: crumbling, ancient, immoral. In my human-like form, I am youthful, agreeable, and I blend in. It is a portrait of me, frozen in time. This... is a reflection of how I've changed, the proof of my loss of humanity."

He kept his back towards her. Gabrielle stood up and walked behind him, keeping her distance. Hearing her get up and move closer to him made him wince. "But why are you in this form now?" Gabrielle asked.

"I was out feeding."

There was a long silence between them, then Gabrielle stated, "You said all creatures must take from the world in some way. I didn't really think about it that before, but I think I understand now."

Krasimir's body was enveloped in black smoke, and he slowly turned around when it dissipated. He was in his human-like form now, and Gabrielle relaxed, slightly. When he walked toward her, though, she took a step back. "Gabrielle, I told you you are safe with me. I promise that no harm will come to you while you are in my care."

"You won't drink my blood?"

"Never."

Gabrielle took a deep breath and bravely hugged him, saying, "Okay. I trust you."

Krasimir hugged her back. "I must get used to this," he told her, softly. "I have not had much contact with family for many years."

Gabrielle gave him a small smile.

"Tell me about your day." They sat down on the couch.

"I slept, then I hung out with my best friend at the park," Gabrielle told him. "I had a really good time."

"Wonderful!" Krasimir exclaimed. "Things are getting better for you already!"

"Yeah. I just wish..."

"What?"

"I'm still really hurt about what Grandma did. She and I never got along, but this...This crossed the line. Why doesn't she love me? Why am I not good enough as I am?" she choked out, tears falling down her cheeks.

Krasimir assured her, "You ARE good enough. She didn't give you the love and care you deserve. It is her loss."

"But it's mine, too. She was supposed to love me, not hurt me. I want to ask her why she did this to me. I want answers!"

Krasimir got a strange look on his face, then said, "You will never get them."

"Why not?!"

"Because people like her cannot be reasoned with. You will eventually have to accept what happened and treat others better than the way she treated you. She will live and die with her choices. It is up to you how long you will carry them with you."

Gabrielle thought about this for awhile. "It'll always hurt," she stated, quietly.

"I know, but you can have a prosperous life despite what happened."

"I hope you're right."

Days later, Gabrielle received the news that her grandmother had died. Someone had found her in her home after she hadn't shown up for work. It looked like she had passed away in her sleep.

When Gabrielle heard about Joan's death, she was at home, doing her homework. She put it away and sat in silence in the living room with all the lights off.

This is how Krasimir found her when he woke up. After turning on the lights, he saw Gabrielle was sitting on the couch. "Gabrielle?"

"She's dead."

Krasimir was silent.

"I never got to talk to her about what she did. Now, I'll never be able to."

"I...don't know how to respond."

"You don't have to. I don't even know how I should feel."

"However you feel. You can't control it. I should have told you sooner."

"What?"

"I mean, it would have been better for you to find out right after it happened, since you were her next of kin."

"How do you know how long she's been dead?"

"I was told about it two days ago. I just didn't know how to approach the subject."

Gabrielle looked confused. "They just found her body today."

Krasimir's eyes darted, and he avoided eye contact. Gabrielle came upon a realization. "You did it," she accused.

"I didn't do anything."

"You're lying! Tell me the truth!"

After a long pause, Krasimir confessed, "I killed her."

"W-why?" Gabrielle asked, horrified.

"Because she hurt you. When you told me she hit you, I felt anger like I had not felt in centuries! She needed to be held accountable for her actions!"

Gabrielle quickly stood up. "I didn't want this! I didn't want you to murder her! You took away my chance to get any kind of closure!"

"Gabrielle, I'm sorry," Krasimir remorsefullly told her. "I...I have no excuse."

"I never want to see you again!" Gabrielle screamed at him, then left the apartment.

#sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims #sims 4 vampires #tw death #death #death tw #good enough part 7

[grandstatesmankidfire]

Shard of light

Chapter 2 "Death for Life"

With cunning and smiling eyes, Lexi decided what kind of desire would be:

"This week you should make friends with him and visit to him at least once" - after finishing the conversation, she turned around and left for her desk.

I still stand with my jaw hanging in the corridor, and only the loud sound of the call brought me back to reality.

(Lesson)

I sat down at my desk, took out a sheet of paper, and wrote down the banal "how are you?" When I moved it to the guy, he simply crumpled the paper and threw it out, it is very surprising that, he got into the trash. So I didn’t try to do anything further.

(Turn)

I went to complain to Lexi about her Impossible desire. But she immediately turns the arrows on my indecision. For some time I felt bad at school. I thought this is because it is stuffy, because all windows were closed. In the lesson, my head began to hurt more, and I asked the teacher to let me go home. Teacher gave me a note and, handing it to the guard, they let me go. When I went outside, I wrote Lexi SMS so that she would not worry about me.

(sms)

"Lexi, I'll leave school sooner. I feel bad" Sheila.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, get well" - Lexi.

(End sms)

When I returned home, I felt a little better. Having prepared cocoa for myself at home, I covered myself with a plaid. Outside the window a little rain fell.

After a few hours at the compuctor, I nevertheless went to bed.

(Morning)

Someone began to shove me in the side, but in the end I fell out of bed. Guessing that this is my sister, I threw a malicious look at her

(눈 ‸ 눈). But this did not stop her.

"Wake up, Sheila, today my mother left home earlier, keep a sandwich, I'm running away!" my sister shouted and ran out of the room.

Having breakfast alone, I hastened to take a briefcase and for about 10 minutes I still thought what to wear.

It was strange on my part to say goodbye to the emptiness and after I closed the door, I went to school.

The school was empty. I was looking for classmates, but they weren't anywhere. When I went to the roof of the building.

I found someone, but he was wounded and bleeding. I quickly ran to him with questions:

"What happened? Where is everyone? What's wrong with you?" I screamed in tears, most likely from fear.

"Everyone is dead, only you are left" - he said.

"No, no, don’t say that, it cannot be! ..." - I fell to my knees and began to mutter meaninglessly.

"It's not too late, you can fix it, I will help you" he said. He began to bleed harder, because slowly approach me, thus making me went to the edge of the roof.

"What are you doing ?! Don’t get up, you can still be saved, don’t carry any nonsense!" - I shouted to him, but he looked at me with a smile, probably with the saddest smile in my life, and pushed me because of all him remaining strength.

I fell from the 3rd floor until I felt a sharp pain throughout my body, losing consciousness.

I so much wanted to return everything to their places so that everyone was alive.

I tried to get out of pitch darkness. I saw the light and realized that everything worked out for me.

"I managed!" - I shouted with delight, looking around, noticed that I was in my class with everyone, as if nothing had happened.

"I understand that you are solving the problem, but you should not do this with all the classroom ones" - the teacher said and turned sharply to me, throwing a serious look.

I began to digest the information. Why was everyone dead, why did that guy know what to do, why I didn't die, what happened at all?!

My brain will explode soon \ (* 'Ｏ' *) /

(End of the lesson)

"And so, you have a week for joint homework, for those who don’t understand the topic, on Monday at class additional" -

the teacher repeated, staring at the book.

Let me guess, now Lexi will pester to me with her questions.

"Do you even know that you cannot sit down to me for the 1st week. Tell me why did you ignore me? Why did you sit down with him? Maybe I don’t know something and something happened over the summer?" -

Lexi smiled with a familiar face.

"Lexi, don’t joke like that, I already heard it from you" - On my face was mentally written "seriously?"

"No, I said this current right now" - Lexi looked at me with misunderstanding.

I told her not to pay attention to it and in the next lesson I began to make a plan - for salvation.

(Lesson)

Plan:

1 Get to school before the class disappears. To find out who is behind all this.

2 get rid of the criminal.

3 save everyone.

This was approximately my plan in general, and, following it, I will start by acquiring a key to school to get into it at night.

I thought I won’t talk about this with Lexi yet. It’s better to keep it a secret.

(Turn)

"Hello, listener, do you know who has keys to the school is from?" - I asked.

"You're lucky that I know where they are, but why do you need it?" - answered the question to the question of Lexi.

"Yes, I just wondered how teachers get to school" - I said the first thing that occurred to me.

With my oddities, Lexi did not suspect anything.

"Sheila, you sometimes surprise me so much that over time I get used to it" - Lexi said with another serving of surprise - "the keys are in the teacher's desk."

I think they will not suspect me if I remain on duty in the classroom.

(Lesson)

"Today Ferra and Life have responsibilities in the classroom" - the teacher said, continuing: "who wants to be on duty"- before she could finish, I shouted from my desk:

"Teacher, I can be!" - I said.

"Well, then after the 7th lesson, you stay in the classroom, I give the keys to the classroom to you" - the teacher finished speaking and began her history lesson.

I solved one problem, now we need to interrogate someone.

I glanced at him sitting nearby. Knowing his character, I realized that here I have to decide everything by force.

(Turn)

"Hey, what's your name?" - asked his name a bit maliciously.

"Aren't you rude to start talking?" - He answered with even greater hatred to me.

"What is your name? I ask you again! " - I said louder. He approached me, and bent to the level of my eyes, asking further:

"Are you so interested?"

Of course I understand everything, but I did not want to lie to him, so I just shook my head in denial.

"Then I won’t tell" - he turned away from me and headed off somewhere, but I managed to grab him by the sleeve and used the receiver, which worked without fail.

"Then I myself will come up with a nickname or a fictional story about you! You will become famous throughout the school in a couple of days."

I am quite sure that this is precisely what he is avoiding. A minute later he answered:

"Okay, my name is Mat, satisfied."

"Yes, but that’s not all, you are hiding something? Isn’t it?" - Added a few more questions, suddenly answer.

"I don’t know what you are talking about? And leave me alone, I’m busy" - Mat said with aggression and left.

As I expected, he left after the 2nd lesson.

(After school)

I stayed on duty in the classroom. As I expected, persuading a classmate to work for two in exchange for the homework done will not be difficult. But it was hard to get the key, even when he mopped the floor with his headphones.

I ran out of class and headed home to take the following actions.

When I entered the room I began to do the promised homework, and then went to bed.

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#my story

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i'm back whoops (part two of mitjo ghost au)

Submitted by @captainredd

Run. I was in the woods again. The trees leaning over twisted distorted far more then anything else. The wailing sirens from the car pounding into my skull until it sounded like screaming, maybe that was me screaming. Run. Thickets scraped my knees and branches pulled at my clothes. My feet felt like led and my lungs burned but I still couldn’t stop. I didn’t dare turn around. Run faster. God dammit run faster! I was slowing down. No that wasn’t right I was still running at the same pace. But the world around me was speeding up. The siren whirling, the sky changing over and over night and day. All the voices getting closer now so morphed together it was like a hideous wave of collapsing voices begging to be heard. Run! God run Jonas you insufferable bastard can’t you run any fas- a branch caught my foot and fell.

“oof!” my head smacked against the wooden floor as my feet hung above my body still tangled in bed sheets. My breath was shaky and I could feel the tight skin of my cheeks where tears were drying. Home. I was home. I was in bed. I was in my room. I was home.

“Jonas if you don’t get up soon dean’ll tear you a new one for missing the bus.” and I was late. I struggled to kick myself free before sitting up and taking a few hesitant breaths. It’s just a dream. It is just a dream…

“I don’t know jonas it sounds like a premonition to me. Could be more than just a nightmare.” why was I friends with him again? I leaned against my locker door trying to keep my eyes open. I got tons of sleeps but that didn’t stop me from being exhausted. Somewhere behind me Lewis and Sid were arguing. “I’m just saying having the same dream for weeks? It means something. Probably way out of our powerful comprehension.”

“how you don’t realize those alien theory shows are rotting your brain is beyond my comprehension. He’s probably just stressed by school. When winter break hits he’ll be totally fine again right bro?” I nodded not even bothering to look up. The bell rang and people started filing towards class. My sister grabbed my shoulder and smiled. “Hey don’t let him get to you. You’ll be just fine. I’m sure of it.” I thanked her. She pulled me into a hug and ruffled my hair. I half fought half laughed. “I mean you better be fine. You still gotta help me with my art project. Can’t do that if you kick the bucket.” I broke free and promised her I’d be fine. We parted and I was just about to leave when I stepped on something.

“huh?- hey!” my drumstick. I had been looking for that earlier, I was starting to worry I lost it at that dumb park but, shoot it’s broken. I picked up the pieces and noticed faint scratches on it. Wait that kind of looked like let- Brrriiiiiiiing oh no I’m late. I’ll just have to get a new one for practice later. I threw the broken one in the trash as I hurried down the hall to science.

*

Really? Again? If I weren’t dead and incapable of feeling shit I’d be hurt. For a nerd he didn’t seem to read anything. Fuck I wasn’t gonna give up that easily. I took the cig from behind my ear and plucked it in my mouth and reached in my pocket for a ligh-dammit right. I looked around and grinned seeing the worn out door labeled ‘Boiler Room.’ perfect.

*

Mr. Newman was a kind god sent who didn’t notice when students were a little late. Well he didn’t notice much of anything (kind of a push over) but hey I wouldn’t notice much if I had glasses thicker than my thumb either. So it was easy to sit in the back of his class and do whatever as long as you were quiet. Which was good because I didn’t think I had the ability to stay up through one of his lectures. Even half asleep I could feel the edges of my brain picking up where we left off. Blurry trees scraping at the corners of my vision, the taste of coppery blood in my mouth, and the absolute stench of-

“Smoke!” um no I was going to say dirt. However the girl still screamed smoke and I was brought back to reality. The sound of dozen chairs scraping as smoke seeped in from the open door. The fire alarm went off shortly after.

“Alright alright no one panic let’s get in an order-I said orderly fashion, oh for the goodness sake just get to the field without killing each other please!” the squat man ushered us outside leading away from the smoke, classes everywhere confusingly poured out of each room and towards the football field. I followed with went I heard laughter.

That laugh

It wasn’t something I heard before but felt so damn familiar. I saw a figure dart down a hall. I turned around, Mr. Newman wasn’t paying attention. I turned back but the figure was gone. Without thinking I went after it. It was like a scene out of a horror movie, the hallway was empty but filled with the echos of student’s faint voices. The smoke made everything hazy and I could swear it made some of the school posters look like they were floati- “Hahaahaha” there was that laugh again. Only this time there was a body to it. At the end of the hall. The kid was sitting on a windowsill half his body leaning inside and the other out. A cigarette in his hand.

“seems a bit redundant the do that now doesn’t it?” the guy stopped laughing and stared at me. It might have been the fumes burning my eyes but the way I couldn’t quite make out his face but felt the icy stare was giving me an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Jonas Wagner?” a hand grabbed my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around to face the principal. “What are you doing where’s your class?” I looked back but the guy had left. Must have ditched seeing her come on.

“Uh”

“Well come along then. The less children get charbroiled the bigger my end of the year salary is.” we both headed out towards the field…

As it turns out the boiler room had caught on fire. A spark in the fuse box or whatever. Dean wasn’t pleased. “Do any of these places even TRY to use precautions to this kind of thing or do they just HOPE the ENTIRE SCHOOL doesn’t blow up by accident? I swear what am I even PAYING that school for? It’s not like you would even make it out if that happened. HEY didn’t I tell you to slow down? Jesus Christ Jonas it’s called chewing.” that had been a fun dinner. But I wasn’t really in the mood for eating anyway. I excused myself upstairs after dishes and flopped onto my bed. Homework was out of the question. My body was exhausted and my brain wasn’t planning on shutting down anytime soon.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but the woods were back. I wasn’t running though, the sirens weren’t whirring and dogs weren’t barking. This forest wasn’t distorted in fact it was kinda calming. A lightening bug buzzed around and I held out my hand for it to land. It did so momentarily before suddenly taking off. “Ha hey wait up” I walked at a comfortable pace. The lightening bug always ahead but never out of sight. I vaguely remembered the path. A trail were there wasn’t enough sun to grow anything but there was always…I heard the rushing water. Faint enough that I had to strain to hear. The lightening bug sped up and starting flickering out. “No wait come on don’t leave yet.” I picked up the pace chasing after it. It dove behind a large branch and pushed through it. “Come on please don’t-” I stopped. The cove. I was at the cove. Heck I hadn’t been here since me and Sid were tiny. Dirt faded into sand which faded into lapping waves of the lake. Small boulders protruded from the ground some peeking out just above the water. God they had seemed so giant before. I ran my hand over one of them, the “S” carved on top. We had played a rigorous game of king of the hill for who got to write there name on top. I almost had her. Almost. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the flickering light. “Ha gotta!” I spun around and my stomach dropped. It was the guy again. He leaned against one of the boulders legs crossed and chin resting on his hand. The lightening bug landed on the palm of his and he crushed it in a fist. “y-y-you’re…”

“It’s m-m-me wagnerd. My question though-” he stood up, he was tall as heck, lanky but easily could do me some damage. I backed up tripping over myself. The world around me started twisting again, the sirens coming in and im sure the dogs were close to follow. A green mist floated around me. “Is how can such a loser nerd see me?” he towered over me, leaning down and I swear I could smell the campus fire from yesterday. “Boo!” I flinched and he pulled back laughing. “HAHA hahahaa Haaahah ahaahhaaa aaaa aaaa aaa…

aaa aaa aaa

I sat up in bed. Light nearly blinding me from the opened. My alarm clock blaring still.

Aaa aaa a-

I struggled the find the off button and gave up just pulling it from the outlet. Another dream. It was just another dream. But it felt real. Nope nope no not thinking that nope. I hoped out of bed and grabbed my board and my backpack. As I tip-toed downstairs I could here Sid in the living room. Lying through her teeth no doubt how I was getting ready and I hadn’t felt like eating breakfast today is all. God that woman was a saint. I snuck out the front door and a few minutes later Sid came out too. “Ew dude are you wearing the same thing from yesterday?”

“You wear the same jacket all the time.” she laughed and punched my arm.

“Got me there bro.” the bus pulled up and some began another day.

“-For this assignment you’ll need to be paired up into partners.” I peeled myself off the table a looked around however how many times had I counted student out of bored? I knew what was coming next. “Mr. Wagner seeing as you don’t have a partner you can either join another group or do the modified single project.”

“I can do the project by myself just fine.”

Briiiiiiiiiiiing

After school I said goodbye to Sid and Mads and skated out of school. Since mot of Sellwood was going to the game tonight the roads were peacefully quiet. The cold wind blowing against skin was nice without having to swerve every time you thought you saw a headlight. I was half way home when I slowed down to watch the trees. Not an unfamiliar sight the whole town was littered with them. In the fall there was so many leaves on the ground you couldn’t take two steps without hearing leaves crunch. But I didn’t mind. Kicked up my board and stared into the woods. I shouldn’t but… last night’s dream echoed in my ears. Well my project was about the flood after all. I glanced around but there was nobody around save a few parked cars. I smiled and stepped where pavement met dirt.

#ghost au #fic #mitjo #YOOOOOOOOOO #THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!! #submission