#this won’t be the last time i talk about this so just bear w me

[percabetn]

i can’t stop thinking about how annabeth e-mailed percy the photo of her at dc but this doofus decided to print it and put it in his notebook to stare at her whenever he could. talk about dedication

#pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo series #the sea of monsters #txt #this won’t be the last time i talk about this so just bear w me #he’s the kind of person who has a cork board in his room with pictures of his gf and him just to stare at them whenever he can #100 #500 #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k

[lovelyiida]

mha guys confessing their feelings<3

INCLUDES: BAKUGO KATSUKI, EJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI

GENRE: fluff, light-angst

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 4.1K

KATSUKI BAKUGO

• we all know this poor guy would be a mess.

• constantly checking if there are wrinkles on his perfectly ironed uniform (that took him several hours to do the day before).

• making sure that his spikes were in all the right places, twiddling with his hair strands making sure the point is so sharp your hand could be sliced off if you touched it. Not that he wants to hurt you…

• reciting his lines over and over until his mouth gets dry.

• this man is a mess, and it’s all because of you.

‘damn chick, you’d just had to’ve sat next to me on the first day of training.’

Bakugo thought to himself whilst adjusting his tie for the seventh time today.

it’s true to think that you were a force that couldn’t be pushed away. first day of classes and you walked straight up to him, with a bright smile you extended your hand out to shake. rolling his eyes, he gets up and walks away.

but you never knew that his fate with you would be sealed beyond that point.

from constantly ignoring you, to always making random conversations. you even became his go-to sparring partner, leaving a sad Kirishima in the midst.

‘she’s just a better partner, no hard feelings bro.’

from the beginning of the day to the end, you guys were always together. It was a simple joke made by Denki, one day, you all were sitting at lunch, chatting it up and making regular convos.

Denki realized that you and Bakugo were having a whole other conversation from the table. Silently chuckling to yourselves, hitting his shoulder when he says something funnier than the last remark (most likely talking shit about his classmates). Denki shows a devilish smirk.

“so, how long have you guys been dating?” the table confused as to who he was talking to, your eyes narrow. “huh?” you say, bakugo looks up at him, confused and pissed off because he was in the middle of a lovely shit-talking fest with you.

“y’know…” Denki looks and you and bakugo, signaling that he was talking about both of you. Mina’s blank expression becomes ecstatic. “You guys are dating?” she yells.

You and Bakugo’s eyes widen, you start the shake your head and wave your hands. “oh no, w-were just friends, right?” looking at Bakugo he swallows his spit.

“Yeah, we are.”

“We’re just fucking friends, and if I hear any of you guys spread rumors, I’ll have your guts on a platter by the end of the fucking day!” slamming his fists into the table, everyone jumps.

getting up from his seat, you try to call him back. But it was no use, angrily muttering to himself back to the dorms.

“fuckin’ crush on her? why the fuck would I have a crush on her?”

“they’re all dead wrong.”

they’re all dead right.

I mean, looking at it from his point of view, he couldn’t help himself.

same sense of humor, great sparring partner, same interests, same music taste, and you were fucking hot? it was only a matter of time until he couldn’t deny the facts any longer.

now here he is, nervous as all get out, with a bouquet with your favorite album in one hand, and a teddy bear in the other.

blowing his breath into the air he smells it, making sure it’s up to par, you complained to him yesterday that his breath stinks when he yells in your face. so he took note of that.

“you look like a loser.” Kirishima laughs at Bakugo’s nervousness, if it wasn’t for all the time he spend on himself he would’ve thrown him into a wall, he couldn’t today, not with you on the line.

“whatever.”

“dude, just walk to her room, knock, and tell her how you feel. it probably won’t come as a shock since everyone knows you have a crush on her.” his last few words make bakugo growl in curiosity.

“what the fuck do you mean, everyone knows?”

Kirishima gulps and scratches his neck, “n-no reason! I guess they all caught on like we did haha.” he laughs nervously, obviously lying.

grumbling, bakugo pushed past him on his way to your dorm.

“you got this dude!”

“yeah, sure, whatever.”

he hopes that you say yes to his proposal, you don’t even have to be his girlfriend, a simple date would make him happy. but he would love it if you were his and only his.

walking towards your door, he swallows his spit. Nervousness lingered around him, palms beginning to sweat as heat rises from them. taking in a deep breath, he knocks on your door.

“you got this.”

he waited for a bit, no answer.

huffing his breath, he knocks again, a little louder than before.

no response.

“shit,” he curses to himself.

he swore you weren’t busy around this time, and yes, he did remember your schedule. letting out a sigh, he hangs his head low.

“there’s always tomorrow—“

“always tomorrow for what?”

jumping at your voice he turns around, his cheeks burning as he sees your figure. it looks like you just left the convenience store.

he hasn’t been this nervous since the entry exam, he hasn’t been this nervous since…ever.

“uh, hey! I thought you were in your room and—“

“is all that for me?” your voice softens, walking closer you set your stuff down to take what Bakugo has from his hands.

“yeah, stupid shit I put together…don’t think your special.”

you chuckle at his statement, “thank you bakugo, even though it’s not even my birthday.”

“yeah, whatever.”

grabbing your other stuff you open your room dorm and head in, but before you shut the door your look at him.

those big, stupid, beautiful eyes of yours.

fuck, you’re beautiful…

“is that all you’re here for?” You coo, looking away nervously, he sighs.

“tch, yeah.”

smiling to yourself, you nod.

“okay well, goodnight Bakugo.”

“night.”

closing the door behind you, you set your gifts and groceries down.

5 minutes or so pass, as you settle yourself in. What just happened? why was Bakugo so damn nervous to talk to you? you’ve never seen him look so startled before.

looking at the basket that was gifted to you, you couldn’t help but smile. Taking a picture of the basket, you were about to send the picture to the “1A Chicks” group chat when you hear a banging at your door.

startled, you scurry to open the door, “Bakugo? what’s wrong?” you asked. looking at him, he frowns. “You’re what’s wrong.”

confused you shake your head, “w-what?”

rolling his eyes he curses, “fuck it.”

pushing himself into your room, you yell. closing the door behind him, you were even more confused now.

“Bakugo, what the hell is your problem?” you yell. As he walks towards you, you walk away. every step you took back, he took a step forward. slamming yourself into the wall you look up at him.

Bakugo corners himself into you, leaving no room for Jesus. pressing his body up against yours, you stare at his face, noticing how his cheeks are pink and his breathing is stagnant.

a moment of silence passes by, you noticed your noses touching. you feel his breath on your lips, warm and soft. looking into his amber eyes, you chuckle a little.

“if you’re thinking about kissing me, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Bakugo lets out a huff, “and why would I even kiss you out of all people? I hate you.” Squinting your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at his denial.

“so you did all of this just to tell me you hated me?”

Bakugo stares into your eyes, “yeah I did.”

rolling your eyes you adjust yourself, trying to free from his grasp until he leans in. you let out a small gasp, as his lips touched yours. He was kissing you.

closing your eyes you kissed back, melting into the feeling of his lips on yours. His arm snakes around your waist, giving it a squeeze as he deepens the kiss.

this goes in for another 10 seconds until you back away for breath. the world could’ve stopped moving and the both of you wouldn’t have known. staring into each other’s eyes, scared that if you look away you’d lose this moment forever.

Bakugo leans in one more time, a quick peck before he lets go of you. he nervously puts his hands in his pockets.

“I assume you do this to all the girls you hate?” you questioned.

“no, only the ones I like,” he answered.

“so, you don’t hate me?” you laugh, he rolls his eyes at your statement.

“no I don’t hate you, I like you dumbass!” he yells.

“don’t yell at me, I just wanted you to admit it,” pulling him by his shirt you plant another kiss on his lips. a small smirk shows on his face.

“Whatever.”

DENKI KAMINARI

• has zero fucking rizz

• tries so hard to be someone he isn’t just so he can impress you.

• he just needs to realize that he doesn’t have to go all out to impress you because just being him is enough for you at the end of the day.

• at first, it was funny to his friends seeing how bad Denki would try to flirt with you.

• the cheeky one-liners were cute, but now they were starting to be just plain corny.

“woah, you’re all scuffed up from hero training today huh y/n?”

it was the end of training today for class 1-A, you were around some of your friends sitting on the ground, Denki decided to walk up and start some conversation.

“yeah, Iida got me pretty good today.” you sigh, letting out a defeated smile.

“looks like you just fell from hell!” Denki laughs.

confused, you tilt your head to the side. looking over you see Mina facepalm, Bakugo next to her pinching the bridge of his nose.

“do I look that bad?” you snort.

Denki’s eyes widened, “no you don’t! you look the opposite, that’s what I meant!” he nervously rambled.

“I-I meant to say you fell from heaven because you’re all cut up, a-and you’re an angel— because you're pretty!—“

“you think I’m pretty?” a tinge of hope carries through your tone.

“Yes!— No!— I mean—“

Watching you get up from the ground, you become quickly uninterested in the rest of his ramble. Mina frowns and lays and hand on his shoulder.

“hey, Denki, you can torture y/n some more during lunch time m’kay? we need to get changed before the bell.” Mina saves the day, pushing you away from Denki as you laugh at his awkwardness.

“nice one, playboy,” Bakugo smiles and punches Denki hard in the shoulder earning a wince from him, bakugo chuckles to himself and walks off towards the locker room.

Denki sighs in defeat before following Bakugo.

Now it was lunchtime, and everyone sat down happily eating their food as they finally get a break from their rigorous daily schedule as heroes in training.

Denki watched you from across the table, staring honestly.

He saw the way you’d laugh with Bakugo, the way you whispered into his ear, leaving the both of you to snicker to yourselves.

He hated it.

So he did something about it.

Walking over to your side of the table, he sees the way the both of you look at him. You show a soft, inviting smile his way…whilst Bakugo’s expression could be a bit better.

Sitting across from you two, he takes in a deep breath and exhales.

“CANT you see we’re having a conversation?” He spits. Denki rolled his eyes at his venomous remark.

‘god I’m going to regret this’

“Aren’t you tired of being such an asshole all of the time?” Denki snaps.

“Hah?” Bakugo leans his head to the side.

Denki snorts, you watch in amusement at his antics. This makes his ego boost.

“I mean, it’s like you’re constantly on your period or something! Like, lighten up a little man!” He laughs.

“I’m gonna light up your ass real soon toaster head if you don’t leave me alone! And I’m asking you nicely.” Bakugo growls.

“I mean…he’s a little bit right” you jump into the conversation. Watching you lean your head on your hand, he can’t help but think about how hot you look right now.

You’re helping him.

“you can be a little agitated at times” you side with Denki.

Frowning even deeper Bakugo lets out a dark chuckle, standing up from his seat he stomps over to Denki.

Denki becomes so busy looking at you look at him that he forgets that Bakugo is looking over his spirit at the moment.

You shoot him a look, telling him to look up. So he complies.

“Is there something you need?” Denki says with a snarky tone.

“get up.”

The death glare stings into his very being, bakugo’s amber-red eyes burning into Denki’s golden ones.

“Make me” a smug smirk shines brightly off of Denki’s lips.

Of course, Denki didn’t have time to revel in his interaction with Bakugo. Because the next thing he knew was that he saw a flash of light and he was flying.

He flew so fast, it felt like he flew all the way to the recovery office.

eyes fluttering open, Denki whines as the hard white lights above him shine into his eyes. Tossing on his side he curls into a ball, hugging himself closer to the bed. he groans before letting out a deep sigh.

“Denki, are you awake?” A soft voice rang out into the silence.

He knew that voice.

Quickly turning over his eyes grow wide.

“Y/n?” He breathes out, earning a half-hearted chuckle you nod. He could tell you were worried about him.

“Oh my god, Denki, what we’re you thinking back there?” you scold him.

“I…I don’t know,” Denki frowns.

“You and I both know that we shouldn’t buck up to Bakugo like that unless you’re looking for a death sentence! Why the sudden change of character?” You asked, a frown still visible on your lips.

Your lips…

Denki was going to talk about how he just felt like pissing off bakugo, but then he realized how close you were to him. Only a hands distance from your face, his eyes travel down to your pursed lips.

They look so soft, so warm, so sweet.

So his.

His brain wasn’t aware that his body was moving, it seemed like the only thing that could control him was his heart. And he knew what his heart wanted more than anything else.

And it seemed like his heart knew what you wanted too.

“Denki.” You whispered.

“Hm?” His voice was so soft, you melted at the slight raspiness of it.

“Are you trying to kiss me right now?” You asked, you bit your lips. That action makes him let out a chuckle.

You tease.

“And if I was?” He whispered, softer than the last time, his hand sliding softly onto your cheek to his and thumb and index finger sliding further down to hold your chin, he leans in a little more.

“Then I wouldn’t stop you,” you leaned in, lips touching, but only grazing.

You felt each other's warm breaths, you felt the shake of his breath travel onto your lips.

“Fuck,” Denki cursed to himself, guiding your face towards his as he closed the gap. Leaning in further you make him fall back on the bed.

Your lips attacked one another, even tho it was his first kiss he was pretty damn good at making out.

Breaths hot, teeth grazing, lips wet and soft, Denki grabbed a fist full of your hair and groans as he deepens the kiss.

There’s no way he can be doing this right now, this has to be a dream or something.

He couldn’t even think of a response until you ripped your lips off of him. Denki lets out a soft whine you could barely catch, you giggle at this.

Leaning back up, your hand caresses his face.

Denki spills.

“I didn’t know what I could do to impress you, the pickup lines weren’t working, every time I tried to flirt or compliment you it just turned into shit, and I wanted you to not see me as some loser dweeb! So I did something that I knew would get your attention-“

Leaning down again you plant a quick peck.

“Denki, you had me from the start! Cheesy one-liners and all,” you chuckled.

“Really?” Denki asks.

“Mhm, really”

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

• there’s nothing more manly than matching Kirishima’s energy

• but it’s also not manly to get so bashful over it

• you and Kirishima have been the best of friends for a while, besides Mina being the only girl within the friend group. Sometimes he forgets that you’re a girl, he feels as if you’re one of the guys.

• so sometimes, some things he says to his guy friends he says to you.

• and it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s just bad when other people around don’t understand the dynamic the both of you got going on.

“Hey, sexy!” You yelled.

Walking into the dorm kitchen, you slap Kirishima’s ass. Jumping, he lets out a laugh.

“Hey, there beautiful~” Kirishima coos.

Of course, everyone around them is shocked seeing such a greeting exchange take place. Except for the rest of bakusquad, duh.

Casual flirting is a thing Kirishima does with his friends, he got it from Denki and now he can’t shake it. He does it to all of his close friends, especially you.

These occurrences usually happen out of nowhere.

Like when the both of you finish sparring with one another during training:

“Y’know Kirishima, if you wanna finish off strong…land on top of me next time,” you say, a sarcastic yet seductive tone sliding off your lips.

“Really? I was really hoping you’d not complain about me pinning you face down ass up this round.”

Or when the both of you are at lunch:

“Oh my god, stop eating your food like a barbarian!” Mina squeals in disgust.

“Oh please, don’t be a cry baby. Y/n knows all about this technique right here, don’t ya?” Kirishima growls, taking a loud slurp of his noodles, he slowly swirls the noodles into his mouth.

Earning a groan from Mina and a giggle out of you.

Or that one conversation you had in class that no one speaks of:

“Kirishima, can you stop bothering me and just do your work!” You laugh.

“I could…but I won’t. I’d rather do you than do my work” he sighs, leaning back into his chair as he stretches. Letting out a groan, you can see a peek of his toned stomach come through.

Is he seriously trying to tease you right now?

“Oh really?” You snarl.

“Mhm, matter of fact. If you were my assignment, I’d work on you all day long until you’d beg to stop.”

This earns a slight blush from you, laughing it off you insult him. “If only there was actually a guy out there that could~” you sigh.

A sparkle shoots through Kirishima’s red eyes.

“You making that a bet? Because listen, honey, I’ll do you better than any man you’ll ever meet do you hear me-“

“Ejiro!”

Mr. Aizawa’s voice booms through the classroom, making the both of you jump.

“Yes sensei!” Kirishima jumps up from his seat, his face red from embarrassment.

“Detention.”

You almost pissed yourself from laughing so hard that day.

Needless to say, the both of you like to talk about fucking each other. Even though you guys always flirt like this around everybody, you’ve never done it alone.

Kirishima felt that if he crossed that boundary, it could ruin your friendship for good.

That was until one day you asked him if he wanted to binge-watch a show with you, and he agreed immediately.

He didn’t realize what that agreement came to until he was there.

“You don’t have a tv?” He says.

Rolling your eyes you chuckle, “why would I have a tv Kirishima, they’re expensive these days and you know that.”

Flopping onto your bed you grab your computer and tuck yourself under the covers.

Let him register this correctly,

You and him, alone, in the dark, under the covers, watching a tv show, on Netflix?

holy shit.

slowly crawling onto the bed, kirishima goes under the covers.

smiling at him you prop open your laptop on your computer and press play.

around 30 minutes passed, the both of you didn't talk that much besides a short witty one-liner and a snort at a funny moment from the show. either than that, it was dead silent.

a moment passes until there's a certain suggestive scene on the screen. a couple sneaking into a random back room in some laundry mat, crashing onto the floor the girl straddles him and starts to grind on him.

"oh please," you groan a slight smirk hints on your face.

perking up kirishima turns towards you, "what's wrong?"

"well...." you trail off, a wide smirk cascades over your face.

this earns a chuckle from him, "what?"

"I just think I could do way better than she can" you say.

this makes Kirishima lightly blush, thank god it was dark and the screen was only lighting the side of his face. "oh really?" Kirishima smiles, you hum with a nod.

the scene continued into a full-on sex scene, he wasn't expecting to watch such a scene with you, his face starts to burn red at this. now he was just thinking about you doing these unholy things to him.

i mean, god, he wished you were riding him that hard-

"are you blushing right now?" you snort.

eyes snapping wide, he looks at you with terror.

frantic, Kirishima slams the computer shut in embarrassment. "what the hell kiri!" you exclaimed.

"y/n, I really can't lay here and pretend that we don't have something going on between us" Kirishima's voice shakes.

the room grows silent for a moment.

"what do you mean?" you ask, voice quiet, almost a whisper.

"this! the constant flirting, the way we touch each other, the way I look at you, and the way you look at me! I mean- look at what we're doing right now! you just talked about how you wanna fuck me in your own bed for all might's sake!" Kirishima grows irritated, he's tired of hiding his feelings from you.

"I'm sorry I didn't get the memo then! fuck, you do it to everyone-"

"but I don't, everyone knows this! you and I both know that I don't talk like this to mina or bakugo, I don't even talk like this to Denki to this extent!" he yells.

"so what do you want me to do? STOP?" you snarl, irritated at his tone.

he rolls his eyes, " you and I both know I don't want that-"

"then what do you want!" you yell.

"shit, I want you, y/n!" he yells back.

his words quickly shut you up.

it becomes silent again, he hears you shuffling with your blankets and a weight it lifted from the bed. he hears you stomp towards your door, flipping the switch with force Kirishima winces at the flash of light.

eyes adjusting, he sees you with a frown on your lips, walking back towards your bed you plop onto your side of the bed. eyes locking with his you whisper, "are you serious?"

"I'm more than serious, I've kinda liked you from the beginning, I thought the flirting was a dead give away but I guess it wasn't" Kirishima scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

smiling, you crawl towards him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"so...does that mean that everything you've said to me you meant it?" a smug smirk shows on your lips. kirishima's face gets redder by the moment, he stammers.

"y-yes? I mean! do you like that I meant it?" voice nervous, the makes you giggle.

leaning in you plant a quick peck on Kirishima's lips, leaving Kirishima stunned.

"mhm," you hum.

a moment passes by, then Kirishima smiles.

"well in that case..." Kirishima lets out a mischievous grin, his hands sliding up your waist. the next thing you knew he quickly flipped you on your back, pinning your arms down you wiggled.

before you could even protest, kirishima smashes his lips against yours. pulling away kirishima whispers into your ear.

"well then, maybe we can practice some things I've been meaning to say then, hm?"

hey guys! omg, over 200 likes on my first post! ahh you guys are crazy!! I meant to put iida and deku in this headcanon but they sadly didn't make the cut. I started to get lazy sorry...

-lovelyiida<3

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｌｏｖｅｒ ｂｏｙ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!felix x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: Your new boyfriend comforts you during a depressive episode.

Genre: fluff/angst-ish

Word Count: 849

Warnings: mention of depression/some dark thoughts & feelings

A/N: Just wanted to write something for anyone out there who might struggle with depression and need some comfort ♡

This couldn’t have happened at a worse time...

But it was bound to happen at some point, you think, burying your face in your hands, a puddle of tears forming in your palms. Things have been going so well with Felix, better than they have with any other guy. From day one he’s been your Prince Charming.

Taking you on dates to botanical gardens blooming with flowers you thought could only exist in fairytales. Packing you lunch for work whenever he stays over with cute little notes tucked in the bag to brighten up your day.

Felix is a dream come true for you. You wanted, with everything inside of you, to be the same for him, but all of that’s over now. You’re sure of it. It’s the first night you’ve spent at his apartment, mere days after the two of you became official, and you’re curled up on his bathroom floor crying your heart out at 2 in the morning.

It’s nothing he did. He’s been a sweetheart, as always, cooking you dinner and making sure that you’re comfortable. Still, depression’s found a way to creep up on you, flooding your mind with thoughts that tear at the thin layer of confidence you’ve been pouring all of your energy into maintaining.

The pain is like a ton of bricks in your stomach. An invisible hand around your throat gripping tighter the more you struggle to twist away. The voice in your head, telling you that you aren’t good enough, mocks you for being silly enough to think you could hide this part of you from Felix forever.

He’ll see you, really see you, and he'll hate what he sees.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Felix’s voice breaks through deep and scruffy from having just woken up, somehow remaining soothing in all of its power. Lifting your head up, you wipe your tears on the sleeves of your pajama shirt, positive you look a complete wreck. This is it. The end.

“I don’t…” you stutter, unsure of how to explain yourself, “I’m so sorry.” Based on the confusion that paints his face, you half expect him to back away only for him to do the exact opposite. He’s not running away, he’s grabbing handfuls of tissue, kneeling down beside you to tidy up your runny nose. 

“Talk to me. Did something happen? Did I do…” You sniffle, shaking your head, “It’s not you. It’s me. I’m just…fucked up I guess. Too depressed to keep my shit together.” Your head falls again, this time resting on your knees, and you close your eyes, wishing you could start this night over again.

For a brief moment, Felix shuffles around in a direction you can't pinpoint before two arms wrap around your body, hands clasped together where they meet your soft belly. He pulls you against his chest, strands of long hair brushing your cheek as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“You shouldn’t say that.”

There’s a sense of safety and connectedness within his arms that you haven’t felt in, well, ever. You're almost ashamed at how intensely his warmth shields you from the cold darkness closing in.

“You’re not fucked up. You’re just hurting and that’s okay. Well, it’s not okay but it’s…fuck I’m so bad at this.” Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand up to stroke his cheek, “Shut up. You’re not bad at this.” “Are we gonna sit here all night complimenting each other?” he teases, “Because we can. My butt will probably go numb though. I don’t have as much cushion as you. Don’t know what you see in me.”

The faintest giggle on your part has him kissing your neck, bear hugging you. “There’s my girl and that beautiful smile of hers.” “Don’t get used to it” you sigh, “It won’t last.” Felix just shrugs, “Doesn’t have to. I’ll still be here. I don’t care about you under the condition that you’re happy 24/7. You know that, right?” 

“I, well, I didn’t know…”

“Well, now you do.” 

His palm meets the back of your hand, fingers twining around yours to bring your arm down to your waist. “Let me be here for you. Give me a chance.” Hearing someone say that, hearing him say that, is more terrifying than you expect it to be. Trust is hard, trust is risky…

Felix leans forward to get a good look at you, a glimmer in his still sleepy eyes

…but if there’s anyone worth taking a risk on it’s the freckle faced boy staring back at you. 

“Uh…yeah…okay.” 

He smiles, “Yeah?”

 It’s impossible not to smile back, “Yeah.”  

“Good.”

Felix loosens his hold on you enough that he has room to lean his head on your back. “Want me to sing to you?” he yawns. You settle comfortably into the arms of your Felix, your safety blanket, letting your eyes fall closed from exhaustion. “Sing what?”

A stretch of silence lingers as he scans his brain for the perfect song to fit the moment.

“Oh! Got it! Fake eyes open…” 

“Felix!” you yell, slapping him on the knee.

“What? Bad timing?”

#lee felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix x y/n #lee felix fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x thick reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[tubatwo]

sabotage - huening kai

summary: you and kai paint each other’s faces on live and he surprises you

pairing: gn reader x huening kai

genre: fluff; 1.1k words

requested by ohmahgods

“you sure you wanna do this? I won’t force you if you feel uncomfortable,” kai asks one more time, a gentle look in his eyes as he makes direct eye contact with you.

your relationship wasn’t new, but it hadn’t been that long since you two revealed yourselves to the public. while showing off some of his favorite plushies on live, he realized that he accidentally brought a teddy bear that you gave him. a teddy bear that just so happened to have both of your initials engraved on its feet. sure, kai could have come up with something but 1. he’d probably suck at lying and 2. he didn’t want to hide you anymore. so he acted impulsively.

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you two had already had discussions about the topic and even talked to bighit staff about it. obviously, they weren’t on board at first but eventually gave you the green light. the only thing left was finding the perfect time to announce it. kai beat you to it, apologizing over and over for making the decision without you, but you were thankful anyway since you were a little shy.

and now here you were. the company phone propped up in front of you two and sets of paint scattered around the table.

“yes honey,” you grab his hands in yours as you return his eye contact, “I promise I want to do this with you. it’ll be fun!”

kai nods and turns toward the phone to press the big “GO LIVE” button. the next few seconds are a bit awkward since you have to wait for moas to start joining the live. soon enough, the chat is filled with shocked emojis and confusion.

WHAT

OH MY GOD??????

IS THAT HIS S/O

YOONGI MARRY ME

?????? who is that

DID HE GO LIVE BY ACCIDENT

“hi moa babies!” kai waves to the camera before taking your hand in his. “I hope you all don’t mind my super special guest!” you smile and wave before introducing yourself. “hi moas! i’m y/n, thank you for having me.”

y/n is so cute

is this a marriage announcement? keke

why can’t I look like them

THEY LOOK LIKE AN ANGEL

“some of you may remember my live where I showed some of my dolls and a very specific teddy bear… well this cutie over here gave him to me!” kai began, “I thought that it would be nice for the person I love to get to know the other people I love! so, we prepared fun things to do today while we talk to moa.” kai brings the paint into the camera frame.

“we’re gonna do some really cute face paints!” you explain while trying to get used to the speed of the comment section. kai chuckles before scrolling up to catch a specific comment. “baby look! moas think you look super pretty… oh, yes they are an angel… no this wasn’t by accident! wait a marriage announcement?!” his famous laugh echoing in the room, making you laugh as well.

after a while all of the paint bottles are open and you’ve both put on cute animal headbands to keep hair out of your faces. “moa! what should we paint on each other?” kai asks.

you should make kai look super cool!

draw a butterfly on y/n!

i cant wait to see the results

while the speed of the comments were making your head hurt, kai catches a specific one that almost makes an evil laugh slip out.

you should pretend to make y/n pretty but make it bad kekeke

“you want me to make kai look cool? hmm… what about like the movie avatar?” you ask the chat. kai lets out a playful gasp. “ah right, my baby is really good at drawing so i’ll look super cool!” his use of pet names makes you look over at him with wide eyes. he simply winks at you and tickles your chin.

W RIZZ

kai the rizzler

WHY CANT THAT BE ME

“okay, how about I paint you first and you do mine last?” you suggest. “okie!” kai agrees and you get started.

you alternate between focusing on kai’s face and responding to some of the comments. kai faces you and stares at you with love in his eyes as you softly brush strokes of paint onto his skin. the paint is cold on his cheeks, but you make them feel so, so warm. thankfully, the paint is covering his blush. he feels like he’s falling in love all over again, and he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

“you’re so beautiful, baby…” his whisper snaps you out of the trance you had while reading comments. your head whips around to see the lovesick expression on his face. at this point, it’s pretty obvious that he doesn’t care about showing pda with you live, so you try to relax a bit.

“says you! moa, isn’t he like a greek god?” you ask the chat while carefully cradling his face in your hands, showing him off to the camera. he laughs a little before shaking his head. “I mean it, you’re so handsome, your face is already a masterpiece.” you notice kai getting shy before he tries to lean in to meet your lips. you back up quickly and softly put your hands on his shoulders. “okay woah! 1. we’re live and 2. y-you have wet paint all over you!” you stutter while kai laughs at your reaction.

so im gonna die lonely

TAKING A NAP ON A BRIDGE

eventually, you finish the avatar-style painting on kai’s face and he takes a look at himself through the live screen. “wah! baby, this is so cool!” he exclaims, “you’re so cool and talented, i’m jealous!” you smile softly and rub his arm as a thanks. you make sure to thank moa in the chat as well for all of the compliments. while reading comments, kai wants your attention back, so he uses two fingers to turn your face towards him. the action makes you blush and the chat goes crazy once again. “my turn.”

were third wheeling i guess

IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?????

it seemed like an eternity passes before kai finishes your painting. with the amount of time he was taking, you felt grateful that he was putting a serious effort into it. however, it was weird how his hand stayed firm on your cheek, blocking you from looking anywhere else but at him.

HES SABOTAGING

LMAO

IS HE DRAWING WARIO??

HES SO WRONG FOR THIS

“okay, one last finishing touch…” kai says. you sit and wait patiently for him to pick up another brush, but instead, you’re met with a quick peck on your lips and the following words, “i’m sorry…”

you tilt your head in confusion at kai’s dolphin laugh before looking at the screen.

“HUENING KAI!”

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Yandere!Donna x Healer!Y/N part 3

Phew. Back at it again with some crazy Donna (I love her so much). Read the last part here! Let’s get into it!

“Y/N?” Donna suddenly asks softly as you work on setting up.

You tilt your head at her. “Yeah, Donna?”

“Um… This… Is going to sound… Ridiculous, but… The cadou that Mother Miranda gave me?” She tries to say, biting her lower lip anxiously.

You quirk your eyebrows at her in concern. She seems deeply worried about something. “You can tell me, Donna.”

Donna sighs but eventually nods her head slowly. She does feel like she can tell you. She knows how kind you are, even though you two just met a little bit ago. You’re special. “It’s just… The cadou has given me… These abilities. It’s what allows my dolls, and Angie, to become… Animated,” She reveals, her gaze immediately dropping to the floor, unable to meet yours. “As much as I want the cadou taken out… I’m just terrified I’m going to lose… My friends,” She whispers.

Well, there it is.

Her last big secret is out in the open, but now she’s having second thoughts. What are you going to say? Are you going to think she’s crazy for saying that she can control the dolls? … Or even worse, that she’s pathetic for being so attached to them?

You surprise Donna, though. You smile gently and walk over to her. “Well then, allow me to put your mind at ease,” You grin.

“W-what?” She asks, completely caught off guard by your reaction.

“Some of the other villagers I’ve been treating who were infected with the mold have had… Interesting side effects, shall we say? Nothing quite as sophisticated as what you just described, but it seems certain abilities can develop. Feelings of premonition that always turn out to be true or increased physical strength… These powers don’t go away once I clear the actual infection,” You tell her. “It sounds like the cadou is a much stronger parasite than the mold I’ve been seeing. I think that might be why your abilities are so advanced,” You say. “But, the main takeaway from all of this is that your connection to Angie and the dolls will not be affected. They’ll be ready for some snuggles as soon as you’re done. Deal?” You ask.

Donna feels like she has been on an emotional rollercoaster today. She is greatly relieved at your reassurance and is just so thankful that you’re here with her. She feels safe and cared for with you around. She’s also… Coming to depend on that support. She can’t bear the thought of life going back to the way it was before you showed up.

In fact… She refuses for it to.

She feels incredibly guilty, but… She has just hatched a diabolical plan to keep you here with her forever. If her powers won’t be affected by removing the cadou, then she will still be able to cause visions. If she can figure out what your biggest fears are… She can use that to her advantage. She just has to keep you talking while you work.

You finish getting your instruments clean and ask her to sit down. You have set up a clean and comfortable area on the couch to perform the procedure on. You take a cotton ball and dab on some antiseptic. You wash off the area of her face you’ll be working on before grabbing a small needle. “Alright, Donna. You’re going to feel a small pinch right beside your eye and a little bit of burning. That’s just the anesthetic going in, okay?” You tell her.

“Okay,” Donna says and braces herself.

You skillfully inject the medicine, taking care to go slow.

Donna winces, but otherwise doesn’t react.

You smile at how good she’s doing. “Excellent. You’re doing great.”

Donna feels her cheeks flush at your praise. She… Really enjoys it. She just hopes you can’t see how rosy her face is becoming.

You two are silent as you wait for the anesthetic to kick in, but it’s a relaxed and warm silence. Not forced or awkward. You two are content in each other’s company.

Finally, enough time has passed and you can begin the surgery. “So, you should be completely numbed up, Donna. I’m going to go ahead and start. Are you ready?” You ask her.

Donna takes a deep breath and lets it out. She’s more ready than you could ever know. “Yes. I’m ready,” She nods.

You grin and place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be over before you know it,” You say with a wink.

… Oh, why do you have to be so charming? Donna is once again a blushing mess.

You begin working and Donna is quiet for a moment as she thinks. Okay, she has to focus. She needs to learn more about you, so she forces herself to speak once more. “Do you mind me asking how you got started helping people like this?”

Damn. Even she has to admit that was good. People generally love talking about themselves.

You’re surprised that Donna is making conversation. You assumed she would prefer silence, but you happily answer… And walk right into her trap. “Well, when I was little, I would always try to rescue animals who were hurt or sick. I just couldn’t stand seeing them in pain,” You say. “I realized I had a natural talent for it and it just… Made me want to help people too. I love being able to take care of others. I think it’s my calling in life.”

As much as Donna wants you to stay… Manipulating such a sweet person is tearing her up inside. Your answer is genuine and pure. She was able to gain a lot of knowledge about you with that simple answer.

… This is going to be a lot easier than she thought.

Note: Poor Y/N. They have no idea what they’re walking into T^T

Masterlist

#Masterlist #donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #yandere imagines

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Title: I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

Description: Will doesn’t like the feeling’s he gets when he’s around Hannibal

C/W: Angst/open ending

Song: lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?**

Will wasn’t sure why he felt like this, why whenever he looked at Hannibal his stomach always felt like it was on fire and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up but all he knew he didn’t necessarily like it.

**Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?**

Here he was back at another session in that stupid chair, he hated when people picked at his brain, he didn’t want others seeing what was in his mind. But oddly enough he didn’t mind if Hannibal saw what was going on in his head “you seem distracted Will” Hannibal said staring at Will and knocking Him out of his Thinking or more like overthinking.

Will shook his head and nodded nervously “fine Hannibal still having nightmares “ Will said as he stared back into those bright Maroon eyes and he could feel his stomach light up again with that same burning feeling.”why don’t you tell me about it”

**Watchin', hidden in plain sight

Ooh, I try, I try, I try

But it takes over my life

I see you everywhere

The sweetest torture one could bear**

Will was watching as Hannibal interacted with people, he was ….a natural like he could keep everyone who he talked to interested in the conversation and Will found it quite entertaining honestly how everyone looked at Hannibal like he was an angel that you just had to talk to and look at.

Then everything stopped and Will wished to leave, but he couldn’t just leave because of Hannibal talking to another man, even if that man was a person Will despised more than anything in the world . Antony was his name and Hannibal and him had been friends for awhile and Will couldn’t stand him, he was always so touchy and close to Hannibal and Will couldn’t stand it, but Will didn’t understand why it bothered him so much, it wasn’t like him and Hannibal were dating and Hannibal was a grown man he could talk to anyone he liked.

But it still bothered Will nonetheless, was it because Antony was everything Will wasn’t, Funny, charming, charismatic everything that would fit Hannibal perfectly. That burning feeling went away leaving a cold feeling in Will heart, he suddenly wanted to Leave and that’s what he did, he went to find Alana “hey I’m gonna head out gotta get back to the dogs” Alana was to caught up in something Margot was saying to hear Will but she nodded saying a quick bye to him. Unlike Will who never said bye to Hannibal who had spent the rest of the night looking for Will , but could never find him.

**Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate

Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?**

Since the party and Will's rude exit he hasn’t been to one of his and Hannibal sessions in a while, and it was starting to way on him, everyone could tell even jack but Will ignored it and continued with life trying to not think of Hannibal, but he was losing his mind trying not to. When Will didn’t show up for another session Hannibal called him , it was late around eight o’clock when Will heard his phone ring and he answered it.

“ hello” Will said as he heard the soft breathing over the phone “ hello Will I’m calling to see if you were going to make it this week for one of our sessions seeing how you’ve missed the last few, jack has informed me you’ve been busy , so i will let you not showing up or canceling slide this time but I need to know if you are going to make it this time “ When Will heard Hannibal's accented voice that burning feeling came back and his throat got dry “uh…i probably won’t make it this week Hannibal I’m sorry “ Will said with a bit of a shaky voice trying to hide the nervousness.

**Ooh, I care, I care, I care

Like ribbons in your hair

My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want**

He heard Hannibal sigh and Will felt bad “ are you feeling alright will” Hannibal asked and Will swallowed nervously “ everything fine just haven’t been sleeping Well” He said still trying to hide the shakiness in his voice and Hannibal sighed again “ Alright well i hope to see you next time have a wonderful night Will” Hannibal said causing the burning feeling to burn even more “ you to Hannibal “ Will said before hanging up.

**Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust**

Will knew he couldn’t keep ignoring Hannibal but he would damn Well try, he hadn’t been to a session in a month and it was kinda starting to get to him, he was having more nightmares and he couldn’t stop thinking of Hannibal everything was Hannibal and it was waying on him even more than he noticed “Will!” Jack said, pulling Him out of his thoughts “ sorry what?” Will said and Jack sighed “ I said why did Alana and Hannibal both call me saying you’re not going to your sessions with Hannibal you know the rules Will, do you wanna get fired?” Jack said sternly and Will shook his head. He knew Jack needed him but he also knew that Jack would fire him if he didn’t go see Hannibal.

Will sighed “ no, I’ve just been busy with cases and stuff, my mind never sleeps you know that.”

Jack shook his head putting a hand on Will shoulder “ just promise me you’ll start going back, I need you here and clear headed “ Jack said and Will nodded, finding it kinda funny he never was clear headed. But he knew if he didn’t go back Jack would hound him till he did and Will nodded “ i will i promise “

**Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately**

There Will was in Hannibal's waiting room waiting for Hannibal to finish his session with his last patient before Will. While He sat there he decided to come up with a plan, he was finally gonna tell Hannibal, he was gonna finally tell Hannibal how much he hated him, how much he loathed him, how much he hated his perfect hair and soothing voice and beautiful eyes, he was finally going to tell Hannibal….He loved him.

**And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you**

#will graham #hannigram #hannibal lecter #hannibal #Will is in alot of denial #he’s also jealous #nbc hannibal

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 4

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 3975

Contents: just so so much crying, some mentions of insecurities, lots of fluff and mushiness

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It took another day. Jeongin needed the time to work up his courage. So he took one more day to talk himself up. One more day to convince himself this was the right thing. One more day to lie to himself and tell himself everything would be fine and his heart wasn’t about to shatter into a million pieces.

Even so he had to fight with himself to get out of his room that evening. He had to drag himself down the hall, as if any slip of his willpower would have his feet turning back in the other direction. He had to practice words over and over in his head as if “Hi, we should talk” was all that hard to say.

He didn’t know if it was better or worse when he came to Seungmin’s room, only to find it empty. He must have been in the kitchen and Jeongin knew he’d be back soon. It gave him a few more moments before he had to face reality, but it also meant he was now sat on Seungmin’s bed, a place he’d spent so much time, head swirling with memories that were now all tainted with pain.

He wasn’t so lost in his thoughts though. He heard the soft footsteps down the hall. He heard the voice he loved so dearly calling out one last thing to Minho in the kitchen as he got closer. And his heart dropped into his stomach, pulse racing and palms sweating as Seungmin appeared in the doorway.

“H-Hi,” was all he could manage of his practiced sentence.

The bowl of popcorn dropped out of Seungmin’s hands, kernels flying across the floor as he stared, wide-eyed, at Jeongin. It was a different kind of shock though. It was the kind of disbelief you had when you thought something couldn’t be real, like it might just disappear. Seungmin’s eyes started to well up with tears as Jeongin opened his mouth but he couldn’t get anymore words out as a lump formed in his own throat, blocking their path.

After what felt like a small eternity, Seungmin moved. He bounded across the floor, catching Jeongin by surprise who let out a yelp as Seungmin crashed into him, hugging him tight and knocking him back against the bed. His brain didn’t need to register anything for his arms to automatically wrap around Seungmin. His body would seek out this comfort like a moth drawn to a flame, he would never be able to help it.

It did take his brain catching up with him for him to realize Seungmin was sobbing into his neck. He felt the wet tears before he heard the sobs. His own eyes followed suit, as if every part of his body had a mind of its own, pre-planned conversation be damned. He squeezed his eyes shut as he nuzzled into Seungmin, taking in his scent and his warmth and feeling all the love and pain and fear hitting him again soon had sobs racking his own body as he clung tightly to Seungmin, as if he hadn’t been the one to disappear.

“Innie,” Seungmin’s words broke between his sobs. “I missed- I missed you! Don’t you- Don’t- Don’t ever do that again!”

Despite the flow of tears, the words were still stuck in his throat. So he held Seungmin as tightly as he could and cried. He buried his face against him, letting waves of tears that he thought has long since been cried out flow from him. Maybe something about the way he was holding onto Seungmin now would tell him that he could never bear to part from him like that again. Any and all willpower to stay away from him, the fear of whatever Seungmin would say was simply not stronger than this feeling, than the comfort that he had so desperately needed.

“D-Don’t- Don’t leave me again.” Seungmin’s words were punctuated with gasps and sobs that tore Jeongin to pieces. He squeezed his arms tightly around Seungmin, as if it would piece him back together again. “Please, pl-please don’t go again.”

“W-Won’t.” Jeongin’s own voice was unsteady and he didn’t truly realize how hard he was crying until he tried to speak. “Won’t leave- I-I won’t l-leave again.”

Seungmin shifted and panic struck through Jeongin. He wasn’t ready to let go of him, not yet. He needed a little longer before he had to let go. Just a little longer.

Seungmin didn’t pull away though. He moved only enough to rest his forehead against Jeongin’s, tips of their noses pressed together. Jeongin managed to blink his eyes open to see Seungmin’s still wet and crying and so full of hurt and fear that Jeongin felt it break his heart all over again.

“Promise?” The insecurity in Seungmin’s voice was twisting Jeongin’s stomach in the worst way.

“I promise.”

They stayed like that for what felt like a long time. It was as if neither of them wanted to leave the moment or worry about what could come next. Whatever was next might be complicated and scary. It might hurt. But this didn’t. Being in Seungmin’s arms, close enough to breath him in and feel his warmth; Jeongin was sure that was the only thing that didn’t hurt.

So tears slowed until all that was left was sniffles and almost even breathing and each other’s warmth. Jeongin looked into Seungmin’s eyes, reminding himself that he wouldn’t disappear. Seungmin was looking back at him, the same fear mirrored in his gaze. And at some point, someone had closed the door. In that moment, Jeongin couldn’t care less who. Maybe he would care in the morning. Maybe even just a little later. But right now the only thing that could possibly matter was the man in his arms.

When Seungmin did finally pull back he pulled Jeongin with him. He was reluctant to let go but he did move one arm just to push the two of them up to sit. Seungmin stayed in his lap, but sat back enough to gaze at Jeongin, arms hanging loosely around his neck and fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Jeongin’s arms wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as Seungmin took a deep breath, breaking eye contact.

“I-I really missed you,” He mumbled. “You scared me, you know that?”

“I’m sorry,” Jeongin replied, feeling his heart drop. He didn’t want to think about how Seungmin felt. He was so convinced that Seungmin hated him but that was much harder of a conviction to believe with the man in his lap, tear stains down his cheeks and insecurity lacing his tone. 

Seungmin met his eye, and it seemed like a struggle, like he was scared for whatever Jeongin might say next. “Why wouldn’t you talk to me?”

Jeongin bit down on his lip. Some part of him wanted to pour every little bit of his heart out. He felt so safe again in Seungmin’s arms but the fear had never truly left him. Didn’t he already know? Why did Jeongin have to say it? Or maybe he didn’t really get it. Maybe he didn’t think Jeongin’s confession was genuine. Maybe he’d need to do it all over again.

“I- I didn’t-” He dropped his gaze, hardly able to bear the sad look in Seungmin’s eyes and the way it made him feel a million times worse. His gut was twisting horribly at the thought that he had caused Seungmin pain too. It was his own heartbreak that he was aware of, so much so that it seemed as if Seungmin would have none. He thought Seungmin would have none.

Seungmin moved his hands, cupping Jeongin’s face gently and bringing his gaze back to meet his own. He gave Jeongin a sweet, soft and expectant look as he waited. It melted Jeongin’s heart, receiving so much softness. A lump started forming in his throat but he did his best to swallow it down.

“I-I couldn’t- You didn’t s-say anything.” He finally managed.

A frown tugged at the corner of Seungmin’s lips. “I tried to talk to you all week.”

Jeongin shook his head, forcing the words from his lips with all the willpower he could muster. “Wh-When I said- When I told you I l-love you, you didn’t- you didn’t answer.”

His body was shaking now and tears were welling up in his eyes again, as if living the moment all over again. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to imagine this or how much he braced himself, he suddenly felt wholly unprepared for whatever Seungmin would say to him.

“You never gave me a chance,” He said quietly. “You ran away before I could even process what you said.”

Jeongin dropped his gaze, sniffing and desperately trying to hold back his tears. “I couldn’t- I-I c-couldn’t- If you had- If you- I-If-”

Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin again, pulling him close and holding him while he started to cry. The feeling of Seungmin rubbing his back and hushing him was so soothing but guilt was creeping up his throat. This was his fault and yet he was the one being comforted.

Jeongin fought against his own body, forcing himself to calm down. He tried to take deep breaths that just sounded ragged. He tried to stop shaking which only made it worse. But slowly he composed himself. It took everything in him to stem the tears and even more to find the words to express his anguish.

“If you h-had- If you said you didn’t- didn’t love me back-” 

The sentence was too hard to finish. It was painful, it hurt more with each sound he uttered and he gave up halfway. He prayed Seungmin understood and also prayed he didn’t. He couldn’t explain it again. He didn’t want to know how Seungmin felt. He needed to but he didn’t want to.

“Innie?” Seungmin hummed, pressing his forehead against Jeongin’s again. “Can I tell you now?”

“T-Tell me?” Jeongin sniffed.

Seungmin pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “That I love you, too.”

Maybe it was his constant crying and clear lack of hydration and self care all week. Maybe it was some kind of fever he was coming down with. Or maybe he was simply starting to lose touch with reality altogether. Jeongin didn’t know. All he did know is that he couldn’t have heard what I thought he did.

“Wh-What?”

Seungmin smiled, a sweet shy smile that made Jeongin’s heart burst. He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose. “I love you, Innie.”

New tears were welling up in Jeongin’s eyes now as his brain simply stopped. It was perhaps the first time in a long time it was quiet. He blinked at Seungmin in disbelief, earning another kiss on his nose as heat crept up his cheeks. Nothing was computing as he sat there in shock.

“Like- Like a friend?” Jeongin asked weakly.

Seungmin pressed the softest, gentlest kiss against Jeongin’s lips, lingering for a moment. It was a moment Jeongin was positive his heart stopped, going still and skipping as many beats as it pleased as Seungmin answered him warmly.

“Like something else.” He hummed. “Like I want to hold you and never let you go. Like I want to make every bad thought you ever have disappear. Like I want to kiss you until neither of us can remember anything other than how it feels to be together.” He kissed Jeongin with a little more purpose, a kiss he couldn’t help but return, missing the feeling of Seungmin’s lips against his own so desperately.

When he pulled back he gave Jeongin a smile that would have been a smirk if it wasn’t quite so bashful. “So, not exactly like a friend.”

“Like-” Jeongin’s brain felt so sluggish. His heart was beating erratically and so damn loud he was sure Seungmin could hear it. His brain felt like it had positively turned to mush, borderline refusing to understand what Seungmin was saying. “Like- Like-”

Seungmin giggled, a sound that Jeongin was sure was better than any song he’d ever heard. “Like a lover.”

“L-Lover?” There was some warm, fuzzy feeling blooming in Jeongin’s heart. His stomach erupted with a flurry of butterflies he thought had died a week ago. He tried to wrap his mind around what Seungmin was saying. The words were so simple and yet so unbelievable.

Seungmin cupped Jeongin’s cheeks, meeting his gaze with a smile that might just have been the sweetest smile Jeongin had ever seen.

“I love you.”

“You love me?” Some part of his mind wondered if hearing it again would make it feel more real.

“I do.” Seungmin’s answer was so simple.

Despite how much he’d cried in the last week Jeongin felt tears welling up in his eyes yet again. “Really?”

“I really do.” He pressed the tip of his nose to Jeongin’s. “How many times will I need to say it before you believe me? Because I’ll say it over and over.” He pressed another soft kiss to Jeongin’s lips. “I love you.” And another. “I love you.” One more. “I love you.”

A giggle fell from Jeongin’s lips. And then another. And a third as a smile finally tugged at his lips. Seungmin loved him. Seungmin loved him. Seungmin was holding him in his arms and kissing him and Seungmin loved him.

He found Seungmin’s lips in a series of kisses. Kisses punctuated by giggles and smiles that neither of them could hold back as Jeongin’s heart soared. And perhaps for the first time he wasn’t scared that it was about to come crashing down. Seungmin’s hands stayed cupping his cheeks as he gave Jeongin as many kisses as he could until they were both desperate for a breath of air. And even after a deep breath his lips were on Jeongin’s again, kissing him dizzy.

Jeongin pulled Seungmin back against the bed, adoring his warmth and scent and touch and every little thing that he’d tried not to like too much before. I love you. I love you. I love you. He played the words over and over again in his head like his favourite song on repeat. 

He got lost in kisses, only breaking apart for the most necessary of breaths before finding Seungmin’s lips again. The kisses were wetter than they should have been, tears still slipping from his closed eyes, but he hardly cared. If he never stopped crying again it wouldn’t matter. If his heart never stopped racing, if the butterflies never stopped fluttering for as long as he lived he truly did not give a shit.

Not as long as Seungmin loved him.

It was Seungmin that eventually pulled away after perhaps another hundred kisses. He only moved far enough to rest his head on Jeongin’s chest. His hand found Jeongin’s and he laced their fingers together as he snuggled against him. They laid in silence for a little while, and Jeongin just enjoyed being close to his love, dreading the moment they might have to part. Was it dramatic to say he never wanted to be separated from him again? 

Yes.

He didn’t really care, so long as Seungmin stayed in his arms. His mind started to wander through a series of thoughts again as he ran his fingers through Seungmin’s hair. He wondered about Seungmin’s feelings and how he hadn’t noticed them, not that he would have readily believed it, but still.

“When did you know?” Jeongin asked.

“That I love you?”

“Mhm.”

Seungmin shifted, hiding his face in Jeongin’s neck. “It took me too long.” He pressed a kiss to Jeongin’s skin. “It didn’t really hit me until after you stopped talking to me.”

Jeongin hugged Seungmin closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head comfortingly. “I should have realised sooner what I was feeling but I just didn’t think much about it. And…”

Seungmin pushed up, propping himself up to look at Jeongin, even if his gaze was a little shy. “And I didn’t really think you felt that way.”

“You didn’t?” It was both a surprise and a relief. Of course he was trying to keep his feelings private but he still thought he was being too obvious about all of it, as if there was a big sign over his head the whole time. It had been such a paralysing fear that Seungmin somehow knew but he still almost didn’t believe that he hadn’t picked up on it at all. “Did it cross your mind that I liked you- th-that way?” He tripped over his words a little under Seungmin’s gaze, still feeling a little shy to be so open about his feelings, as if Seungmin might suddenly change his mind.

“It did,” Seungmin pouted a little. “I just figured it wasn’t the most likely option.”

Jeongin cocked his head to the side. “What did you think?”

Seungmin moved his hand out of Jeongin’s grinning and booping his nose. “You’ve been so shy about sex since the beginning.” He chuckled and Jeongin felt the heat rise up his cheeks. “It made sense that you would act a little nervous or awkward about it, especially when I’m pretty sure you’ve never done this with a friend before. I thought that was more likely. So when I started to feel something too…” He dropped his gaze. “I just enjoyed the feeling. I didn’t think about it too hard, I just thought it might not have gone anywhere.”

A pout formed on Jeongin’s lips before he leaned in to kiss Seungmin’s cheek. “It would have.”

“Well I know that now,” Seungmin chuckled. “I don’t think all that hard about what I’m feeling. I let things come and go and just try and enjoy it. Not every feeling leads somewhere and not every fling has you falling in love.”

Jeongin laid back on the bed again and Seungmin propped himself up on his chest, gazing at him while he thought for a moment. “You came to me and you cried. And after that you were- You- I-Is that why you were getting so lovey after… ?”

Seungmin gave him a bashful look. “I think so, yeah. It’s easier to feel something than to actually name the emotion. I just liked being close to you and cuddling you and comforting you so much. It felt too nice being with you, feeling safe and loved.”

A grin tugged at Jeongin’s lips. “Awww.”

“And I liked seeing your pretty face when you cum.” Seungmin added.

The smile washed away with a wave of embarrassment. Jeongin’s face started to burn while he grabbed a pillow to cover it and groaned. Seungmin snuggled closer while he laughed, tickling Jeongin’s sides until he laughed too.

“Why do you have to tease me?” He giggled, muffled from the pillow.

“You’re just so cute,” Seungmin hummed. “I can’t help myself.”

Jeongin peeked out from under the pillow. “Be nice to me, I thought you were going to break my heart.”

Seungmin pulled the pillow away. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“To break my heart!?” Jeongin gasped, earning a snicker from Seungmin.

“Well now you know that wasn’t what I was going to do so you see how silly you were to deprive me of my Innie all week.”

Jeongin’s heart did a funny little backflip off a cliff as a smile spread across his face that he couldn’t stop. A smile while Seungmin certainly took notice of.

“Aww, did you like that?” He teased.

“Shut up,” Jeongin’s hands found the pillow and he hit Seungmin in the head with it. Seungmin simply grabbed it, peeking out from under it with a grin. “My Innie, my lovely Innie.”

Jeongin wondered if the butterfly conservatory in his stomach perhaps gave tours? Had a revenue stream? It should be giving him something other than nervous sensations. He deserved at least that much.

He couldn’t manage to hide how much he liked it, only breaking away from Seungmin’s gaze and mumbling. “Yeah, your Innie.”

Seungmin’s smile softened and he leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Yep, my Innie. And your Minnie?”

“My Minnie,” Jeongin hummed with a smile, the warm, fuzzy feelings making him borderline delirious. He gave Seungmin a few more kisses before they were interrupted by him yawning. Seungmin giggled at him as he tried to hide his face in Seungmin’s neck.

“Sorry,” He mumbled. It had gotten late while they laid there and he was tried out from the emotional roller coaster he’d been on. “I guess I need to get to bed.”

“I guess so,” Seungmin hummed.

Jeongin hesitated for a moment before trying to sit up but Seungmin pushed him back down with a frown. 

“What are you doing?”

“Going to bed?” Jeongin mumbled sheepishly. Of course he wanted to stay, he’d give anything to stay in Seungmin’s bed. But he also couldn’t assume that’s what Seungmin wanted.

“You’re sleeping here.” Seungmin said simply, before clinging to him and nuzzling his head into his neck. “I’m not letting you leave now.”

Jeongin wrapped his arms around Seungmin tightly, pressing a kiss to his head and humming in agreement. He wasn’t about to argue with that.

Well not until he had to pee anyway.

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom.” Jeongin mumbled.

“I haven’t done my skincare yet,” Seungmin said.

“I should probably change into pjs too…”

“And I should brush my teeth,” Seungmin sat up. “You better be back in here to cuddle me in 10 minutes or I’ll cry.”

Jeongin gave him a panicked look, gripping his hand tightly as his stomach dropped. The last thing he wanted was for Seungmin to be sad all over again. Seungmin, though, was snickering.

“I’m kidding,” He pulled Jeongin up out of bed. “Mostly.”

“Please don’t cry again,” Jeongin pouted.

Seungmin leaned in to kiss him sweetly. “I won’t so long as you come back to me.”

It was not more than seven minutes later that Jeongin was back in Seungmin’s bed. His head resting on a pillow, turned towards his love with fingers and legs intertwined and noses almost touching. Lights turned out and snuggled under the covers he gave Seungmin a small smile.

“I love you,” the words were still a little timid on his lips, it seemed not all of the fear had fully left him.

Seungmin pressed the tip of his nose against Jeongin’s. There was so much love and reassurance in his tone when he spoke that Jeongin was sure if he was standing up he would have passed out.

“I love you, too. And I’ll love you all night and in the morning tomorrow and the day after that.”

Jeongin giggled, feeling his heart fluttering again. “And what about the day after that?”

“Definitely the day after that too. As long as you love me I’ll love you.”

“Well-” Jeongin’s words caught in this throat, tasting a little too sweet on the back of his tongue.

“Well?” Seungmin gave him an expectant smile.

He supposed Seungmin did have a sweet tooth.

“Well, I-I’ll love you forever.” Jeongin mumbled shyly.

“Then it’s settled.” Seungmin hummed with a kiss to his nose. “We’ll be in love forever.”

“Isn’t it too soon to say so?” Jeongin questioned, still unable to stop from smiling, a completely lovesick fool.

“Who knows,” Seungmin answered simply. “But I know I don’t plan to stop loving you any time soon.”

“Good,” Jeongin smiled, nuzzling his nose against Seungmin’s. “Stay right here with me.”

“Always.” Seungmin reassured with a kiss. “We should sleep.”

“We should.” Jeongin confirmed before snuggling in against Seungmin’s chest.

“Goodnight, Innie.” Seungmin murmured. 

“Goodnight,” Jeongin hummed, slowly drifting off in the comfort of Seungmin’s warmth.

#woohooo #i finally got part 5 done lol #so i can post this #they finally make up! #i.n. imagines #jeongin imagines #yang jeongin imagines #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin imagines

[pixlokita]

Ten asks part … idk I’m losing count of these

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Why DOES EVERYONE DO THIS ? This is like the fourth time 😭😭😭 please- @chickenmilk120

They were so bored 😔 then they signed up for more than what they bargained for TTwTT but ? Maybe seeing Greg survive the horrors will let them move on peacefully later ??? Them just spying on the three star fam and Freddy knowing is kinda hilarious to think about

@krispenelopebacon ayyy I’m responding this even later than when you sent the ask it’s good >> he didn’t really think much about it but it definitely felt weird to be in pain and bleed, he was super uncomfortable and possibly overstimulated from it even after it got treated, all the feelings and senses can be overwhelming when you’re used to being a robot without a nervous system.

@emotionalflamingo Jeremy possessing Glamrock Bonnie would be so perfect :v since fronnie is canon I think ? Anyway >> yeah he is old xD gosh darn, even as a zombie if he had met Gregory in security breach he would be more like grandpa age really

@imanol2409 hola ^^ si, la verdad me cuesta dibujar en este momento pero definitivamente quiero continuar la historia al poder :’> CC tiene muchos nombres y ya me decidí por uno pero me gusta el chiste de que nadie sabe cual es >>

@reallyorginalname1 I’m not even sure myself ? Was he a human ? Is he an experiment? Is he a really smart bear ? We might never know … he also speaks Spanish for the record but all my Gregorys do ^^ just a fun fact

@willthemechanist Aw ;0; yes you may! He will make a mess of it tho he can’t use a spoon :’v poor thing will need a bath afterwards

@justmchell yeah basically 😭 he’s just screaming high pitched and wiggling to escape but eventually gives up and falls asleep lmao

Had to look up what that means :0 maybe to an extent ? His brain does register everything as a game but unlike when he was GGY he knows there’s consequences to killing so he’s still very destructive and will even harm people if he has to but never kills even if it’s a game :> that’s the one rule he won’t break after what he did the last time he was brainwashed

@avtfol BAJDBJD axolotl are so silly no braincells xD def fits 👌yeah he could have a British accent honestly everyone did keep telling him he was speaking weird because at first I wanted it to be like he just dropped the accent and was talking like Freddy does, but some dubs just kept it and it still sounds funny and nice ? Like a mix of both ;w; it’s up for interpretation ^^ love learning about how other people picture things 💖

#pix answers #fnaf #ask cluster #technically counts as 11 #Yipee #aight that’s all for tonight #💖✨

[wooahaes]

ghost stories

pairing: non-idol!96z & gn!reader

prompt: trees

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: vague ghost stories that i leave out because i’m not smart enough to write something spooky. talks of reader throwing hands w soonyoung. no proofreading. this one’s probably less good because i’m writing it with a mushy brain from schoolwork </3

daisy’s notes: this one doesn’t adhere closely to the prompt. i literally just went ‘what if camping’ and shrugged. sorry!! :(

Never before in your life had trees been so goddamn terrifying and it was all Soonyoung’s fault. “Go camping with us,” he had said. “It’ll be fun,” he had said. “Let’s go before it gets too cold out!” Soonyoung had begged, already saying he’d get on his knees right then and there and use puppy dog eyes to get you to say yes. Jihoon had already said yes, and so did Wonwoo--and you knew that neither of them were as big on camping as some of his other friends. Jun would be there, too, but you could have expected that.

So you said yes, and thus sealed your fate of listening to Soonyoung tell a scary story he either pulled off of the internet or made up on the spot. Some stupid bullshit about a scary witch that roamed the woods looking for her lost children--you hadn’t been paying close enough attention. All you knew was that you felt an odd chill, and that Jun was holding onto your arm to keep you calm. Was something watching you? Or were you imagining it?

A branch snapped behind you, and both you and Jun cling to each other immediately with a gasp. It set Soonyoung off with a cackle, Jihoon rolling his eyes with a suppressed smile while Wonwoo was looking back.

“It isn’t funny!” You whined at Soonyoung. “Your story was stupid!”

“But it still got you!”

Jun’s grip loosened around your arm as he frowned. “Anything is scary at this time of night.”

Wonwoo rose up from his spot on the ground, heading toward where the sound had came from. The bushes rustled a moment long, and then he watched something dart away before turning back to you. “It was just a rabbit.”

Of course it was. You knew that. Soonyoung’s story was just... getting under your skin. If it wasn’t a rabbit, it would have been a squirrel or something.

Jihoon looked over at you. “Are you really scared?”

“No.” Yes. Maybe a little bit. Something about this time of year made things scarier. The five of you hadn’t gone too far into the woods to camp for the night, sure, and you were pretty sure you could trip up Soonyoung if something showed up (that was what he got for coming up with a dumb story like that) and make it to the car if you sprinted. You pouted, hugging your arms tight to yourself. “Shut up.”

Jun giggled from beside you, already pulling you back into his arms. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll protect you.”

“From what? A bear?” Wonwoo looked up. “There’s no bears here. I checked.”

Jihoon looked up. “From Soonyoung,” he shrugged. “He’s the only tiger we have to worry about.”

Soonyoung shined his light over toward you, grinning. “I won’t attack. I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning into Jun’s warm embrace. “I think I could fight off Soonyoung.”

Wonwoo looked up from his phone, apparently checking his messages while he had the chance--he’d put it away soon enough, wanting to dedicate time to spending time with the rest of you, but you knew he was likely responding to something from his family. “No, you couldn’t.”

He was probably right, since all of you knew how often both Soonyoung and Jihoon worked out together. Your pride, however, disagreed. “I could!” You pouted. “Cheol loves me. If I told him Soonyoung beat me up, then he’d fight Soonyoung. Easy win.”

“Then that’s Cheol fighting and winning,” Jihoon said. “Not you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Details. When was the last time you heard of royalty fighting their own war?

“Cheol loves me more anyway,” Soonyoung said, getting up. “I’ll prove it tomorrow.”

(Seungcheol would roll his eyes when the two of you called on the ride back, and name Jihoon his favorite just to dodge the question. You and Soonyoung both called him a coward.)

general taglist: @wonuziex​ @twancingyunhao​

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #seventeen fluff #jun fluff #junhui fluff #soonyoung fluff #hoshi fluff #jihoon fluff #woozi fluff #wonwoo fluff #junhui x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader

[violetjedisylveon]

Incorrect Kaesoka quotes cause they're funny

Kaeden, at Ahsoka's Funeral: I need a moment with her. Other rebels: of course.*they leave* Kaeden, leaning over Ahsoka's coffin: okay, listen here you little shit, I know you're not dead Ahsoka: yeah, no shit.

. . .

*Ahsoka falls over* Kaeden: Ahsoka! Are you alright? Ahsoka: Is that you, God? Kaeden: What? Ahsoka: It's just, you sound a lot more like Kaeden than I expected.

. . .

Ahsoka: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Kaeden periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Ahsoka: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Ahsoka: Do you want to know your gay name? Kaeden: My... my gay name? Ahsoka: Yeah, it's your first name- Kaeden: Haha. Very funny Ahsoka- Ahsoka: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. Kaeden: Oh- oh my god.

. . .

Ahsoka: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet? Kaeden: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Ahsoka: No, like, U R A Q T. Kaeden: Awwww!

. . .

Kaeden: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Ahsoka: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Kaeden: ... Kaeden: You mean ring bearER, right? Ahsoka: ... Kaeden: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding. (Not part of quote: Ahsoka gave an Akul buddy the ring bearer duty I decided)

. . .

Kaeden: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Ahsoka: Wow. They sound stupid.Kaeden: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Ahsoka: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Kaeden: I guess you’re right. Hey Ahsoka, I love you. Ahsoka: See! Just say that! Kaeden: Holy fucking shit. Ahsoka: If that flies over their head then, sorry Kaeden, but they're too dumb for you. Kaeden: Ahsoka.

. . .

Kaeden: Hey, Ahsoka, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Ahsoka: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Kaeden: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Ahsoka: Can't really say I have. Kaeden: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Ahsoka: Sorry, Kaeden. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

. . .

Ahsoka: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at Storm troopers" and I think that's very sexy of us. Kaeden: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

. . .

Kaeden: We’re getting married, bitches! Ahsoka: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem. (Not part of quote: i wrote a short fic that was basically this quote last year, hehe, it's funny)

. . .

Kaeden: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Ahsoka: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Kaeden: That one. I want that one.

. . .

*about the darth Vader Anakin connection* Ahsoka: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Kaeden: Aren't you forgetting something? Ahsoka: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Kaeden's forehead before running out.* Kaeden: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

. . .

Miara: I know you love them. Kaeden: I am not in love with Ahsoka! Miara, staring at Kaeden: I never said who... Kaeden: *realizes* Kaeden: Shit. Well, anyways-

. . .

Kaeden, holding a rock: Ahsoka just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Miara: If you don't marry her, I will.

. . .

Miara: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single? Ahsoka: Do not do that. Miara: You won’t even notice! Kaeden, entering: Mira, you wanted to see me again? Miara: Ahsoka's single Ahsoka:

. . .

Miara: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Kaeden: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Ahsoka walks in* Kaeden: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

. . .

Kaeden: Hi. Miara: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell her? Kaeden: I did. Miara: And what did she say? Kaeden: “Thank you.” Miara: You’re totally welcome. What’d she say? Kaeden: she said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Ahsoka said, “Thank you.”

. . .

Ahsoka: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Kaeden: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Ahsoka: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Miara, on a walkie talkie: This is Miara, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

. . .

Ahsoka: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Miara: Did Kaeden say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Ahsoka: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

This was fun! I'm doing more tomorrow, nobody can stop me!

#Ahsoka Tano #Kaeden Larte #Ahsoka Tano x Kaeden Larte #Kaesoka #Star Wars #Star wars ship #incorrect quotes #star wars incorrect quotes #Funny #for shits and giggles #Shiggles #Incorrect quotes are fun #Kaesoka week #Day ? #Day 4 #Day 5 #I think #VJS B.S.:P #VJS #Miara Larte

[hornedadvance]

Horned Advance

Chapter 7 - Oasis

They’d finally made it; the oasis town, Muvazani. Relief washed over Palo, knowing that she wouldn’t die out in the expanse of the desert, at least not today. With the relief though, came the exhaustion that her adrenaline had been putting off. With a parched throat, hazy vision and shaky legs, Palo’s knees gave out mere steps from the front gate of Muvazani.

Palo gasped for air, her head pounding as she realised she’d passed out. She glanced around, taking a moment to get her bearings, only to find that she’d somehow made her way back to the forest that she’d spent so many years of her life in. She knew exactly where she was, she’d seen the set of trees around her a thousand times over… This was where she met Quinn. A mischievous little brat with a heart of gold, heading into the forbidden forest all on her own purely out of curiosity. Palo cut her reminiscing off quickly though, trying to grasp her situation. 

The girl looked down at her hands, to realise she wasn’t wearing the new leather garments she’d commissioned just days ago… And that her hands were much smaller than they were last time she checked. The girl felt confused for a moment, until a familiar voice called for her just across from her beneath the canopies. “Palo! Come on now… We have leftovers at my house. If you don’t hurry they’ll go cold!” Called a small Quinn. “Awright, I’m coming, Quinn!” Responded Palo before she could even think. She made her way over to Quinn, careful not to disturb the complex fauna of the forest as she did, taking the girl’s hand as they started to walk.

“... -y… -ey……. hey……. HEY!” A sharp sound rang through Palo’s head as she opened her eyes to a blinding incandescent light overhead. “Hey… You back with us?” Said an unfamiliar face. A man with black messy hair, a gangly fellow in a long white coat. “We found you outsid’a town, face in the sand. Her too.” The man said, pointing his thumb back as Palo followed his gesture to see Quinn laying in another bed just across from them. “Good thing, too. The town guards would’a had your head if they saw you lookin’ like that.” The man continued nonchalantly, nodding towards Palo’s head. The girl finally got her wits about her again, jumping up from the bed she’d been laid out on until now. “W-Who are you?! Where are we!?” The girl shouted, flung into a panic, backing up to the wall. “Calm it, missy. Lady over there isn’t in as good’a shape as you. All kinds of fucked up, she is. How does someone even get burns that bad…” The man trailed off, seeming to talk to himself more than to Palo.

 “Regardless, we don’t need the noise in here. That an’ well, if we wanted to do anything to you, it’d have been done by now.” The man prattled on. “ ‘Spose you’re right…” Palo admitted, lowering her guard a little. “The name’s Brooke.” The man said, standing up to reveal his hulking stature. He towered over Palo, to the point that she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, yet the man didn’t seem threatening at all. He was thin and long, spindly even as if he were some sort of human insect. “I’m what some might call a shady doctor y’see. We don’t get an awful lot of business here, so I thought you two might appreciate being emergency clients, if ya catch my drift…” He spoke as if he was just offering, but Palo could tell from his tone that he had already had his way with their knapsack of shards. “I won’t sell ya’ out to the big wigs in town, just cause I’m a good doctor of sorts. Patient confidentiality an’ allat.” He continued, waving his hand around as he did. “A devil child here in Muvazani though… Who’da thought.” He said casually, Palo staring daggers at him as he called her such a thing. “What do you want from me, then?” Asked Palo bluntly. “Nothin’ at all! I’m just happy to help people.” The man said, clearly lying through his teeth. “Your friend… She’s in bad condition, y’know. If the two’ve ya’d been out there a half hour longer, give or take, she’d have passed onto the next life.” Palo tried to hide the guilt that hearing it made her feel but her sombre expression betrayed her intentions. “I-”

“ ‘We’ll look after her… For now.” The man interrupted, sparing her an explanation. “I would wager the two of ya don’t have a second choice here… So it’s my duty as a doctor to nurse her back to health. She’ll be good to go in a couple days, just hold out here until then.” Palo wanted to refuse the shady man, but they both knew that there was no alternative; the girl gritting her teeth and conceding. “Okay… But if I find one hair on her head missing by the time we leave… You’ll rue the day.” She spoke back to the man. “Sheesh, scary little lady, you are. A deal it is, then.” Said the man, offering his hand out for a shake. Palo simply looked at him until he got the message, lowering his hand after being hung out to dry.

“Where’s my stuff?” The girl asked, looking more closely at her environment; a dingy sandstone room with medical supplies of all kinds and unusual herbs strung around between coarse hay beds.  “I’ll have my lovely assistant bring it over.” The man responded. “Millie! Bring her stuff out.” He shouted, with a squeak of acknowledgement coming from the other room. Soon after, a tiny woman, at least 5 inches shorter than Palo hobbled into the room, carrying Palo’s big bag of shards and the other stuff Palo had been hauling about thus far. “Here ya’ go, little lady.” She said in a shrill voice, audibly grunting as she passed Palo the relatively light set of objects. “Uhh… Thanks.” Palo responded, a rare expression of gratitude from a confused girl. She peeked into her money sack to see half of the shards gone, giving Brooke an immediate look of pure malice before realising that she was in no place to negotiate. The slimy man gave her a smug grin, before showing her to the door, ushering her out as she pulled her hood up. She could never feel good about leaving Quinn with someone she’d never met before but the man was right; he’d had every opportunity to sell them out or kill them if that was his intent, and Quinn did need medical attention, Palo knew this with what little experience she had with treatments. At least this meant that Quinn wouldn’t slow Palo down as she browsed Muvazani’s wares, though. 

For the first order, Palo went and found herself an Inn to stay at on the border of town, just in case she needed to make a quick escape. It cost her about a third of her remaining shards for a two night stay, and she hoped that Brooke would be done fixing up Quinn by then. After that though, the girl hit the streets of Muvazani, intending to see what made this town ‘such a majesty’ as she’d always heard. As she escaped the backstreets into the centre of town, the washed out sandstone structures transformed into beautiful bespoke stores adorned in red velvet banners and golden ornaments, polished to a dazzling gleam. She spied the oasis the town was built upon, a beautiful lake surrounded by natural palm trees, lined by small stalls selling the most novel and useless of goods. Plenty of well dressed people strolled the streets of Muvazani as sunset approached, nobility from all over and rich traders around to see the latest wares the town had to offer.

The girl pulled her hood tighter over her head, and gripped her bags a little tighter before heading up to a stall displaying a bunch of technological thingamabobs she’d never seen before. “You have anything that helps with… Hearing?...” She asked nervously. “Hearing?... No? Don’t think I do, missy.” Said a visibly confused merchant standing across from her. “You’ve got ear problems, I take it? My wife dabbles in oils good for cleaning…” He continued, rubbing his hands together. “I… think I’m alright actually.” Said Palo, before moving on from the stall. She visited several more stalls with various gizmos laid about, all to about the same response. She passed a fruit stand at one point, selling all sorts of exotic, juicy looking produce, tempting Palo on a deep soul level as she realised she’d only been eating dried, salty preserved food for the past week. She salivated over the idea of a juicy fruit, but she knew she didn’t have the money to spend on extravagant treats when Quinn needed her.

She continued to browse until it was dark, the soft orange lamps hung from each building and stall lighting the city centre up warmly. As Palo grew frustrated, tired and hopeless she passed a stand with a pretty, ornamental looking brown-green hunting bow presented alone on the counter. It was etched with an intricate floral pattern, evoking a strong image of the forest Palo had just recently left. The girl felt compelled to buy it, cracking open her bag of money with the reasoning that it’d be good for hunting for the rest of the trip. “This one’s my masterpiece, my passion project even. Issue with it is, the rich don’t care for a hunting bow and the poor don’t care for novelty. Just a stealing risk for them, can’t blame em.” The craftslady said as she handed the bow over to Palo, the leather quiver included. “Take good care of it for me.” She said, with the sadness of separation in her voice. Palo said she would and left the stall, bumping into a small passer-by carrying a huge backpack as she did. “Ahh, sorry!” The person said as they rushed by, waving apologetically. Palo thought nothing of it and kept walking. It was a busy city after all, surely things like this were commonplace in such bustling streets. The girl was right, too, things like this were commonplace, though Palo felt a surge of rage when she noticed her bag of money she’d clutched so closely was entirely absent from her waistband. 

She’d been robbed.

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Calling/answering

Kitamoto went missing on a quiet day in autumn.

Ao3

Kitamoto went missing on a quiet day in autumn.

He’d been side-by-side with Nishimura, walking home the same way they always had, and then just…gone.

Nishimura had called out to him, half-expecting a weirdly timed joke, but there was no response. His phone went to the answering machine.

…alright, there was a good explanation for this. Nishimura just…couldn’t think of it at the moment. He’d look for a little longer, and then go home, and then in the morning he’d meet Kitamoto on the way to school, or at school, and he’d explain and apologise and Nishimura would whine, but forgive him, and then maybe in the afternoon-

Kitamoto wasn’t at school. 

He hadn’t said anything to Sasada, or Tanuma, or Taki, or anyone in his class. 

Natsume, when he showed up just in time for morning break, said that they’d run into each other in the woods after school, and talked a little before Kitamoto excused himself.

“What did you talk about?” Nishimura pressed. “Did he say he was going anywhere?”

“He…may have?” Natsume hazarded, wincing at the watery sunlight as they left the building. “Uh, I wasn’t feeling great, so I…sorry, I can’t remember much of what he said to me. Sorry.” 

“No, no, it’s not your fault.” Nishimura assured. “Though you still don’t look great, are you sure you don’t need to go home?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Natsume said, smiling distantly. “I’ll tell you if I remember what he said.”

“Thanks. And let’s eat inside today, it’s cold.”

~oOo~

After school, Nishimura cornered Mana, Kitamoto’s younger sister, outside one of the new doughnut shops in town.

“Where’s your brother?”

“Why should I know where he is?” She asked, clutching a paper bag bearing the logo of the doughnut shop. “I’m not his GPS! Don’t you have a phone?”

“He won’t pick up my calls.”

“Why would you have to call him? Wasn’t he with you?”

“...what do you mean?”

“He went to yours last night, didn’t he? Dunno where else he’d go.”

They stared at each other for a few moments longer.

“...he didn’t come home?” Nishimura asked.

“No.” Mana repeated. “Are you trying to pull a trick? This isn’t funny.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this!”

“Alright, alright! I’m going home now, I’ll see if he’s there.”

~oOo~

He wasn’t.

~oOo~

After a tense dinner that night, Nishimura sat upstairs and stared blankly at his homework.

12) Given that the network shown on the right shows the flow along each arc that would achieve the maximum flow from the source at A to the sink at G, determine the values of v, w, x, y, and z.

This was stupid. This was stupid. This question, and the fact that he was just sitting there staring at it like an idiot, while Kitamoto was probably lost in the woods somewhere-

His phone rang.

Nishimura stared at it for a second, then leaned across the table to read the caller ID. Maybe Natsume had remembered somethi-

Kitamoto ATSUSHI

“Where are you?!” Nishimura demanded almost before the call had connected. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! Why did you run off like that!”

Silence.

“Hello? Can you hear me? Kitamoto? Hello?!”

Silence.

“Hold on, I can’t hear you, let me turn up the volume. Try now.”

No response, but this time he could make out…the sound of leaves? Or dry grass?

“Hello? Hello?”

The call ended.

Frantic, he pulled the phone away from his ear and dialled back.

“The number you are trying to reach is not available.”

~oOo~

The police came by a day later, asking him a few questions about where he’d last seen Kitamoto, at what time, had he been behaving abnormally in any way, had he made any contact since.

“I got a call from his number last night, but I couldn’t make out anything.” Nishimura said, opening his phone to show his call history.

Nothing was there.

“I…don’t understand.”

“It’s alright, kid.” One of the officers said sympathetically. “Give us a call if you remember anything else, or if he contacts you.”

“...will do.”

~oOo~

Kitamoto ATSUSHI

Slower this time, Nishimura reached for the phone.

Silence. 

He said nothing, and neither did whoever was on the other end, and then the line went dead.

No one could see him cry in the dark.

~oOo~

The school held an assembly. A short little thing, the principal urging students to report any suspicious behaviour, and come forward with any information they might have.

Afterwards, a few local police with similar messages made rounds of the classrooms. As the last people to see Kitamoto before his…disappearance, Nishimura and Natsume were asked to come back to the station after school, mostly to straighten out any unclear details in their original statements.

“We have several witness statements confirming that you, Nishimura-kun, left school with the v - missing party. However, you - Natsume, was it? - you were seen leaving the school some time before, with two other students. What led you to be in the forest?”

“I was chasing my cat.” Natsume replied, looking a little embarrassed. “He saw something and took off.”

The officer made a few notes.

“And you, Nishimura-kun, claim to have received a phone call from the missing party, but were unable to produce evidence?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else to add to that?”

“My phone went off again last night, saying it was a call from him, but it’s not in my call logs.”

“I see. Did he say anything?”

“No, the other end was silent.”

“Were there any other noises audible?”

“Maybe wind in dry grass? I couldn’t really tell.”

“I see. Thank you for your time, boys. We’ll be in contact if you’re needed again.”

Outside, the threat of rain hung on the horizon. Neither of them spoke.

“Has anything…weird happened around your house?” Natsume asked, stopping at the crossroads.

“What do you mean?”

“Doors and windows opening, things breaking, that kind of stuff.”

“No. Why?”

“No reason.”

~oOo~

Nishimura got to school early the next day. He’d been falling behind on his schoolwork, and his mother was starting to get on his case about it, which was stupid, and completely unfair. Her best friend wasn’t missing in the woods somewhere.

People were already talking about it, about the missing student, never calling him - never calling Kitamoto by name. They talked about it like it had happened to a stranger, not like it had happened to Nishimura’s best friend, their schoolmate. They talked about it like-

“Stand!” The class representative called, and he pushed the snowballing thoughts to the back of his mind.

~oOo~

“Your assigned groups are posted at the front of the classroom!” The literature teacher called. “If you’re unhappy with your group, you have until the end of the week to negotiate a change. You will have class time to complete the report, but the majority of research will have to be done in your own time. I encourage you to pay attention to the allocation of marks. Group five, stay behind for a moment. The rest of you; dismissed!”

Group 5: Natsume Takashi, Nishimura Satoru.

“Now, you two.” The teacher said, sliding the door shut. “I expect you to do your best on this. But, given the circumstances, if need be, I can adjust the weighting of some of your past assessments.”

“Thank you, teacher.” Natsume said. The phrase sounded practised. Nishimura echoed it.

The teacher watched them both for a moment, something unreadable in her expression, before she sighed and dismissed them to join the mass exodus of students trying to get home before the oncoming rain hit.

“...would you like to start working on the assignment today?” Natsume offered.

“At your house?”

“At the Fujiwara’s, yes.”

Part of him wanted to grab Natsume by the shoulders and shake him, demand of him why he was talking about something so normal as coming over to work on an assignment when Kitamoto should’ve been there with them, talking Nishimura out of buying junk food to eat instead of studying, when no one knew where Kitamoto even was, or if he’d come back at all-

“Yeah, sounds good.” He said, before he could think himself out of it.

~oOo~

“Prepare a report containing the following.” Natsume read, “A brief overview of your poet’s life, an analysis of your poet’s style, and their influence on following poets. A comparison of a minimum of two of the poet’s works. A poem of your own in the poet’s style, with annotations detailing how it demonstrates the poet’s style.”

They sat on the floor of Natsume’s room, that morbidly obese cat of his snoring away in one corner, and stared blankly at the assessment outline. Nishimura had moved to begin complaining to Kitamoto before he’d realised what he was doing, and was now in a bad mood that he was not going to take out on Natsume.

“...wasn’t he friends with that weirdo?”

“I heard that he sees things. He’s probably nuts.

“Think he did it?”

Nishimura flipped the assessment outline with more aggression than strictly necessary, squinting at the allocation of marks.

“Huh, the write-your-own-poem’s pretty heavily weighted. I hope you’re better at poetry than I am.”

Natsume shrugged.

“Who should we pick?” He asked, squinting at the list of poets.

“Matsuo Bashou should be pretty easy.” Nishimura said.

“He did a poetry travelogue, didn’t he?”

“Think so.”

They sat in silence for a moment,

“How about Kaga no Chiyo?” 

They didn’t make a decision before Fujiwara-san called them both down for dinner, and politely bullied Nishimura into spending the night, since they couldn’t possibly let him walk home this late.

They set up in the spare room across from Natsume’s, with an asanoha blanket and mismatched pillow, and a spare set of pyjamas.

“Your phone’s ringing!” Natsume called, putting an end to Nishimura’s hunt for said phone.

Oh.

It was about that time of night, wasn’t it?

“Can you answer it?” Nishimura asked, voice sounding a little distant.

A thump, a soft beep, a few seconds of silence.

“Kitamoto?” Natsume shrieked. “Where are you?! I saw you run past - how did you get there?!”

Something in Nishimura’s chest did its best impression of a backflip. He burst across the landing, and into Natsume’s room, still halfway through doing up the buttons on his borrowed pyjamas.

Some very intense gestures were made, and the phone somehow ended up in Nishimura’s hands.

“Kitamoto? Kitamoto?”

Nothing.

“Ask him which creek he means.” Natsume said.

…

“What?”

“He said he’s near a creek. Can you ask him which?”

They stared at each other for a moment, a look of dawning horror beginning to emerge on Natsume’s face.

“You can hear him?!”

“Oh, I, I must’ve got it at the right angle, or something.” Natsume said, looking away quickly. “Sorry.”

The line had gone dead.

Nishimura didn’t take his eyes off Natsume, who was very determinedly staring out of the window.

“What did he say?”

“Does it matter?”

“Natsume, please.”

“You heard the line. There was nothing there. I must’ve been hearing things.”

“Whole sentences?”

“...maybe.”

“Natsume, I didn’t take you as someone who’d lie about something so important.”

That got him to hesitate for a moment.

In the corner, that ugly fat cat was watching Nishimura like it was deciding whether he’d taste better stir-fried or slow cooked. It was rather disconcerting. That cat was weird. It was a bit of a joke between him and Ki -

Between him and Kitamoto, that the thing wasn’t actually a cat, just some poorly disguised demon that was going to snap and eat them all on the day that Nishimura finally made one too many bad jokes, or it was denied too many treats.

“...do you know a Fukai-Ura shrine?”

Nishimura blinked.

“I don’t think so.” He replied. “Is that…what you heard?”

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. The silence thickened for nearly a whole minute.

“Yes.” Natsume finally said.

“Right. Right. Fukai-Ura. Deep-hidden. So, it’s probably in the forest somewhere?”

“Or underwater.” The cat chimed in.

The cat chimed in.

The cat.

Nishimura’s head whipped around so fast that it probably caused cervical damage.

“Did that cat just-”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Natsume said, lying so blatantly that it was almost impressive. “Whoah, it’s much later than I thought! We should go to bed!”

“Is that why you call that cat-”

“LET’S GO TO BED!”

The bedroom door opened, and Fujiwara-san poked her head in.

“Boys? Everything alright?”

“Completely!” Natsume said, smiling a little maniacally. “Disagreement over poetry! We’re going to bed, now!”

“...alright.”

They stood in silence, listening to the receding footsteps.

“Location or not,” that goddamn CAT said, ignoring the homicidal look that Natsume shot at it, “I’m not chasing after two photopic brats. You’re barely any use at the best of times.”

“Natsume.” Nishimura was feeling justifiably hysterical. “Natsume. Is your cat telling me to go to bed on time?”

“Yes, I am.” The cat said.

Nishimura did not go to sleep. He stared at that damn, damn cat for a long moment, until something in his brain finally gave out, and he promptly fainted.

~oOo~

Following Natsume Takashi into the forest in the middle of the night hadn’t been anywhere on his itinerary for that night.

But here he was, stumbling around in the dark with only his phone torch, trying to strike the balance between being sneaky and staying in line of sight with his friend in the creepy forest.

Nishimura had woken up from his dead faint just in time to catch Natsume climbing out his bedroom window and jumping off the roof. And, because he was an idiot, he decided to follow.

Well, he was an idiot, and he really, really wanted his longest friend back.

…it sounded like Natsume was talking to someone. Several someones. It didn’t look like there was anyone there. Natsume hadn’t been holding a lantern when he leapt off the roof like an absolute nutcase, but he was holding one now, and the flame encased within didn’t look quite right.

Compartmentalise, Satoru. Think about it when you’re not in imminent danger of eating dirt.

“Is this it?”

Nishimura slammed to a halt like he’d run into a tree. Which he had. Sort of. More of a shoulder-check.

Barely visible in between the trees was a tiny, overgrown shrine. Natsume lifted his weird lantern, and Nishimura could just about make out the kanji carved into a slab of stone resting just to the left of the shrine.

Fukai-Ura.

“Alright.” Natsume said, setting down his lantern and pointing at thin air. “You, you two are not coming near this. I mean it.”

And then Nishimura sat in the dark in the creepy forest in the middle of the night, and watched Natsume clean that shrine like it was a competition. If there were sweeping championships, he’d have set a world record. Where had the cleaning supplies come from?

If you looked closely, there were a few piles of leaves apparently being swept away by thin air. There wasn’t any wind tonight.

Nishimura decided not to look closely.

But, because he was an idiot, about 3 minutes passed before he got antsy, walked out of the forest, and asked Natsume to pass him a broom.

Natsume stared at him in a mixture of horror and confusion for a moment, glanced in three different directions, made a threatening gesture in the fourth, and handed him a spontaneously materialised broom.

“Thanks.” Nishimura said, eyeing the broom in suspicion.

The two of them (and the several invisible presences that Nishimura was trying very hard not to think about) made quick work of the shrine. He’d never quite understood the pride people felt about a space well-cleaned, but now he was starting to-

“Get down!”

Something slammed into him, and a second later, Nishimura was eating dirt. A harsh gust of wind ripped past, sending powerful vibrations through the ground.

“She’s gone.” Natsume mumbled, peeling himself off the ground.

“She?”

“She.” That damn cat said.

Nishimura made a sound like a dying mouse, rolling onto his side.

“Hey, Natsume,” He wheezed, trying to get some air back into his lungs, “have you ever considered a career in rugby?”

He didn’t hear Natsume’s reply, but that damn cat laughed, and he had to count something as a victory tonight.

Struggling back to his feet, he found Natsume standing in front of the shrine’s open doors, surveying something inside.

…an old-style portrait of Kitamoto. Right. The world just did an interesting backflip.

“That’s.” He managed. “That’s weird.”

“Yeah.” Natsume agreed half-heartedly, tilting his head. He nodded a few times, before reaching into the shrine and gently lifting the painting free.

“Hey, what’re you doing with that?”

“Shut up, brat.” That damn cat hissed.

Nishimura shut up. He looked on politely as Natsume debated with thin air, was handed a calligraphy brush by thin air, and then bit his thumb hard enough to draw blood.

Said blood was used to paint a complicated-looking sigil on the back of the painting, which disappeared in a flash of light.

“How about no.” Nishimura said, and - for the second time that night - fainted.

~oOo~

Watery sunlight cut through the thin curtains of the Fujiwara’s spare room, beaming directly into Nishimura’s eyes.

“Oh, it’s alive.” That damn cat said.

His pillow was launched with pinpoint accuracy before his mind caught up with his actions, courtesy of being a younger brother.

“You can talk!” He yelled. “You little-”

“Nishimura!”

And there was Natsume, a bandaid wrapped around one thumb. Nishimura stared at the bandaid. He stared at the cat. He stared at the scratches on the backs of his hands, a side effect of pushing through the creepy forest in the middle of the night.

“Why does everything smell like wet dog and wet cat at the same time?” He asked, instead of hysterically demanding to know what had been in that wonderful, wonderful tempura he’d eaten for dinner last night.

“...you should get dressed. There’s breakfast downstairs, if you want it.”

“Natsume. Did I or did I not hallucinate you drawing a…whatever that was, in your own blood?”

“Yes.” Natsume said, wholly unconvincingly, apparently unaware that his bandaided hand was resting on the doorframe in plain view.

Nishimura threw up his hands.

“Whatever! Whatever. As long as your cat doesn’t eat me, it’s fine.”

Natsume looked at his cat.

“Nyanko-sensei wouldn’t eat you.”

“I would.” The cat said. “Need to slow-cook him, though. Students these days are all stringy.”

“Nyanko-sensei will not be eating you.”

Downstairs, the landline rang. Natsume left the room, repeating that breakfast was downstairs, that cat trailing after him. 

Nishimura sat there for a moment, trying to realign several of his worldviews in accordance to all the…weirdness he’d seen last night. It wasn’t working. Maybe it’d work better after he’d eaten.

Footsteps thumped up the stairs, the door to Natsume’s room sliding open.

“Takashi!” Fujiwara-san called, “It’s - oh, isn’t your friend still here? Where is he?”

He had two seconds to check that all evidence of his late-night forest escapade was covered by the blankets before his own door opened.

“Are you awake?” She called.

“Yes.” He replied. “Thanks for letting me stay the night, Fujiwara-san.”

“Oh, you were no trouble!” She said, before seeming to abruptly remember what she’d come upstairs to tell them. “You two - they found your missing friend!”

~oOo~

They weren’t allowed into the hospital room until the nurses and doctors were done doing whatever they did, and even then they had to get approval from the police officers still hanging around, and from Kitamoto’s father, but finally-

“Hey, guys.” Kitamoto said, sitting propped up in a hospital bed.

Nishimura burst into tears.

~oOo~

Everything wrapped up…surprisingly quickly. Just like that, it was back to normal. It didn’t even make the local paper.

Kitamoto walked beside him on the way to and from school, talked him out of buying junk food, and laughed at him when he complained.

That stupid poetry assignment was still due, but now at least they had three group members.

“It was strange.” Kitamoto told the both of them, back at school a few days later, the psychopath. “I was in the forest, and so were you, and I kept calling you, but you didn’t hear me. Then I was at that shrine, but every time I tried to call you, you still couldn’t hear me.”

“Sounds weird.” Nishimura agreed. “But all weirdness aside, you’re back now.”

“Yeah. I’m back now.”

Kitamoto took a bite out of his onigiri, and seemed to remember something.

“Oh, and I hallucinated Natsume’s fat cat yelling at me. Isn’t that weird?”

#natsume week #natsume yuujinchou #夏目友人帳 #my work

[golbrocklovely]

since i was asked so nicely by a lovely anon...

here’s the first half of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

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Jan. 1 - being stuck in an elevator with 15 of your friends is the best way to start 2020

i kissed my hand this new years

ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

Jan. 2 - thank you all i love you all

Jan. 7 - weird to think that about a year ago i was sitting in a cell in FL.. time flies

Jan. 11 - lmao i love you guys you get me

Jan. 13 - only fools rush in

Jan. 15 - you took the sun with you when you left -RK

the back of my mind has a constant itch for you

Jan. 16 - happy jail anniversary @/SamGolbach thanks for bailing me out

Jan. 19 - i promise you i’ll never act my age

Jan. 20 - real talk. should sam and i go on tour 2020?

(this makes really sad…)

Jan. 23 - there was an old man who kept coming to the 13th floor around 3am where our room was last night. i don’t like miami anymore i’m headed to orlando

Jan. 31 - looking for that deep connection with someone i'm tired of the superficial shit

Feb. 2 - IM DRUNK AT 3PM LETS GOOO CHIEFSSS

Feb. 4 - my couch is like a bed i could stay here forever

@/BigNik: Nobody cares about my well being but that’s ok

Feb. 5 - you should rap about this real shit bro that would change a lot. turn this emotion into art. i hope you know even if i’m busy i’m always still down to talk as well brother

(i don't like big nik, but this was such a sweet interaction &lt;3)

out of curiosity , would YOU ever spend the night in Queen Marys room B340 if you could ..?

Feb. 6 - imagine if we could all go explore some crazy haunted place one day … together. 🤔 i wonder if that’s even possible

if anyone is taking high school Chemistry right now , i’m so sorry

Feb. 7 - sometimes i can’t take a joke and it’s so annoying

Feb. 8 - i really don’t like myself when i party too hard but i got the best friends in the whole world

@/badboywolfy: This is Saturday afternoon regret hours

you feel me

Feb. 10 - valentine’s day is coming up soon i think i’m gunna throw up

Feb. 12 - sometimes my mind can turn into my worst enemy

Feb. 13 - cant stop thinking about living in another big house with all my boys.. life is about to be insane

keep on fighting and i will too

Feb. 14 - to whoever left a basket of chocolates and teddy bears at my door .. i <3 u

Feb. 15 - I MISS DUBAI

Feb. 16 - shadow man is watching

Feb. 17 - my pupils make me look like i’m rolling balls CONSTANTLY

Feb. 18 - still trying to process the psychic saying i was an old soul estimated to have lived a past 21 lives .. shit messes with your head

Feb. 20 - meeting you guys never gets old

Feb. 24 - missing the nights alone on my balcony

Feb. 25 - express your creativity

(i always wonder why he tweets shit like this out of no where lol)

Feb. 27 - blue haired Colbys makin a comeback

Feb. 29 - i'm always feeling like i'm in a dream

March 3 - need to watch the sunset more

March 5 - i don’t wanna tell my story i’d rather hear yours

March 8 - if this is all we know then we might as well run with it

March 9 - who’s down to have some deep conversations i’m tired of small talk

March 11 - just had my first sleep paralysis dream .. never experienced something so terrifying

praying for the world right now

(and here we go into the pandemic stuff……… great)

March 12 - you can have the prettiest face but i still won’t f w you if the personality isn’t there

March 13 - knowing that we all know nothing

March 15 - i haven’t stocked up on food or hygiene essentials does that mean i’m going to die ? am i making the wrong move here ?

March 16 - if postmates stops delivering i’m actually fucked

random fan: Just sit on your balcony, the stars will feed you

the balcony is the answer to all my internal worries/suffering

March 17 - day 3 of no food in the quarantine, not sure how much longer i can go with just a few almonds to spare. everything is spinning slowly.. i’ve been seeing silhouettes in my room dancing gracefully on the walls, i think my mind is leaving me. would you guys be mad if i ate Sam?

March 18 - time moves on, memories never fade

March 20 - the worst thing is never the last thing

March 22 - i think the only person i can really make crack up is myself

March 24 - it’s times like this i wish i had a little dog by my side who i could call my bestest friend..

@/amberscholl: here u go (pic of george)

can i borrow him? just for a week..? .. or maybe two?

@/amberscholl: (gif saying 'you want it? come and get it')

see you tonight

March 26 - guys i’m trying to learn how to dance but it’s gunna take some time i’m too awkward

March 29 - my last night on the balcony

March 30 - where the emo girls at

(i remember this tweet causing so much chaos in the fandom. everyone claiming they were emo… absolute madness lol)

March 31 - what can i say? me and the boys got gluteus to the MAXimus

(i take it back. THAT PHOTO OF THE BOYS NAKED AND THEIR BARE ASSES?!?!?! died right then and there.)

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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Chapter Eleven - The Ex-Assassin

Summary: Returning to Hawkins for spring break, Aria is finally glad to be back at home to see her mom and friends. However, she soon finds out that the danger they’ve all faced before, is back yet again. This time, she may or may not fall at the center of it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

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“None of that was made up.” Aria breathed out, her eyes set on her fiddling fingers. She was now sitting on the couch with everyone huddled in a circle, listening to her every word. “I always tried to keep it a secret, my past, because I was always ashamed of who I was before I moved to Hawkins seven years ago.”

She sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay. The group was concerned with the way the girl spoke, not knowing what she was trying to imply. No one spoke a single word because in all honesty, they didn’t know what to say.

“I wanted to open up about it, eventually so…I guess today’s that day,” she chuckled, wiping a tear that had fallen from her eye with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath, not bearing to look at anyone’s face. “Um, so, there was my dad and mom — biological parents — and we used to live in this small house in Colorado.”

Aria smiled softly at the memory. She deeply missed those times, where it was just her and her family. That was, until everything was taken away from them.

“God, they were such great people. They were those people that could brighten up someone’s day with just their smiles. They were so genuine and honest and just so kind.” She started to tear up again but instead, took a deep breath to stop. “We were such a happy family and then one day, it just happened out of nowhere.”

“What happened out of nowhere?” Dustin asked.

“The Russians.” She said, looking up at them. Their eyes grew wide, shock written all over their faces. “I was outside, playing on my swingset when I suddenly heard screams from inside the house. I tried to run inside until someone grabbed me and then it happened. The fire.” Aria gulped, her breathing becoming much heavier. “I tried to scream for help but they stuck something in me and left me unconscious. The last thing I saw were my parents’ dead bodies on the ground through the glass doors.”

“So…so what happened after?” Lucas asked with a shaky breath.

“I woke up in an empty room. My arms and legs were constrained to the seat and I couldn’t move at all. Next thing I know, I hear screaming close by.”

Aria tried to move, tears streaming down her face as the binding on her wrists were starting to burn. She could still hear the screams, her heart racing incredibly fast.

The door suddenly opened, revealing a man in a uniform. He walked closer to her, something black in his hands.

He leaned down to talk. “Hello, dear.” The man spoke with a thick Russian accent. “Don’t worry. You will be taken care of here. There’s no need to cry.”

“W-where am I?” Aria asked, voice shaky. “Why am I tied up?”

“You are in a safe place.” He responded, disregarding her second question. He began to wrap the black band around her wrist, clicking it in securely so she wouldn’t be able to take it off. “This is so you won’t be able to run away.” He laughed.

“I was let out of the room and into a bigger one with more girls. Some my age and some older. I asked one of the older ones where we were and she said that we were in Russia.” Her breath hitched. “Turns out, I was kidnapped by Russian soldiers to become a trained assassin for their little program for girls around the world.”

“Oh my God…” Nancy whispered, her heart breaking at her best friend’s story.

“You were a victim of child trafficking…” Dustin said quietly.

Aria nodded. She pursed her lips and tilted her head, voice breaking. “I was only six.”

Steve looked at Aria with tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. He could have never imagined that the girl he loved so much could go through so much pain. He wanted to hold her so badly, wanted to make her forget everything.

“From then on, I was forced to train with other girls and kill people.” She choked out a sob, her hands grasping one another tight. “I killed so many people.” She took another deep breath to continue, wiping more tears from her face. “I never talked to anyone, not until an older woman helped me with training. She would act like a mother figure to me, which is why I started to call her mom.”

“Yasmin.” Nancy breathed out.

The girl nodded once more. “She was there longer than me. She was only sixteen when she was kidnapped and she was there for fourteen years, until she was thirty when we finally escaped. Turns out she had been coming up with an escape plan for years.”

Aria and Yasmin were in the cafeteria where all the girls were eating lunch. The older woman had been coming up with an escape plan for years and she came across Aria, who was very intelligent for her age, and told her all about it, using the younger girl’s help as well.

Yasmin was recruited to become an instructor to help all the young girls train. Gaining the Russian soldiers' trust, she managed to seek out possible escape routes and the key to break off the black band on their wrists, so they wouldn’t be able to track them.

They made sure to be cautious, especially around the Russian leader, the one behind this entire program.

She managed to snatch the band’s key from one of the soldiers while they weren’t looking. Yasmin found an escape through one of the tunnels in the lower floor. They would have to crawl through it but she was lucky she even found one.

Yasmin took off the bands from both of them with the key, dropping them onto the floor before running towards the escape. They would only have a few minutes before the soldiers found out that their band had been unlocked.

They felt extremely guilty for leaving all the other girls behind, the guilt hiding deep inside them for the rest of their life. They hoped that one day, they would be able to help them all escape. To put an end to this sick and evil man’s schemes. They just couldn’t save everyone now.

Before they left, Yasmin retrieved one of the guard’s keys for one of the vehicles to escape with. They somehow found money in the glove compartment in one of the cars, and though it wasn’t much, it was enough for two plane tickets to leave the country.

Yasmin drove them far away and the two girls knew that the Russian soldiers surely found out they escaped by now. They didn’t look for them but it was better to be safe than sorry, so with all the money they found, they left Russia and flew to a town where no one would be able to find them. In Hawkins, Indiana.

“From there, we tried to fit in and kept quiet about our past.” Aria told them. “I’ve only been there for six years but I was exposed to way too much. I remember everything so clearly.”

It all made sense to them now. How Aria was able to fight Billy and the flayed, how she always kept a gun with her, why she was so protective of the kids.

“I try to forget everything but I don't think I ever could.” She pulled up the bottom of her shirt, showing them the huge scar on the side of her stomach. Steve’s eyes widened, having seen that exact scar countless times. She always told him it was from an accident long ago but never opened up about it. Now he knew. “Happened while I was fighting the other girls. One of them stabbed me deep and I almost died.”

“Holy shit.” Robin said.

“Aria, I…” Steve wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. “And absolutely no one knows this besides you and your mom?”

She shook her head. “One person knew.” They all furrowed their eyebrows. “Hopper was the only one who knew about us. He helped us situate in Hawkins when we first arrived.”

The group thought about how close Hopper and Aria were, the entire relationship between them making much more sense to them now, so when Aria found out Hopper died, a part of her died as well. The one man she trusted with all her heart, who was like a father figure to her, was gone.

Aria cleared her throat. “Okay, I don’t want any of your guys’ pity so can we just move on from this story?”

They nodded their heads when Dustin spoke up. “Wait, so, you know Russian?”

Aria raised an eyebrow. “Da, ya znayu russkiy.” (Translation: Yes, I know Russian) She spoke in Russian. Everyone looked at her with impressed faces, Dustin just staring at her in shock.

“Oh my God, we could’ve used you last year to help decode the Russian code!” He exclaimed.

“To be fair, you didn’t even tell me about the code so…”

“Also, is Aria your real name?” Lucas asked.

She rolled her eyes. “My real name was Aria Noor but after coming here, I changed my name legally to Aria Kaul to go after Yasmin.” She ran a hand through her fingers. “Okay, that’s enough questions. Time for bed.”

Soon after, everyone had gone to sleep. Aria watched as the time on the clock hit one AM. She wasn’t able to sleep, not after that entire ordeal just a few hours ago about her confessing her past to everyone.

She stood up, gently laying Max from her lap to the headrest of the couch. She walked upstairs and saw the entire Wheeler family already asleep, the kitchen pitch black.

She turned on the lights, walking over to the kitchen island. She put her elbows on the counter, resting her chins on both hands. She never wanted to tell anyone about her past because she was afraid of what people would think of her. Her friends still treated her the same so far, she knew that. But, a part of her still doubted the fact that anyone could love her.

She reached for the back of her jeans pocket, sliding out a folded up piece of paper. She opened it up, the tears brimming at her waterline. She’s read the same letter over a hundred times but it still made her cry no matter what.

Dear Aria,

I know this may be strange but as I was trying to write a letter to El, I wanted to tell you a couple of things that I may not be able to say to your face.

These past couple of years, I feel as if I have gained a daughter in you after I lost Sara. I know I never showed it, but meeting you was one of the best parts of my life.

Ever since I saw you and Yasmin on that bench alone that day, I had a feeling I was going to be seeing you more often. From that day until now, I am so proud of who you have become.

I want you to know that you should not feel ashamed about your past. You, Yasmin, and I know that it was out of both of your control. I hope that one day, you can open up about it with those you trust, just like you trusted me.

I’ve known you since you were twelve years old and now you’ve become such an independent, strong woman. Everything that happened in your past has made you become who you are today so don’t think for a second that you’re not worth anything. You are not the person you were in that godforsaken place. You are more than that. You’ve learned to make mistakes and learn from them. That’s what makes you so special.

I admire how you put everyone else before yourself but please remember to take care of yourself as well. I better not hear from Yasmin that you’ve been overworking yourself.

And what I said about working with me at Hawkins PD. I hope you think about it and come back to me with your answer. I would love to have you, your mom, and Joyce work with me. Even if you decide to go to college, I’ll still be very proud.

You and El have become such important people to me. I’m grateful to be able to call you my daughters. The day I heard you call me dad, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I’m proud to be your dad.

Just know that I will always be here for you as a father. I know it is hard for you to trust people but I always have and always will want the best for you.

Keep making your mother and I proud, kid. I am always here to talk even if I don’t have the greatest advice. I love you.

She smiled at the words, imagining the very man who wrote it. She folded the letter once again, shoving it carefully into her back pocket. She pursed her lips, squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears from rushing out. She put her hands together and pressed them against the middle of her face, feeling the tears fall out.

She silently cried, for how long, she didn’t know. She didn’t even notice someone open the door from the basement until they spoke, causing her to jolt up and turn around, wiping her tears away.

“I was wondering where you were.” Steve spoke softly, walking next to her. They stood side by side, Steve’s elbows resting behind him on the island. He glanced at her, eyes softening. “You okay?”

Aria sniffled, softly chuckling. “Yeah. I’m fine as I’ll ever be.” She opened her eyes and her gaze fell onto her feet, crossing her arms over her chest.

Steve could tell what she was thinking. He knew her way too well to not know. He may be dumb but when it came to her, he could read her like a book, even after all these months of being apart. “I…We don’t see you as anything different, you know that, right?”

She let out an exasperated breath. “No, of course you don’t. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m a murderer.”

Steve brought out a hand to touch her shoulder, causing the girl to face him. “It wasn’t your fault, Riya. It was out of your control.”

She pursed her lips again and nodded her head, choking out a cry. “Yeah, I know.”

He hated seeing her cry, his heart twinged in pain to hear her soft whimpers. He wanted to make her laugh, just to see that beautiful smile of hers again. “I still can’t believe we wasted all that time trying to figure out a Russian code when you speak fluently.” He snickered.

That did it. Aria laughed, her lips turning into a grin. Steve smiled wide, grateful to finally see her laugh once again. “I mean, it worked out in the end.” She chuckled. Her eyes met his and the two stayed like that for a few more seconds until Steve felt her arms wrap around his waist, her head resting on his chest. “Thank you, Steve.”

He hugged her back, finally being able to hold her after all these months. “Anything for you, Riya.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington series #angst #fluff #reticent series #steve harrington x aria kaul #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic

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Episode 6: Killing Butterflies (Part 1)

(Disclaimer: I don't own any character, except for Albert, the host for this. Everyone and TD belong to their respective creators. There will be some mature scenes, but we can guarantee no NSFW here, as some of the campers are minors. If there is a (==)(==), it means that a confessional or a transition is being used. The confessionals will be in italic. If I portray a character improperly, please tell me! I have little knowledge about some of the campers, so please correct me if you can! Now, let the show begin!)

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Last time, the Angelic Axes ended up in the elimination and they ended up sending Velma and Demoman into the elimination challenge. Velma cheated by shooting Degroot (Demoman) and ended up losing.

This time, hope and despair grow in balance, but when one important person is gone, despair surrounds the air. Wait… are we killing someone?

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(Axes Boys Cabin)

“Demo! You’re back!” as Raihan noticed.

“Heheh! It was easy, until she shot me. Luckily, I was able to get payback, though I kinda regret it a little…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, congratulations.” said Sergei.

“Ah! You're starting to talk now, lad?” as Degroot turned to Sergei.

“U-uh…”

“Oh.”

“Say, do you know the next challenge is, hombre?” asked Don.

“Nope”

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The Silent Swords get a note from an unknown person.

“It said…

-It’s time to spice things up. Two of you will be eliminated after this challenge. You guys will be scrambled only for this challenge, so some of you better bond with opposing teams-

“What the…”

*cue intro*

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*beep beep*

“Hey campers, please meet me at the campsite”

“Well, that’s… different…”

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“What’s up with Albert today? They aren’t being themself…”

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Everyone woke up and went to the campsite.

“So yeah, new challenge today-”

“Hey, Albert, is everything okay there, lad? You called someone when I left.” asked Degroot

“Oh yeah, just an old friend of mine.” they replied.

“Anyway, what’s the new challenge?”

“That… It takes place in virtual reality. I won’t be in it because I’ll be busy. So meet this… bear thing…”

“Huhuhuhu!”

“The hell?”

“That’s right~!” the bear said “I’ll be hosting this challenge!!”

“Who the f//ck are you?” said Irina

“Now missy! Don’t use that language with me~! My name is Monokuma!!”

“Wait a minute, as in the bear from… Danganronpa?!” said MacCoy.

“Yep~!”

“Oh no, nonononononono-”

“Are we going to kill each other?!” asLena

“Correct~!” he responded

Fear grew in the group, as they panicked and freaked out.

“Guys, listen, you’ll all be in virtual reality, so you all won’t die in real life.”

*beep beep*

“Uh, wait in 5 minutes? Ok ok.”

“Bad news, I gotta go soon.”

“So when will you come back?”

“After the challenge, sadly”

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“Oh boy, we’re screwed, ALL OF US ARE SCREWED!!!” as Jean raged

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“So come with me.”

Everyone goes to the library, but it actually has a secret in it. Albert pulls a book down and reveals a hidden room where they can access the game.

“Before we do this, the note said to scramble, right?”

“Yeah.”

The screen pans down and shows the batches.

Group 1

Sergei

Raihan

Irina

Jean

Asuka

Lena

Anna

Link

Thomas

Shermie

Group 2

Demoman

Millia

Celty

Cassandra

MacCoy

Don

Giulia

Gromit

Sebastian

Luigi

“Those are the people you’ll be with in the game, so no switching~!”

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“We got an assassin here…” said Giulia

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“Batch 1 will go first, got it? All in Batch 2 must watch everything that happens.”

“W-what?”

“You can’t leave, or you must automatically go to elimination.”

“Yikes…”

“Batch 1, come with me.”

The first 10 followed Albert and Monokuma to the room where they’ll play. Once ready, everyone is taken to a simulation of the game itself. After that, a screen pans down, revealing Monokuma.

“Huhuhuhu~! I hope you guys enjoy this game and good luck!”

Everyone was given an e-manual and they read the rules and regulations.

“It said…

Everyone is forbidden from leaving the simulation without a valid reason. Anyone who leaves will automatically get killed and will be in the elimination challenge.

If you've been killed, you can leave, but you are not allowed to reveal the killer to the rest, that’s unfair.

You are free to explore the school. 

You can basically do whatever you want, except escaping of course.

Once a murder happened, everyone must go to the class trial. No exceptions.

A body discovery announcement will play when 3 or more people find a corpse.

During the class trial, if the jury figures out the culprit, then they automatically go into elimination. The class must choose one who seemed unhelpful to go against the rest of the losers. The victim/s will receive immunity.

If the jury accuses incorrectly, the culprit will be immune and the victim/s and the accused will be in the elimination.

Please respect Monokuma.

There are secrets to find, so roam around to find them.

“Are you all ready?”

“Y-yep…”

“Have fun!!”

Everyone goes around to do whatever they want at the school.

“Monokuma, thank you very much for doing this,” said Albert.

“You’re very welcome, Al! Now go, do what you need to do.”

Albert leaves the library and gets on the helicopter, leaving Monokuma to monitor everyone else.

Thomas POV:

-Ugh… my head hurts a little.-

(It looks like we’re in a school setting here. Strange.)

“Hey, Thomas!”

-I see Lena, my teammate calling my name-

“Dude, you good?”

-Yeah, I’m good-

“Dang, this school’s huge, ain’t it?”

-Yeah… it's rather… unsettling..-

(Why did they make it huge?)

“Anyway, where do you want to check out first?”

-Hm… we can try the gym first.-

“Good idea.”

General POV:

The duo went to the gym, along with the rest of the group. Monokuma appears in the game to give the motive for them to kill each other.

“What do you have for us, bear?” asked Sergei

“Huhuhu! Glad you asked, cause I got a motive all of you!

-Motive?-

“Motive for all of you to kill each other, duh!”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ll give the successful killers an advantage in the next challenge! You all need to get a headstart right?”

“Yeah, but it seems too good to be true…”

“I’m serious about it!

“…”

“Anyway! You know it’s a killing game, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well good! That’s pretty much it. Now scram!!”

Thomas POV:

-Geez, he’s quite a tyrant for a little bear-

“Yeah, I can’t stand him”

-So, where to now?-

“I don’t know, but let’s hang out at the cafeteria. Bet they got snacks there.”

-Yeah, I haven’t ate for a while…-

(I wonder what is there?)

General POV:

The duo enter the cafeteria along with some others. They talked about how they can prepare themselves for other challenges in the near future with others. They eventually ate and went on their new day here in the simulation. 

Thomas POV:

“Psst, Thom, come here!”

-Jean? What’s up?-

“I got something to show you!”

-What?-

“Listen to Link!”

“H-hey…”

-Wait… you can talk the entire time!?-

“Yeah…”

-Why didn’t you say stuff from the start?-

“Yeah dude, why?”

“Well… I am uncomfortable talking because of my voice. It sounds weird to me…”

“Dude, you sound fine to us. There’s no need to be silent all the time. Plus, well… at least now we know what you really sound like.”

“Jean, look. I know you guys now know what I sound like, but please, don’t tell others about it.”

-Why not?-

“I just think that it would be embarrassing for me.”

-Oh.-

General POV:

The trio were chatting about various things before leaving each other.

*later*

Lena and Thomas looked at the garden in front of them along with Asuka, Shermie and Raihan but all of a sudden…

*BOOOM!!!*

“WHAT THE!?”

Everyone who had heard of the explosion ran to the source, but when they entered…

*cue the body discovery theme*

They find 2 bodies, a male and a female. 

“No… it can’t be…”

TO BE CONTINUED

Author’s notes: sorry again for the delay, I still have sucky motivation but this challenge will have possibly 4 to 5 parts due to the trial and the stuff needed. Either way, enjoy.

#》 [silver-honor] (Jean) #》 [dad-figure-host] (albert) #》 [competitive-friend] (Giulia) #》 [the-white-angel-of-death] (Sergei) #》 [junior-elite] (Thomas) #》 [the-dullahan-rider] (Celty) #》 [dancing-sensation] (MacCoy) #》 [bombs-away] (Demoman) #》 [lean-green-and-sweet] (Luigi) #》 [sarcastically-honest] (Velma) #》 [the-silent-hero] (Link) #》 [social-media-dragon] (Raihan) #》 [black-and-red-roses] (Don) #》 [more-than-a-pet] (Gromit) #》 [demonic-diligence] (Sebastian) #》 [electro-beauty] (Shermie) #》 [feisty-pilot] (Asuka) #》 [warmth-in-the-cold] (Anna) #》 [teacher-hitwoman] (Irina) #》 [high-honors-witch] (Diana) #》 [turned-to-the-light] (Lena) #》 [sisters-bolt] (Cassandra) #》 [cursed-flight] (Millia) #this draft was made in google docs #total drama #total drama crossover #total drama europes fictional superstars

[larrysland]

This month’s post has two parts   First is this wood burning and staining of an eagle.  As I was creating the mountains I had images of the Grand Tetons in Wyoming that I have seen.  This is not an exact copy of them, just an image inspired by a memory.   

Besides being the national symbol of the U.S. eagles have inspired many thoughts.  Here are two that I like.

You need eagles wings to get over things that make no sense in this world.    Tom Petty

Don’t be a parrot in life, be an eagle.  A parrot talks way to much and can’t fly high.  but an eagle is silent and has the willpower to touch the sky.  Unknown 

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The second part of this month’s post is based on the fact that tomorrow is Groundhog’s Day!  Attached below is a short story I wrote about it that might explain how it really came to be Groundhog’s Day instead of some other animal.  Hope you enjoy. 

GROUNDHOG DAY

A bear, a bat, and a groundhog walked into a bar on the December Solstice one week before Christmas, 1937 near the Pennsylvania town of Punxsutawney.

After an hour of drinking at a corner table Joe Bear brought up the real reason they came here and that they had been avoiding talking about.  “Okay guys.  No putting it off we gotta decide which one of us is going to interrupt our hibernation on Candlemas Day, a little over 7 weeks away, so that the humans can determine how much longer winter will last.”    

“It obviously ain’t gonna be me,” said Slinky the Bat. “When I did that back a hundred years or so ago the humans freaked out and started stories about me being a vampire and drinking blood.  Me and all my relatives nearly got kilt a hundred times over.”

“Yeah, that was bad - ”

“BAD Phil?  Bad - that’s all you can say!?  They nearly murdered me!  Scared the wife and kids horribly!  I’m out of this rotation.  One of you guys will have to do it.  I’ll support you though and every year when we get together like this I’ll buy your drinks for the night.  I’ll buy enough booze for you to sleep real solid for 7 weeks till you got to get up.”

“Okay, okay Slinky, calm down.  Phil didn’t mean nothing bad,” said Joe.  

“Yeah buddy.  Ease down,” said Phil.  Now, Phil was keeping pace with Joe with the number of drinks he was having.  And since a groundhog is smaller than a bear the whiskey was really getting him buzzed.  

“Tell you what guys,” said Phil, “this deciding every year is getting old.  I read The Hobbit a week back.  You remember the riddle game that Bilbo had with Gollum?  Joe, why don’t you and I play riddles and the loser has to do the Candlemas wake-up for the next 200 years and then we will play it again.”

“Dude - you’re on, Let’s do it!  We’ll ask each other questions.  We each get the same number of questions so if we each get one wrong in the same round we have to keep going.  Slinky will be the judge if our answers are different than the one we were thinking of but are still good.  Deal?”

“Deal,” said Phil and they shook paws.

“Here’s your first riddle” said Joe:   A man was driving a black truck. His lights were not on. The moon was not out. A lady was crossing the street. How did the man see her?”

“Easy,” cackled Phil, “It was a bright sunny day - just like it’s gonna be when you have to wake up for Candlemas Day on February 2nd.”

“Shut up mouth.  Give me my riddle,” said Joe.

“Okay Joe, what asks but never answers?” said Phil.

“Hmm…oh, an owl! Yeah, an owl! Cuz it only says ‘who.”

“Okay, now I’m going to answer first in this round” said Joe, “Ask me your riddle Phil.” 

“Here is your riddle:  Take off my skin - I won’t cry, but you will.  What am I?” 

Thinking for over a minute about what made him cry in life Joe finally said, “An onion!  It made me cry when I was making dinner last week.”

“Rats, yeah, that’s it. Now you ask me” said Phil. 

As Joe was drinking and thinking the bar door opened and Dave Squirrel came in, sauntered up to the bar and started talking with the bartender and flirting with the waitress.  Joe saw him and muttered under his breath - “That guy - such a jerk.  I was hoping he wasn’t showing up tonight but I guess he is just late.  I hate how he shows off and tries to impress the girls.  I know how he can do it but it still makes me ask, how can a squirrel jump and move so far, so fast, so high, and at such angles?”

Not completely paying attention due to the booze and all, Phil only heard the last part, only the question.  “Wait - what!  That’s not a fair riddle!” snarled Phil. “No fair, no fair, ask me something else.”

Realizing that he had accidentally stumped Phil ,Joe said, “Yes it is a fair question.  Slinky do you think it is a fair question? Yes or no?”

Slinky felt really bad and uncomfortable at what was happening.  But thinking about it he decided that it was a fair question.  Phil had to answer it.  He also said that Phil could have three guesses instead of one since it was an unusual, but legal, question.  After five minutes of horrible wrenching and wrong guesses Joe was declared the winner but only if he gave them the correct answer as judged by Slinky.

“Squirrels are double jointed in the back legs and that gives them their mobility and strength,” said Joe.  “I win!  C’mon Phil.  It’s not all that bad.  You’re a light sleeper any way and now you’ll get free drinks from Slinky here when we do our Winter Solstice get-together.  I’ll even bring you vegetables and berries sprinkled with vanilla extract cuz I know you like that.

“Besides you do this regularly for a few years and you’ll be famous.  People will call you Punxsutawney Phil which sounds a lot better than Punxsutawney Joe.”

“Yeah, well, okay,” admitted Phil beginning to lighten up when he thought of the free drinks, the free food, and the fame.  Maybe he could even impress that waitress over there.  

But still not wanting to completely give in he glanced over his shoulder again at Dave, shook his head, turned back and muttered to his friends, “I was doing so good, and then there was this squirrel.”