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Final Girl (Part 3)

- Final Girl Series Masterlist (updated part 1 - 9 and extras)

A/n yall have been so kind!! all of the messages, likes, comments, and reblogs for this series have made me so happy! this chapter is a little bit of filler bc my original idea for this part was way too long especially with how busy this week is supposed to be, so i sort of split it!!

also if this has pacing issues, i’m sorry, i had a panic attack yesterday and a really bad migraine today so it’s been kinda rough lately but i wanted to get this out!! Part 4 is going to have a little more going on :)

if this is messy pls don’t give up on me 😭 i promise the next part will have more going on i just didn’t want to leave y’all waiting forever and we needed a bit of a filler

also if anyone wants to leave me an ask about this series pls do:) i’ve had so much fun talking about Final Girl

Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s.

Chapter Summary: Y/n’s first day back after the incident.

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My reflection has never bothered me more. I know vanity is such a stupid thing to worry about now after what happened to Casey, but I can’t help the way I scrutinize my appearance.

The attention drawing cotton-y bandaid that was placed on the gash on the side of my temple has been (thankfully) downgraded to a regular bandaid. That’s fine--I can accept that. What I can’t accept are the stupid cuts caused by all of that glass.

After being released from the hospital, it took no time for me to learn that it’s going to be awhile before I can comfortably wear pants again. My arms are a little less cut up, so the white, long sleeved shirt I picked out covers my injuries without irritating them. I tried on a pair of leggings and I barely got them to my thighs without wincing.

So now I’m wearing the most comfortable skirt I own. Normally, I wouldn’t even think twice about it, I wear this skirt so often, but it barely covers any of the cuts on the back of my legs. God...people are going to think I’m doing this for attention, especially since media outlets keep calling my house.

Ugh--this is as good as it’s going to get for my first day back. I pick my backpack up from my bed. My eyelids feel so heavy I have to fight the urge to collapse back into bed.

The walk downstairs is painfully slow. Once I’m finally in the hall that leads to the kitchen, I stop. A vague confusion clouds my thoughts. Was I going to the kitchen? What did I want from the kitchen?

“Mornin’, kiddo.” I blink at the sound of Wells’ voice. At least it’s offering me a sense of a direction.

Stepping fully in the kitchen, I greet back, “Good morning.”

He eyes me for a long second, piercing blue irises lingering in a way that makes me feel uneasy in my own skin. “Skirt’s a little grown, ain’t it?” When my only reaction is to furrow my eyebrows, he continues, “What happened to those little girl dresses you used to wear? I liked those.”

I grab the strap of my backpack, shifting slightly. I stopped wearing those dresses after he had been dating my mom for a few months. “Outgrew them, I guess.”

Wells nods once, the motion gruff as he moves to grab his mug. He lets out a curt, gruff noise.

“Oh, Wells.” Like always, my mom’s voice chases away all the tension. “Don’t you know better than telling a girl what to wear? Especially a teenager. Now ease up, 16-year-old me would make Y/n look like a saint.” With that, my mom finally looks at me. “You look pretty, like always, I especially like your top.” It takes me a second to realize that my mom’s referencing the fact that I stole this shirt from her closet. I let out a soft, slow laugh. “You okay?”

I nod drastically. “Yep, just want to get the first day back over with.”

“I can’t believe you only took one day off. When I was your age, I’d have taken half a week off for less.”

“It’s going to be bad no matter when I go back. My name’s been all over the news.” I release the strap of my backpack, scratching the back of my wrist. “Plus it’s junior year and that one day off already has me drowning in makeup work. I can’t afford to fall behind. Junior year is the year colleges look at most. This year could make or break whether or not I get into Princeton.”

My mom holds her hands up in defense. “Yes, I know, you ranted to me about it yesterday. Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. I don’t love that you haven’t had your follow up appointment yet to confirm whether or not you have a concussion.”

“Mom, I’m fine, promise. I’ll let you know if I start to feel weird.”

She watches me for a long second, likely attempting to scan me the way an MRI machine would. “Fine, you need a ride or--”

“Actually, a friend’s picking me up.”

At that my mom tilts her head in a way that’s so knowing I feel the urge to confess even though I’ve done nothing. “A friend as in one of those two boys that spent all weekend calling and checking in on you?”

My mom spent the last two days at my side. Normally it would have annoyed me, but it was actually nice. It reminded me of life before Wells. There was one downside, though. She saw how often Billy and Stu called. It wasn’t terrible and she probably would have picked up on it anyway, but it’s opened the ground to a lot of jokes and comments on her part.

“You’re the one who brought them into this. I would have never thought to call Billy while I was at the hospital.” That’s true. Even though we were friends before the incident, I wouldn’t have thought to call anyone except my mom. “And they’re just trying to be there for me like good friends.”

At that, my mom leans against the kitchen island. “Y’know when I was your age, I had a guy that just wanted to be a good friend and drove me to school. Now I have a daughter.”

I roll my eyes, “Haha. Yes--I’m going to get pregnant in the less than 10-ish minutes we’re going to have before we need to get to class.”

“It only took about 8 minutes to make you, and that includes me getting dressed and fixing my hair after. Just saying.”

I make a point of fake gagging. “Bye mom, Wells.“

“What? I was joking!”

I walk towards the front door. A hand on my shoulder makes me nearly jump out of my skin. “Mom! You scared me.”

She offers me a sheepish smile, “You know I’m kidding, right? They’re nice for caring.”

“I know, mom.”

With a sigh, she continues, “Just be sa--”

“Oh my God, mom! I’m not having se--”

“Easy, pumpkin,” she laughs off my outburst, “I mean in general. Don’t strain yourself and don’t feel like you need to push through. You want to go home early and I’ll pick you up.”

I smile softly. “Yeah, I will.”

With that, I open the front door. The sun is so bright I have to drop my head as I walk down the driveway. Wells’ house is objectively nicer than the house my mom and I lived in when we were still in Texas, but I still find myself missing the familiarity of our old front porch.

Squinting, I look up and notice a car waiting next to the mailbox. How did I miss that? Rubbing my eyes with one hand, I approach the vehicle.

I pull open the door to the backseat. Two sets of eyes turn towards me. “You know you guys didn’t have to wait for me.” I push my backpack into the car before sitting down. “You could’ve honked or something,”

“We just got here,” Billy says easily, but I’m not sure I believe him.

Stu turns in his seat to face me better as I shut the car door. “Plus we don’t mind giving you time to get all dolled up. Especially since today’s going to be a total bloodbath.”

His wording leaves me more confused than upset. I draw my eyebrows together, shifting awkwardly. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone’s gone crazy over what happened. I think more people were talking about you than Casey, and Casey’s the one that got gutted. It’s all over the news. They hung her from that tree in--” Billy moves his hand from the console in order to smack the side of Stu’s head. “Ow, man--what was that for?”

“It’s not even 8 yet, at least let her wake up first before you traumatize her.”

The thought of Casey makes my stomach twist, but I’m not focused in on anything enough to really react. Tiredly, I pull my backpack onto my lap and squeeze it to my body. “It’s fine,” I’m not sure if I’m talking to them or myself.

Stu and Billy exchange a look that I barely register before resting my chin on my bag. “Are you okay? You didn’t even do that cute, little glare thing you do when you want me to shut up.”

“I’m fine,” I answer a little too quickly, forcing myself to sit up some more, “A little tired.” Stu’s watching me a little too carefully and I catch Billy glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Seriously?” Sighing, I shift in my seat, “First my mom and now you guys. I’m fine.”

My reaction is just a little too angry. Maybe if I felt a little more rested, I would have known better. Stu moves until he’s siting in the passenger seat normally. “Crying over the fact that you’re a total mommy’s girl.”

Rolling my eyes and ignoring the way the motion irritates my migraine, I lean back in my seat. “Put on a seatbelt, asshole.”

Even though that’s said with more bite and irritation than anything I’ve ever said to him, Stu laughs. It’s light and terribly offensive. I frown, looking over at Billy as heat crawls up my neck and towards my face. He’s just barely fighting down a grin. “It’s not that funny.”

“No,” Stu sarcastically agrees, “That was so mean of you. I can’t remember the last time someone insulted me and tried to take care of me at the same time.”

I cross my arms around my backpack. “Why did I agree to getting into a contained space with you two so early in the morning?”

“Because you don’t have a license.” Billy looks way too smug as he turns the wheel as we move down a curb.

I glare at him. “You extorted that information out of me while I was super out of it and half asleep.”

“You said it yourself, it’s not like one of us asked.”

He’s right and I hate it. I sink further into the seat, tempted to shut my eyes, but knowing that there’s no guarantee that I won’t fall asleep if I do. “Whatever.”

Stu half laughs at that before starting to talk about a new scary movie that’s coming out. The plot sounds kind of basic, but I’m not one to judge until I see the movie. Normally, I’d be totally invested. I kind of like when Stu rambles about something he’s interested in, but now I’m struggling to hold my head up.

I don’t register that we’re in the school parking lot until both Billy and Stu get out of the car. Once they’re both out, I shake my head once in an attempt to clear my thoughts. Get it together.

When I step out of the car, I make a point of keeping my eyes on the ground in front of me. Stu may exaggerate every once in awhile, but I don’t think he’s wrong about school. My mom has been fielding calls since the morning I was discharged from the hospital and last night while I was flipping through channels, I saw my face three times.

Before I can even think, a bright flash makes me flinch. The light is like a punch behind the eye thanks to my headache. That is followed by a series of other equally bright and irritating camera shutters.

Shit.

Billy steps towards me, dropping his voice so that only I can hear, “You know we don’t have to.”

Taking a settling breath, I tilt my chin up a fraction of an inch. “It’s fine,” I say, hoping that I’ll convince myself, “Can’t hide forever.”

We walk forward, me a few steps ahead of Billy and Stu. My fast pace is a sad attempt at ripping off the bandaid.

“Excuse--Excuse me, miss!” I squeeze the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles must be white from the tension. “Miss Y/n L/n.” The woman that waves me down is holding a large microphone. She barely glances at me before turning her attention back to the camera man that followed her as she chased me. “Hi. Gale Weathers. I covered the last one of these.”

I wince. “I’m sorry, when you say ‘the last one of these’ do you mean the last murder or--”

“...And we’re rolling!” In nature, bright colors are meant to warn living things of poison. I think that logic could be applied to Gale Weathers and her auburn hair and blood red lips. “I’m Gale Weathers and I’m bringing you an exclusive with the lone survivor of what some are calling the worst murder in Woodsboro history.” She then turns towards me, “Now, Y/n, our viewers want to know exactly what you’re feeling.”

Her microphone is way to close to my face. “Well, Gale, I’m glad you asked,” I’m speaking in the polite tone I used to reserve for rude customers when I worked in the mall last summer, “I’m feeling fan-freakin’-tastic!”

The false enthusiasm jars her the way I hoped it would. She brings the microphone back to her. “Really?”

“No, you vulture. Ambush interviewing is as tacky as that suit.”

With that, I turn away and attempt to storm into school with an aura that scares away reporters. I’ve only ever seen that kind of confident magic come from my mom, but she’s half my genetic material, that means it must be in me somewhere, right?

Apparently wrong, because the cameras continue to flash. One man gets so close to me that his rapid photographing leaves me dizzy.

“Okay,” an arm quickly wraps around my side, stabilizing me, “You got your pictures, now leave her alone.” The scent of Tatum’s perfume is comforting as she guides me the rest of the way inside. Once we’re inside, we’re granted the semblance of some privacy. “And I thought they were bad yesterday. Are you okay?”

I nod, relaxing a little at her casual expression. Maybe if I try hard enough, I’ll be able to pretend that this is an average Tuesday. “I’m fine, I’m just tired, and I can’t believe how obsessed everyone is.”

“Of course they’re obsessed.” For the first time ever, Randy’s voice is completely unwelcome. “You’re the sole survivor, the only witness to tell the story, the--for lack of better term--final girl.”

Being in a friend group with so many people that are really into horror movies is all fun and games until they summarize the great trauma of your life in a movie trope. “Really? I never would have thought of it that way.”

Sidney glares at Randy in defense of me. I appreciate it, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “It’s too soon for those kinds of jokes.”

My sarcasm was pure venom and Sidney’s reaction, though well intentioned, only made me feel sorry. Randy offers me a sheepish sort of look that immediately makes me feel bad for being so snippy. His comment wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it wasn’t for what just happened, and he wasn’t really trying to be mean. That actually might have been an attempt to lighten the mood, especially since he knows that the final girl storyline is one of my favorites. He’s always recommending movies that end like that.

“Thanks, Sid, but I came on a little strong. I’m sorry, Randy, I’ve been a total nightmare all day. Just ask Billy and St--” I look around, a little surprised that they’re not right behind me. Aw, I lost them in all that commotion. “Weird--they were just behind me.” Shaking off the slightly lost feeling with the turn of my head, I move on, “Ask them later. The point is, I’ve been awful. It’s not your guys’ fault that this is my life right now.”

Randy’s expression morphs from being almost hurt to something that’s even more of a punch in the gut. He seems sympathetic. “It’s okay, you’re holding it together way more than I would be. I don’t even know how you’re at school today.”

“Yeah, how are you even here, Y/n?” Tatum echoes, her voice a little softer than before.

It’s a good question. Now that I’m here all those points I made about school and grades and Princeton feel so far away. “It had to happen at some point, I might as well rip off the band aid. I just want everything to go back to normal.” I shift awkwardly, watching them watch me. “And the man that did this doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of my fear.”

After a moment, Randy prompts, “...And?”

“And what?”

He half smiles. “Come on, Y/n, if you want this to feel normal, you’re going to have to give us the Princeton rant.”

I roll my eyes before scoffing. “I do not talk about Princeton often enough for you to warrant naming it a specific rant.”

Randy raises an eyebrow at my obvious lie. “You must have really hit your head hard.”

“Rude.“ I turn towards Tatum, “Tate, you don’t think I’m like obsessed with Princeton.

She parts her lips as she debates the way she wants to respond. Before she can say anything, Stu walks up from behind me and pulls Tatum into a hug. He then gives her a soft kiss that feels linger-y. Wait--why am I noticing that? That’s...that’s weird of me. And why does this feel more uncomfortable than the time I caught them full on making out in the girl’s bathroom? Why is that tiny display of affection sitting in my chest in a way that makes it hard to look at them?

More annoyed at my thoughts than the way Stu cups her face, I force my myself to stare at the locker in front of me. There are polaroids of people I don’t know tapped to the front of it.

Ugh--screw the guy that threw me into that wall. My head must be totally messing with me.

“What are you guys talking about?” Billy’s sudden appearance surprises me more than it should. At this point, I should know that when I see one the other isn’t too far behind. He has an arm around Sidney’s shoulders, and she’s leaning into his touch just enough for it to be noticeable. Since when is Billy so into PDA?

Oh my god, what’s wrong with me? Maybe my mom was right to think I have some kind of brain injury. My eyes snap back to the locker. “Nothing.”

“Y/n’s obsession with an Ivy League school in New Jersey.”

After a moment of silence, I realize that everyone’s waiting for me to speak. “Not an obsession.” My response lacks my usual level of conviction when talking about Princeton in any capacity. I can feel the fragile way they’re all looking at me. My eyes focus on the polaroids in front of me until everything else blurs into the background.

The polaroids have my eyes watering and I don’t know why. They’re just stupid pictures of people I don’t know. Casey’s voice echoes in my head. It’s a punch in the gut.

Stu’s voice cuts through the static of my thoughts. “Y/n? Are you o--”

“I think I remembered something.” The admission is so low I’m surprised anyone hears it. “Randy, do you have a copy of the news article? Not the first one, the second one that lists everything found at the crime scene?”

“Yeah,” Randy admits it like it’s an apology, “In my backpack.”

“Can I see it?”

Everyone stays quiet at that. There’s an energy in the air that makes me feel as trapped as I did in the hospital. “Come on, guys, I don’t need to be babied. The pictures aren’t going to freak me out, I was kinda there for the real thing.”

“At the hospital, didn’t you say you were unconscious for most of it?” Billy’s remark earns him a glare so harsh that he moves his hands to hold them up in defense before dropping them to his side.

“Fine. Whatever. Don’t show me the newspaper, I’ll find my own copy, it’s everywhere. There’s a good chance some jag-off shoved one into my locker anyways.” Ugh--why is everyone so impossible? I turn on my heels, unsure if I’m fuming or ready to burst into tears.

I don’t even make it a full step before something locks around my upper forearm. My head snaps back as the hand’s sudden grip softens. “Come on, bug.” That leaves me hesitant. Stu called me that the day after we first met. Since then, the nickname has mainly been reserved to calm me down. I’ve asked him about it before, but he always refuses to explain it. “You’re just going to make yourself sick.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I frown. The group learned about my weak stomach early on in our friendship. My first night drinking with them ended with me throwing up in Stu’s bathroom. That wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if I was totally wasted, but I was objectively way too sober to get that sick.

There’s some underlying quality to his words. A quality that’s too knowing, too sure. He’s being more condescending than sweet. “I think I can manage.” I pull my arm away, ignoring the way his expression blanks. “I’m not a vase or a little kid, I don’t need you all treating me like I’m that unbelievably fragile.”

Stu angles his head to the side. I force myself to tilt my chin upwards in an attempt to stand my ground. I don’t fully get whatever face off we’re in, but I’ll be damned if I lose it this quickly. “Since you’re all grown up, Y/n, look at whatever you want, but don’t come crying to me about it.”

I take a step forward, indignation leaving my spine straight. “When have I ever--”

“You couldn’t even spend a few hours by yourself in a hospital.”

The unfairness of his statement forces a scoff from my lips. I take a step forward. “I didn’t ask for your help then and I’m not asking for it now.”

“Stu.” Billy’s voice is level, bordering on neutral.

At that, Stu exhales, but he doesn’t stop staring at me. “It’s fine, Billy.”

“Yeah,” Stu echoes, shifting towards me, “Y/n’s fine, she doesn’t need anyone.”

A sarcastic, half thought out reply rises up my chest and jams itself in my throat. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about how much taller than me Stu is. He’s looking down at me with an intensity that hits me straight in the stomach. Great, another feeling I don’t understand. “Whatever,” I mumble, “I need to get to class.”

The bell rings a moment after I turn. I walk to homeroom, not thinking twice about it until I’m sitting in front of an empty desk.

My face is hot, my head hurts, and Mrs. Ramirez’s announcements are drowned out by a ringing in my ears. When the bell rings, I can’t get out of the room fast enough. Normally, Stu’s around right after homeroom, ready to walk me to math.

I don’t know what that weird argument was in the hallway, but I’m not ready to deal with it yet. So even though I’m gripping the straps of my backpack so tightly it hurts, I take the long way to class. There are no memories of Casey in AP Calc AB, so this time when I sit at my desk, I can breathe.

By the time I’m pulling out my notebook, the bell rings. Mr. Williams walks to the front of the classroom, “Alright, everyone in their seat. For today’s exam, you are permitted the use of a graphing calculator.”

Shit. The test. I forgot about the calc test. Mr. Williams begins to hand out the exam. When he gets to me, I stop him, “Mr. Williams, I-I was wondering if I could possibly take the exam on another day? After the events of this weekend, I--”

“Ms. L/n, I made it clear to the entire class that I do not believe in scheduling a makeup exam the day of.”

My fingers nervously scratch at the back of my wrist. “And I understand that, and normally I’d never ask, but if you’ve seen the news--”

“Ms. L/n, do you want to take the test or would you rather me put a 0 in the grade book?”

I could scream. I want to scream, but instead, all I do is nod, “Take the test.”

And with that, he places the packet on my desk. The sound it makes feels like a death sentence. The next 50 minutes are a nightmare. I don’t remember how to do half the problems, and what I do remember, I can’t seem to do right. By the time the bell rings, I’m in full on panic mode. Mr. Williams collects the test and I leave the room like it’s on fire.

The sharp pain in my head has never been this bad. I reach my locker, unlocking it to grab my bottle of ibuprofen. I take two Advil without any water. Today totally, unbelievably sucks. I need to splash some water in my face.

The bathroom is thankfully empty. Pushing my backpack off of my shoulders and onto the counter, I turn on the sink. The water is cool against my fingers, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe. My bandaid is sticking out to me too much so I force my gaze downwards.

There’s a long abandoned copy of a newspaper on the counter. Its corners are so wet that the words at the start and end of the article are unreadable. The page it’s opened to has no photos. I’m sure if I flipped through it I’d find something listing everything the police found inside the house that night.

Stu’s earlier claim echoes in my head as I pick up the newspaper. I’m not sure if I’m more motivated by spite or the desire to answer the question in my head, but I guess it doesn’t matter, because the end result is the same. I turn the page, skimming the article. The intro is so long that I still haven’t gotten to the murder, let alone what the police found after. I flip ahead until I find what I’m looking for.

I read the section about everything that was found twice. They mention everything down to the burned jiffy pop and the tube of lipgloss Casey left in the living room. The paragraph never mentions the polaroids from the kitchen.

He took pictures of me from the crime scene.

Unease leaves my stomach in knots. The killer, who talked to me on the phone like we were best friends and chose to not kill me took photos of me.

I turn the page frantically, desperate to see if the polaroids are mentioned there. Big mistake. Casey’s photo is staring at me, but she’s not her in it. She’s hanging from that big tree in her yard and her--her intestines...

Cold sweat leaves my hands clammy. My body knows what’s happening before I do. A stall door gets thrown open just in time for me to throw myself onto my knees. Bile and whatever’s left of last night’s dinner burn as they come up my throat. I wretch.

An unexpected but not unpleasant touch is pressed into my back as my hair is pushed out of my face. More bile leaves me.

After a second passes and I don’t throw up a third time, I turn my head just enough to see who’s next to me. Billy. He doesn’t say anything at my recognition, he just moves his hand up and down my back gently.

“...I found a newspaper.”

“Yeah, I assumed after i heard the…”

He’s trailing off to be nice. I shift in order to sit cross legged on the floor. “Right. That’s fair.”

His hand stalls against my back. “I didn’t mean it li--”

“I know.” My voice is too small.

Billy moves his free hand. I don’t know what he’s doing until he’s pulling the paper away from me. I let him take the newspaper and place it somewhere on the other side of him. “Why’d you look?”

“I--earlier, I was looking at this locker in front of us and it had polaroids taped to it, and-and that made me remember that on Saturday, Casey took a bunch of pictures of me. Polaroids.” I wipe at my face with the back of my palm. "The article’s super detailed, but it didn’t mention any pictures. I-I think that means that the person took them.”

Billy’s eyebrows draw together. The corner of his mouth turns downwards. “You’re making yourself sick over this.”

“Because it’s a big deal!” My reaction is harsher than it should be. He’s being nice to me after I blew up at everyone this morning and they were just trying to be good friends. And after this, I’m in no position to talk about what I am and am not able to handle. “It’s a big deal that I’m alive and Casey isn’t.” Taking a shaky breath, I continue, “And I should--I have to make it right somehow. Casey’s dead and I’m alive because it fit whatever plot he wanted to make. It was total chance, the killer probably flipped a coin while outside of her house to pick which one of us would live and which one would end up like...” I gesture vaguely in the direction of the newspaper, “That.”

He’s quiet for so long I think he may not respond at all. His hand begins to move up and down my back again in the form of small circles. “Do you really think that?”

Shrugging, I lean into his touch. “I mean, it’s probably either that or a stalker scenario.”

“You don’t have to figure it out. Just because you’re the one that survived doesn’t mean you need to put yourself through this. Especially now. It just happened, give yourself some time.” His voice is so assuring and oddly comforting I feel my eyes water. “What’s wrong?”

Despite myself, I almost snort. “I think you know what’s wrong.”

He gives me a semi bitchy look. “Something else happened, I can see it on your face.”

Frowning, I let my gaze drop to the ground. “Am I that transparent?”

Billy moves, the hand that’s not on my back coming beneath my chin. I let him tilt my head upwards until our eyes meet. “You have no idea.”

Warmth crawls up my face. He smiles. “Fine, I’ll tell you but it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve had a really bad headache all day and then I get to first period and Mr. Williams starts talking about an exam. And that’s how I realized that I completely forgot about the calc unit test. I tried using the whole almost murdered excuse--I kinda hated myself for it, but it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t even go for it.” With a dramatic, deprecating sigh, I start to pick at a loose thread in my shoe lace. “Mr. Williams doesn’t believe in getting out of the test the day of. There’s no way I didn’t fail it, and it’s an AP class so that’s going to mess with my entire GPA.”

He doesn’t comment on my teariness or the way that I almost sniffle, he just continues to softly rub my back. The gesture is starting to feel somewhat maternal, but it’s nice. “He made you take the test?”

“Mr. Williams’ is a total asshole.”

Billy’s mouth turns upwards, “He sounds like it.” I smile, leaning into his touch. “You should go back to the doctor.” He frowns when I move away from him. “Your head hurts, you’re moody--”

“Am not.”

“Right, because that stand off with Stu earlier was like you.”

Right--that weird moment in the hallway. Great, Stu’s probably mad at me, and there’s no way that me going out of my way to not see him before math is something he’s going to take lightly. “He’s probably so mad at me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Billy says, “He can’t stay mad at you.”

I give him a look. “He’s petty.”

Billy smiles after a second. “He’ll be petty about it, but he won’t actually be mad.” Before I can respond, Billy stands, “Come on, you need to go to a doctor.”

After a second, I stand, taking his hand. “Fine.”

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Heyyy so I have a itty bitty request for you if you don't mind! I was wondering if you could write something for a reader who's getting courted by the monkeys but just so happens to be MK's mom? 👀🕶️🤏

I absolutely love the way you write them and hope to see you around more often!

-💗

A/N: certainly, thank you for the kind words! I kinda got carried away with the length (also sorry I took so long)

Characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK + female!Reader

Wukong

You didn't get along at first

You really didn't like this whole putting the world on the shoulders of your kid

however, after careful consideration, lots of stern talks with the great sage and puppy dog eyes (from both MK and his mentor) you decided to let MK keep training under the Monkey King

Your conversations with Wukong revolved around MK's progress and safety for a while

until one day it developed into more, such as his adventures from back in the day, where you worked, what happened between you and MK's dad, etc

as you got to know each other more and more, soon budding feelings began to rear their heads

When he realized this Wukong had conflicting feelings, to say the least

on one hand, you're a very nice person (not to mention attractive) and a perfect mom to MK

on the other hand, he's been alone for centuries, and he's a bit rusty

cue emotionally repressed monkey panic

after he's done having his moment, he pulls himself together and decides that he's gonna do this right.

So! he starts asking MK about you a whole lot more often

things like what sort of flowers you like, your favorite fruit your favorite color, if you talk about him at all

he thinks he's being subtle

he's not

thankfully, MK can be a bit oblivious

it only takes seeing the great sage in your kitchen one evening, looking at you a lovesick look while you laugh at something he said for MK to finally piece it together

MK.exe has stopped working

he feels weird about it at first but ultimately gives his approval to Wukong and becomes his wingman

Sometimes a family is you, your turned superhuman son, and your thousands of years old celestial monkey husband

Macaque

(before I begin, I simply have to mention that this reminds me of that one TikTok audio "come here you little jerk taste the back of my palm /but you ain't my daddy/ Nah but I'm doing yo mom")

this start is a 100 times rockier than Wukong's

You really don't like him for actively harming your son both mentally and physically

he's not very keen on you either, your mere presence alone makes it harder for him to manipulate MK

After the LBD incident, he tries to make up with you, for MK's sake

you're very hesitant, that is he apologizes for what he's done with the most genuine look you've ever seen on him.

reluctantly you give him a chance and find that he's actually a decent guy when he's not trying to kill your loved ones

you find his humor and sarcasm charming, and love it when he tells you stories with shadow puppets

he starts hanging around more often under the pretext that he's only doing it to please MK, but we all know that's not the only reason

he realized he had feelings for you when he was telling you a story and he glanced at you for a second only to see you with your attention focused solely on him with a soft smile on your pretty face

his heart skipped a beat and words got stuck in his throat

he quickly excused himself and teleported away, leaving you very confused

he rethinks his entire existence (aka emotionally repressed monkey panic 2, now with more edge!)

mentally adds up the pros and cons of getting attached™

you've been good to him thus far and he really likes MK so

congrats now you have a clingy emo monkey after you

he becomes way more physical and teases you way more often

has to hold back purrs and restrain himself from positively combusting when you return his affections

he may be smooth when he dishes them out but he can't handle being on the receiving end of things

MK doesn't catch on until he wins you over, and he finds out in the worst way possible

walking in on you two being affectionate with one another

he's a bit mentally scarred but he'll be fine, eventually

way more hesitant than he'd be with Wukong, but he comes around after you talk to him and he sees how happy Macaque makes you

he does tell the shadow demon that if he hurts you he better watch his back though

Macaque says he'd never dream to, but he gets the idea

Overall? all three of you can get used to this new family dynamic you've got going for yourselves

#lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader

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bri-to-the-future · 1 year

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We all know the original screenplay for BTTF 2 where Biff gave the almanac to himself in 1967 instead of 1955, right? Well, I thought since everyone has been making such lovely stuck in the (insert time period here) AUs, it’d be nice if someone made a…

*drumroll*

Stuck in the 60s AU!

(All credit to PotatoLord’s Picrew!)

It’s just some vague ideas right now, but i love the concept and im definitely gonna flesh it out more once Spaceman from Pluto is finished!

Here’s what i’ve got so far…

80s Doc gets arrested in Hell Valley and insists that he’ll be fine and that Marty needs to go to the 60s and get the almanac

Marty is able to get it after some difficulty (same as in screenplay) and burns it, not willing to take it with him when Doc is at risk

He still gets stop by a police officer, still doesnt have a draft card or id to prove hes a minor, and still gets arrested

He asks Goldie to put out that his name is Marty Klein and that he’s been arrested, knowing that Doc from the 60s still lives in Hill Valley as an inventor

Doc shows up with bail for him and he looks way different than Marty expected. Also, apparently hes a chemistry professor at Hill Valley Community College, which is news to Marty

He gives him a lift to the barn where the Delorean is parked, Marty giving an extremely vague (at Doc’s insistence) explanation on why he’s there on the way, but when they get there they’re both horrified to find that the Delorean is absolutely totalled ((with no 80s Doc to scare the Peabodys away, they didn’t stop at just shooting Mr Fusion and went ham on the car, rendering it completely useless, but thankfully managing to leave the Flux Capacitor in tact))

Doc says he should be able to fix most of the damage but that it will take a while, a good few months at the very least but worst case scenario Marty could be there for a year or two, and there’s no way he’ll be able to fix the futuristic device on the back (Mr Fusion) so once it is fixed they’ll need a new plan to get the 1.21 gigawatts of power, especially since the lightning strike on the courthouse was an isolated incident in Hill Valley’s history

Marty is devastated and spends the first week or so just moping around Doc’s garage and keeping Newton company but after nine days of that Doc insists that some fresh air will do him some good and forces him to come to the college with him

He was right, of course, and Marty finally starts to lighten up and have fun with him again afterwards

After classes are done Doc finally gets Marty to go get some era appropriate clothes with him but when they see Lorraine trying to keep track of an entirely too small Dave and Linda while George looks at ties they immediately turn around and walk into a different store

They’re only able to keep that up for another few days before Marty’s court date comes (who knew his Mom was so anti-war??) and she comes to congratulate him on his innocent verdict after Doc shows the court his (forged) birth certificate proving he’s a minor

When she asks if he’s related to the Marty Klein she knew in high school he tells her they were cousins who were named after the same ancestor and that Doc is watching him for a while but he’s not sure how long

Marty figures out pretty quickly that Doc takes LSD and honestly he’s not sure what to think about that

One day he walks into the living room and Doc is sprawled on the couch with his jacket off for once, clearly tripping his ass off, but Marty spots these bizarre brown lines running the length of his arms that look like scars but were definitely never there in the 80s and honestly he’s a little too freaked out to care whether or not Doc is entirely coherent right now he needs to know what’s going on

“Doc, Doc, what the hell are those?” “What?” “On your arms, Doc, whats that brown stuff!?” And Doc has the gall to look fucking amused! “They’re Lichtenberg figures, Marty. Surely you’ve seen me with short sleeves in the future? The stretch all the way to my shoulders.” Marty is shocked. “Of course I’ve seen you with short sleeves, hell, you’ve had to take your whole shirt off cause of chemical spills, but I’ve never seen those before!” But then a look of realisation crosses Doc’s face. “Oh, of course! They were caused when I accidentally became part of the circuit when the plug came undone that night I sent you back to the future, it makes perfect sense you haven’t had a chance to see them yet.” “They were caused by WHAT!?!?”

Cue Marty having a guilt induced panic attack and Doc having no idea what to do because he’s still mid-trip but eventually getting the hang of it. Once Marty’s calmed down he decides he’s not gonna touch the stuff anymore, not when it impairs his ability to care for Marty (and even when he leaves, what if this had been one of his students?? No, best to leave the stuff behind for good)

Ofc this means once he does fix the Delorean his plan to power it is much less dangerous and terrifying. … its still similar though. Doc will still blow up the safety inhibitor at the power plant and Marty will still hook onto high powered wires, just at the power plant rather than over the grand fucking canyon (the plan is still a work in progress & i havent decided how long it will take Doc to fix the deloreon yet)

When Marty gets back to 85 (now back to perfectly normal Lone Pine Hill Valley, thankfully) the first thing he does is find Doc and give him a massive hug, which he returns just as enthusiastically

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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demons: Episode Maka Pt.4 ~

*images flashing*

Usagi : (wakes up and is covered in sweat) Oh man! Not another dream. This is pretty weird after all my friends were being used as science experiments that have been a laboratory...Hey, where am I? What is this place and what I am doing here naked?

Hotaru : You are awake, Sailor Moon.

Usagi : Hotaru Tomoe. What's going on? Don't tell me you've been awake and naked as well I see.

Hotaru : You've been asleep for a long time. I had to wake you up after your friends and mine were attacked and abuse by the corruption of my father for his selfish ways.

Usagi : Professor Tomoe, your dad. What happened to him?

Hotaru : Haven't you figured it out yet, I had to wake you up after that tremendous incident in which took place about over a year.

Usagi : Like I was in some kind of coma? I don't know what's gonna happen to my world after all things bad happened in the 90s. Say, we stool look in 90s, right? Hotaru, tell me.

Hotaru : This is not the 20th century anymore. This is the 21st Century.

Usagi : 21st Century? Wait a sec, where's mom? Where are my friends and where's our--

Hotaru : Your friends are safe and so does mine, they were saved from the clutches of my father all thanks to the boys due to the marriage between Naoko and Togashi. Kaolinite was out of the question. They have been reclaimed by the detectives. Here's how it happened, after the rest of Sailor Scouts were caputred and stripped bare skin in those cultivated tanks, my father and other scientists tried to conquer Japan and the galaxy for doing selfish things in order to cover the world in darkness for Dark Nebula. But thankfully due to Naoko and Togashi's marriage, my father was finally stopped by us and that spirit detective we helped, and was exposed to the public for calling him a "heartless" traitor for what he did to our group and the people of Japan would never forgive him. When the Spirit Detective and Grim Reaper Botan scolds him for what he did to the Sailor Scouts, Hiei, the young man with the Jagan eye, executed him and we had to hide ourselves from the public and went into the shadows in order to restore our lives.

Usagi : So we've been here for over a year? So what on earth did we exactly end up here? Where's the rest of the Sailor Senshi?

Hotaru : Come, there in that room. They're waiting for you to meet them.

(scene later cuts)

Usagi : So, we're good being completely naked without our clothes on. So what did you agree with being at here sleeping for over a year by that?

Hotaru : You'll cleverly find out that it's a secret.

Usagi : So any news on what's going on? So what are we in here for? So I guess it's a secret okay.

(Hatch door opens automatically)

Usagi : Hey, isn't that...? (sees the sailor scouts completely naked while wearing hi-tech shades to look at a computerized orb full of light) I see. Hey, guys long time no see.

Minako : Oi, Usagi. You finally made it, just in the nick of time to be awake.

Usagi : Yeah, but it's been way over a year to be awake. So where is home, exactly?

Minako : What are you talking about, Usagi? This is our home, our secret home. This is the new home base that takes place on the moon.

Usagi : Say WHAAAAAAT?

[DUN! DUN! DUUUUUUUUUN!]

Usagi : Hotaru! Why did you take us to the Earth's moon!? We're currently in space! How can we survive on the moon!? There's no oxygen outside! More importantly, we can't even breathe outside in space! And did you say this is the new base?

Makoto : Sure! This is the New Sailor Senshi hedquarters! An organization led by the councils of Celestial 9.

Usagi : Celestial 9. What an interesting name for a group of people that organize the line of 9 gods from earth. What a shocking coincidence, but I think not. I think I might be going back to civilization to earth and...(turns and sees Luna in front of her) What in the actual what? Who's this lady?

[Theme of Koco - Tomoya Ohtani]

Luna : I am Luna, one of the rulers of Earth's moon and observe the entire planet earth from here on the moon.

Usagi : Rulers of Earth's moon. Where's that from, Astrologists? So being naked up here is where...

Minako : Yep. This entire place built on the moon was created by Drawcia Family Corporation since a huge amount of energy has hit the entire moon in half, so the rulers of the moon decides to restore it after a green guy and that Space Colony.

Usagi : You mean those two that destroyed the old Sailor Senshi headquaters? But the colony blasted on the moon! Why would some genius manage to use a cannon from the space colony on the moon instead of the earth?

Luna : Our headquaters on the moon was destroyed by one man that did it in that incident 5 years ago.

Rei : That was the old Sailor Senshi Hedquaters that was operated on the moon over a year until the colony's energy blast cannon destroyed when he attempted to fire it at earth. It was not until the Black Arms invasion a year ago, there were many reports that the girl named Maka Albarn was falsely accused on attacking the American public and the city of Tokyo since she wiped out 80% of Japan's population.

Hotaru : Correct. And after the second explosion occured in tokyo caused by recruited detective, Kimial Diehl. [To Usagi] I believe you might wanna put these on.

Usagi : Oh, like this. (puts on the hi-tech shades to show information from the computerized orb) Woah...this is...awesome! The orb that resembles the light, it's hi-tech supercomputer. This is all the information from various incidents and multiple reports from around the world. Near the end of the 20th century, a girl named Lain Iwakura, protag of that smash hit psyhchological sci-fi horror show Serial Experiments Lain, has beginning to link into information that knows about the world, and I was never a fan of cyberpunk or science-fiction. That's what we needed in the 20th century, but now it's in the 21st century since she was saved by a random Gundam pilot whom she saved his life, Duo Maxwell, the pilot of the dominant Gundam robot Deathscythe.

Setsuna Meioh : True. Enemy intrusion from all over the globe that there are multiple threats from the forces of True evil itself.

Haruka : The Defense Line is okay for sure, but the offensive line over the sectors are really kicking it up a notch.

Michiru : Sounds kinda cool since Professor Tomoe was executed to the public. After all, you did saved your life and saved our lives as well.

Haruka : I know it's kinda messed up of why did Professor Tomoe wanted to use us for corruption in an exchange for conquering the Galaxy in darkness.

Hotaru : Because he was one of the leeches that showed his true colors, I will never forgive him for what he has done to you all.

Michiru : Maybe you're right about this. Guess he really made the steep price to pay.

Haruka : So will you ever forgive me about turning to the dark side and tried to conquer the planet in darkness?

Usagi : I've known Yusuke Urameshi a long time since we worked together to save my friends from the corruption of Hotaru's dad. But that's okay, we forgive you. I kinda miss mom a lot ever since she noticed about Professor Tomoe's execution. I heard about what happened to the YYH crew. Togashi and Naoko's marriage had long existed since we first appeared in the 90s. My catchphrase was "In the name of the moon, I'll punish you" That's what I always said about being a superhero but despite being a magical girl, my superhero catchphrases always gets it when it comes to Superheroes.

Minako : That's what we are today. So after Professor Tomoe's execution, we Sailor Scouts got depressed and we had no choice but to hide from the public except for you. Humanity has never been so arrogant, so does our archenemies as well. I've always once been Sailor V for a period of time before I joined you guys! I was the coolest superhero in all of Japan. But some villains are men who assaults women and hurt them, including superheroes like us. That's why we superheroes must stay away from bad things, men wanted to rape Magical Girls or some have sexual desires to harm them in the way of corruption. Humans can be heartless too, you know.

Usagi : I understand. That's why we gotta stick together as a group as what it takes for us to be heroes to keep ourselves out of the shadows.

*BEEPING*

[Reunion - Kenichi Tokoi]

Hotaru : Incoming enemy intrusion from earth! The giant heartless know as Darkside is on a rampage at the city of Tokyo! We must be prepared for battle! Come on, Usagi! You're leader of our team! You gotta do something!

Usagi : Hmmm...You got it! (thumbs up) You got yourself a deal! Alright Sailor Scouts let's head to Tokyo! Because the Sailor Scouts have returned! Let's become superheroes again!

(cues Sailor Moon Transformation)

Sailor Moon : I am back from the shadows, motherf***ers! Sailor Moon has finally arrived! Let's go kill us some heartless!

"Song Goku, We sailor Scouts are back in business!"

~ Act 3 : The Sailor Senshi Returns! ~

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erigold13261 · 1 year

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>:3 more headcanons

1. Mayday and Purl Hew start purring if pet for long periods of time ( You bet thier partners take advantage of that)

2. Tatiana tried licking a curling iron when she was younger, it didn't go well

3. West and DJ love depressing county music and give each other recommendations on songs the other might like

4. Kliff has a big collection of 50's rock movies

5. Mama bit a guy in 8th grade who wouldn't stop touching her hair, he got better luckily but she hasn't told anyone since

6. Sofa chills at a cat Cafe when the crew have a day off of course Sayu merself joins in

7. Zimelu is a huge Gundam nerd and has several models, that no one is allowed to touch

8. 1010 found the old advertisements J shot for NSR and have never laughed harder, J was just embarrassed the whole time and made sure this would never be found again

1). I LOVE the headcanon that Purl makes weird or animalistic noises so much, and I can totally see May also doing that! May doesn't mind purring for her partners, Purl does and if pushed they will just leave for the night all pouty.

2). You know what? I'm pretty sure NO ONE in Tatiana's family or friend group would have a curling iron. So that literally means that Tatiana either went to a mall, hair salon, or some random person with a hair iron and licked it lol!

Also, I see her as not being hurt, so that isn't the "didn't go well part." What was though was either Joust or Quida thinking it was not hot because of Tatiana's lack of reaction and so one of them licked it, which is when things went down hill and chaos ensues!

3). Honestly, I don't see DJSS as liking country music until they hear West and Purl listening to depressing country music and he fell in love with it. Before all he heard was like the stereotypical "bad" country music that a lot of people seem to hate, so hearing a "good" country song was something else for them.

I also don't know if this counts as "depressing country" music, but I can see them all really liking Poor Man's Poison (which is Folk genre but kinda close to Country, maybe. Let me know if I'm wrong lol). I love that band so much and some of their songs are on the darker side! Purl would love "Stronger than the Whiskey" while DJSS I can see liking maybe "Pressure Cracks" or "Black Sheep" and West would really love "Georgia Law Man" and " Hell's Coming With Me."

4). I don't knoooow... Kliff doesn't seem like a rock fan to me. /j

No, but he totally would! I can see Kliff having all the major songs, vinyls, CDs, cassettes, and whatever else of all the most popular rock bands of each year/decade. Then he'd have smaller artists that he liked and then just a HUGE digital collection of all kinds of rock music too! This guy lives, laughs, loves rock!

5). I can honestly just see her punching a guy touching her hair. She knows not to bite people unless really in danger or something because she could potentially kill someone with her venom.

That being said, she WOULD bite someone to protect Papa when they were younger. It only happened once, but that kid (and other kids) never bothers Rubato after that incident ever again. It finally put a stop to all the bullying he was going through at the time, since none of the other adults would ever stop it.

And again, thankfully he got better. She doesn't like to tell that story, and Papa knows this, so it never gets told to people around her. Though I'm sure her mom would let it slip one day during a visit with Yinu probably lol.

6). Sofa, Sayu, Haym, and Yua all have weekly cat cafe meetings. Many fans await the many photos of foam cat coffee or cute deserts that the 4 put out after the outing lol.

7). The only one who would be allowed would be Eloni and that's only because he would have helped Zimelu build them lol! Other than that they are never touched and put inside a beautiful display case (I know nothing about Gundam other than it is a mecha anime lol)

8). I honestly don't see Neon making advertisements without 1010 as I see him and 1010 as starting NSR together and not like Neon started as some guard or something and then made 1010. So 1010 would definitely already know all the advertisements Neon would have made.

However! I can see them looking back to the first ever 1010 advertisements and laughing at how bad they were for the time. Neon is obviously embarrassed at how messy and awful they are, but is happy with how much he has improved.

If anything, I can see 1010 doing embarrassing advertisements at first before they finally told Neon "We don't want to do this commercial" or whatever. Now 1010 and Neon make sure they communicate if they want to do a ad, collab, promotion, etc.

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seawherethesunsets · 1 year

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Poor Woojoo, she got heartbreaks from left and right at that night and later.

Still, I'm happy that people around her are not a bunch of idiot arrogants. They care and think about her. It was very touching to see that everybody had thoughts about the incidents and behave accordingly. It was really really touching.

The break up scene. Its rawness......... Loved it. No drama no misunderstandings, just a face to face talk.

I was nervous when he entered the house and saw her mom eating (after coming back from the camping area). He was already exhausted. Glad that he finally talked. Hope he talks with his friend, too. (I saw people were happy seeing her struggle -when she got robbed etc.- I... wasn't happy. What will make happy is -> not seeing her at all.)

Yeah and I'd like to hear more about Haesung and Jun from you. We didn't talk much about them before but this week's interactions were intense, I'd like hear your thoughts.

My girl is a honest one. I was upset last week. It was hard for me to understand what was stopping her from talking. She always liked to talk bluntly but didn't do it when it comes to the most important issue. I liked her honesty this week.

Yeah... One more week and it'll be all done. I want to trust the writer(s). Break my heart or don't... but make sure to make it a satisfying one.

The unhappiness that they are feeling now is a dangerous one. I felt Sunwoo's and Jun's nervousness in my heart.

Okay... I kept crying lol. This week's episodes were a heavy one. Well directed and presented. I loved to witness each individual's reaction. Loved the rawness.

First half of ep13 wasn't that raw tho, some parts felt rushed or unnatural but the rest didn't feel like that thankfully.

Haesung freaking out about "dating a married man". When this character's hurt/serious part comes out, the air feels heavy. The actress does a great job.

The exes had a talk, too! It was good and needed.

MS. BAEK!! I loved when Woojoo said that she found her so cool. Me too, Woojoo, me too!

Jigu's light comments are so natural. I like his easy-going presence. It's interesting that I say this now, when he showed anger and matureness for the first time.

Dongjin trying to have a talk with Sunwoo because he feels so uncomfortable about the unknown heaviness... I WOULD LIKE TO CRY! Then, next episode, Sunwoo trying to make him talk about his struggles..... I WOULD LIKE TO CRY MORE!

Oh, do you think there is a meaning about the cold water and the lukewarm water that the daughters served to their mom? (other than preparing her to the bad news)

Camera showing empty places from afar. I WOULD LIKE T--

Did Woojoo try to push away Dongjin by saying she deceived and played with him? Like leading him to an idea that she was and is a villain. (In my brain, she tried to do that and what Dongjin meant by "but you couldn't take a revenge and ruin me" was "but you loved+love me". I might not be fine now ._.) Well, the whole situation might be just like before... Her pushing him to show some anger instead of staying silent.

Flashbacks... The silent cry in the car... I'M NOT FINE.

One week time skip... It was needed. But poor Woojoo and poor Dongjin... My heart is heavy.

Last week he shared his desire to run away. Now he's silently distancing himself from everything and everyone. So I'm as afraid as Sunwoo. I'm also thinking about a possibility of Woojoo and Dongjin running away together.

That moving plan! Now I feel bad for Jun, too. As he shared that he is the most comfortable with Shim siblings...

The change that the incidents brought to Haesung... Taking the role of the big sister. (searching for a house far away from Seoul and making me think about the certain three siblings who lived in rural area and commuting to work for hours)

I'm glad that man fails to fool mama Shim and daughter Shim. They don't fall for his tricks!!

Last scene... I-

What do you think will happen in that meeting?

Oh, one last note. When his mom said "I can't live without that", Dongjin's answer was "you have to live without it". Like... double meaning. [Insert meme "Poetic cinema"]

what else can I say you literally laid out the details, you are the best!!

I love how they interpret family, it's very real and relatable. jigu realising how much he loves woojoo was so sweet tho T.T

if I wasnt watching it while having dinner with fam, I'd bawl my eyes out. the end of ep 13 and ep 14 broke me.YES when they showed dongjin crying in the car,shut uppp why does it hurt so much.

they are so made for each other, no matter how woojoo tried to convince him that she's the villain, he'll be like I know you're not. we know what we had was real (FIND ME A DONGJIN)

talking about haesung and jun, that convo in ep 14 was a lot. it was very brave of haesung to lay out her feelings, and we knoow she'd do that to someone else but i think it's more impactful because they are like family and her saying she felt jealous and that's why she stayed mad at him. Despite knowing it'd sound "scary" to jun for sharing A LOT, she knew they wont break the bond. We still dont know exactly how Jun feels. He's taking it and accepting but i'm not sure if he's aware if his attention/caring is entirely platonic or is he getting romantic feelings. tbh, in the beginning I thought jun was someone who isnt interested in romantic relationships but as the eps progress, I'd think haesung is someone special for him.I'm interested to see how he takes all these in when they move out/or not.

MS BAEK is really the coolest I love her so much!!

I'd never thought about the water omg you catch on that. But I'd think it's the different approach of taking news. Woojoo is straightforward, thus cold water to imply it's not going to be comfortable but haesung wants to soothe the mum first before the uncomfortable truth..I might be wrong and might have mixed things around lolol

i just watched the preview and why is it so bleak im gonna cry pls make them happy AGAINNNNN

I KNOW omg ya your last note! i was just like adhkasgfdskf. really hope they will work things around

sending you hugs. hope you have a good rest of the week <33

#ask #call it love #❤️❤️❤️

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ctrlaltsoob · 2 years

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07. overdoing it - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty threats

a/n: i feel like this is progressing too fast help i’ll try to slow it down in the next few chapters

06. cowardice | masterlist | 08. the ointment of a flower

more under the cut [wc. 2.3k]

choi odi is the cutest thing in the world. there is no doubt about it. how choi soobin is capable of looking after such a delicate animal is beyond you. there’s just something about the way he walks around cautiously, sniffing everything around him with his cute little nose that has you constantly fawning over him. his cuteness almost makes up for that damned interaction last thursday.

it was simple. he would drop round your place with his pet, stay for 10-15 minutes to ensure that odi was happy, and then go home and leave you in peace with his hedgehog. simple.

except nothing is ever simple when it comes to choi soobin. it’s like one thing has to go wrong whenever he’s around. firstly, he brought kai with him without informing you, not that you minded of course, but due to your complete inabilities to properly interact with one another, his reliance on kai’s presence made you feel like an absolute nobody in your own home. secondly, having park sunghoon as your beloved cousin means that he randomly crashes at your place unannounced. given the fact that you had forgotten to tell him that you had agreed to look after the devil’s pet, the chaos that ensued once he noticed the beaten up pair of converse high-tops at your door gave you several unwanted headaches.

and your poor, unsuspecting mother. had she not come home early that day, the whole ordeal would’ve been five times better. perhaps even ten. the moment you heard the door unlock a second time that day, you knew you were fucked.

“sunghoon, how many times have i told you to organise your shoes — soobin? is that really you? come here!” the sirens in your head were way too loud for comfort. seeing your mother embrace satan’s spawn in her arms was definitely not on your new year’s bingo card.

how you wanted nothing more than for the ceiling to come crashing down you on right then and there. save for the panicked look on sunghoon’s face, the confused glances kai threw at you made your head spin.

“have you and y/n finally patched up again? i knew that this day would come. you know, me and your mom were talking about this the other day,” you love your mom, but you wished that she would just stop talking before things got worse. “how have you been?” the forced smile on soobin’s face made you feel like burying your head in molten lava.

before he could’ve open his mouth and make things worse, you hurriedly spoke. “mom, this is our friend kai,” you gestured towards your friend who smiled and bowed towards her. this was not how things were meant to turn out. you pointed at odi, who was roaming around in the playpen that soobin had set up in your living room. “this is the pet that i’m looking after while they go abroad. do you want me to heat up some food for you?”

“i’ve already eaten, it’s fine,” the look on her face showed that she didn’t fully believe you. thankfully after what seemed like years of questioning, your mother left the four of you behind, a thick blanket of awkwardness left in the air.

safe to say that whole encounter was cursed. to this day, your face still burns when you remember the look on his face while your mother talked her mouth off, holding his arms as she did so. you pray that kai has forgotten the entire incident by now.

soobin, on the other hand, curses his friend’s memory. sightseeing in new york was meant to be a fun activity, not a spontaneous Q&A.

“what did y/n’s mom mean by that?” the younger boy prods his friend’s side, him reeling at the sudden intrusion. soobin bites the inside of his cheek as beomgyu’s head shoots up from looking at his phone.

“what do you mean by that?”

“when we dropped off odi at her house, her mom came home and said something like ‘have you and y/n finally made up?’ she even hugged him and shit,” kai blinks at soobin, who was now trying his hardest to avoid the prying eyes of his two friends.

damn you, huening kai. “it’s nothing. she was probably referring to the prom incident,” he replies rather stiffly, despite his best efforts to remain neutral.

“you still haven’t explained that, by the way.”

beomgyu, who was now watching agony and discomfort creep into his friend’s facial features, as opposed to the usual anger and disgust when talking about you, clears his throat and points at his phone. “the museum’s about to close soon, so if we want enough time to go around and see all the artwork then we should go now.”

“alright,” kai shrugs, throwing one last confused glance in soobin’s direction. “i’ll go get the others.”

watching as kai’s figure gets lost in the crowd, beomgyu nudges his shoulder against his clearly agitated friend. “she still remembers, you know.”

he sighs. “i know.”

sometimes beomgyu pities his helpless friend. seeing the way that soobin picks at his finger nails while bouncing his knee up and down makes him feel almost sorry for the man. “you know you can just talk it out, right?”

“i don’t want to.”

now beomgyu sighs. why is his friend so stubborn? all this unnecessary sad shit, and for what? isn’t it so much easier if people just talk? for such an intelligent man, choi soobin truly lacks common sense.

“leave me alone. stop judging me,” soobin mutters, rubbing his eyes as he finally turns to glare at him. “i can hear your thoughts from here.”

“well if you can tell that i’m judging you, then maybe you should listen to your conscience and fucking talk to her. i feel like i’m watching a shitty drama,” beomgyu deadpans, soobin scoffing throwing him further into utter disbelief. “your life would be so much easier if you used that head of yours and thought for once.”

“i don’t need to talk to her, and i don’t want to talk to her,” to beomgyu, the grimace on soobin’s face as he says this makes his word’s slightly less believable. “she irritates me. i irritate her. we don’t need to talk, simple.”

“you’re so fucking stupid,” beomgyu resists the urge to physically face palm right then and there. “you say you don’t get along but it seems like you still trust her enough to let her look after odi.”

“that’s a different story.”

“is it?”

soobin shuts his mouth as quickly as he opens it to speak. of all places, why did beomgyu have to tear him to pieces in the middle of times square? all this questioning was beginning to make him prefer kai’s sudden curiosity. he buries his head in his hands, unwilling to hear anything else his friend had to say.

“just leave me alone,” he mumbles. why was his head suddenly spinning? it’s just you that they’re talking about. “we’ll sort it out someday.”

“we’ll?”

soobin groans. “no i meant—“

“you know, she called herself odi’s mom,” beomgyu begins, cutting him off completely. “and if you’re his dad, and she’s his mom, then essentially—“

“for the love of God, give it a rest, beomgyu,” soobin loves his friends, but beomgyu was driving him to his wits end. he doesn’t know why he agreed to have you as odi’s baby sitter without much of a fight, nor does he know why throughout this entire trip, his mind has always drifted to you. he also doesn’t know why at every mention of you, he feels lightheaded. he tells himself that’s just how much you piss him off; you piss him off so much to the point where his head spins and his palms get sweaty. maybe he feels his face flush and his heart beat a little too fast for his liking whenever your face gets too close to his as you threaten him, but that’s just part of the experience, right?

beomgyu can see the internal conflict brewing in soobin’s mind. does he feel bad about causing such calamity between his two friends? maybe, but he justifies it by saying it’s about time that they put this silly little rivalry behind them and become friends. well, perhaps not friends, but at least civil acquaintances. it’s for the benefit of their whole friend group really — beomgyu has made it his goal to see the first peaceful group outing this year, with both you and soobin not throwing insults at each other’s throats, not threatening to rip each other’s heads off, and not storming out for ten minutes and then coming back to start the cycle all over again. on behalf of your group, he just wants you two to be friends. bonus points if you become friends that end up kissing — preferably not in front of him though.

but that’s a plan for another time.

the small seed of doubt beomgyu’s been planting for some time seems to have grown into a little sapling. he can see throughout the trip how soobin has to physically stop himself and think about what he’s doing. does beomgyu know for sure that he’s thinking about you? no, not really, but the way that he spends a little too long in the giftshop by the flower-themed section helps confirm his hunch.

“soobin, why are you taking so long?” sunwoo complains, walking over to his six foot something friend with several bags in his hands. “who’s this even for? don’t tell me you’re simp shopping.”

a quick glare is thrown in his direction. “this is for my mom, you sewer rat,” he rolls his eyes. sunwoo looks at his friend weirdly, the slightly stumped expression on soobin’s face throwing him off.

“you don’t remember your mom’s favourite flower? what type of son are you?” sunwoo checks his watch, ignoring the prominent scowl on his face. “just call her. we need to go soon.”

soobin’s head shoots up at his suggestion. “i can’t,” there’s an unreadable expression on his face, as sunwoo stares at him clearly confused. “we’re abroad, and it costs more or something.”

now beomgyu can tell that something’s definitely up. money isn’t an issue for choi soobin, especially not when he’s bought a different sim card purely for this trip. there would be no reason for him to be unable to call someone, especially if it’s his own mother.

sunwoo shrugs at him. “well just hurry up. yeonjun’s hungry and taehyun needs to piss. he refuses to use the toilets here because they’re disgusting,” he scrunches his nose, also disgusted by the state of the facilities. for such an expensive place, sunwoo thinks that the toilets should at least be of a satisfactory condition.

“yeah, i’ll be done in like, five minutes,” soobin waves his hand dismissively, almost trying to shoo him away so he could make up his mind. would it be better to get one bracelet of each type of flower, or one bracelet and one keychain? what flowers were they again?

beomgyu hasn’t seen his friend at this level of thought for quite some time now. he thinks it’s sweet that he’s putting in this much thought for… his mother, was it? he watches as soobin selects a blue bracelet adorned with small flowers, and a keychain of a bouquet of another type, an apprehensive look on his face as he looks at the two souvenirs. whoever this was to be gifted to was lucky. the shop was insanely overpriced.

as soobin taps his card on the reader, he can’t help but wonder if he’s doing too much. it’s just a simple thank you, he tells himself as the cashier gives him the bag. what’s wrong with saying thank you? after all, his mother always taught him to be grateful and repay those around him.

“how grand of you, choi soobin,” beomgyu muses as he looks down at the bag of souvenirs he carries. “what flowers did you pick out?”

“forget-me-nots and tulips,” he pauses, noting how his friend eyes him up and down suspiciously. “they’re for my mom.”

“for your mom?”

“yes.”

“something tells me you’re not telling the truth.”

“well i am, believe it or not,” soobin huffs, eyes suddenly interested in the setting behind him. “let’s go find some food before jun eats a lamppost or something.”

was he overdoing it? sure, he might’ve picked the wrong flowers, and perhaps he may have spent a little too much money, but if his beloved pet was being kept safe for nearly a whole month by someone else, then it would be cruel for him to not say anything. there’s nothing wrong with this, right? it’s just a harmless way of him showing gratitude for you.

wait a minute. gratitude for you?

choi soobin must have been replaced. why the hell was he showing gratitude towards you, of all people? the soobin six months ago wouldn’t have even thought about you, let alone have bought two whole souvenirs from an overpriced giftshop in another country.

and to make matters worse, the thought of you rejecting his offering gnaws at his gut. as he follows his friends to the chosen restaurant of the night, he bumps into a random person on the street. so what if you reject his gift? why the fuck was he suddenly overthinking everything?

yeah, he’s definitely gone insane.

#choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #soobin fic #soobin smau #txt fic #tomorrow x together #social media au #ficscafe

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DBH new ending part 2

Update: The english version just came out and we got the name for Chance's little brother. Ron will be renamed to Seth (Se for short). S already is used for selena so i had to use the next best option here. I will leave his name for the current parts but from part 3 onwards he will get his real name instead of this. and yes, Nicole's kids has his name translated as well but i keep him Named bully. Fits him better

so obviously nicoles kids has been born already as has Selena's. N's kid is still the normal bully kid as in the normal ending. And since we dont know the English name of sel's kid we will call him Ron.

We are starting off with nicole and julie playing with the babies including ron bc sel got pretty busy with some issues in the bar and nicole offered to watch ron with the other young kids. Ron isnt much of a fan of Na for some reason. And he doesn't hang around bully either. Thankfully chance knows his little brother best and helps out where ever he can. Ct is still being a fucking brick to our sweet boy, but what else is new. Na starts showing some symptoms of her needing her treatment but bc bully is being his usual self he cant stand it that the grown ups pay attention to her at this moment.

Chance went up with julie while aida and ct try to comfort him. We all know they would do that. (I wont even need to explain why if you are a long time reader) anyway, j asked c to do certain tasks. By that time na already has been grwon to a toddler, and gets very whiney when ut comes to this procedure. Chance tries to calm her down with a song that sel sings to ron and it works for a good minute until the machine does its thing. But after that she stopped crying eventually and they went back down. Ron tries to reach c and he is all content when he was finally picked up.

After c went home with his brother per pick up The adults talk about some boring stuff about their jobs. Bc that nonsene needs to be in there in the majority of the chapters as far as i know from this book lol. C & r arrive home right b4 they had dinner. Mitchell informs him that his mom might not be able to attend but to his surprise his dad will. By then their relationship has gotten way better than a few years ago. E even calls him his son once in a while. While the guys eat, c told him about the incident with bully and na aswell. After hearing what happened E was in thinking of something but b4 he could tell him what his opinion was a interrupted by a tiny light turquoise tiger. Her name is Lolly and is the same bot as tigger was. Just as a girl and more confident. She asked her 'big brother' why he hasnt brought her along. C told her about his day as well and e just stopped trying to get his attention.

Next moring levi and chance were going to school. They are still very good friends but they usually hang around their own group of friends. The day goes on without a hitch and the 2 boys wait for their rides. Fisher was on a trip with his own parents, after they and n proswayed him to go. He didn't want to go at first, bc that would mean to leave bratty and bully behind. But in the end he went with them.

The 2 Boys wait ouside for their rides. And they finally see Mt driving around the corner. After the kids said their goodbyes, c went inside the car. But b4 they could drive home someone called out to them. It was Aida (Ai for short) with lv's little brother. Ai and Mt talked for a bit b4 her attention went back to c. C wasnt sure what she wanted from him so he asked her what she wanted to tell him. She cut to the chase and asked what this song was that he sang to na last time. Na seemed to calm down the ebst with it where as other song barely did the trick. They tried looking it up on the internet but to no avail. C just told her that his mom (Selena) made up a Melodie and some lyrics bc r wasnt cooperating very well when he needed to sleep. He heared it so many times that he doesn't need to think about it too long. If his parents have their usual bickerings or are getting some much needed rest from the parenting, he would step up as a big brother and sing it to him. That's why r has become so clingy forwards his older sibling and basically became his comfort person as well.

Ai asked if he could write it down or make a recording of the song. Na has been at her worst since the last few treatments and k was somehow making it worse. C promised that he will do that when he has done his homework. And just as he promised, after he had dealt with his housework he was thinking to just scan the texts and send them to the Stanton's. But went against the idea in case they didnt know the rest of the melody. He went to sel, who was prepearing some afternoon snacks in the kitchen, c asked her if he could record her singing to the song so that he could send it to Na's family. But sel had a better idea. She asked why they wont just do it together. As a duo they make it the ebst after all in her opinion. Said and done, they recored their song on his phone and send to them as well.

A few days later, the Ferguson family got invitrs to a party that was held by some business partner of e. They talked a bit with the guests there and eventually run into n and her dad. Not much going on there other than n thanking s and c for their help with the lullaby. E wasnt aware of it up until now so he was surprised they didnt tell him about it. S gave him a snarcky remark, as she does ^^, and we cut to bratty and ct where they help taking care of the house. Bratty continues being a pouting crapbag, and ct just ignores the obvious red flags.

some time passes by and Na and bully have grown into 5 year olds by then. The kids get ready for their day in kindergarten. Bully isnt much different from the original. He still is bratty's little clone, & na has finally her medicine that she would take a few times a day. N makes sure that everything has been done until they hear a car coming. Na gets all excited and gets to the door first. Mt was waiting with c and lv to pick them up, for their way to school is also passing by their kindergarten building. Over time na has gotten close with the 2 boys while she and bratty had rather a rocky relationship. She never liked ultraman and if they played w/ each other she rather wanted to play a girl role rather than a superhero. And the show was to loud for her as well. So to say that they weren't the bestest of friends wouldnt be a lie.

With c on the other hand, she could play as a princess all day long. R was still not interacting a lot w her even tho c & s tried their best to make it fun for everyone involved. But unfortunately r & na never got along. At least they acknowledge eachothers presence unlike with bully. They try to ignor him to a normal extend. He really is a freaking menace to them & other kids.

back outside the stanton youngins ride in the car. While bully does his own thing na tells her 2 cousins (chance might not be blood related but they still call him that) about her weekend. Out of no where lolly and tigger came out of their hiding places . lolly was in c' backbag and tigger in Na's handbag. Noone knew that they snuck in with them either. Gg and ll (tigger and lolly respectively) started talking and laughing together in the car so loud that even mt noticed the Racket. But bc they were already so close to their first destination he just kept quiet.

Back at the Ferguson's house. E is still working in his office bc he (partially) watches over R while s has a nap after watching him for hours on end. He helped her but his work alsways keeps him busy. At first s was skeptical about him handeling a toddler and company at the same time, but she was to tired to put up a fight. There have been a few times where he was at his wits end but e would find a solution after a long time thinking about it. There were monets he wished that c was stilled homeschooled so that he cohld help with his brother. He and his wife know how well the 2 boys get along. at the beginning s wanted r to go to a very good kindergarten nearby or even go with the Stanton kids. But e wasnt for it, she doesnt know but the reason he didnt want him to be with the other 2 younger kiddos was bc of bully.

He had noting against Na, he liked her well enough. But something always mad him feel uneasy when he sees him around his or their families. Back when c told with the incident when his son visited them, he wanted to ask a few questions but bc of his 'Daughter' he forgot it over time. Yes, he treates ll as his own kid, loke n does with gg (somewhat). He dottes on her and even makes sure to give her gifts on her bday (her activation day)

some backstory for those who want to know about ll ^^

they went to the lab with c where they manufacture and prepare the robots afyer a few months had passed. Like n did with gg. E wasnt originally going to come along. But with some persuasion of s and c he caved in. S's belly was still growing from her baby inside her. Grant showed them their models and some of the new plans in case they wanted to transfer their bots conscious into the newes versions. The fam checkes out a good bunch of the smaller bots but they didnt really seem to like them as much as tigger. E still liked him even after gg told him about his mistake. He was on N with this, that he wasn't to blame, although he wished that he could have known about his mistake, bc he felt really embarrassed thinking back on their interactions w/ each other. but he realized if he would have changed his actions back then he might have not met s and they wouldnt be as happy as they are now. The 3 fergusons gey to an other room and there they saw other animals this time. Aside of little tigers, there were bears, kittens, puppies and even some differenr kind of birds.

grant tells them that they had requests comming in for other animal bots. Some liked birds more than felines while others would rather have something forest related. But c still wantes to have a tiger so they dont feel out of place when they meet gg for the 1st time. They finally fond a good model after some recommendations from the workers. The bot they showed last was a light turquoise Tiger bot with small white paws and a white belly. What they liked about her tho was not the color of the fur and such but her eyes. They were almost sky blue with a sea blue gradient. they turned her on and her personality was determined on the ppl in the room and the bots installed ai. And her personality was what they were hoping for. A polite girl with some fun elements for the kids. She was smart but also very cuddly forwards the 3. She even knew how far she could go with the snuggles and talking depending kn who she was with. E wasnt really a hugger so she sat on his shoulder most of the time. But with s she could go in her handbag and snooze. They bought her after they finalized their contract and their ID installment. When they got home they showed her the baby room with the crib inside. Ll was exited to hear that she gets a bby brother after some more waiting. C was allowed to choose her name, bc he was the one who wanted to have this bo. But also bc s knew he wanted to be a part of the decision as well. C thought of some names days prior and called her lolly. E was not exactly a fan of it and the 2 compromised tha her full name would be Lolita Bethany Anna Ferguson. S was so over it and was trying evrythin to make them change their decision. But e always wantes a girl, while he loved his upcoming bby boy, and obviously c as well, if they had a girl she would have been one of those 2 names. But they promissed to call her Lolly as a nickname. lolita was just a name so that it works with the name lolly.

c introduced ll to hjs friends in school once, and while lv wasnt in the same class as him, he still came to visit a few times of he gets bored. There he saw ll for the 1st time and was impressed that she was so well behaved. He had visitee the lab a few times but sometimes he would meet some wild action animals running on thw floor w/o any care. C asked if he could visit his family to let them meer his new siste, to which lv was not hesistand to agree to his request. A few days later S and c came to the Stanton's, for their usual playdate with r and na. N wasn't around bc she was in the hosp for she got her baby a few weeks ago. S was worried that she would stay for so long. But j calms her friend down, telling her that ct wanted to be on the safe side for his second kid, but they promissed to video call later that day to see the tiger girl. Ll got to eet thw humans first and had soem fun playing with c and little Michael. Yes, he is back and finally over his creepy crush on n. He brought his current gf with him. We dont need ro name her, LM changes his gf every few months or so. He became a playboy of sorts and he doenst get flag for it as much as we hope he would.

I have to keep it somewhat book canon, otherwise it will just be a silly fanfic 😋😅 He and ct arent as close as b4 since he studied abroad but he still keeps up with their lives in a way. When S and c left their home it was getting very late. They lost track of time and had to getbhome fast. As they arrived home, e was already waiting for them on the sofa asking what they had for breakfast to them be so irresponsible. Ll took it into her own paws to defend her mom and big brother. E was astounded by her arguments, wondering how a weeks old roboter can be so smart. After dinner they s got a call on her ipad, as she saw the id name she called the boys (and girl) over. N and ct were in the hosp, n laying in her bed and ct sitting on the night stand. The fergs congratulated on their new born and when n asked for their newest member ll wasnt shy to jump scare them. Ct wasnt happy for the sudden appearance but n was just laughing after she got over her little scare. Tigger then crawled up the bed and the 2 clicked immediately. The 2 bots talked more than the humans did and they had to close the call for them to stop. After they said they goodbyes and gratulated again on their new baby.

Part 3 next

#nicole #stanton #Nicole Stanton #Eric #Ferguson #Eric Ferguson #altenative #alternative ending #Heiress #Billionaire Heiress #Divorced Billionaire Heiress #Selena #Chance #DBH #Original is trash #Better ending

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“But I’m Feeling Much Better Now, Part Two”

I vividly remember my first day of grade school. I sat at a small wooden desk in the front row, second row in from the right-hand side of the room (when facing the blackboard). The room was huge. It had a high ceiling, a light blue and green speckled tile floor, and a row of tall windows in the south wall. I sat up straight and looked directly forward the entire time, listening intently to the teacher. It was like I was frozen in place, unable to turn my head to look around the room or at any of the other kids. Saying that I did not transition well from home life to school life is an understatement. I did not adjust to school well at all. I hated it from the very first day. I would have rather been at home playing and drawing – anywhere other than that horrible place. I desperately wanted to leave.

I had several bullies in grade school. All of them teased me and picked on me relentlessly because I was shy, quiet, and – I didn’t find out until many years later – because I allegedly wore the best clothes in school. They were also jealous of me because I could draw. Kids enjoyed making fun of my name. It turns out that my first name rhymes with a lot of words, such as “hairy,” “scary,” and my bullies’ personal favorite, “fairy.” As for my last name, “Dumpsey” was the one used most frequently. Besides making fun of my name, the bullies would also do typical bully stuff like tripping me and shoving me around. One specific incident I remember was when one of them poured a plastic Easter egg full of gravel on my head during recess. I spent the rest of the day trying to dig the gravel out of my scalp.

Every morning during the winter, while waiting at the bus stop, older kids played “keep away” with my hat, usually my favorite black-and-yellow Batman stocking hat. I hated riding the school bus. Even the sight and sound of it filled me with dread – that long, mustard yellow monster bearing down on me and those loud, squeaky brakes when it came to a stop in front of me. Besides being another place where kids could tease me (like trying to block me from finding a seat), it represented the vehicle that would take me to the place I hated most in the world. One morning, I got brave. I got off the bus when it got to the school, and I walked all the way home. Tom wasn’t very happy when I rang the doorbell, and he had to drive me back to school before work. I remember him yelling at me while he was hopping around, trying to pull on his pants.

Starting in the second grade, I developed a nervous habit where I would twist the hair on the top of my head and yank it out due to stress and anxiety from both home and school. I eventually pulled out so much hair that I gave myself a huge bald spot. It eventually grew back in, thankfully. The last thing I needed was something else for my bullies to tease me about (FORESHADOWING!). It was also during the second grade that a school counselor strongly suggested to my mom that I be taken to a psychologist because of my huge interest in Star Wars. She thought something must have been wrong with me since, as she put it, no one could like something that much. I was interviewed by one of my fellow classmates for the school newspaper because I was “famous” for being able to draw. But whenever the kid approached me on the playground about doing the interview, I always ran away. I was shy and didn’t want to be interviewed. But after doing that for a couple days, a teacher finally intervened and forced me to do it. We went back to the classroom to conduct the interview. I agreed to do a small drawing of R2-D2 to include as an example of my artwork for the article. My drawing turned out terrible. I still have a memory of drawing it at the time and thinking, even then, how bad it turned out. I had to draw it really fast, right in front of the teacher and the kid interviewing me. This is my favorite line from the article: “When people bother him, he kind of gets mad.” Nothing’s changed. Every summer, I would enter one of my drawings in the local fair at the fairgrounds, which was always held shortly before the new school year began. I never won anything more than an Honorable Mention ribbon. The reason I never won anything higher is because the judges didn’t think I drew it. They always told my parents that they thought it was traced. They didn’t think someone my age could draw that well. I was the resident artist and Star Wars expert in grade school. Those were the two things I had going for me. But one year, a new kid moved to town who could also draw and who also knew a lot about Star Wars. Long story short, we didn’t get along, at least not at first (for a fictionalized version of the story, read "Foe or Friend?").

I attended a weekly music class with the rest of my classmates during my first few years of grade school. Once there, the teacher would pick one of the students to play a small string instrument called an “autoharp” (I had to look that one up). Being who I was, I didn't want to get up and play in front of the rest of the kids. Miraculously, I managed to avoid having to ever play it. Whenever she asked if everyone had a turn, I avoided eye contact and played dumb. I don’t know if that is what actually worked to get me out of it or if the teacher, knowing how I was, knew I didn’t want to go up there. Unfortunately, there was one time when I was unable to get out of playing an instrument. I had to take two huge silver cymbals and provide the “crash” sound at the end of the song for the big finale. Leave it to me to get it wrong. Instead of slamming the cymbals together and then quickly pulling them apart to let them vibrate, I slammed them together and stopped. I couldn't do anything right, no matter how simple.

I was invited to take a test that was only for the smartest kids in class. It was given to us for the purpose of seeing if we were smart enough to participate in a special “advanced education” program. Besides myself, three of my friends were also chosen: Steve, Becky, and Julienne (pronounced “joo-LEEN”). The room where we were tested was an old or unfinished bathroom painted light blue. It reminded me of one of those houses at an A-bomb test site out in the middle of the desert. I remember there being either a shower or a bathtub in the room, as well as a few large stalls where toilets would go. That’s where we took the test, each of us in a separate stall. I don’t remember what the instructions were, but I remember being given a piece of white typing paper, a small, oval-shaped piece of red construction paper, and some crayons. I drew the head and upper body of Darth Vader on the piece of typing paper. The oval made out of red construction paper reminded me of the shape and color of Spider-Man’s head, so that’s what I made it into, drawing on the webbing and the black-and-white eyes. After the test was over, the teacher took my two drawings and glued Spider-Man's head over Darth Vader’s head. Why did she do that? Did I not hear the instructions correctly? I have no idea if I passed the test or if I was accepted into the program. If I did, I have no memory of it.

While I may have been considered one of the smartest kids in class (or at least showed some potential for being gifted and talented), I had a little trouble with reading and a really hard time with math. I could read well enough. It’s that I was having trouble reading what I didn’t want to read. If I had to read something lengthy or something I wasn’t interested in, I had a horrible time getting through it. I was an avid comic book reader, but when it came to reading prose, I didn’t do very well. I think I was drawn (no pun intended) to comics due to the art, since I was an artist myself, and because they were short. Prose was just so dry and drawn out (again, no pun intended; okay, maybe a little). Reading books took so long. They were a huge time commitment. I didn’t have the patience. I even tried passing off a couple comic books I’d read as books for book reports. I remember having to redo one since my third grade teacher, Mrs. Bachmann, thought the report I’d turned in was on a book I’d already done a report on before. It wasn’t, but she thought it was (I didn’t want to prove that they were two different books because that would mean having to show her the books and revealing that it was actually a comic book). I distinctly remember coming back from recess and reading the teacher’s note at the top of the book report, telling me I had to do it over. I was sitting at my desk, hunched forward, trying to hide the tears welling up in my eyes. I don't remember how much longer I got away with passing off reading comic books for book reports instead of “real” books, but it probably didn’t last much longer after that. Math was probably my worst subject. In the third grade, I used to hide a ruler under my desk to try and help with subtraction, using it to count down from one number to another to give me the answers. For example, “What is 12-7?” I’d put my finger on the twelve and see how many numbers it would take to get down to seven. I’d move my finger down the ruler, counting: one, two, three, four, five. It took five numbers to get from 12 down to 7. So the answer would be “5.” It sucked having to do that, but I did what I had to do to get by. A couple grades later, we were taught the multiplication tables. But unlike most of the other students, I couldn’t recite them, no matter how hard I tried. They just wouldn’t stick. My friend Steve was one of the smartest kids in the class, especially when it came to math, so the teacher, Mrs. Urbanac, had him assist her by taking each student aside individually and quizzing them on how well they knew the tables. I didn’t have them memorized, so I tried to quickly do the multiplication in my head for each number he tested me on, speaking only the answers out loud. (For example, if he said “eight,” I’d say, “Eight.” Then I’d multiply eight times two in my head and say, “Sixteen.” Then I’d multiply eight times three in my head and say, “24.” And so on.) It was slow, but it worked. Barely. Steve let me squeak by. Math may not have been a subject that came easy to me, but I did find one that did: spelling. The teachers organized a spelling contest for the students from both sixth-grade classrooms. Around 80 kids competed. It came down to two students: me and Steve. It went back-and-forth between the two of us for quite a while, neither of us missing a word. But it finally ended in a draw after one of the teachers came up with the longest word she could find in the dictionary, which neither of us came close to spelling correctly. It may have been a tie, but I still considered it a huge victory, proving I was equal in intelligence to the smartest kid in class in at least one subject.

My sixth grade teacher had us read The Hobbit as a class project. The teacher loaned each of us our own copy to read. We would read a chapter each night, and then we’d discuss it (or be quizzed on it) the next day. Filled with action, adventure, swords, sorcery, dragons, and treasure, I finally found a book I liked – one that was fun to read and easy to get through. The project started well, but it quickly fell apart. There were some kids, like myself, who really liked the book and kept reading further ahead. Other kids fell behind. If the teacher had given strict instructions not to read ahead, I think the project would have worked out better and everyone would have enjoyed it more. If nothing else, it helped me overcome my aversion to reading novels – at least a little. After we finished with The Hobbit, I tried reading the first “Lord of the Rings” book on my own (The Fellowship of the Ring), but it was too long and dense for me to get through at that age. I wouldn’t try again for twenty years (but I made it that time).

My friend Becky had five dollars stolen from her desk in the sixth grade. I appointed myself detective-for-a-day, discovered who stole the money, apprehended them, and turned them into the teacher (for a fictionalized version of the story, read "Playground P.I.").

I started putting on weight in the fourth grade (which my bullies also made fun of, naturally), due to the stress from school and the tension at home from Tom’s affairs. I ate a stack of toast every morning before school. I used to be a skinny kid who ran a lot, but I became less and less physically active from that point on. By the sixth grade, I started wearing a light blue hoodie to try and hide my weight problem. I had an ongoing struggle with one teacher in particular, Mrs. Ruch (pronounced “rush”), who, each and every day, told me to take it off. She would stop class and wait for me to go and hang it up before class could resume. That was embarrassing and humiliating. Every day, I’d hope she wouldn’t notice or that she would forget. She never did.

I was forced to go to camp with my sixth-grade class. I was the only kid who didn’t want to go. I even tried to get out of going. I didn’t succeed. I wish I’d tried harder. Unlike everyone else, I wasn’t interested in camping, fishing, or any other outdoor activities. But after a private meeting between me, my mom, and Mrs. Ruch, I finally gave in and went. My objections wouldn't have mattered anyway; There would have been no way Tom would have allowed me to stay home. My time at camp was, surprise, surprise, completely miserable. I hated every second of it. I was so tense, I couldn't poop for days. And since we were in the Pacific Northwest, the theme of the camp revolved around the legend of Bigfoot. The adults (including the school principal) and the counselors who ran the camp even went so far as to dress up in a Bigfoot costume to try and scare the kids every night, both in the cabins and around the campfire. That certainly didn’t help make my time there any more enjoyable. The trip to camp was made unimaginably worse because of my eating limitations. While everyone else was treated to hot dogs and hamburgers, I had to suffer through the alternative. I remember asking the lunch lady for a hot dog bun that I could put ketchup inside (which was something I regularly ate at home). But when I asked, she just stared at me like I was a mental case. Instead, she suggested a peanut butter (and no jelly) sandwich, which was also available but, of course, no one else ate. I choked down that dry, bland sandwich while everyone else was having the time of their lives. I can still taste that awful sandwich. As if going to camp wasn’t bad enough, we had to put on a show for the parents about our time at camp when we got back. We had to sing songs and read poetry, standing in front of a hundred adults, with me trying to pretend I had a fun time there like everyone else who went.

I passed the sixth grade and would move on to junior high that fall. I thought grade school was bad. I had no idea8how much worse life was going to get.

To be continued...

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Here to Decay

William Afton/Springtrap x GN!Reader

Warnings: gore, blood, fnaf spoilers, death, being spring locked

A/N: Alright I caved

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It was getting annoying really.

Every good few years or so a new attraction would open up containing the oh-so infamous name Freddy Fazebear. Hell, you could even remember your mom talking about Fredbears family Dinner. Before they sold out to become Freddy Fazebears Pizzeria after the incident. They also got rid of the spring lock suits and replaced them with 4 new animatronics. Your mother use to take your sibling to Fredbears dinner before they shut down and didn't even bother taking you to Freddy Fazebears after 5 children had gone missing.

After people had stopped coming in fear of their kids going missing, the owners of the place who you believed were William Afton and Henry Emily tried coming up with a new idea, but not soon after the first Fazbear closed, William had gone missing and no one had ever seen him again. It was like he had just vanished off the face of the earth.

After William had gone missing, Henry had tried to fix his reputation by making a brand new Fazbears. The animatronics there were named after the original Fazbear animatronics except they had "Toy" in the beginning. In your opinion, you liked the original four better even if you couldn't remember them that well as it seemed like these were only catering to helicopter parents who wanted to make sure everything was in order for their 'precious angels'.

That didn't last long either after a security guard who was supposed to keep watch of the animatronics was found brutally murdered. His skull was so caved in that they had no idea how to identify him. Thankfully, a log in the office showed who was working that night. No one could find any fingerprints on him, but what they did find was much more unsettling. Bloody footprints were found from the body to the Toy Bonnie animatronic. Once getting a closer inspection, they noticed all the brain matter and crushed pieces of skull embedded inside his feet. They ruled his cause of death an accident cause it was only a robot, but that didn't mean the Fazbear team was off the hook. His family sued, and they won.

They closed down once again after that, and only now were you hearing about your guessing, Henry's last-ditch effort to save his company by making what's now known as Fazebears Frights. You wish he would just give it a rest but who were you to tell him what to do? If he wanted his reputation to be run to the ground once more, it was his problem. The thing that annoyed you the most was that it was the only place in town hiring.

You recently got fired from your job after catching your boss stealing money from the company. You tried to tell the CEO of your district but were ignored. Your boss was well respected, so you didn't know why you tried. After hearing the fateful words, you finally let out the venom-filled words that you wanted to say from day one before flipping them both off and leaving the room to collect your stuff. You haven't stepped foot in any of their stores; if you were to pass it, you would flip off your ex-boss if you see him from the store window.

Even though it felt nice to sit around and relax after always working almost every day at your old job, you knew that you needed a new one if you wanted to pay rent on time and keep your apartment. You had tried to get other jobs, but all jobs you had attempted to get you were either declined, or you turned down after realizing what a shit show management was. So in a moment of weakness, you grabbed your phone and began to dial the number that showed up on the TV screen.

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You had gotten a call from Henry himself not long after you made your first call. Not to your surprise, he sounded tired and worried, knowing this was his last chance. Even if he tried to sound happy through the phone, you saw right through him.

"Thank you so much for calling Fazbear Frights! I'm so excited to inform you that you have gotten the job! Would you like to come in tomorrow for an interview?" Against your better judgment, you agreed to meet him tomorrow.

You searched around your apartment for clothing choices for tomorrow's interview before more questions popped into your head that you should have asked when you agreed to meet him at the job site. Couldn't, But you figured you could wait until tomorrow to ask such questions.

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The drive to Fazebears Fright wasn't far, but it certainly was not the most pleasant car ride you've had. From the pictures shown on tv, the place looked abandoned almost. It seemed like moss started to take root in the sidewalk in front of it, cracked cement and bricks, and hell, even one of the lights that lit up the sign didn't work. You didn't know whether that was for an added scare or was it really that bad.

You realize that the commercial wasn't kidding, and it did precisely look like it was falling apart once you parked in the parking lot. Weeds started popping out of the cracked tar as litter was seen everywhere you looked. They could have at least cleaned up the trash. They really let this place go to shit after everything.

The sound of a door opening made you snap your head in the direction of the front door, where you saw a man who looked much too young to be Henry himself. With a questioning look on your face, you asked him who he was and where Henry was.

He told you his name was Micheal and that Henry had gotten ill and wasn't able to interview you himself. You mentally rolled your eyes but kept a calm demeanor.

Micheal held the door open for you as he let you go in first before shutting it behind you both. You raised an eyebrow before he started the questions.

Have you ever worked for Fazebear Entertainment? No.

Have you done any illegal activity in the past 90 days? Not that you were aware of.

There was much more, but those were the only ones you actually remember answering as he just kept asking question after question. Thankfully after 10 minutes of questions, he hired you on the spot and gave you your uniform, telling you that your first shift would be tonight as a security guard. All you had to do next was sign a contract. Annoyed with all the questions, you just signed it before following him.

He showed you to the bathroom where you could change. He said he'd stand outside while you changed, but after looking at the bathroom, you didn't even want to change in the grime-induced filth that they were. But you needed this job, and even if it made you want to barf, you took a deep breath and began to change, trying to limit your clothes from touching anything that wasn't dirty, which was everything, was a pain having to try and hold everything.

You walked out of the disgusting bathroom before Micheal started to give you a tour of the place. Everything seemed to be falling apart, and it smelled like wet dog and garbage, along with a smell that you couldn't quite describe. The place wasn't huge but still felt like a maze the entire time. Going down hallways and seeing doors just barely hanging onto by their hinges.

He told you about the place's horrible ventilation system, which was just a health violation in itself. It didn't help when he told you not to smoke or anything since the ventilation system sucks and could cause a fire. You were about to just say fuck it cause no job is worth your life, but the sound of him telling you that since you were the only one willing to work, you would be paid well and how easy the job would be. Just look at the cameras every once in and while, and you'll be fine.

With that said and done, he showed you how to work everything before telling you good luck on your first shift tonight and left the building.

The little room you were stuck in had no door and a cracked window in front of you with a vent right by your feet. The air was thick and felt like it was sticking to your body. Apparently, they didn't believe in air conditioning, so you were left with two tablets and a hot office.

If you were to say it was all bad would be a lie. The place smelled, looked like it was quite literally on its last leg with wires exposed from the walls, trash littered the area, and not to mention the ugly-looking animatronic that had taken home on cam 8.

Wait, what?

You rubbed your eyes a little bit before bringing the tablet closer to your face. You were actually seeing this. You weren't told of any working animatronics. Hell, there wasn't supposed to be any active animatronics! They all were supposed to be decommissioned, and their parts were either in parts and service or were hung up around the place.

You felt the hair on your body rise up as a horrible gut feeling washed over you as you kept staring at the animatronic. It looked so familiar, but you couldn't put a finger on it. It didn't help that the camera quality was trash, so it made it 10x harder to identify the decaying animatronic, but you could tell that it was a bunny by what was left of its ears, but that's all you had got going for you It shell looked like it had seen better days. Its feet were completely gone. Except for the metal exoskeleton that showed, wires were exposed all around it as its color was a greenish-yellow. With all the holes in the shell, you could see the exoskeleton, but something was wrong. You couldn't describe it, but it looked like there was something else underneath it that wasn't just the exoskeleton.

Before you could study the decaying animatronic, the screen went fuzzy. You quickly tried to fix it, only for it going back to normal 10 seconds later. But it was no longer on cam 8 but had made its appearance on cam 6.

Your breath hitched as your heart started to beat faster. This wasn't part of the deal. Maybe you should have read the contract better instead of signing it. You cursed out loud for your shit luck before the familiar sound of white noise hit your ears. You looked at the camera again, and your heart dropped when you realized that he was now at cam 2.

You desperately smashed buttons on the screen, trying to figure out how to get this horrific animatronic away from you. Nothing seemed to work, and your worse nightmares slowly started to form as you saw ventilation and camera errors. You throw the tablet on the table as you grab the other one. Pushing the reboot button and tapping your foot impatiently.

"Please, please, please, hurry the fuck up, you damn thing!" You screamed silently at it, hoping to not draw any more attention to yourself. You quickly went to look at the cameras in the hope that it was still in cam 2's vision. You could hear the siren and red flashing lights warning you that you were losing air fast. They thankfully stopped, and you could breathe again.

A sudden knock at the glass window in front of you had you seeing your life flash before your eyes. Your body shook in fear as you slowly dragged your eyes away from the screen and to the cracked window. There is stood in its horrid glory. You fell back into your chair as you kept eye contact with it. Not wanting to let it out of your sight if it came any closer towards you.

Now you finally got a good look at it. It was even worse up close than it was in the cameras. You looked at the thing up and down, and you saw something inside the shell that finally made the dots connect in your head. Inside that suit seemed to be the remains of someone. Its entire body was almost all gone except for a few pieces of flesh that you could see through the holes.

You could even see its skull if you looked close enough. Its eyes seemed to follow your every movement.

"What the fuck are you?" You were asking yourself the question to yourself, but it heard you to your horror. You swore you almost pissed yourself when it started to talk, its voice raspy like it hadn't spoken in decades. It shouldn't have spoken in general! Its voice box would have been long broken.

"Come closer, and you'll see." You could hear its chuckling as it started to move away from the window and closer to what should have been a door.

Not wanting to wait to see what that abomination would do to you, you lept out of your chair and crawled through the vent as fast as you could. The space was small and a pain to navigate. You could see cameras that they installed in the vents moving towards you. It dawned on you that it knew how to use the camera system better than you did.

You soon heard the familiar sound of cars ahead as you desperately tried to crawl faster through the vents. Once you had gotten so close to freedom, you saw that one of the vents had been sealed off. Preventing you from getting to the other side. You banged on the thing hard, begging it to open up. Tears streamed down your face as you began to cry. It felt like all hope of living was ripped away in that single moment.

Your tears made a puddle on the ground as you tried to accept that you'd die in these vents, and nobody would know where you were until either they checked the cameras or smelled your decaying body. Your hiccups probably could be heard from the entire place as you just wanted to die at this moment, better than dying from whatever the fuck was outside of the vents.

Just as soon as you were going to give up, the vent opened, and your tears of fear soon turned into tears of happiness and renewed hope as you crawled as fast as you could towards the end.

Once you managed to find the exit, you tried to look out of the vent before evening thinking about going out there, seeing if that thing was waiting for you. Once you saw that, it was nowhere in sight. You maneuvered your body out of the vent and ran to the door. You tried to push against the old rusty door, only for your hope to be crushed once more.

The door was locked.

You tried busting against it in the hope that maybe it was just stuck even though you knew the truth. Only when you hear the sound of heavy footsteps do you actually stop. You ran to the vents once more to hide, hoping it wouldn't follow you. You were so close to being safe as your feet were the only thing left exposed. You managed to have one foot in the vent, but the feeling of cold rusty metal grabbing your foot made you scream out in fear as you tried to wiggle your away only to be dragged out.

Once it dragged you out all the way, you tried to crawl towards the nearest corner as you pulled yourself up. It couldn't have been more than 5 feet away from you. The smell was absolutely horrid as you stared into its cold dead eyes. It chuckled at you; you probably looked so pathetic and vulnerable right now.

"S-stay back! Don't get any closer!" You yelled at it. Your body shook like a leaf when it started walking towards you. You tried to run away, but you could feel its cold metal hands grip your throat. You grabbed at the hands and tried to pry its grip off you. Kicking and screaming, hoping someone would hear.

"No one's here to help you now." Its grip got tighter and tighter to the point where your vision slowly started to grow dark. Your breathing became slower and slower. What will your family think when they see you on the news? Fazebear Frights new security guard found dead with strangulation marks around their neck? It's not how you wanted to be remembered.

Your vision slowly became nothing but a black abyss as you slipped into unconsciousness.

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You didn't know how many days had passed, but you couldn't be happier when you realized you were still alive. It was short-lived when you came to the realization that you were still stuck in this dreadful place.

When you tried to move, it seemed like you were trying to lift 5 concrete blocks with one hand. You turn to look at your hand to see what was so heavy as you were still drowsy, only for your eyes to widen once you see that your hand was covered by a decaying suit. You begin to look at the rest of your body in fear that it was really happening, and to your horror, you were actually seeing what you thought you were seeing.

You tried to stand up, but your body couldn't even move as it felt like a whole ton was placed on your chest. You could at least move a little bit. You just hoped you would be able to regain strength before that thing came back.

The familiar sound of heavy metal footsteps hits your ears as you turn to the left and see it hiding in the corner. It's white eyes staring into your soul. You looked at it up and down, trying to figure out a way to escape even if you couldn't move. Something caught your eye as you realized he was holding something in its hand. Squinting your eyes, you noticed it was a water bottle with just barely any left.

It walked towards you, laughing as it started to unscrew the bottle cap. It threw it at your face before stepping in front of you and kneeling down. While unable to change, its face felt like it had an evil smirk adorning it. You tried questioning what the fuck was it gonna do with some water?

You tried moving your eyes else were to distract you from the horrid thing in front of you when a shinny piece of metal caught your eye. You turned your head and saw that this sick fuck had stuffed you into the decaying Fredbear suit that you had seen so long ago. You wondered how it even got you in it in the first place without killing you.

Then it all clicked in your head why the animatronic looked so familiar. The decaying animatronic in front of you was what was left of the spring bonnie animatronic that had been tossed away so many years ago. It had to be about what, 25-30 years ago? You've never seen them in person, only in pictures that your mother had taken of your brother when they went there, but you knew exactly what you were seeing now.

You felt the thing grab you by Fredbears jaw before holding the water bottle close to your face. You tried to move away from its grip, but your body was too weak to even try. You look at it with hate-filled eyes before asking the million-dollar question,

"Who are you?"

"You'll see." That was all he said before he stood up and threw the rest of the water bottle at you before sitting down on a chair right in front of you and watching you.

"What the fu-" Was all you were able to let out before the old rusty spring locks were triggered by the water. You screamed out in agony after feeling every single metal plate and rod pierce into your skin. The sickening sound of ripping flesh and crunching bones echoed throughout the room.

You were hacking up blood, desperately trying to catch a breath or anything to relieve the pain that surrounded your body. You could feel every single metal clasp rip through your flesh and wrap around your bone, that is, if it didn't break it. It felt like it started at the feet before reaching your chest. It probably wasn't like that, but that's what it felt like. The sound of your body being mutilated rings through your ears.

The decaying suit covered in fresh red blood gives you a good look at your own death. Through some of the holes in the suit, you could see your body, or what was left of it at least. You could feel yourself get cold as it became harder and harder to breathe. The pain was unbearable, and you didn't even know how much longer this torture would continue before you finally died.

You got your answer when your vision slowly started to fade, and you could hear the sound of the spring locks that covered Fredbears head set off before everything went dark and your heart finally stopped breathing. Your life lost in time as you became one of the damned.

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Dazed and Confused (S1: 2/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild langage

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: After Steve spends the night at Y/N Jonathan Byers accuses Y/N of getting too close to her best friend’s boyfriend

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I wake up to a banging on my door. It sounds like an uncontrollable jackhammer.

“Y/N! Oh Princess Y/N!” My mom screeches on the other side. “Wake up! You have to pick up Dustin in thirty minutes!”

The last bit grabs my attention. My eyes fly open and I attempt to sit up but I’m pinned down. My head whips to the side and Steve is sound asleep next to me. His arm is draped across my stomach keeping me pinned. In a rush, I shove him off of me and fly out of bed. Steve wakes up abruptly and falls off the mattress onto the floor with a thud.

“Shit!” He blurts out.

“What was that?” My mom asks worriedly.

Wide-eyed, I stare down Steve who peers up at me from the floor.

“I’m just getting ready! I’ll be out in five!” I shout to my little brother.

Thankfully, I hear him patter off as he grumbles various curse words under his breath.

I must look like a crazy lady as I run around my room getting ready. My hair is going in a ponytail today because there’s no way I have time to style it. Steve moves about me, collecting his things. It’s Friday so that makes picking out an outfit rather easy. It’s game day, so cheer uniform. I start changing from my pajamas into my cheer uniform. I hop on one leg as I remove my shorts and rush to grab my skirt off my dresser. As I slip off my t-shirt and change into my vest, I check my appearance in the mirror on my dresser.

Behind me, Steve eyes me curiously. He appears in some sort of wide-eyed daze.

I whip my head around to check on him. “You okay?”

He hums absentmindedly. Then, he shakes his head repeatedly to snap how of it. “Yeah! Uh… it’s just… um… you…” he stammers, “uh…. Nevermind! I’ll see you in a little bit,” he says as he goes to climb out of my window.

“Okay? Catch ya later.” I laugh, wondering why he’s acting so odd.

He’s such a goofball. I wonder if it’s because I freaked him out when I woke him up. Oh well, he scared me last night so karma.

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Once we arrive at school, Dustin runs off to join the boys who have all agreed to dress as the Ghostbusters for school. Since the Demogorgon incident, Dustin and I have grown closer. We live on the same block and being only children help.

Nancy isn’t at her locker when I arrive at my own, odd. What’s even weirder is Jonathan is waiting for me.

“Hey,” I greet him with a raised brow.

It’s not that I dislike Jonathan, we’re simply not close friends. Sure, we had a bonding experience last year but he and I are very different people.

“Hey,” he stuffs his hands into his back pockets nervously. “Have you… uh… have you seen Nancy?”

Interesting, Byers looking for Nancy. If this were any other day she would be here beside me and I wouldn’t be standing here with Jonathan but apparently, today isn’t going to be average.

“Nope, I haven’t. I was wondering where she is myself. Usually, she’d be here by now,” I fill him in on the lastest as I put the combination into my locker.

“Well if you see here will you tell her I have something for her?” He requests.

“Is it your love confession?” I tease.

“Huh?” He acts oblivious to what I mean.

“Oh please, it’s clear as day you have a thing for Nance," I snicker as I pull out my books. "I’ve known since Steve and I showed up at your house last year.” I glance over my shoulder at him and it’s evident I’ve spooked him. My bluntness tends to have that effect on people. "Look,” I say gently and quietly between us. “I won’t say anything. I understand that she’s with Steve. So, you feel like there’s no point but it’s important to say how you feel and be honest.”

"Just like how you’re honest with Steve about having a thing for him?” He boldly fires back.

I scoff, he’s delusional! Me and Steve, really? There’s no way! I laugh, “I don’t have a-”

“Really? Yesterday in the gym?” He challenges.

His question, more like a threat, takes me by surprise. What, so Jonathan is watching me now? He’s eavesdropping on my conversations?

“How about over the summer?” He presses further, stepping closer until he towers over me. “You two were together more than he and Nancy ever were! How about this morning when I was on my way to school and saw him climbing out of your window? Hm? How about that?”

Okay, now I’m just getting pissed. “I can assure you, Steve loves Nancy!” I growl. “There’s is nothing, and I mean nothing, between us! Now I suggest you stop acting like a tough guy before I remind you who really holds all the power here,” I threaten him.

He forgets that I’m the captain of the cheer squad. I’m adored around here. He’s some punk who hangs out all day in the photography classroom. If he really wishes to test me, I can promise I will win. I always win.

“Fine then…” he mutters, mere inches from my face. “But remember, I could easily tell Nancy about last summer.”

He steps back with narrowed eyes locked on me until he turns around to slip away. I watch, stunned, as he disappears into the cluster of students traveling about the hall. A bit disturbed, to say the least, I lean back against the lockers to catch my breath.

I don’t like Steve, that’s crazy! Steve… Steve and I… we’re just friends, really good friends, best of friends! Jonathan is psychotic and tossing out random ideas to get a rise out of me. All we did was hang out over the summer! He was already dating Nancy, my oldest friend! I would never ever betray her like that! Screw Byers.

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After last period, I return to my locker to pack up my homework. As I’m packing up my stuff, Nancy pops up next to me all distraught. She’s shaky and appears frightened, the same way she did when fighting the Demogorgon.

“Nance? Nancy, what’s wrong? What happened?” I ask her repeatedly, already worried.

She scans the area, making sure no one is watching us. Swiftly, she pulls into the girls bathroom.

I stumble inside, immediately checking the stalls to make sure we’re alone. Once I determine the coast is clear, I spin around to face her.

Her arms are wrapped around her tightly like a blanket. She swallows hard, her glazed eyes meet mine in fear. “I saw Barb!” She whispers as though she’ll be struck for doing so.

That’s impossible. We left Barb in the Upside Down. She’s gone. She’s dead.

“You what?” I shake my head in disbelief, pacing away from her.

“In the library!” She explains, "I saw her! She called out for us! She said this wasn’t me! She said you were hiding! Pretending!”

Now frightened, I whip my head around to face her directly. I note the hint of hope in her eyes that’s overpowered by guilt. I mourned Barb. We all did. I’m sorry for her parents, I am truly, but everyone is right! There’s nothing we can do! What’s done is done! All we can do is move on and live our lives!

I refuse to relive the endless guilt, depression, and anxiety that consumed me for months on end. I felt like a shell of a human for almost a year after what happened. I can’t do this.

“I have to go to drive Dustin home,” I announce.

Quickly, I cross the room toward the door. I have to get out of here. This is nonsense.

Nancy grabs my wrist before I pass her, “But Y/N-”

I yank my arm free from her grip, “goodbye Nancy!”

Shaken for the second time today, I storm out of the bathroom and hurry toward the exit. I grip the handle of my purse, unable to control my shaky hands. Tears coat my eyes and threaten to slip down my cheeks.

Flashbacks of that horrid night take over my train of thought. I see it clear as day. All of the blood, the sting from my arm, the pressure of that monster pinning me down. Everything I’ve been suppressing demands to be felt again. I’m living in my own personal Hell.

As I push through the doors to the parking lot, the bright sunlight blinds me for a second. People cluster outside the school in their cliques. I weave between them, eager to get to my car and fly home. I can’t allow anyone to see me like this. I’m the strong one. I have my life together. I can’t break.

In the distance, Dustin leans against the passenger door waiting for me. I keep telling myself that I’m almost there, just a couple of steps more.

“Y/N-” Someone grabs my shoulder to stop me.

Caught off guard and already distraught, I gasp and my bag slips from my shoulder to the pavement.

I peer up to see Steve eyeing me with such compassion that I nearly slip and start sobbing. I wish I could tell him everything zooming through my mind but I can’t, it’s not his burden to bear.

Urgently, he gathers my bag off the ground and places it on my shoulder. His hand lingers on my forearm, rubbing up and down comfortingly. I attempt to hide my shakiness by crossing my arms tightly.

“You’re upset,” he states the obvious but I know he means well. “Are you alright?”

I hum, nodding my head repeatedly. If I attempt to speak my voice may crack and then he’ll never let me go. Please Steve, I understand that you’re checking on me and I know you truly care but please let me go.

“What is it?” He scrunches his eyebrows as he shifts on his heels. “Is it about Nancy? She was speaking about Barb earlier. Did she confront you about it? If it is I-”

“Y/N!” Dustin shouts over to us impatiently.

For once, I won’t argue with him about interrupting me. “I have to go,” I mumble under my breath and rush off before Steve has the chance to object.

Once I’m a few feet away from Dustin, he notices my state and instantly climbs into the car without any questions.

After I toss my bag into the backseat and move up front, I take a moment to gather myself and blast some music before I start driving.

“Shitty day?” Dustin finally breaks the silence.

Rubbing my temples, I snicker, “to put it simply.”

He sighs, “Yeah, me too. First, all of the little assholes at school decide not to dress up this year. My guess is they all formed a pact and kept us out of it. It was all pretty embarrassing. Then, there’s this new girl, Max, smoking’ hot, but thinks she’s cooler than everyone else. Lucas likes her too… We followed her around for a little bit but then… well shit… she was onto us. Do you wanna talk about your day?” He offers to listen.

I shake my head and open my eyes. Exhaling deeply, I grip the wheel and prepare to go. “No, because if I do then it will lead down a dark road that I don’t wish to travel ever again.”

Dustin respects my silence and he talks most of the way home. I appreciate him not forcing me to speak about the horrors of today. Right now, I much rather listen and be distracted. Today was one of the worst days I’ve had in a while. At least tonight is the party. I could really use some mindless fun, risky shenanigans, and most importantly, booze.

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dantelionwishes · 3 years

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life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs!

MIDDLE SCHOOL

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED–

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad)

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless)

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc comeback #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #lionhe(art)#I know I havent exactly written stuff from meeting toshinori onwards #but thats for another day!!#I only ever wrote Sato's backstory pre meeting all might #yet all I drew as a teen was them as a couple lMAOOO #idk if anyone would wanna read that but honestly iM SURE THE STUDENTS WANT THAT SPICY RELATIONSHIP INFO JHSDJGHAJHJK #my 17-year old self would have been happy in my place ;;3;; !!!!!#i finally got to share his lore!! that was a lot so if you seriously read it all thank you so much aaaaaaaaaaaa #Osamu sato-sensei

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grxvitye · 3 years

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magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

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you do not have my permission to translate nor to repost my writing on any platform. comments, likes and reblogs are always very much appreciated<3

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When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 3

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Never before had you dreaded something more than you dreaded arriving for work the morning following your incident with Keishin. More than anything, you hoped he was thoroughly pissed at you and had left for work early that day so that the two of you wouldn’t have to see each other, but much to your displeasure and horror, when you stepped into the store that morning, he was sitting at the front counter, waiting for you.

How was he not pissed at you after what you had said to him?

When the sound of the front doors sliding open filled the otherwise silent building, leaving the keys in your hand useless as Keishin had already unlocked the store, you gripped the keys tightly and swallowed hard when he looked up at you. He didn’t say anything at first, maybe because he was waiting to see if you would make the first move, but after last night you were done making first moves when it came to him.

Averting his gaze and dropping your head low, you shoved the keys back into your pocket and headed for the back room to put your stuff away and get this day over with.

Just as you were about to open the door to the back room, Keishin cleared his throat and you stopped in your tracks, head turning to look at him without thinking about it.

“Good morning, Y/N.” This was the very first time he had greeted you first, and on top of that, the very first time he had ever used your name.

You weren’t sure how to respond, confusion and excitement mixing in your body to create an overwhelming concoction. “Good morning,” you mumbled in response before disappearing into the back before he could do anything else out of the ordinary, like God forbid initiate a conversation or something.

You took your sweet time getting ready, delaying heading out to the front of the store as long as possible to give Keishin ample time to leave. After about fifteen minutes or so, you emerged only to find him sitting right where he had been before, newspaper sprawled on the counter and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Shouldn’t you have left by now?” The questioned slipped past your lips before you even had the chance to filter it through your head.

Eyes wide, Keishin was surprised that you had spoken to him almost as much as you were. “We’re expecting a big delivery today, so I’m sticking around,” he answered. “You’ve never handled one by yourself so my mom asked me to show you how it’s done.”

Your heart sank, your stomach twisted, your knees felt weak. So he was going to be here with you all day long? “Perfect,” you groaned, not even bothering to hide the sarcasm in your tone. “That’s just awesome. Great.”

“Listen, it’s not my idea of an ideal day either, but it is what it is,” he said. “So why don’t we just put last night behind us, chalk it up to exhaustion and the influence of alcohol on my part, and move forward?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, the fact that you couldn’t seem to figure him out thoroughly starting to irritate you. “How are you not angry at me?” you questioned him. “I was . . . horrible last night.”

You had spent the entire night after getting home thinking about the horrendous way you had behaved. The things you had done and said made you feel awful and you couldn’t understand how Keishin wasn’t on the brink of smacking the shit out of you right now.

“It’s fine.” He flashed a smile, trying his best to prove that he wasn’t dwelling on the past. “I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

Looking around to double check that the two of you were the only ones in the store, you lowered your voice before speaking. “But I put my hands on you. You can really just forget that?” Heat swelled in your cheeks as you recalled the less horrible events that had taken place.

“I touched you too,” he reminded you.

“Yeah, but yours was an accident.” You weren’t sure why you were saying all of this stuff; it was almost like you wanted him to be angry at you. Who knows, maybe you did. “I called you a burnout.”

Keishin let out a booming laugh at that. “Take a good long look at me, kid.” He smirked, gesturing to himself. “You really think I’ve never been called worse?”

“I don’t think that’s the point,” you breathed out.

Keishin opened his mouth to speak, but before he let a word out, he changed his mind and pressed his lips together. In the meantime, he watched you, the cogs in his head obviously working hard. “You’re an odd one, you know that?” He stood up, walked over to you, and set a hand on your shoulder. “I said it’s fine, so just forget about it, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, finally giving in.

“Good. Now, get to work, because this place isn’t going to run itself and I’m only here to help with the delivery, so until then, I’ll be napping on the couch in the back. Wake me up when the truck gets here.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Keishin gave you a pat on the head and disappeared into the back room without another word.

You stood in place for a moment, unsure if the fact that he had forgiven you so easily was a relief or not. You didn’t allow yourself to worry too long about that though, because, like Keishin had said, you had work to do and the store wasn’t going to run itself. And, if your memory served you correctly, you had some sweeping to do in the back corner.

For about two hours, you fell back into your normal workday routine, completely forgetting about the events of the previous night or the fact that Keishin was napping in the back. That was, until you saw the delivery truck pull up in front of the store and remembered you had been given the task of waking the sleeping man.

Heading into the back, you moved slowly and quietly even though it didn’t matter if you woke Keishin since that was what you were supposed to do anyway.

“Keishin,” you spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. “The delivery truck is here.”

Of course, he didn’t even budge at that. Nervously, you stepped closer to the couch, unable to ignore the fact that Keishin looked completely different when he was asleep. The usual frown or cocky grin he sported was nowhere to be seen and he didn’t seem as intimidating when his eyes were closed and his breathing was so slow and rhythmic.

“Keishin.” You reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder like he had done to you earlier and shook him slightly. Still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you were unsure what to try next aside from shouting right in his face. If only he had warned you he was a heavy sleeper.

Deciding to try one last thing before you resorting to screeching, you leaned closer to his ear, planted your hand on his chest—a brief memory of how you had touched him last night flashing in your mind—and shook him once more while you spoke. “Keishin, the delivery truck is here,” you said, not whispering but also not being too loud.

Thankfully, the mixture of shaking him and speaking directly into his ear seemed to finally do the trick and his eyes shot open. Immediately, you jumped back, not wanting him to be weirded out by how close you were to him.

Eyes travelling up to meet yours, Keishin yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Truck’s here?” he clarified.

“Yeah, it just arrived,” you told him, waiting for him to get up. “You should have told me you were a heavy sleeper. I was about to scream or pour water over you or something.”

Keishin cringed at the thought of that. “Well, thank goodness you didn’t. Next time, just pinch my nose or tickle me or something . . . anything but water.”

“Next time?” you asked. “You plan on taking naps on the couch often?”

“It’s my favourite place to nap. You should try it sometime,” he said before heading for the door. “Come on, let’s get this delivery over with. Try to learn fast so I don’t have to teach you again.”

“I’ll try my best.”

As you had pretty much expected, the delivery had been pretty straight forward. After helping the delivery man unload all of the boxes into the storage room and signing off on the delivery, the most time-consuming and complex part of the process was taking an inventory of the new supplies, which you picked up on pretty quickly.

Keishin showed you how to mark down the new delivery on the clipboard kept in the storage room and where to input the total count for each item. From there, all you had to do was make sure you had received everything and had the correct number ordered.

“Pretty easy, right?” He glanced at you out the corner of his eye as the two of you worked together at counting the inventory, keeping an ear open for customers in the process.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem hard. Just time consuming,” you agreed.

“Exactly. We usually get a big delivery like this about once a month, then smaller deliveries throughout the week for more perishable items, as you already know.”

You nodded, quickly becoming lost in the repetitive task of counting and writing down the amount on the clipboard. Weirdly enough, you found that you didn’t actually hate taking inventory; the simple task was actually kind of calming and passed the time effortlessly.

“50,” you muttered under your breath, jotting down the number in the correct box right after you finished counting. When you turned back to start on the next box, you caught Keishin looking in your direction. “What?” You furrowed your brows at him. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no.” He shook his head. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“You,” he responded, quickly elaborating when you shot him a confused look. “Well, more specifically, why you took this job.”

You shrugged as you continued working. “I already told you. I need the money.”

“Right, so you can move out on your own. But why?”

Your hands stopped grabbing items and your mind stopped counting, making you lose track. “Because I’ve been waiting for as long as I can remember to live my own life and now that I have the opportunity, I’m not going to pass it up.”

“But wouldn’t you much rather be going to school? Surely you don’t want to work in a place like this for the rest of your life.”

You sighed heavily. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

“I’m just curious,” Keishin said. “I want to understand you better.”

“I don’t think you could truly understand unless you experienced the childhood that I did.”

Stopping his work as well, Keishin leaned against the shelf and crossed his arms over his chest. “Try me.”

Rolling your eyes, you accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to give up. “First thing’s first, I’m not saying my childhood was tragic or anything. My parents didn’t beat me. They fed me and clothed me and everything a parent should.” You started, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “I was just never allowed to live my own life or make my own decisions. I ate what my parents wanted me to eat, I wore what they wanted me to wear. I took the classes they wanted me to, I was friends with who they thought would make a good friend. They went overboard on trying to get me to do what they thought was best for me. I was never old enough or mature enough to know what I really wanted. I lived in a controlling dictatorship.”

“What about soccer?” Keishin asked, proving that he had actually remembered the conversation the two of you had had on your first day at the store. “You told me you used to play.”

You smiled fondly at the thought of your high school soccer team. “That was the only thing I ever got to pick for myself . . . and it took months of convincing, and in the end, I was only allowed to continue because I was good at it. The fact that I genuinely enjoyed it never came into account for my parents.” Your smiled faded slightly. “Sometimes they even managed to drain the fun from that as well, but I refused to let them ruin it for me because it was the only thing I had that was mine.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Every day . . . but this is more important right now.”

Keishin was silent for a few moments while he processed everything you had said. “Sounds like everything needed to have a purpose.”

“Pretty much. If something had no chance of providing success in the future, it was a waste of time.”

“So the plan is to work so you can afford your own place, then go to school next year? How are you going to afford school?”

“Well, if I had followed my parents plan for me and started working toward a law degree, they would have paid for it. But since I’ve decided to do my own thing now, I’m just lucky they haven’t kicked me out of the house yet . . . so I guess I’ll have to get a scholarship or apply for student loans. I’ll basically be scraping by, so I’ve applied for a bunch of community colleges and I’ll go from there I guess.”

Fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, Keishin lit one before sticking it between his lips. “What do you want to do?”

You laughed slightly at that. “I have no idea. I was never allowed to have hobbies or interests, so I don’t even know what I like. I just know what I don’t like. If I could do anything though, I’d apply for the University of Tokyo. They have a great soccer program. I just want to play soccer again.”

Keishin smiled. “Just soccer?”

“For now, yeah. I’ve learned that I’ll have to take life step by step, so that’s the first major goal. I’ll probably take some first year classes and see what I like and go from there. I think it’s okay to not have a set-in-stone plan sometimes . . . after all, this is the first time in my life I’ve never had my future planned out for me. It’s kind of exciting . . . scary, too, but exciting.”

Keishin sighed contently as he watched your eyes light up when you talked about the things you wanted to do in the future. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“So what was the point of what happened last night?” he inquired. “And, while we’re at it, the past few weeks as well. How do I fit into this grand plan of yours?”

You felt your heart pound against your chest. “I thought we were forgetting about last night?”

“We are,” he assured you. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just curious, is all.”

You thought for a moment, unsure how to phrase exactly how you were feeling. At first, you were inclined to take him up on his offer to not answer, but after how nice he had been to you today, you felt you owed him at least that.

“Originally, I was in a pretty messed-up head space and I wanted to use you to get back at my parents,” you told him truthfully, “. . . but after last night, I did some serious thinking and realized that wasn’t the case. What I really want is to prove to my parents that not everything that is different or ‘not according to plan’ is bad. You have an . . . alternative look about you,” you tried to phrase that as respectfully as possible, causing Keishin to chuckle, “but you’re not a bad person or, despite my harsh words last night, a burnout. You coach volleyball for high school kids and you help out at your family’s store and even though I’ve been pretty horrible to you, you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”

You paused, unsure if you should say the last part or not. “I don’t know, I just think that maybe if they met you, they might realize that I’m capable of making good choices for myself even if it doesn’t fit their predetermined mold of my life.”

“You think I’m a good choice?” he asked, taken aback by your honesty.

“Yeah.” You eyed him while he took a drag from his cigarette and let the smoke spill from his lips. “Maybe not the nicotine addiction part, but hey, no one’s perfect.”

Keishin chuckled before putting his smoke out. “Okay, I’ve got a deal for you.”

You cocked a brow at him. “What?”

“If I pretend to be your boyfriend and help you fix things with your parents, you have to apply to the University of Tokyo and follow your dream of playing soccer.”

You were thoroughly perplexed. “Both conditions of that deal only really benefit me. What do you get out of it?”

He just shrugged. “Nothing.”

You scoffed. “Well, as generous and sketchy as that sounds, there is no way I would be able to afford the University of Tokyo on my own and I don’t think any amount of ass-kissing could make my parents agree to pay for me to go there to play soccer and figure life out.”

“Hey, one step at a time, right?” He used your own words against you.

You contemplated his offer for a moment. “You’re really okay with that? Even though you get nothing but more work out of it?”

“I suggested it, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “You’d really pretend to be my boyfriend? Even though I’m just some rebellious kid?”

“Your opinion of me changed,” he pointed out. “Why can’t my opinion of you change too?”

“Fair enough,” you conceded. “Well, if you’re absolutely positive you won’t regret it when you wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll happily accept your deal. Thank you.”

Keishin turned back to the stack of boxes and promptly returned to the task at hand. “You’re welcome.”

You watched him work and quietly hum to himself while he did so. This time, it was his turn to catch you staring. “What?” he looked over at you.

“I just didn’t peg you for such a softy is all,” you joked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he scoffed at you. “Just don’t fall in love with me or anything, kid.”

You smirked. “Whatever you say, old man.”

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