#bitch with black hair w/ a stupid while streak like a little bitch

[winterdebts]

Felix would read Frankenstein and go "wow Victor is such a relatable character he is just like me for real" and never question any of his actions meanwhile Farros would read it and go "I see myself in Victor, however, I am not an arrogant prick"

[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If (y/n) Died pt 4 (Finale)

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

What if pt 1

After getting a boat and making his way to the aquarium through the rain storm, Joel finally made it to the aquarium and started to make his way inside of the building. It took some time but he found a broken window and climbed through it and entered the maze like aquarium. It seemed quite but that didn't stop Joel on letting his guard down, he kept it up as he quietly made his way through.

Eventually, he found what would've been the lobby area of the aquarium and saw Abby standing near the desk, talking into her radio. "Does anyone come in? Hello?" She called out as she tries to get a signal. Joel pulls out his revolver and starts to walk slowly behind her.

"Can you guys hear me? Hello? Jordan? Nora? Leah? Owen? Mel? Anybody?" She calls out in a panic. Then she sighs and sets her radio down. "Damn it." She growls, frustrated, then Joel gets up behind her and places his gun behind her head. "Don't move." He said and Abby's eyes widen at this but she smirks a bit as she recognized his voice.

"Look who finally decided to show up." She sneers and Joel shoves the gun closer to her head. "Shut up. Hands above your head." He growls and she starts to raise her hands, slowly. Abby knew that Joel would come after her but she didn't think he'd come so soon, so this was a bit of a shock to her.

"Here to avenge her?" Abby asked him and Joel starts to cock his gun and shove it harder into her head. Abby chuckles a bit then said. "I should've killed you at that cabin too." 

"You're right. You should have." Joel said. "It should have been me...but you picked her....why?"

"Because you two killed my father at St. Mary's." Abby growls and Joel's eyes widen a bit but he had some notion that this is what it was all about. "I was the one that killed your dad, not her. You should have killed me but you killed her instead." Joel said, tightly, through clenched teeth. "Why her?"

"My dad was important to me. And she was important to you. So I figured...an eye for an eye." Abby said and Joel glares at her. "Only one exception: she had everyone who loves her...you don't." Joel growls and before he could do anything, there was a loud crash off into the distance.

Joel looks towards the noise as Abby, taking the advantage, turns around and knocks the gun out of his hand then punches him. He stumbles back but quick regains composure as she goes to punch him again.

He blocks her blows then the two began to fight a bit. They trade blows to each other until Joel got the upperhand and was able to knock her down to the ground. Then he got on top of her and punched her face repeatedly, breaking her nose and busting her lip, with his fists until he pulls out a shiv and starts to bring down the knife on her chest.

She grabs his arms and does her best to keep the blade from entering into her chest then grapples the shiv out of Joel's hand and used it to stab him in the leg. Joel lets out a pained yell but lets out a scream when she started to twist the blade into his leg.

Then she punched him in the face until she kicked him off of her. Joel falls on his back and holds his bleeding leg as Abby gets up and wipes away the blood from her face. "You stupid old man." She growls as Joel tries to get up but the pain in his leg was preventing him to do it.

Abby goes to grab a pipe nearby and starts to walk towards him. "You killed my friends. We let you live...and you wasted it." She growls as Joel glares at her. "You killed my wife, the mother of my boys." Joel spat. Abby glares at him as he tries to crawl away from her. "And you and that stupid bitch killed my dad." Abby said and Joel looks over to his right and sees his revolver.

He looks at Abby, and is about to grab the gun but then she started to raise the pipe above her head. "I'm gonna enjoy this. You will join her soon." She growls but then a gunshot sounds out, she drops the pipe and holds her left shoulder, which had a bullet wound.

Joel jumps, slightly, then grabs his revolver and shoots Abby in both of her knees. Abby screams in pain as Joel sits up and sees Ellie walking in, holding her gun; Jesse and Tommy come running up behind her. "Joel!" Tommy exclaims as he runs over to his older brother.

Abby screams in pain some more, holding her leg, as Ellie keeps her gun trained on her. "Jesse, come here and help me." Tommy said and he and Jesse help Joel up to his feet. "You fuckin' people." Abby shouts, angrily. Joel glares over at her then starts to walk, or limps, over to her as best as he could.

"Is this...w-what she...wanted? T-to continue this...cycle? What about...your kids, h-huh? What...would t-they...think?" Abby asked Joel, between her gasps of pain, as he goes to pick up the pipe she dropped. He walks over to her and said. "I don't care. You brought this on yourself."

Then he raises the pipe and hits Abby across her face. Ellie gasps as Tommy and Jesse jump slightly at this while Joel kept hitting Abby over and over with the pipe. Each impact the pipe made, Joel saw flashes of (y/n). The good times they had flashed before his eyes, like their date nights, them dancing and laughing at their reception, movie nights with Sarah.

Then moments of them saving each other during their 20 years of surviving, when the two met Ellie and started their cross country journey. Then when he had his ear against (y/n)'s pregnant stomach as she plays with his hair while he feels the baby's kicking, then to where he was in bed looking at (y/n) as she stares up at him with love the night before they went on patrol with Tommy.

Then he remembers the day when she mouthed I love you to him before she died.

He lets out a heartbreaking yell and hits Abby one more time, killing her. He takes some deep breathes as he looks at Abby's bashed in face, which eerily looked like how (y/n)'s face looked. He stares at Abby's body and tosses the pipe aside as he slows down his breathing while Ellie, Jesse and Tommy watch him with worry.

"Joel..." Ellie said, softly, as she walks close to him. A tear runs down Joel's face and he places his hands over his face and starts to cry, silently. Ellie then goes up to him and places her hand on his shoulder, he lowers his hands then looks over at her as she gives a sympathetic look to him and hugs him.

Tommy then goes over to his older brother and hugs him as well, Joel embraced them and just broke down.

2 Weeks Later

The group finally make their way back to Jackson where their families are waiting for them. Jesse's parents hugged him, Maria comes up to Tommy and hugs him and Dina hugs Ellie and Jesse, where she tells him that she found out she is pregnant with his child.

Joel dismounts his horse and started to use this long stick, Ellie found for him, to use as support for his limp. The last two weeks, Joel had been awfully quiet which worried Ellie, Tommy and Jesse.

But then Joel's expression lit up a little when his boys came running towards him and they share a heartwarming hug. "Is it over, Daddy?" Ethan asked Joel as he and his brother look up at their dad. Joel looks between the boys before he speaks for the first time in weeks. "Yeah...it’s over now." He said and the boys hug him again.

16 Years Later

There was a knock on the front door, which startled the older man from his sleep. He takes in a huge breath then lets it out slowly as he gets up from his bed, and grabs the cane that was leaning against his bed table. The gray haired man, with streaks and shades of his natural black hair color, makes his way downstairs as the knocking continues.

"I'm coming." The man hollers. He opens the door and smiles once he sees who was at the door. "Well, look who's here!" He said as a smirk appears on his face. "Hey dad." The young black haired man said, he was about the old man's height and if you'd ask his uncle, he would say that he looked alot like his dad when he was younger.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?" The old man asked and the young man raises a confused eyebrow.

"Uh...dad, remember? We're suppose to go and celebrate J.J.'s birthday at Ellie and Dina's." The young man said and the old man's eyes widen. "Is that today?" He asked, making his son chuckle. "Did the Joel Miller forget about his eldest grandson's sixteenth birthday?" The son asked, teasingly.

"Sorry to disappoint, Ethan, but my memory ain't as good as it used to be. It'll happen to you and you brother." Joel said and Ethan chuckles. "Probably more me than Aiden." He said. "Yeah, Aiden is like his momma. Mind as sharp as a tack." Joel mutters and Ethan smirks a bit. "Well, let me go get changed and I'll be down in a minute." Joel said. "Sure, dad. Everyone's loaded up in the carriage, ready to go. I'll let them know we're waiting for you." Ethan said and Joel starts to make his way to the stairs.

He walks into his room, leans his cane against the closet doorway and flicks through his clothes before grabbing the ones that he liked. After getting dressed, he picks up that old chain with the woman's wedding ring hanging from it, puts it around his neck then picks up his cane and a brand new guitar he made for JJ then makes his way down the stairs.

He walks out of the house and closes the door when Aiden, who looked like his brother only he had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, and Ethan come up to their dad. "You need help, dad?" Aiden asked as he comes up next to him. "I'm alright, son." Joel said, appreciatevly, as he looks up at Aiden's (e/c) eyes and smiles. "Okay, just making sure." Aiden said as Joel makes his way down the stairs.

Ever since Abby stabbed him in the leg, Joel had a permanent limp and had to use a cane to get around a bit better. This wound had made Joel retire from patrolling and he had resorted to farming as that was a bit easier for him to get around and kept his mind busy.

Aiden and Ethan pat Joel's shoulders as they make it to the carriage, where he sees Lily, a blonde haired blue eye girl who is Ethan's wife, and Eliza, red hair and green eyes girl who is Aiden's fiancé. "Morning, girls." Joel greets them as Ethan gets up on the back of the carriage. The women greet him back just as the little two year old boy smiled at him.

"Papaw!" He said as he jumps off of Lily's lap and goes over to Joel as Ethan helps his dad up to the carriage. Joel chuckles as he goes to sit down on the bench and the young boy jumps up on him. "Hey, kiddo." Joel chuckles as he picks up the boy and sets him on his lap while he set his cane anf guitar against the bench.

"Boy, you're getting so big." Joel said as his grandson sits on his lap. "Yeah, I wanna be big and strong like you, papaw." The young boy said, making Joel smile then kiss the top of his head. "Well, minus the bad leg." Aiden jokes. "Easy there, Aiden. I might have a bad leg, but I can still whoop your ass." Joel said, warningly, and everyone laughs as Ethan gets to the front of the carriage and urges the horses to go forward.

As the carriage goes through Jackson and then out through the gates, Joel looks over at his family and couldn't believe how his family has grown. Ethan and Lily had meet when Ethan was about fifteen or sixteen and they had hit it off and fell in love. Then when Ethan turned eighteen, he asked Lily to marry him and they tied the knot a couple months later. 

Soon after that, Lily found out she was pregnant and they had this beautiful boy that sat on Joel's lap. Thomas Joel Miller, or TJ, is what they named him and TJ reminded Joel of Ethan when he was this age, being talkative and energetic. Then about a year ago, Lily was pregnant once again but this time it was a girl, who they named Sarah Marie Miller which made Joel tear up a bit at this.

Aiden and Eliza are what you'd call childhood sweethearts. Ever since they met when they were ten, they had been inseparable. You couldn't imagine one without the other. The two started dating when they were about fourteen and they fell more and more in love with each other as the days went on. They had just gotten married about six months ago. 

The twins also had become good strong men that have helped keeping Jackson safe, thanks to their Uncle Tommy and to Joel. Joel was very proud of his boys and who they've become and he knew if (y/n) were still alive, she would be proud of them too.

Eventually, the group finally make it to Dina and Ellie's farmhouse and they all unload from the carriage. TJ jumps off of Joel's lap and goes over to Ethan, who got off of the carriage and started to help them out of the carriage.

Joel grunts as he gets up, grabs his cane and guitar then walks to the edge just as both of his sons stand by. "Come on, dad." Aiden said and Joel chuckles at this and says. "If you two don't quit babying me..."

"We're just worried about you, pops." Ethan said as Aiden takes Joel's cane and Ethan grabbed the guitar and the two young men help their old man down. "I know you are." Joel mutters as he lands on the ground and Aiden hands him his cane back. "Thank you." Joel said. "I'll hold onto this." Ethan said as he holds up the guitar and they start to walk towards the farmhouse.

"Well, look who showed up!" Jesse exclaims as he and JJ stand at the porch. The front door opens and Ellie walks out and smiles at the new company. Ethan and Aiden both go over and hug Ellie before they go to hug JJ and shake Jesse's hand then give him a quick hug.

Lily and Eliza hug Ellie as well then go over to JJ and Jesse. "How are you guys?" Ellie asked them while Joel walks up to the porch and smiles. They would tell her that they were good until Ellie looks at the little girl in Lily's arm.

"Hey munchkin!" Ellie said to her and the little girl holds her arms out to Ellie. "Sarah really likes you." Lily said, chuckling, as she hands the little girl over to Ellie. "Hey, Ethan and Aiden were the same way with her when they were babies." Joel said and Ellie turns to Joel and her lips curled into a smile.

"Hey babygirl." Joel greets, softly.

"Hey dad." Ellie said, smiling.

The two embraced for a few moments before Ellie pulls back and asks. "How you doin', old man?" Joel chuckles and replies. "Doin' alright. You?" Joel asked her. "I'm good." She replied and he nods at her. 

Ever since Abby was killed all those years ago, Joel and Ellie's relationship had slowly improved as the days went on. The two would often help the other whenever one of them relived the day (y/n) died, which caused sleepless nights, isolation, breakdowns, and reckless stunts during patrol, in Ellie’s case.

Ellie had forgiven Joel for what he and (y/n) did many years ago, having finally understood why they did what they did after she caught JJ’s eyes when he was born. Though (y/n) wasn't there to hear her say those words, Joel assured  Ellie that she would've been happy and that (y/n) loved her no matter what even after death.

This brought Ellie to tears and the two embraced each other as she started to cry, Joel let a few tears escape his eyes but did his best to keep it together for Ellie.

As the day turned into the evening, the family ate, drank, talked and laugh as everyone bonded and caught up with what was going on with their lives. JJ loved the guitar Joel had made for him and he started to play a bit from what he learn from Joel and Ellie.

They applaud once he finished and Joel gives him a proud smile. But then he noticed that Aiden and Eliza seemed a bit more quiet and nervous. "Aiden? Eliza? Everything alright?" Joel asked them and they look over at him, shocked. 

"Well, we...uh...we..." Aiden stammers as everyone looks at them. "Well, we do have an announcement but..." Eliza said and Dina nods at them. "What is it?" She asked. "We don't want to take away JJ's special day." Aiden said. "Go ahead, spit it out...what is it, Uncle Aiden?" JJ asked him then Aiden and Eliza share a look before she bites her lips.

"Well....to make a long story short, there's gonna be a new addition to this family." Aiden said as Eliza giggles. "Are you fucking serious?!" Ellie said, shocked, as everyone gasps. The young couple nod and Dina and Lily screech in excitement as they stand up and hug Eliza. "Congratulations!" Jesse said to Aiden as he pats his back.

"Thanks, Jesse." Aiden said as Ethan hugs his brother. "Way to go, bro!" Ethan said and Aiden laughs while Joel stands up and Aiden looks over at his father. "Congrats, Aiden." Joel said as Aiden walks up to him. "Thanks, dad." He said and father and son hugged each other.

"Can I talk to you, privately?" Aiden asked him. Joel nods and the two walk away from the others as they talk about the new baby with Eliza. Once they were away from listening ears, Aiden turns to Joel. "I was wondering if I could get your blessing..." he said and Joel raises an eyebrow at this. "Blessing? For what?" Joel asked, confused.

"Well, this baby....I don't know why but I have this weird feeling that it's gonna be a girl. And....I was wondering, if it's okay with you, if Eliza and I could name her (y/n)?" Aiden asked him and Joel's eyes begin to tear up at this. "Of course, you can..." Joel said, his voice shaking and full of emotion. Aiden smiles at this as Joel goes to wipe away the tears.

"I know she would've been honored." Joel said to Aiden just as Ethan comes up to them. "Who would've been honored?" Ethan asked, curious, and Aiden turns to his brother. "I asked dad if I could name the baby (y/n) if its a girl." Aiden replied and Ethan looks down at this.

"I wish she was here." Ethan said and Aiden nods. "Same here. I miss her so much." He said and Joel looks down at the ground. The boys look up at their father and noticed how sad he looked. Then both boys go to hug Joel as he tried to keep his emotions in check, trying not to attract any attention from the others.

The three Miller men break their embrace as Joel takes a deep breath then looks at his sons and nods, letting them know that he was alright. The boys give him a comforting smile before they go back to the festivities.

That night, Joel returns to his home and walks up the stairs to his room. He looks at his bed side table and stares at the picture of him, Sarah and (y/n) at Sarah's soccer game. He sits down on the bed then picks up the picture. He lets out a sigh as he stares at his girls; missing them now more than ever, especially (y/n).

He sets the picture down then takes off the chain around his neck, kissed the ring then sets it down on the table next to the picture and starts to get ready for bed. Once he gets ready for bed, he sets his cane to the side of the bed and lays down in the bed. He looks back at the photo and gives a small smile towards it. "Goodnight, girls." He mutters then he starts to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

He opens his eyes and realized, immediately, he wasn't in his home in Jackson. He was in a truck...his old truck. "What?" He mutters, confused, then he looks out the window and gasps. In front of him, was his old home back in Texas and it looked untouched, almost like how it was the night he, (y/n) and Sarah left it when the Outbreak first happened.

He looks to his right and sees his cane before he grabs it then gets out of his truck. He makes his way to the front door when he heard voices on the other side, familiar voices...voices he hadn't heard in a long time.

He opens the door and choked up a sob when he saw who the voices belonged to. "Dad!" Sarah exclaimed, happily, as she stands up and runs to him. She tackles him in a hug and Joel smiles as he holds her tight. "Sarah..." He whispers, tearfully, and she pulls back from the hug and smiles at him.

He raises his head up and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees (y/n). Only she looked much younger, it was like she hadn't aged a day since Outbreak Day. "(Y/N)." He said, softly, and she smiles and walks up to him. She reaches out, placed a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her hand on his face.

It had been so long since he felt her touch, he forgot what it felt like. He placed his hand over hers then turns his head to kiss her palm. (Y/N)'s smile grew wider as she lets out a breathless laugh. "Hey, Joel." He opens his eyes and stares at her as she looks him over.

"You got old." She said, chuckling a bit. Joel laughs as well while Sarah smiles and looks between them. "You don’t look too bad yourself." He said to her, smiling. She sniggers a bit then said. "You ol' sap." 

Well, I am the romantic type." Joel said and her smile grew wider. "You got your ways." She said, smiling, as he looks her over, lovingly. "I've miss you. Both of you." He whispers. "We've missed you too, Daddy." Sarah said.

"How’s everyone, Joel? The boys giving you trouble?" (Y/N) asked and Joel chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “The boys are great. You would be proud of how much they’ve grown. They even got a family of their own.” Joel explains and (y/n) smiles.

“And Ellie? How’s my other baby girl?" She asked him. “She’s doing good. Remember Dina?” He asked and she nods. “She and Dina married a few years back. After Seattle, we made it back and found out Dina was pregnant then she had a son named JJ. They live in a farm not too far from Jackson. And Jesse actually found someone new.”

“That’s good. I’m so happy for them. And what about your brother and Maria?” (y/n) asked, curiously. “They worked things out with their marriage. They have a kid as well, thank God that son of a bitch finally settled down.” Joel chuckles and (y/n) and Sarah laughs.

"Gosh, first I have two brothers, now I have a cousin?!" Sarah said. "Well, good thing I told him about you." Joel said and Sarah's smile grew bigger. "All good I hope." She said as she folds her arms across her chest, but her smile still plastered on her face.

"Naw, I told them every embarrassing story about you." Joel jokes and Sarah gives a playful scoff at this. Joel looks between his girls before (y/n) said. "We've missed you, Joel."

"I've missed you too. Both of you." He said as he looks at Sarah then looks at his wife. "Well, I sure hoped you did." (Y/N) said, sarcastically, and Joel chuckles. "But...you know, honey. You can stay here with us." (Y/N) said and Joel gives her a questioning look. "That is...if you want to." She finishes.

"Like...I have a choice?" He asked and she nods. "You can stay here with us or you can go back with Ellie and the boys." (Y/n) said and Joel looks at the girls then back towards the front door, obviously conflicted on the choice.

"I know it's hard but it is up to you, Joel. I'd understand either way." (Y/N) said as Joel looks back at her. He wanted to stay with Ellie and the boys to make more memories with them, especially since Aiden was about to have a baby, but then he felt that they didn't need him. He taught them everything he knows and they were all adults and were able to handle themselves. He also missed his wife and Sarah too much and seeing them made him feel complete.

He looks over at (y/n) then places a hand on her cheek, before he leans in and kisses her on the lips. His heart leaped into his chest once his lips touched hers; he forgot how soft her lips felt and how their lips felt together, like two pieces of the puzzle that fit together.

He pulls back and she looks him over and smiles again. "Hey, you look better now." She said, chuckling. He raises his eyebrow at this then looks over at a mirror that was hanging on the wall and noticed that he looked much younger. He stares at his reflection in shock before he looks back at (y/n) and smiles.

He goes to kiss her again then breaks the kiss before he hugs her. Sarah then goes up to her parents and hugs them, the original trio back together again as they hold each other tight. 

Few Days Later

A large group of people were at the cemetery, laying down some flowers on a freshly mound grave. Tears running down their faces as they mourn the loss of a member of their family.

Tommy wipes away his tears before he pats his nephews' shoulders then looked over at Ellie, who was just staring at the grave in sadness. Aiden and Ethan nod at their uncle as he, Maria and their son head back home. 

"Do you want us to stay, Ethan?" Lily asked him as she places a hand on his shoulder. TJ was sitting on a nearby bench, looking distraught, while Lily was carrying his sister in her arms. Eliza looks up at Aiden, who had the same look of sadness on his face just like Ellie and Ethan.

"Girls, I think we should give them space." Dina said to the two other women and they walk away, leaving Ellie, Ethan and Aiden standing before two graves. 

One of the graves had the name (y/n) Miller on it and next to it was a freshly dug up grave with a tombstone that they just placed on it, the name Joel Miller was engraved upon it.

The morning after JJ's birthday, Aiden and Ethan went by Joel's house to check on him but began to worry when they entered his home and he wasn't in his chair like he would be on any other normal day. Aiden thought maybe the festivities from the night prior might have worn the old man out but Ethan knew something was wrong.

They called out for Joel but no response. That is until they entered his bedroom and found Joel still laying in his bed, he looked peaceful. Ethan called out to him but when Joel didn't move, the boys begin to panic. Ethan ran over to the bed and checked his dad's pulse, only to realize that his skin was already cold.

"Well...at least he's with her." Ellie mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. "Yeah..." Aiden sobbed. "I hope you're happy, dad. We're gonna miss you." Ethan said, sadly. "Say hi to mom and Sarah for us." Aiden said. The three adults stare at their parents grave a few more minutes before the twin boys walk away but Ellie stays standing.

"I'll watch over them, don't you worry." Ellie said and she lets out a sigh before wiping away the tears. "Love you, mom and dad. I'll miss you." She whispers then she starts to walk away, catching up with her family.

[hi-epervier]

I’m in a writing funk. Have a Naruto/Sasuke + make-up thingy while I wrestle with my muse. 

There was a washroom, at the end of a corridor on the third floor of the school's science building, that went up in flames back in the 80's. They had renovated it since, but it retained a certain je-ne-sais-quoi that made one instantly ill at ease the moment they stepped past its treshold. Word had it between students that it was haunted, by Bloody Mary, or kids who hadn't managed to escape the fire, or something else entirely, depending of the version of the story you listened to. And, it was a boys washroom. One that smelled.

That washroom's entrance door creaked open.

'I'M TAKING A SHIT!' Naruto bellowed, hoping the interloper would hurry up and scram already, like the previous ones did.

He'd holed himself up in there specifically so that no one would bother him. So why the hell did it have so much trafic?!

Naruto listened for clues of what was going on, sagging in relief when he heard the door close.

Yet, just as he was bringing the brush to his face again, footsteps made themselves heard in the heavy silence.

Naruto bit back a groan. Great. Just his luck. They hadn't left.

And they were approaching, rather than retreating.

Whoever it was (one person, light steps, the presumed dude taking his sweet fucking time, like this was a stroll through the gardens or something) strode forward and past the first stalls, pushing doors open as he went.

Slowly, a pair of checkered sneakers came into view in the space visible under the locked door of Naruto's stall, and lingered there. Naruto glowered at them, trying to make them go away with the force of his mind alone. He slav squatted on the toilet seat, feet up high, so that shouldn't be a problem unless the asshat bent down and peeped under the door, but, still.

The sneakers and black jeans connected to them shifted, slightly to the right, (no!), then away, towards the urinals on the far wall of the room. Yes! Naruto thought frantically. Fuck off! Get lost!

Then, the sneackers angled themselves toward him again, the door handle gave, shitfing down, leaving Naruto plenty of time to feel a brick drop in his stomach when he realized that the lock was at the horizontal. He'd forgotten to turn it up!

Whatever protest he might have conjured stayed stuck in his throat as the door opened a few inches.

The dude (because it was a dude) looked every bit as much of a shithead as every other time they'd met, and was glaring down his stuck-up nose at Naruto.

Naruto gave him the finger.

'What.' Sniffle. 'Come to watch, creep?' He shoved his forearm under his runny nose, leaving a streak of snot on the sleeve of his lucky jacket, but who even cared at this point. That other shit had gotten into the corner of his eye, and it stung like a bitch.

The boy didn't react. He just hovered there, watching Naruto like a fucking statue, so, never breaking eye contact, Naruto lifted a buttcheek from where it rested on the closed toilet seat, and gave a big old fart.

Fraganced, too. One of his better ones, if he said so himself, and Naruto was a connoisseur.

The boy grimaced, but didn't run for the hills.

Why wasn't he leaving?

'Like to watch little boys on the toilet, eh, Uchiha freak-o? Does your mommy know?'

The boy finally moved, only to step inside the stall and lock himself up with Naruto in it.

Suddenly, Naruto wasn't so sure about this anymore.

'What the hell?!'

'Give that here,' Uchiha said, his voice gravelly. Whether from disuse or smoking or puberty was anyone's guess. Though perhaps not the smoking: Uchiha's teeth were all freakily white and clean, like the photoshopped models in the magazines he'd spied Sakura's bossy friend reading.

His stupid hair was always so perfectly styled and soft-looking, and his skin so clear, and his make-up thingy so sharp. Meanwhile, no god nor gel bottle could make Naruto's hair do anything else than stick up every which way, and girl stuff like hair pins made him look like a clown. It wasn't fair.

Uchiha held out a hand, palm up. Following his gaze, Naruto looked to himself, pausing on the small rectangular box he was craddling to his chest.

'Like hell!' he snarled. 'This is mine, go find your own!'

'I don't want to steal your stupid palette, you idiot.'

'Then what the fuck do you want?!'

'Give me that and find out.'

That! That right here! That's why Naruto couldn't stand the guy! (Well, one of the many reasons, anyway). The nerve of that guy, like he thought he was better than the rest of them or something! Like, like he couldn't be assed to make friends, like they were wasting his time! Well, though luck. Naruto had seen past his bullshit, he was nothing special!

'Sometime this year.'

'Fuck you!' Naruto hissed. 'Why the fuck would I do that? So you can laugh at me?!' Something dawned on him. 'You can't tell people about this! Not anyone! I'll kill you if you do! I-I-It isn't mine! Well, it is, but it's not for me! I-I'm not a girl!'

'Naruto.'

'It's for my cousin!'

'Idiot. Does it look like I'm laughing?'

Uh.

Naruto lifted a hand to his painted face. That's right. Somehow the fact that he looked like a fucking raccoon had managed to slip his mind for a hot minute.

'Well... no. B-But that doesn't mean anything, with a freak like you! I bet you don't even know how to smile, you... you... vampire!'

'Original,' Uchiha drawled, 'and inaccurate as ever. I assume you're referring to the iteration of the mytho dating back to the nineteenth century, which matches my skin tone, and let me guess, you're saying my eyes look lifeless? Internalized racism isn't a becoming look on you, you know that? Especially given your own heritage, but I guess what they say about blonds really is right after all, don't you agree?'

'Err...' said Naruto, who had switched off at 'inaccurate' and hadn't recovered since. 'W-whatever! It's true! And your big words don't scare me!'

Sure, Konoha High's dress code was lax, but Uchiha made it look like it was nonexistent, with his strange emo getup. It was unfair how he always got away with it. And people kept riding Naruto's ass about orange! Orange was a great color! The best color!

'Whatever,' Uchiha said, unlocking the door.

Naruto gaped at him, aghast.

'What are you doing?!'

'You're wasting my time.'

'You can't do that!' Naruto squacked, waggling a scandalized finger at the other boy. 'You can't barge in on people, and just... just... leave!'

Uchiha turned back to face him. 'No?'

'No!'

'Hm.' Uchiha held out his hand again.

Naruto stared at it, suspicion warring with curiosity for first place at the forefront of his mind.

'...Fine!' he decided at last. 'Fine. Whatever. Fine.' He shoved the palette into Uchiha's hand.

Uchiha inspected it, and snorted.

'What? You said you wouldn't laugh! What is it? Why are you laughing?!'

'Nothing. Brush.'

Oh. Right.

Naruto handed over the brush.

'Remover?'

Uh?

'Figures,' Uchiha grumbled, stuffing the make-up in his pocket.

And just like that, he left.

'Hey!'

Oh God, he'd just offered his mom's favorite palette on a silver plater to a fucking thief! He knew he couldn't trust this guy, he should have listened to his instincts! Kushina was going to skin him alive!

Wait.

Running water?

Naruto poked his head through the door. Sure enough, there Uchiha was near the single sink, picking up paper towels and putting them under the trickling water. Their gazes met in the mirror. It had a long gash near the lower corner.

'What are you doing?'

Uchiha ignored him. Several seconds later, the bastard walked back into the stall, pushing past a flabbergasted Naruto and telling him to 'sit'. In his confusion, Naruto obeyed, plopping down his ass on the toilet seat.

'Buy remover,' Uchiha ordered. Then, he set to work.

He started with the eyes, dabbing water against the corners of each of Naruto's irritated eyes, cleaning up the lashes with care once Naruto caught up and closed his eyelids. Next, he moved on to the area right over them, soaking up rivulets of soiled water with the paper before they had a chance of falling in Naruto's eyes. Sheet after sheet of paper got discarded as he worked his way around Naruto's mess, each coming off as brightly orange as the last, and with every bit of powder he removed, Naruto felt himself relax. It was... soft.

Weird, and soft. And wet. But soft. But weird.

And then the other boy used yet another paper towel to dry him up, and all at once it was over.

'Thanks,' Naruto mumbled in the silence.

Uchiha gave a short shrug.

'So,' Naruto spoke up, 'Er, so, I'll just... go!' He jumped to his feet. '...Thank you. I guess.'

Man, two thank yous. Kushina would be marking the day on the calendar if she could see this.

'Where are you going?'

Naruto stopped dead in his tracks.

'I. Somewhere?'

Uchiha looked at him as though Naruto had just grown a second head.

'Didn't you want some make-up?'

It felt a bit dumb lying about it now, so: 'I guess? But it can wait, so, um.' He could pester Uchiha into giving him back his palette later. Probably.

But as the boy peered at him with the first thing approaching hesitation to grace his face in all the time Naruto had had the displeasure of knowing him, it dawned on Naruto that perhaps Uchiha had meant to put it on him himself.

'Did you...?'

'Shut up,' Uchiha snapped, color tinting his cheeks. 'Get your ass back here!'

This time, when Uchiha grabbed his chin to manhandle him into position, there was nothing soft about his grip. Naruto must have hallucinated things earlier. He was fucking brutal!

'Hey, watch it!'

'Hold that,' Uchiha sniped back, fishing out the palette with his free hand and waiting impatiently until Naruto opened his fist to accept it. Uchiha worked open the latch, a frown creasing his brow while he considered the small array of orange-adjacent hues. Finally, he settled on a less saturated shade, swatching some of it on the back of Naruto's hand, ignoring the protest that 'that's the shittiest one!', and, seemingly satisfied, gathered more on the brush to put on Naruto's face.

'Close your eye.'

He worked in quick, light vertical strokes that tickled, squeezing on Naruto's cheeks when the later shifted; flitting from one eye to the other, back and forth again.

At some point, the washroom door swinged on its hinges.

'FUCK OFF!' Uchiha snarled, utterly vicious, his voice breaking near the end. The intruders hadn't finished scampering away like the devil was on their tail that Uchiha was already moving on to a vibrant copper, Naruto's sniggers drowned out by the door banging shut.

Uchiha ducked his head, the tiniest hint of a smile ghosting over his profile.

From there on, the atmosphere shifted to an amicable silence. The grip on Naruto's chin relaxed, and no more words were uttered.

He was starting to get drowsy when all movement of the brush stopped. Uchiha took a step back, frowning at his handiwork.

'Is it all gross?' Naruto joked. By now he'd started suspecting that Uchiha was one of those people with a perpetual case of resting bitch face.

'You're gross,' the boy replied, picking up the eyeshadow palette and letting Naruto see for himself in its pocket mirror. 'I guess it's not totally horrible on you.'

Naruto squinted at his reflection.

'Wow,' was all he could say.

'Calm down, Narcissus.'

Naruto knew that one. 'Yeah, well, that guy was super hot, and so am I! Thanks, dude.'

He accepted the palette Uchiha was handing him back.

'It won't stay on long.' Uchiha warned. 'Normally you should at least put on a proper base first.'

'Er, yeah.'

'...Just google it, dumbass.'

With that, he was gone.

Naruto shook his head at the boy's retreating back. What a weirdo.

[urbigbiddygothgf]

until you smile at me

The sky was grey and cloudy, the concrete was damp from rain the night before. It was cold enough to wear some layers, so Roman did just that. He had a white striped long sleeve with some blue cuffed overalls. He had yellow docs on and a black bomber to keep out the cold. His nose was red from being nipped continuously, his cheeks as well. He was flushed, even as he entered his first class.

Roman huffed as he laid out his binder, the circles under his eyes more prominent then they've been for a while. It's no surprise he overworked himself, anyone can see that. He started losing sleep about two weeks ago. He rubbed his sensitive eyes and stared up at the teacher taking roll. It was only 7:51.

His head started swaying gently, the hand on his cheek sliding to his neck as his eyes slipped shut.

"Roman!" He shuddered awake, his hands slamming on his desk as he looked around. Everyone was looking at him, even his teacher. It was now 8:17. Oh dear..

He wiped the drool from his chin. "Mr. Prince, if you fall asleep in my class one more time this week, I will give an eight period." Mr. Sanders huffed, clearly sick of Roman drifting to sleep in his class.

"Of course, sir. Sorry.." He mumbled, feeling small and helpless because of his teacher's stare. Thomas sighed, and placed down his roll sheet.

"Roman, go to the restroom and splash some water on your face. I don't want you sleepin in here, okay? Go, and grab the pass." He threw a thumb over his shoulder to the door, and Roman quickly nodded.

He entered the restroom and walked over to the sinks. Roman took notice of how bloodshot his eyes were, and turned the faucet on. The cold water on his flushed skin felt heavenly, he hummed as he fumbled around to turn off the sink. He blindly grabbed for the paper towels, but his fingers brushed against fabric instead. His hand retracted to his side as he fumbled away from the other, embarrassed. "Fuck- I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it. A little water never killed anybody." The other chimed as he looked down to examine his damp shirt. Roman remembered his face was still very wet, and dripping on his clothing. He groaned as he reached over cautiously and pulled out two crumpled paper towels. He patted his face down and tossed away the now moist towels.

"Still." He mumbled. He stood tall and looked over at the other. Roman was met with green eyes. That was the first thing he noticed, next he noticed the lit cigarette hanging between fluffy yet chapped lips, then a giant birthmark on the left side of the boy's face. His mouth went slack as the boy took in a lungful of smoke, then slowly blew it past his lips. It was aimed at the grimy tile. He wasn't fair skinned, but not quite tan either, and his hair was basically brown, with some gold streaks here and there.

The boy's hand reached up to fetch the cigarette caught between his lips, and Roman took note of how his nails were chewed to the hilt, yet his hands looked so soft and gentle. He stared down at the outstretched arm in front of him, the cigarette right there between his fingers. His fingers were long and skinny, his knuckles a soft shade of red.

"Wanna?" He glanced up to find green eyes again. He visibly looked uncomfortable, which made the other fidget.

"I don't do cigarettes.." Roman mumbled, hiding behind his hand.

"Oh," The other retracted his hand quickly, and stubbed it out against the sink before tossing it into the bin. "Sorry.."

"It's okay," His shoulders sagged. "I'm Roman, by the way."

"Ethan. Except others know me as a fucking delinquent." He chuckled, no real humor behind it. Roman frowned.

"Are you?"

"What?"

"A 'fucking delinquent'?" Roman smirked, leaning back against the sink. Ethan shrugged, pulling out his Zippo and pack of Marlboro.

"I try not to be, I guess. I didn't know having these made me one. I've never even had a detention before." Ethan scoffed, shoving those items back in the pocket of his black Levi's.

"Impressive." Roman grinned. "You got a bathroom pass?"

Ethan flashed his bathroom pass like it was badge. "I had to get out. Those assholes are so much, y'know? They're all like, 'Look at me! I'm normal, and handsome, and pretty, and popular as fuck so I can treat you like the gum under my shoe if I wanted to.' It's so stupid.." Ethan mumbled as he gripped his yellow beanie, taking it off and just holding it. Roman didn't respond, he couldn't.

They both gasped at the door screeching open, and in came Patton. "Whoa! It's just me! Roman, Mr. Sanders was worried when you didn't come back right away, he assumed you fell asleep in here." Patton said, the hall pass around his neck bumping against his sweatshirt. Roman's cheeks flushed, embarrassed. "Ugh, it smells like an ashtray in here.."

"I'ma assume you gotta go?" Ethan smirked. Roman nodded.

"Are you gonna stay in here and hide from the assholes?" Roman quipped, causing Ethan to laugh. It was warm and rich, making Roman feel gooey inside.

"I'm debating on it, now go to class, dork."

After that, they would encounter each other every so often. On their way to classes, at lunch, after and before school. Whenever they found each other, really.

Roman was putting his textbooks away, when a hand came on his shoulder. He stood still, just on instinct. "Roman?"

Oh. Thank God..

"Logan.." He released the breath he didn't know he was holding, and turned to face the love of his life. Of course, he didn't know that. "Hi."

"Salutations."

"What's up?" Roman shut his locker and followed Logan to lunch. The other was quieter then usual, which was concerning. "Logan, is something wrong?" Roman sounded desperate, which he hated. Logan probably needs a friend right now, not your stupid crush on him.

"Yes, actually. Something does appear to be the matter with me, and I honestly have no solution as to why I'm feeling this way.." Logan sighed as they sat down at their table, waiting for the others.

"Well, what is it? Describe it to me." Roman held his head up with his hand, and gave Logan his full attention. He didn't pay attention to how hungry he was.

"Well... There's this, person, I guess. I've known them for years and it's... I've always been fascinated by them. They're just so, unique, and peculiar. They don't 'walk with the crowd', they're them, and always have been. Never tried to be something or someone else. Even when they knew it would be easier to be just like everyone else." Logan sighed, a soft smile on his face. Roman hung onto every word, his smile growing the more Logan spoke.

They've known each other for years. They know everything about each other, favorite color, favorite movie, stupid fears, embarrassing moments- everything. And in middle school, Roman suffered with being the odd one out. It was hard for him to be him when everyone said he wouldn't get far being himself. But Logan, sweet Logan, never lost hope in Roman.

"And well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, this person, I've come to realize," Logan's cheeks turned red as he shoved his face into his palms. "I'm in love with them." He whispered. Roman's breath hitched. He was on fire, his blood was singing, his heart screaming as it pounded against his ribcage.

"In love, with them?" Roman squeaked, his voice wavering. "Who- are they? Do I know them?" A smile grew on his face as Logan looked at him with a soft smile.

"Yes, actually," Logan chuckled, taking his glasses off to fidget with them. Roman scooted closer just an inch, his fingers flexing against his thigh. He was anxious, but goddamn it- he was ready.

"Remus. I-It's Remus, your brother." Logan whispered.

Roman's smile slowly dissolved, replaced with a blank expression. Remus?

"My God, it feels so good to say out loud." Logan released the breath he was holding, and let out a breathy laugh. He placed his glasses back on and looked over to see Roman's stare. "Roman? Are you there?"

Roman looked down at the space between them, and pulled back. Stupid.. so fucking stupid-

"Hey, bitches." Roman glanced up to see Virgil set his tray down on the table, Patton following close behind, as well as Remus with some textbooks and an apple. They sat on the other side of the table. Good. Because Roman is doing everything he can not to grab somebody by the collar and go to town on them. He doesn't advocate violence, but fuck... He was gonna do something he would regret later.

"Roman?" He looked over to see Logan's furrowed brows, and he shut his eyes.

"I'm.." In love with you. I always have been, probably always will be. All the things I would do to call you mine. To be able to kiss you breathless, to hold and cherish you, I would do anything for just that. Anything for-

"- gonna go to the restroom." Roman threw on a smile, and made his way out of the cafeteria. His ears were ringing, he was breathing heavy, he felt dizzy, so fucking dizzy. His fist were clenching and unclenching. His rings became to tight for his flexing fingers. Everything was spinning, he was gonna break. He needed to break, he had to fucking bre-

He threw a punch to the first locker he laid eyes on when he opened them. Though he immediately regretted it. "FUCK!" Roman yelled as he held his injured hand to his stomach. He stumbled back against the same locker and slid down til his ass hit the floor. "Fuck.." He sobbed as he examined his hand. For one punch to the locker, his knuckles were split and bleeding, and his wrist felt sprained. He sobbed into his left hand, the one that wasn't injured.

After that, Ethan found him a few minutes later and hauled his ass to the nurse's office. He couldn't think of a cover story for how he injured himself, so he stayed completely silent and let Ethan talk for him. Later that night he went to the hospital and got stitches, as well as a cast for his wrist.

A week later him and Ethan are sitting on the school roof, both quiet and uncomfortable. They've never been so quiet with each other before, they were always talking about something. Anything. Roman hasn't even explained why Ethan found him sobbing against a locker with split knuckles.

It was cloudy, as always, and a cool breeze was in play, keeping the curls out of Roman's face. He was expressionless. He felt nothing yet everything at the same time. His hand and wrist were aching but he didn't care. He couldn't care. He felt like an idiot, a fucking moron for making Ethan worry, for telling Logan he was okay when he most certainly is not. He also felt like an idiot for not telling Logan his feelings sooner, he would do anything to just get the chance again. But sadly, it wasn't the case. At lunch, Roman saw how close Remus and Logan were, sharing earbuds and each other's books and papers. Logan was glowing, he was happy. He is happy.

Roman screwed his eyes shut, and let out a shallow breath. "Take out your pack."

"What?" Ethan asked, the surprise in his voice noticeable. Roman glanced at him, and cleared his throat. It was the first thing he's said to Ethan since this morning.

"Your pack. Take it out." Ethan frowned, but complied. He took out his pack and his Zippo. He glanced at Roman, and his lips parted. Ethan put a fresh cigarette between Roman's chapped lips, and flicked the Zippo to life, heating it til the butt turned red with flame. Roman inhaled the smoke gently and exhaled, the smoke going with the wind. Ethan retreated back to where he sat, lighting one for himself before shoving away the pack in his pocket.

"I thought you didn't do cigarettes." Ethan mumbled around his. Roman inhaled again, and let the smoke flow out of his mouth. Ever since Ethan got that information, he refused to smoke if Roman was ever around him. Sometimes he would leave his pack behind.

"Please, these were apart of me in middle school." Roman smirked. Ethan raised a brow, surprised. They both inhaled a lungful and released, their smoke intermingling and dissipating.

"Will.." Ethan started, but stopped when Roman looked over, the cigarette dangling between the other's lips making his stomach turn. "Will you ever tell me what happened? I mean- why you did it?" He signalled to the cast and sling. Roman looked down at his petty injury and took in another painful lung of smoke.

"Maybe."

A whole month after there meet-up on the roof, somewhere within the weeks, Roman finally introduced Ethan to the others, and they all just became one big group of losers. And there the losers were, the skatepark underneath the bridge and tracks. A train was rolling by, the park shaking slightly, but no one payed mind to it. Ethan sat on one the ramps, trying to desperately light a cigarette. "Piece of shit-"

"Here," He stopped the hurried flicking of his Zippo and looked over to see a lighter. His eyes roamed upwards, and he smirked up at Roman. Ethan leaned over, and Roman lit his cigarette for him while it was still between his lips. The gesture made Ethan's skin crawl, also just looking up at Roman through his lashes made him shiver. Okay, so, maybe... Over the past three months, Ethan has been a bit...

Head over heels for Roman.

He sat down beside Ethan, and watched over the skaters as they rode down the ramps and kicked off the edges of the dips. His eyes landed on Remus, who kicked off the ramp and road down the turnpike, landing on the other side before rolling back down. Roman watched as Remus was thrown off his board, landing hands first. He gasped as he quickly got up to run over, but stopped when he saw Logan run over. The boy helped his boyfriend up and wiped away the dirt and dust from his hands. Roman frowned slightly at the sight of Logan kissing him better, but he just simply looked down at his shoes. Atleast Patton and Virgil were having fun, they were practicing heelflips at the other end of the park, near the gate.

Ethan took notice of Roman's sour face, and offered up his cigarette. He took it immediately, inhaling and huffing til his throat burned. "Take it easy, Ro. Just... pace yourself." Ethan mumbled as he watched Roman lower the cigarette slowly. He took notice of how Logan was on Remus' board, and he was slowly pushing him along the pavement, both of them laughing. Ethan hasn't gotten to know Logan that well, but Remus has to be one his best friends, along with Roman and Virgil. And Patton is a doll to be around too. Remus said he and Logan had been dating for about a month, and the two are a cute couple, considering how different they were.

"That's why.." Roman whispered to his shoes. Ethan quirked up his brows, confused. "That's the reason I was crying." He finished softly.

"Oh.." It made sense, Roman would always get sad or unresponsive whenever the two were around. Ethan's eyes widened as he looked over at his friend. "You're in love with L-"

"Was!" Roman interrupted, shoving his hands in his hair and tugging. "I was.. fuck, I probably still am, but-" He looked over at his brother's smiling face, his tooth gap noticable. Remus always hated his smile, refused to smile. He was bathing in Logan's love an affection, and he changed because of it. Roman can deal with his broken heart if it means Remus is happy.

"He's smiling. They're... In love. I guess this is just part of it," Roman shrugged.

"What is?"

The two stared at each other for what felt like hours, Ethan's cheeks heating.

"When you fall in love someone, you risk rejection. Every. Single. Day. And that's the thing," Roman looked over at Ethan with wet eyes. "I never took the risk.."

Ethan watched as Roman cried softly into his cast. He took off the sling last week, so he could move his arm freely. Though, he still had the cast, so it was still a disadvantage. Ethan looked out over the park, and gulped.

'When you fall in love with someone, you risk rejection'...

Risk.

"Roman.. I-"

"I'm not making that mistake again." Roman interrupted once more wiping away his tears. Ethan furrowed his brows when Roman turned to him, and gasped when his cold hands cradled his flushed face.

"Roman?"

Their lips connected softly, chaste and slow. Ethan tensed at the feeling, but relaxed as Roman kissed him slow and senseless. Their noses brushed when they switched sides. It felt like absolute heaven.

Another train was rolling overhead, blocking out any of the noise from the skatepark. Ethan smiled into their kiss when Roman pushed into him softly, inviting. His arms wrapped around his boy gently, one hand going into his hair. They pulled apart when oxygen was limited, both gasping.

After a while, Roman leaned forward and stole one more searing kiss before pulling away to connect their foreheads. Ethan grinned as he continued to pick at Roman's curls.

"What is it?" Roman raised a brow.

"Your mouth taste like an ashtray."

"Shut up.."

@lostonehero @imbasicallyshakespear

If there are any typos/grammatical errors/etc. please inform me and I will fix it immediately. Hope you enjoyed!

[jennasims]

I saw the Get to Know Me Tag floating around and I wanted to try it out. It’s also been a while since I’ve made my simself! I’m not always mad but I do have a quick temper thus my face up above. Under the cut is the rest of the questions.

I was not tagged but I tag anyone that wants to do it!

RULES: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

Traits: Bookworm, Hot-headed, Foodie

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Jenna

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? most of my nicknames in life are based off of my last name sooooo....

3. BIRTHDAY? February 5

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I read a lot of books, mostly stand alones. I guess Hunger Games?

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? yes and yes

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Courtney Summers

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Alt Nation on xm radio, or my spotify

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? blue raspberry!!

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? amazing

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? &Run by Sir Sly

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? I don’t think I have a favorite word! maybe zesty

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? something off the new 21P album, can’t remember the name

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Gilmore Girls, Brooklyn 99, Parks & Rec, Chef’s Table, Parts Unknown w/ Anthony Bourdain (RIP)

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? I like to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race when I’m feeling terrible, I don’t have the attention span for movies.

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? mostly Sims, but I like Animal Crossing and Pokemon

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? dying alone

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I’m really passionate about things when I want to be

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? sometimes I can be distant to close family and friends

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? I love both but my kitty is the best boy

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Fall, but summer in Maine is always great

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? yeah with myself thank u next

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? No responsibilities NO BILLS

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Kat + Jess

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? brown with blonde streaks

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? My family and my friends and my cat

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Kat

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? my friends from school who I haven’t seen in ages

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Christmas? trying to plan a trip for next year too so maybe that if it comes through!!

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Coffeeeeee

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Spongebob + Rugrats

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? I don’t think I could tell any man ANYTHING right now but there are some I’ll tell a lot to.

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? a little bit!

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? I hate rodents!!!

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? a little bit of both but it’s usually me behind the camera

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? reading, writing, cooking, Sims

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Where She Went by Gayle Forman

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? some christmas movie on netflix I already forget what it was called

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I played the flute for about two weeks in the 5th grade

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Cats & dogs but I also love bears

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? to stop time

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? On the couch or out in the woods with a bowl

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? nature! good music

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? lol sports. sometimes I do yoga

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? fountain sprite or Dunks coffee

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? today! I sent my friend a gift in the mail

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? a little bit

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? impolite and closeminded people

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? [pasdfiosjfkjlasdk yeah I’ve been to a TON because I’m a concert junkie

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? nah

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A teacher/a journalist/an actress

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? maybe Hogwarts?

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? losing someone very important to me, being unable to pay my bills

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? only like, PITCH BLACK dark

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? I love singing along but I think I’m terrible

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? not in HS but lots in college to smoke weed on the beach

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? the beach!!! I love love love the water

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? I like where I am now a lot

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? a kitty cat named Poe

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? a night owl, I’m up way too late for my own good

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunsets

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? yes

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones 

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yes

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? I like pretty much everything but rap/country

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? my mom

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? not really

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? lol my road rage is real

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? mostly real books but don’t mind electronic devices

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? History & English

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? older brother + older sister

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? coffee

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′3″

75. CAN YOU COOK? yes I love to cook

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? laughing, listening to others, adventures

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? confrontation when it doesn’t involve me, emotions, stupid heads

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? even mix I’d say

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? straight

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Maine

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my friend

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? on Monday lol

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? like a lot of Youtubers tbh

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? every once in a while

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? Instagram

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I love them both and they love me! sometimes my mom and I butt heads but we’re just both really headstrong lol

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? British & New Zealand

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Sweden 

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 5

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? nope

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? not really

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? deep ocean!! 

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? sometimes

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? nope

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yes

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? nope

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? ahahahaha every once in a while I guess

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? beach!!

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? control what you can // confront what you can’t // always remember how lucky you are to have yourself

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? yes with small lies

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Ravenclaw

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? all the timeeee

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? depends on the day

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I try to keep one but it never works

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? depends on the circumstance

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Return it to the owner (if I can find the address & it isn’t too far) otherwise bring it to the police station

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes, but not always.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? verrrry

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yes I love to fly I wish I did it more

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? just my ears

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? meh

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? yes “(un)lost” on my wrist

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? move to Maine by myself

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yes she’s a bitch

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? nope

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? maybe someday! too early in my life to tell

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my older brother

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? god why ask

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yes many times

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Dark blue/gray/black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? YES!!

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? yeah! I was on the Today Show when I was 10 

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 23

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? always be your own sunshine

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? i’ve got a lethal sweet tooth

[s1mpl3sp0ng3]

i answered all those oc things myself because fuk da poleese

1. Do they get out of bed on the right side, or the left?

neither of them care, but usually perry sleeps on the left side of the bed

2. Do they sleep with socks on, or off?

perry leaves his little foot sock things on but luna is a disgusting rodent who doesn’t wear socks

3. Do they prefer to be a little bit too hot, or a little bit too cold?

perry prefers things to be pretty warm while luna is the opposite, they have thermostat wars a lot

4. What time do they usually brush their teeth?

luna is lucky if she can wake up before 12 if she’s not working, so usually like after she gets something to eat. meanwhile perry wakes up super early in the morning and often forgets to. he does his best but he Stinky

5. Paper bags, or plastic bags?

they don care

6. If they were to lay down on their side, would it be their right side or their left side?

luna sleeps on her left side, perry sleeps on his right

7. About how many direct punches would it take to knock them down?

unless you’re like alfred’s height or taller, it would take a lot of punches to bring perry down. it’s like punching a brick wall but it’s 600 pounds of Soft Boi. meanwhile luna can get knocked down with a single punch but she never stops getting back up. the queen of “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT”

8. Do they prefer swimming in saltwater, or freshwater?

to luna, water is water. that bitch loves to swim

perry prefers not to, if they go to the beach or to a pool he usually sits in a chair and reads by the water. he can swim, he just doesn’t like to. it’s some weird predilection he has, there’s no trauma behind it

9. Does their toilet paper roll face in or out?

they’re both heathens who do it facing in just because holy shit it doesn’t matter IT’S ALL GOING TO THE SAME PLACE

10. Do they keep their ketchup in or out of the refrigerator?

luna’s a piece of shit who leaves it out, perry usually puts it back afterwards

11. How many pillows are on their bed?

perry is a simple boi, usually he has about three pillows on his bed. he usually has trouble sleeping if he’s not holding on to one (can’t sleep without holding on to a motherfucker)

luna’s bed is pretty much all pillows

12. What color are their favorite socks?

perry just wears plain black socks, but he has some argyle ones he’s really fond of. luna doesn’t wear socks because she’s a Dirt Goblin

13. How often do they kick things underneath furniture to avoid picking it up?

luna does this ALL THE TIME and it annoys the shit out of perry, who is kind of a neat freak. he doesn’t like get mad at her but he’ll like be cleaning and see all this stuff under the couch and just exhale loudly to himself. luna you are the older sibling you have a job and you pay bills stOP DOING THIS

14. If they were to suddenly be gifted a new horse, what would they name it?

luna would name it something stupid like “dynamite thunder” or “bep.” perry, in the most deadpan voice, would just respond with “i would break this thing’s back” and then politely refuse

15. What is their favorite flavor of cake for their birthday?

luna loves chocolate, perry isn’t super big on sweets but he likes peanut butter-flavored stuff

16. How often do they shower?

pretty often? luna showers every night because she’s obsessed with keeping her hair nice even if she’s hungover or dead tired, and perry showers every other morning. usually he does a sniff test. it’s ironic because he keeps everything else so clean but when it comes to his body he’s like “ehhhhhh i’ll wait until tomorrow”

17. Do they keep their t.v and radio volumes on odd or even numbers?

luna don’t fuckin care, she just turns that shit up. perry probably keeps his at an even number? usually at average volume because boi has sensitive ears

18. Do they read the whole paper, or do they just read the comic sections?

like either of these idiots read the paper

19. Do they have a detailed calendar to keep track of events, or is their life kind of just a mess?

luna surprisingly keeps her events and social life in order as much as she can (when she’s not partying), while in contrast she keeps kind of a messy room. meanwhile perry forgets everything social he ever has to do unless it’s a date or going grocery shopping. he tries but he’s really bad about it

20. How many hats do they own?

perry has like ten different beanies, luna doesn’t really do hats

21. If they have a cellphone, what is the wallpaper background of?

perry’s phone (which is probably fucking HUGE) probably has one of those plant illustration things, like the specimen posters? that or something with cats. luna’s is probably something neon and dripping in glitter

22. What do they dream about most often?

both of them struggle with nightmares, perry to a bigger extent though. usually luna’s dreams are weird and nonsensical, and her nightmares are about her mom and people she’s hurt in the past. perry never seems to remember his dreams, but his nightmares are always about earl/waking up back where he was “born”

23. If they could dye their hair any color, what would they pick?

luna would definitely dye hers pink or black. when she learns that her biological mom has black hair, she’s super tempted. perry, on the other hand, would probably keep his the same. tho when he starts hanging around alfred he might think about getting a blue streak somewhere

24. What do they see in an ideal roommate?

perry would prefer someone who’s clean, polite, and not too loud -- luna is none of those things but he loves her anyway. luna, on the other hand, has no preference. she’ll chill w/ anyone

25. What is the craziest thing they have ever done at some kind of party?

with luna that’s too many things to list. i’m sure she’s set things on fire or woken up in a parking lot. perry doesn’t party at all, but sometimes he’s had to bail luna out of situations at parties that got too physical. he’s largely nonviolent but he’s had to throw a few punches before

this was fun holy shit

if anyone wants to do this then do it i guess

[thatonewingedsorcerer]

We Got Video Now

"Okay, so me, the rune witch, and our very tired kelpie, we w-"

"I'm tired cause I own the only braincell of this trio"

"It's cause your the mom friend"

"You're right and I despise that"

"Anyways, we were on a supply run when , One: I remembered we never explain anything about who and where we are, and Two: we found an old camcorder!"

"Anyways, hey hold this, we going to try to get video here"

"Wha- fine"

[There's rustling as someone seems to be handing off a mic]

"Guys!, I think I got it working"

{Video cuts in, it seems to be pointing down as the only things visable is a pair of shoes, it's very blurry}

"The quaility is shit though, eh it's good enough"

{The camera straightens out and the focus is played with for a second, There's two women visible. One has a pair of sunglasses perched on her head, along with two very noticeable eye bags. Her lower half of her face is covered with some cloth, there’s a hood bunched up around her neck. Her red hair looks windswept while still holding a very strong aura of bed head. There’s a bow and arrow on her back along with a quiver, there’s also a longsword on her hip. She’s wearing jeans with a tailcoat buttoned over a dark green shirt, with knee high boots. The second one is wearing a tank top and shorts, there’s a cloak tied around her waist, it reaches her ankles. There’s several runes and sigils visible on her skin, the quality’s too poor to be able to make them out. She has a pair of steampunk goggles on her head and a half-face gas mask. She has a backpack by her feet as she's playing with a butterfly knife}

“Here’s the mic”

{The one with red hair tosses a audio recorder at whoever’s holding the camera}

“Thanks anyway, right now we’re heading to our local string of power lines, 3 miles out. We don’t know how they get power, we don’t know why we can get wifi there, we don’t question it”

“We stopped asking questions a long time ago”

“The rune witch has the dead batteries we need to charge in the bag along with the laptop, so we can edit and post this thing”

{A hand comes from behind the camera and points at the bag at the feet of the one with runes}

“Laptop? I thought you had it”

“Come on!, give me a minute. How far are we again?”

“Bout one and a half miles”

[groan] “Fine”

{they hand off the camera to the red hair one, as the view flips around, there’s a clear view of whoever was recording. They’re wearing too many clothes to be able to place a gender, lots of layers, but two wings as tall as them are sticking out their back. They have sunglasses and a pair of aviator goggles on their head under a hood, along their own gas mask. They take off their sunglasses and pull on their goggles. Putting down their own bag and an instrument case, they take a few steps back and fly off}

“You have it don’t you”

{She only response with a smile}

“Of course you do. Any who while we wait for them to get back, I’ll explain something, like where we are, This is a seam for forgotten things”

{She pans the camera around, there’s piles of different things along with half destroyed buildings. Where the two are standing though there seems to be an absence of things, like a path has been cleared. other than that everything seems to be a stark white}

“A seam is basically a natural generated pocket dimension, while most people make their own pocket dimensions to store things, this one was generated by the multiverse. There’s a bunch of these, some of them are for lost souls, those seams are better known as purgatory, others house broken things, some discarded things, lost things, or forgotten things like this one. We don’t entirely understand how things appear in here, but even if everyone dies it still counts as forgotten for some reason, that’s why we have so many broken buildings here”

{She pans to the broken walls around the two of them, as she hits one of them with the side of her fist}

“But our basic understanding is, you know when you forget about something and it seems to disappear, like you lose some coins in an old jacket pocket and then next year the pocket’s empty, well those coins end up here. Anything forgotten and basically disappear, appears here. This does include storms and fires.”

“One time I got caught in a hurricane, I hated it”

“Yeah, natural disaster just popping up next to us, is not fun. Part of the reason we wear lots of facial covering when we go out the Library, is the dust storms and the stupid amount of poison gas that somehow gets in here”

{She turns the camera to her face and pulls down the cloth covering her face down a little to reveal a small device over her mouth and nose, there’s a couple runes on it. Also the sunglasses also seem to have runes of there own. She turns the camera back around}

“People can also create portals into seams, which is how we got here. We were teenagers, and we found an old cabin in the wood with a bunch of old notes on magic. We took a journal labeled dimensional travel, I guess we thought it would be fun. It took us about three days to gather the things for the spell circle, It really shouldn’t of worked. Well, then we got trapped here, because the portal to our dimension closed behind us. So we use the stuff in here to try to find a way back because-”

{She walks around the wall and grabs a book off a huge pile of random objects, and pulls her leg up to write a quick rune on the cover. A series of symbols appear near the rune}

“Most thing in here have symbols like this when we use a dimensional locate rune our warlock made. We can use these symbols in a dimension travel spell circle to head to the dimension it came from. We still haven’t found our original dimension, but we were able to get to a dimension where the spell circle killed us instead, so close enough I guess”

“How long has it been since wings left I would of thought they would of been ba-”

{A black streak dives out of the sky, tackling the warlock, they tumble a few feet before stopping, they’re in a small pile as the winged one is yelling at her as the scuffle}

“You little bitch, you made me fly 3 miles for NOTHING, I’m going to combo you into fucki-”

“Hey you two stop, just kiss and make up”

“Sorry mom”

“Sorry, mum”

“Ew, no. I’m not even that much older than you”

“You’re literally centuries older then the both of us”

“Ah curse my mythological heritage”

“Give me the camera back”

“Say please”

{She tosses the camera and recorder back to the winged being}

“Alright so our kelpie must have bored you so it’s time to sign off, till next time, that one winged sorcerer”

“Wait wait wait did you say ‘kiss and make up’, What the fuck An-”

[lukeysgirl]

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.7

Part S E V E N 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3k+

AN: eep, i came back early from my small vacation aha ^^ anyways, hi! im so happy you guys are getting to like this series (makes me smile lots). im so sorry this part was a little delayed as i was away w/o my pc. but im here and will try to write much faster x oh, and 100 notes please <3 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Sunday 

After sleeping through the rest of Saturday, you decided to stroll outside on a Sunday morning. And, of course, it was raining. 

You draped on a large, gray sweater, the kind that was actually hand knit and not a generic made from a company. Your legs were hugged by navy blue leggings, which was ornate with unintentional holes. You shoved on a pair of green-gray Converse as you walked down the middle of the quiet, vacant road. 

Your head was buzzing. Your body was slowly adapting back to its usual, completely-in-control setting as you slowly trotted down the road. The black road ornate with yellow streaks worth of paint shined from Natures produce. You felt the cool dollops moisten your face, feeling somewhat refreshed but annoyed. It hadn’t occurred to you to get an umbrella until you were too far to go back for one. 

As you walked slowly, you suddenly found light making the road glisten before you. A honk proceeded, and that’s when your brain crashed. Pain ensured through your skull as you quickly held your head with your hand. A loud, high-pitched beep began in  your ears, and you had begun offering deals to the Devil to make it all stop. So you walked over to the sidewalk, as that’s what you assumed the car wanted. But it remained still when you moved, so you turned to look over in curiosity. 

“What the fuck are you doing in this rain?” A distant voice called, having you squint your eyes to see Luke Hemmings in the drivers seat. Just your luck. “Get in here!” 

The Australian’s beckoning made you somewhat reluctant, but it was Luke. Your eyes scanned his ride, seeing a black colored who-knows-what right before you. It wasn’t required to know car names or brands, so you hadn’t been bothered to fill your mind with none of that. Slowly, you welcomed yourself back on the road before opening the door to shotgun and hopping in. 

“What’re you doing out in the rain like that, Y/N?” Luke demanded, his voice 10 times as loud as you slowly and gently closed the car door. You hissed in pain, waving at him to lower his volume as you clipped the seat belt on. “Hungover?” 

“Apparently,” you muttered, your voice sounding incredibly muffled. Your eyes diverted to Luke to eye him a bit. White tee, black jeans, black converse-- the usual with Luke. His lanky being was bent due to the seat, but his posture was proper with his blonde hair droopy and weak due to the rainfall. It was strange to see Luke out of school, even if that has happened often before. But this was a first to actually hop into the boys car. 

“I’ll shut off my music then,” Luke said simply as he disconnected his iPhone from the AUX cord that was connected to the car. You appreciated this gesture and mumbled a quick thank you as Luke also began winding up the windows. “Back to my ask, though. Why are you out in the rain like that?” 

“Like what?” You asked, looking down at your damp clothing. “I’m not butt naked, Hemmings.” 

“But you could’ve at least tried to stay dry,” Luke said quietly, having you watch as he twisted his torso to direct his body to the back of his car. He began reaching for something, having pain annoy your eyes when diverting towards the back. 

“I forgot my umbrella when it was too late,” you admitted, yawning right after. Tears began collecting in your eyes from it, indicating your exhaustion as Luke stopped his digging. Suddenly, Luke had tossed a warm objected on your lap. You felt the car begin to move as you stared down at the basil-colored object. It was a blanket, almost a small quilt as you rubbed your hands upon its silky texture. You opened it to spread it some more, feeling it cover all of your legs as you tugged it a bit up to cover your torso. You unintentionally too a whiff, and found it to smell exactly like Luke. 

“Have you eaten yet?” Luke asked quietly, having you look up at the windshield to see nothing but wet road. Water droplets hit the window as the wipers kept coming in on beat to smear them away. You shook your head no, too tired to keep using your vocals as you watched the road. “Alright, let’s go to a diner.” 

“I don’t have that kind of money,” you admitted embarrassingly. 

“I didn’t ask if you did,” Luke said simply, shutting you down as you watched the road in defeat. 

The two of you were seated in a booth, across from one another. 

80s music boomed the restaurant, thanking the restaurant mentally for the choice of Michael Jackson. People were ornate all over the retro scene, most of them being seniors. Wisps of red and shiny silver were the rhythm of the place, with waitresses forced to wear yellow polo’s and short, red skirts. They were skating around the place, having you question if they could be good at ice skating. 

“Order whatever you’d like,” Luke began, giving you his genuine, small smile as he held up his menu. You left yours lying on the table, studying the disgusting stains of food from previous customers. You then shut your eyes as you pushed your menu a bit away from you. “Do you already know what you want?” 

“I’m not eating anything,” you muttered, your sight pitch black as you listened to Billie Jean dance around the joint. 

“Oh?” Luke responded in a shocked tone. “Why not?” 

“Because you’re trying to pay for it,” you admitted with a gulp. “And I’m not in the mood to bother with debt.” 

“Then tell me this: why didn’t you eat at home?” Luke asked, having you open your eyes at his words. You couldn’t come up with a valid point without exposing the entirety of your life, having you purse your lips as you looked down at the menu. 

“I’m not hungry,” you lied, twiddling your thumbs as you listened to the rain become more harsh beside you. You were far too stubborn, and you could admit that proudly. Everyone hated owing people. Especially owing to someone as kind as Luke Hemmings. 

“Then I’ll just order everything on the menu, and eat as much as I can,” Luke began, diverting your eyes to see his stern expression. You were in disbelief, attempting to find bluff somewhere in his ocean eyes. But they hadn’t dared stared somewhere else, seeing nothing but seriousness in them. Luke then turned over and rose his arm, his eyes searching for a body. “Waitress!” 

“I’ll have pancakes,” you spat, grumpily slugging into the uncomfortable, red couch of the booth as a skater girl came over. She rose her notepad over, barely looking at you before ogling Luke. 

“What would you like?” The waitress asked kindly, seeming unsatisfied with her own performance. It was likely she thought you and Luke were a thing and was unable to flirt with him. You felt bad for mentally laughing at the girl as Luke told her the orders. You were far too tired to be bothered to stare her down and take in her appearance and features. As soon as she left, you diverted your eyes back to Luke and crinkled your nose. 

“She wanted to get in your pants,” you respond bluntly, having Luke snort before taking a sip of his tap water. He was quick to drop his smile and stared at you intensely, having you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Why were you so mean with Nadia?” Luke asked, having you stare at his immensely stern face. How did he get that from her wanting to fuck him? 

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically laughed as you grabbed your own cup and took a sip. “It’s not like I want to be. I’d rather save my energy than lash at her.” And that was the full and utter truth. 

“Then what was with the cruel remarks?” Luke began quietly. “I understand you defend yourself when she’s being a bitch, but it seemed like you had a genuine grudge on her.” 

“Ah, she was being dumb earlier at the party at the bar,” you said simply as you grabbed the covered straw at the side and began opening it. “She had started by calling me ugly, but that’s not the thing that really pissed me off.” 

“Oh? Enlighten me.” You felt suddenly challenged by Luke for some reason. It was stupid to request elaboration from you when your words should be the most trusted. At least, in your opinion. 

“I mean, she called Des an ape and made fun of Savannah’s dyslexia,” you replied, dropped the straw in the cup and watched it swirl down until it hit the bottom. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling goosebumps dry from the coolness of the restaurant striking at your fairly damp clothing. “So if you wanted me to stand there like a useless piece of shit, you’ve got to be some sort of stupid. Racist and ignorant, that girl.” 

“Alex splashed her beer on her,” Luke tries. You laughed bitterly. 

“I don’t control the girl, but she needed to cool down,” you joked, but Luke didn’t take that kindly. He slammed both of his hands on the table, having it shake while releasing a very loud noise. Pairs of eyes around you diverted to your booth, having you look at Luke in shock as he looked immensely annoyed. A vein was crawling up his left temple as he studied you angrily. Intense ripples developed in both cups of water as it danced to the center of the cups before returning to the rims. 

“Stop acting like you were justified!” Luke barked, leaving you slightly agape as his ocean eyes danced with vexation. “I get what she said was disgusting but you’re not the bigger man here!” 

“Lower your fucking voice with me, Hemmings,” you growled, refusing to take that from him. Your heartbeat was loud and clear in your head, making your skull throb with Luke’s loud tone adding to it. “I don’t fucking understand what you want me to do-- apologize? You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’ll be doing that.” 

“No, but you should realize that you were not completely in the right here,” Luke barked, bending his fingers as the tips were firmly on the table. “Alexis went a little too far and you should not be proud of her.” 

“Why the hell are you trying to scold me like you’re my boyfriend?” You spat, having Luke’s eyes somewhat lighten from your words. You held yourself from saying father. “You’re clearly not my boyfriend, Luke, so don’t start.” You then stared a little more and allowed gears to run in your head. “Oh I see...” 

“See what?” 

“You’re her boyfriend, huh?” You accused, having you lean back and let out a cold chuckle. “What a catch she is. No wonder why you couldn’t help yourself last night and let me get taken by another pair of arms.” 

“Your assumptions are beyond me sometimes, Y/N,” Luke said with an awestruck smile. “I’m not dating Nadia, nor will I ever want to. It wasn’t my fault that you chose to let Nathan take you home. Did he even take you to your house?” 

“Oh man,” you dragged, smiling from disbelief as you stared at the obviously jealous Luke. “Are you jealous, Luke?” 

“Yes, I fucking am!” Luke barked, placing his forehead on his hand to let out an aggravated sigh. You shook your head, slightly pissed that he was using up your energy just because he was a little jealous. “I said I love you, Y/N. Did you think I’d be cool with Nathan taking you home?” 

“I asked you to take me home, Luke,” you began darkly, having Luke’s face soften. His eyebrows rose, his blue eyes turned like the sky, and those rough lips barely parted. “Did you think I was cool with Nathan taking me home?” Luke fell silent, having you let out a shaky sigh as you stacked the two menus and leaned it at the edge for a waitress to come and retrieve them. “That’s what I thought.” 

“But you didn’t do anything,” Luke began quietly, diverting his eyes down to his lap. “You didn’t beg for me to come over, you didn’t try to get out of his arms. You didn’t let me do what you asked of me, Y/N.” 

“Luke, I was fucking drunk,” you began, having Luke wince as you spewed those words. “I was drunk, and at that time, I relied on you. We’re not close, but you always put in effort in finding reason to be around me so I trusted you more than anyone there. My girlfriends were too busy having a ball and I didn’t want to ruin that for them. I didn’t want to ruin that for you either but I really wanted your help just this once. And I know how much you want to help me.” 

“Y/N...” Luke muttered, allowing himself to trail off so you can continue. But he didn’t stop there. “You left with that prick anyways, even when I was calling your name.” 

“Did you think I wanted to?” You glared at Luke, unsure as to how stupid he could really be. “Nathan took me home because you let me go and he caught me. I was drunk and he just so happened to pop up and steal your damn thunder. So I’m sorry if you’re mad but the only thing I owe you was going to the party and I did go. That’s it.” 

The two of you held an annoying silence. The several pairs of eyes remained as you locked eyes with Luke. His azure orbs glistened, seeing the pupils shake as they dilated. A sudden fatigue arrived and you found yourself moving towards the window to lean your head against the window. Luke watched you, seeing you stare outside where the rain was pouring and bodies of waters walked around with their portable roofs worth of umbrellas. 

“I’m sorry,” Luke said gently but you were quick to wave him off. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you said simply while diverting your eyes back to the blonde. He moved over as well so he could be exactly across from you. “I’m only taking it if it’s solely over raising your voice at me because my head is searing right now.” 

“Ah shit, m’sorry, Y/N,” Luke began, his cheeks flaring pink as he as well leaned his head on the window. You two locked a stare and stayed there for a few moments to cherish the quietness. But the noise surged back after the two of you had quieted down and that made you disappointed. “I’m glad he took you home though. He gets some tolerance for that.” 

“Oh wow, how rewarding,” you began sarcastically, allowing a soft smile to paint your lips as Luke smiled back. You didn’t want to admit, but his gentle smiles were very sweet and full of warmth. It made the coolness that you currently felt disappear. “You’re something else, Luke.” 

“Ditto,” Luke said with a small snort. His sharp nose crinkled a bit as he did and something hit your heart so suddenly right after. “I’m surprised you didn’t have some dignified last words before storming out of the diner in the rain.” 

“D’you think this is a real like teenage drama show?” You exclaimed, having Luke chuckle as you rolled your eyes. “You wish. It’s effort to be petty, Luke. I’d also like to point out that the rain is falling onto earth like fucking bullets, so you’re insane if you thought I was gonna storm out of here over that.” 

“Ha,” Luke hummed, grinning at your stupid pun as you gave him a small smile. “I still am sorry for that really brief argument I started. Is there anything I could do to prove it?” 

Before you could say a thing, your waitress returned to place several plates of food on the booth’s table. Fluffy hot cakes with eggs and bacon, ornate with pepper and salts of the spice family. Bowls of berries that looked too much like art to even be real. Cups of milk and orange juice joined the party as she grabbed your menus. You and Luke muttered your gratitude, receiving a simple nod before she skated away. 

“Then I guess this will be it,” you began quietly. “I won’t pay for my meal and I won’t force you to take my money because I said I owed you.” 

That’s when Luke erupted with laughter. You watched as he covered his mouth, uttering soft laughter from his mouth as his eyes squinted. Through the slivers, you could see his blue eyes gradually being coated with hysterical tears as he let out his laughs. You could help but grin at how endearing it was. 

“Y/N,” Luke began as he picked up a fork and a knife. He sliced a fine cut of his hotcakes and took it in his mouth, chewing quickly before forcing it down. “I wasn’t going to take your money anyways.” You rolled your eyes, picking up your utensils as you looked at his triumph smile. 

“And you thought I was going to give you the money directly?” You hummed, cutting your own pancakes slowly. “I was going to hide it in a common place where you’d sift it out and find it. A pleasant surprise that’ll take you a few minutes to realize why it was there.” 

“Then you can keep your money,” Luke chuckled. 

“Huh?” You responded with a puzzled expression. “Why?” 

“Because the money would end up at my dick and I’d have to pay you for the service,” Luke replied cheekily, having you flush before throwing one of your blueberries at him. 

“PG, Hemmings,” you hissed, having him laugh as he took another bite of his food into his mouth. 

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I Am Good: Jason Scott X Reader [PART V]

PART I PART II PART III PART IV

Prompt: When you finally think you’re able to morph into your ranger armor after a comforting night with the others, you find that that’ll be harder than expected.

Requested: Yes and no.

Word Count: 2,052

Warnings: Strong language, sad backstory you’ve probably been waiting to hear, family death

Author’s Note: There’s only two parts left to this installment and I’m excited but also a little sad. I’m still trying to think of which ranger series to do next, so if you want to see a certain one, let me know. Or, if you want to know what the ideas are then you can ask me.

Days passed by and you got more and more sore as each one ended. Since the whole Putty fighting was a bust, you got stuck with sparing against the other rangers. With their experience beforehand, they kicked your ass without hesitation. Billy didn’t even seem to go easy on. To be completely honest, the only to show even an ounce of restraint was Jason, but even he took you down on more than one occasion. It was getting somewhat easier, though. They were teaching you throughout the sessions. It still hurt, but you were at least learning.

One day, a little after the training session ended, Kimberly and Trini came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Trini greeted. “Listen, we were all just wondering if you wanted to head out tonight.”

“Yeah, we usually head to this old train car above the mines and light a fire. We thought it’d be nice to show you it, seeing as how you’re a new member and all.” Kimberly told you.

“Um, sure.” You shrugged. “Sounds fun.”

“Cool! Let’s go.” Kimberly grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the boys who were already waiting for you three.

After getting out of the cave, the five led you up to a high point on the side of the mountain. An old, broken down and beat up train car was stationed there. You imagined that it was used for coal carrying in the past, but kind of wondered how it got there in the first place with no tracks around. There was a fire pit a couple feet away along with some rocks or pieces of wood used for seating. You looked out at the edge of the cliff and saw Angel Grove.

“Wow.” You sighed. “It looks so much bigger than it feels.”

“Doesn’t it?” Jason questioned, standing beside you. “That was my first thought when I first came up here. Also reminds me of how much I hated it before I became a Power Ranger.”

“You?” You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Weren’t you, like, the star quarterback?”

“Well, I was… Before I pulled a prank on the neighboring school and couldn’t get away with it. Cut me off from the season, got put on probation. My dad and almost everyone else in school hated me after that point since I ruined our season and my chance at a potential football scholarship.” Jason responded.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “What?”

Jason looked at you with a solemn glance and nodded over towards the fire which was just recently lit before he started walking towards it. You followed his actions and took a seat next to Billy and across from Jason. You gazed at the five others who seemed to be a little on edge but still bore warm grins.

“What’s all this about?” You asked.

“Well,” Kimberly started. “We all thought it’d be a good idea to get to know you more and for you to get to know us.”

“When we bonded like this before, it helped us start to morph,” Billy explained. “Uh, well, it didn’t really help us morph yet- You see, I died for a really long time and I got brought back to life and it was really-”

“Billy, Billy!” Jason shouted a bit, catching Billy’s attention.

“What?”

Jason pointed towards you, your eyes wide with confusion and an ounce of terror flowing through your system.

“Oh…” Billy breathed.

“What he’s trying to say is that we became closer as a team after we were all honest with each other.” Trini told you. “It helped us become closer, helped us to finally morph into out armor.”

You were catching onto what they were trying to say. You rubbed your arms, looking down at your feet, getting worried. You hesitantly mumbled, “I-uh… I don’t think I can really… talk about that…”

“No, no! You don’t have to yet!” Kimberly waved her hands to show you didn’t need to do anything then. “We’ll tell your ours first.”

“No,” You refused, shaking your head a bit. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Y/N, come on-”

“I’m serious.” You spoke lowly.

“Listen, Y/N. We just wanted to help you-”

“Do you want to hear about how I broke my family?! Do you honestly want to hear about how I killed my mother?!” You shouted without thinking properly, your hands flying up to your mouth right after the words left it.

No one knew what to do after that point. You merely stood there, your hands clasped over your mouth as you gazed down at the flickering fire just a few inches away while the others stared at you with shock and confusion written all over their faces. You waited for someone to break the silence, but the only thing to be heard was the crackling of the fire and the quiet chirps of the crickets that felt like irritating melodies whispering all around you.

“My father hates me,” You gulped quietly, lowering yourself back onto the rock. “And… and he has a good reason.”

You gazed up for a moment to look at the others; they all looked at you with rapt attention as you spoke. It made you feel uneasy for a second before you continued on.

“When my mother was carrying my little sister, Nessarose… well, he began to worry that the baby might come out…” You struggled to pull out the word. “Green.”

“Green.” The others said at the same time as you.

“Yes… He-He became so worried that he made our mother chew milk flower day and night. Only it made Nessa come too soon… with her little legs all in tangles… And our mother… Never woke up. After that, my father moved us to someplace I don’t even remember the name of. He made me cover my skin wherever I went and anytime some came even close to figuring out m secret, he’d ship my family off somewhere else. One time, while we were staying in a seemingly nice place… well, a few girls stumbled upon me in the locker room… They were so afraid of me, and-and my sister was so young and vulnerable that she- God…- she became victim to their bullying. They shamed her for even being related to me, made her feel like gum on the bottom of their shoe. And because of that… she died. None of which would’ve happened had it not been for me.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a single tear hit the back of your hand. You sniffled a bit and used the same hand to wipe away the streaks of saltwater streaming down your emerald-colored cheeks.

“B-But… that was the milk flower’s fault,” Trini remarked. “Not yours. And your sister, it wasn’t you either. It was those bitches who hurt her.”

“Right.” Kimberly agreed. “That may be your secret, Y/N, but that doesn’t make it true.”

Through your teary vision, you could see the remorseful and comforting smiles of those you considered your teammates. It was a strange thing to see, but you felt… reassured?- and almost, happy. You smiled gently, looking down at your hands before closing your eyes contentedly.

“Y/N,” You heard Zack call your name. “Look.”

You opened your eyes and saw your hands, but just your hands, covered in a layer of green and black armor; just like the ones you saw on the other rangers. You gasped in shock and thrill, even when you noticed it went away just as quickly as it came.

“W-Was that…?” You managed to squeak out.

Everyone was either too shocked to move or where breathing out a happy sigh with a stupid grin on their faces.

Finally, Jason broke the moment with, “We have to get back to the ship.”

After you returned back to the ship and told Zordon of what had happened, he somewhat congratulated you before commanding you and the other rangers to step onto one of the six circular pads that were arranged around a gleaming ball of light.

“What is all this?” You asked.

“This is how you will morph,” Zordon responded. “By the six of you connecting to not only to each other, but to the morphing grid, you will be able to get into your armor. Now, clear your thoughts and focus.”

“There he goes again with the same old spiel.” You heard the taunting voice next to your ear. You gasped at the suddenness, catching Jason’s attention.

“Y/N, you alright?”

You nodded, swallowing your fear as Rita kept talking while you tried to block her voice out. You closed your eyes and tried to focus. Her words echoed in your head, no matter how many times you and the other rangers tried to get you to morph. She made you angry, and you and she both knew that. She was trying to get to you, and you tried not to let it show, but the others knew something was wrong.

On your final attempt to morph into your armor, you were getting close, and you all felt it. Apparently so did she.

“You know, Y/N, I can’t help but wonder what drove your sister to do what she did. Probably too ashamed to be even remotely related to someone like you. Your green skin is but an outward manifestation of your twisted nature! This distortion… this… repulsion, this… wickedness!”

“Your nothing but wicked!” You dad’s voice shouted from a never-ending memory. “And that’s all you’ll ever be!”

You snapped.

“Shut up!” You screamed. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You heard the voices of your friends around you, but all your ears focused on were the cackling and laughs of Rita Repulsa.

You slid to the floor, your fingers pulling the root of your hair as you tried to think of someway to block out Rita’s voice that was haunting your mind. You thrashed about; so much that your coin fell out of your pocket and at Alpha’s wheels before him. You weren’t in the right state to hear the important news he had to tell.

“Oh no…” Alpha whispered.

“What is is Alpha? What’s wrong with her?” Billy asked as he and Jason tried to get close enough to you to calm you down without hitting them.

“Rita’s consciousness is still trapped within her coin! She’s been projecting herself into her mind! That must be why she’s getting so violent!”

“How do we stop this?” Jason questioned.

“Y/N has to morph as soon as possible. Only that way can she get rid of Rita!” Zordon explained, but you were still too hysterical to hear.

“I’m not wicked!” You cried over Rita’s voice. “I am good! I’m good!”

“No,” Rita shook her head. “You are wicked, just like everyone thinks you to be.”

“No, I’m not!”

Your words, forceful and laced with anger seemed to send the five rangers and even Alpha 5 were sent flying backward, making you stare in complete and utter horror at what you had done. Rita simply laughed once more, loving the fact that you so easily harmed your teammates. You gripped onto your scalp once more.

Your fear was controlling you after that point. You ran. That’s all you could do as Rita’s horrendous voice followed you. Needless to say, you didn’t hear the footsteps trailing after you as you or their cries for you to stop which fell on deaf ears.

You reached the outside of the ship, only stopping once to look back at the entity that was taking pleasure in driving you mad. You caught one glimpse of her before you jumped through the water barrier and kicked up to the surface. But when you expected to land, you just kept going upward. You glanced down and saw the world become smaller and smaller as you were up in the sky, literally defying gravity.

“Why?” You whimpered. “This shouldn’t be happening to me…”

“So what do we do now?” Billy wondered as he and the others stared up at you as your figure disappeared.

“We go after her,” Jason answered. “We go after her and get Y/N back.”

PART VI

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