#to the point that other people noticed and got uncomfortable and approached me like hey are you okay with this cause im

[musashi]

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[heavenlyhischier]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

word count: 2.9k

summary: you get yourself in a bit of trouble when you feel as if you’d been neglected by your boyfriend.

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW— smut, unprotected sex (be responsible), fingering, choking, degradation, domination (sorta), public (they’re in a closet), brief hair pulling, jacks a lil jealous, NOT EDITED

note: i’m a little nervous to post this. but please let me know what you think!

The loud music enveloped you like an uncomfortable blanket as you watched Jack talk with his teammates, leaving you off in some booth with the other girlfriends. You couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed, and a tiny bit neglected, as your boyfriend essentially pawned you off to the other girls and hadn’t made a point to talk to you most of the night. He had made sure to grab you a drink every time he got one for himself, but other than that, it was as if he wasn’t even there with you, and you were not happy with that.

Of course, you understand that he just wants to spend time with his friends, but tonight was supposed to be a night for just the two of you. Jack had promised you a night where you stayed in and ended up tangled in his expensive sheets. With him just coming home from a roadie, it was something you were looking forward to, but that had been taken from you the second an impromptu and informal outing was suggested by one of the guys.

You had no problem agreeing to go along with him, but you hadn’t expected to be ignored all night. It made you angry, and the alcohol currently pumping through your veins did not help that at all. It added fuel to the already burning fire. You watched as he mingled with his friends, the laughter from the girls around you fading into background noise, and suddenly an idea struck your mind. If he was going to give all of his attention to his friends, so were you.

Your eyes scanned through the sea of people around you, hoping that one of the guys wasn’t with the others so you were able to get to them easier. If you approached the group around Jack, he’d assume you were going to him, and you were too pissed for that right now. Eventually, your eyes zeroed in on John as he sat at the bar with no one but strangers around him. Without another thought or word, you were throwing the rest of your drink back and heading towards the target.

Jack had noticed the second that you stood up, his gaze remaining on you as he watched you saunter up to the bar. He didn’t like you walking off by yourself, especially when it was this crowded, but he relaxed when you settled into the empty spot next to his teammate. With the comfort of knowing that you weren’t by yourself, he turns his attention to the other guys and falls back into the conversation with no knowledge of what was about to happen.

“Hey Johnny,” You call over the loud music, shifting in the chair so your knees are pressed against his thigh.

“Hey,” He chuckled, eyes briefly flitting down to your breasts as they nearly spilled out of your top, “You okay?”

You let out a quiet hum as you stick your bottom lip out and lean closer towards him, “No, Jack is ignoring me and I’m mad.”

The bartender placed John’s drink in front of him, and he muttered something about needing a water before he focused on you again. You were peering up at him, a playful glint in your eyes as you subtly lifted your chest for him to see it better, and he shakes his head in amusement. He quickly glanced towards the group of his teammates and others, immediately taking notice of Jack.

“You trying to get me in trouble,” John quirked his brow, taking a sip of his drink as he averted his gaze away from the narrowed eyes of his younger teammate.

“Of course not,” You gave him a cheeky, lopsided grin as you leaned so far forward that you had to grab onto John’s thigh in order to keep yourself from face planting into his lap.

John’s hands instinctively reached out to your arms, holding your body up as apologies tumbled from your lips. He had barely managed to get his own response out before a hand was grasping your wrist and tugging you into the crowd of people. John watched as you trailed behind Jack with wide, excited eyes and all he could do was let out a snort before he pushed himself off the bar, making a note to avoid the bathroom until the two of you returned.

The moment you felt a familiar hold grasp your wrist, you felt a twisted sense of excitement burst in your chest. Even with Jack’s back to you, you could see the angry expression slapped on his face, and it made warmth spread from your core. He’s dragging you down a hallway lined with doors, his hand checking the knobs until one of them finally opens and you’re being yanked inside. The door to the room slams shut behind you, and Jack is slamming you against the wall.

“What the fuck were you doing,” He seethes, his eyes hard and his jaw set as his hands encase your body.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You feign confusion, batting your eyelashes as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Don’t play dumb,” He scoffs as he pushes his chest into yours, “I’m going to ask you one more time. What the fuck we’re you doing?”

Your heart slams into your rib cage as you peer up at him, his blue eyes dark and narrowed as they bore into your own. His breath fans across your face and you can smell the faint scent of the beer he had been drinking, but it didn’t bother you. Anger was radiating off of him in waves, and a part of you felt slightly guilty for being the cause of it, but a much bigger part of you was glad that you had gotten a rise out of him. You got exactly what you wanted.

“You weren’t paying attention to me,” You shrugged, eyes flitting down to the ground as a slight sense of embarrassment crept along your skin as you realized how whiny you sounded.

Jack’s hand quickly flew to grasp your jaw, forcing your gaze back up to him as pushed himself further into you. Your pupils were blown with excitement as the wetness pooled between your legs. His tongue darts out of his mouth, swiping along his lips as he glances from your eyes down to your lips, but the furious expression is still clear on his face.

“I wasn’t paying attention to you, so you decided to shove your tits in my teammates face and almost face plant on his dick,” Jack scoffed, his grip tightening on your jaw.

“I just wanted your attention,” You admitted as your fingers twitched, aching to pull his face down to yours.

“So,” He cocked his head to the side, his other hand dipping to slide the material of your skirt up so his fingers could brush against the inside of your thigh, “Instead of talking to me, you decided to be a needy slut?”

Goosebumps trailed up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his fingers stopped just before your center. Your body shivered underneath his touch, your breath catching in your throat as you thickly swallowed and tried to subtly shift down so he was brushing against your clothed heat. Jack’s eyes had a teasing glint in them as he watched you melt under him in the dimly lit closet, but he wasn’t going to give in just yet.

“You wanna act like a slut, showing yourself off like that to my friend, and think nothings gonna happen? You need a reminder of who you belong to,” His voice deepened, his fingers pushing the soft material of your panties to the side as he dragged his finger through your wetness.

“Maybe I do,” You breathed out, eyes squeezing shut in bliss.

“Look at me, baby,” He instructed, his fingers pressing into the skin of your cheeks, “You belong to me. You’re my girl, and I’m about to make sure everyone in this fucking bar knows it.”

He tilts your head back as he tauntingly rubs his finger between your folds, peppering open mouthed kisses and gentle bites to the column of your throat. His thumb brushes against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body as your hands find purchase on his biceps. Breathy whines and pleas tumble from your lips, begging him to give you more.

“So fuckin’ wet for me already,” He revels, his voice vibrating against your throat as his fingers tease at your enterance, “Barely touched you and you’re already fuckin’ soaked.”

“Jack, please,” You moan, fingernails digging into his skin.

“What, pretty girl,” He mocked as he slowly slid his finger inside of you, “You think you get what you want after what you did? You think this is gonna be easy for you? You want to act like a desperate slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.”

He slowly pumps his finger inside of you, his thumb applying pressure to the sensitive nub of nerves as he drops his head back down and attaches his lips to your neck. You let out a hiss as his teeth sink into the skin, your grip on his arm tightening as your sharp breath turns into a whine when he inserts a second digit.

“Oh my God,” You gasped as he curled his fingers and rubbed rhythmic circles on your clit.

Jack begins to relentlessly work his fingers inside of you as strangled screams echo around you. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your legs nearly buckling underneath you. His name falls from your lips in a prayer as he watches you fall apart beneath him. Your neck is littered with evidence of him, your bottom lip plump and raw from your teeth.

“Go ahead, baby. Let them know who’s making you feel this good with just my fingers,” Jack smugly groaned as he moved his hand from your jaw to your neck, carefully squeezing the sides of it.

The coil in your stomach was becoming so tightly bound that stars dotted your vision and coherent thoughts fled your mind. Jack whispered praises into your ear, goading you to let go, to be as loud as you wanted as you came all over his fingers, and you did. Your legs shook underneath you as the knot in your stomach unraveled, mangled moans encasing Jack as he continued roughly thrusting his fingers inside of you.

Jack pulls your face to his own, smashing his lips on yours in a bruising kiss. He slowed his movements as your teeth clashed together and your arms looped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue slips into your mouth, deepening the kiss as he slides his hand from your neck to grasp at the hair on the back of your head. Your head is tugged backwards, breaking away from his mouth and you’re letting out a desperate whimper.

Jack brings his hand up to your face, eyes dark as he slides the two fingers that had just been inside of you into your mouth. It was pathetic, really, how easily you gave in to the action, but you would do anything he wanted you to when he looked at you like that. You maintained his gaze as your lips closed around his fingers, something you knew made him crazy.

“Good girl,” He mumbled, his cock straining in his pants as your tongue swirls around the digits.

Your hand snakes down between your body’s, dancing over the waistband of Jack’s pants as he pulls his fingers from your mouth. He keeps his eyes on your own as you fumble with the button on his jeans, his breath faltering when you manage to undo it. He gripped your wrist in his hand when you moved to slip your own into his boxers, making your eyes widen as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“Turn around,” He ordered, using his hold on your wrist to lift your back off the wall.

Jack barely gives you time to move yourself, using his leverage and grip to yank your body in the position he wanted. Your cheek was pressed against the cold paint on the wall, your breathing shaky in anticipation as Jack slips his hand underneath your skirt. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and brushing the pads of his fingers along the skin of your thighs. Your body shivers at his touch as you jut your ass out, pushing it into his bulge.

“Fuck,” He grunted as his hands gripped your hips and shoved you into the wall, “Behave. I’m in control here.”

Your eyes flutter closed, your aching walls desperate to be wrapped around him. You hear him fumbling around with his jeans, the sound of the fabric being pulled down making the excitement bubbling in your chest only grow. Your hands grasp at the wall in front of you when you hear a slew of quiet curse words slip through his lips as he pumps himself in his hand. He digs his finger into the fleshy part of your left hip before he’s slowly dragging the tip of his dick through your folds.

“Jack,” You groan as he teases your entrance, an idea sparking in your mind, and you’re certain it’s going to get you in trouble, but you’re also certain it would be worth it.

“If you don’t do something, I think your teammate might be able to help me out,” You threw over your shoulder, casting Jack a wicked look.

Without a second thought or fleeting look, Jack is slamming into you, his right hand traveling up to grab at your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. Your screams are bouncing off the wall around you, the sharp pain between your legs being forgotten as Jack completely fills you. The feeling of him squeezing the sides of your neck only magnifies the way he feels inside of you, making your mind hazy and full of only him.

“You think you’re funny,” He harshly whispered, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear, “You think it’s cute? Saying shit like that? You think my teammates can fuck you like I do?”

Words die in your throat as Jack hits into you so deeply that each thrust lifts you slightly off the ground. His fingers are digging into your hip so hard that you know the skin is already starting to bruise, and you’re positive there are matching wounds on your neck from how harshly he was biting your neck moments prior. He was marking you, leaving physical reminders that you were his.

“C’mon, baby. You think John could fuck you like me,” Jack grunts as he squeezes the sides of your throat and mercilessly rams into you, “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that. You’re fuckin’ made for me, baby.”

All you managed to get out in response was a breathy whine in the form of his name, your head lolling into the crook of his neck. The ability to speak, to think even, was fleeting the harder he fucked you. You were grateful that he was behind you, because your legs had lost the strength to hold your own weight. Your hands were wandering from the wall, to his arms, to the back of his neck to find any sort of purchase to keep you grounded. However, the already frail knot in your stomach was becoming frayed and broken with each passing second.

“Jack,” You whimpered, his name being the only thing you could choke out.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock,” He smugly spoke into your ear, “Scream my name.”

Beads of sweat line Jack’s forehead, his hair sticking to the skin as he maintains the pace he knew sent you over the edge. Your pussy was still aching from his fingers, your walls clenching around his length as your orgasm tears through every nerve in your body. Your head becomes so dizzy that your mind is absent from your body for a fleeting moment, returning only as Jack is releasing himself inside of you.

Jack’s muttering falls to deaf ears as he drops his head to your shoulder. You’re panting, head empty and dizzy as Jack pulls out of you, turning to pull you into his chest. Your body is nearly limp against his own, but you force your arms to wrap around his neck and hold him close to you. His breathing matches your own as he cards his finger through your hair and peppers small kisses to your temple.

“Next time you want my attention, tell me,” He mutters against your forehead, “Or I’m going to bend you over then and there and show them who you belong to.”

[whateveriwant]

Hey! I love your writing so much, and I was wondering if you could do 141 HCs with an albino GN!reader? Or a reader with tics but not tourettes? Either or!! Have a lovely day!

I'm sorry it took me a little while to get to this, anon! I went with the second option!

Ghost

Can you say 'twinsies'? Because Ghost definitely can 👯‍♀️

I can totally see Ghost having tics of his own – motor ones specifically, mostly confined to his face, but you wouldn't know it because they're always hidden by his masks

Thus, when he first notices you ticking, he immediately clocks it for what it is and he (almost giddily) thinks to himself 'Finally! Someone who gets me'

Because of this, he quickly becomes your second shadow, following you around everywhere like a little big puppy

Naturally, he'll get incredibly protective over you, especially when it comes to people who stare or make comments under their breath or even outright approach you and ask something rude regarding your tics

If he catches anyone doing anything of the sort, then he goes into scary dog mode real quick: arms crossed over his chest, head cocked to the side, an intimidating silence as he glares with a gaze so menacing it could melt steel

Price

With a man as sharp and attentive as Price, much like Ghost, he takes instant notice of your tics

And as protective as Price is, he'd probably get fairly concerned about you to the point where he even pulls you aside one day to have a little chat

He knows that… tics, he thinks they're called, aren't necessarily indicative of anything health-wise, but he just wants to make sure that you're okay; that there isn't anything he can do for you

Even after assuring him that you're perfectly fine and healthy and good, that doesn't stop him from looking out for you like you're his own flesh and blood

Similar to Ghost, if he sees anyone staring or making snide comments about you, then he's definitely going to step in and shut that down

However, rather than giving them an I'll tear your spine out through your throat look à la Ghost, he'll mutter something in their ear – the specifics of which you're unsure, but it always has them making a swift, shaky-legged departure

Gaz

While he too notices your tics, Gaz would never ever mention them out of respect for you and your privacy

He would wait for you to be the one to bring it up, should you ever choose to, that is. And if you never do, well, that's a-ok to him. Whatever you're willing to divulge, he'll be there waiting without pressure or judgment

However, if you were to talk to him about it (and thus invite a conversation) then prepare yourself for a barrage of questions

He doesn't ask them meaning to be offensive or intrusive or whatever; he's simply curious. He just wants to get to know you well, and that means knowing what makes you uniquely you

Unlike the other 141 men, if he notices someone bothering you about your tics, he's not going to directly (more like aggressively) confront them over it

Instead he'd harmlessly distract them, drawing their attention onto himself until they've completely forgotten all about their interest in bugging you

Soap

This man, bless his heart, would be totally, astoundingly oblivious of your tics even if they punched him in the face

In fact, the closer you become with him, the more he finds himself unconsciously start to mimic them

Kind of like when you like someone and so you start mirroring their movements/patterns of speech? Yeah, it's like that but with your tics

Of course, if you were to say something about it (and especially if you said it made you uncomfortable), he'd immediately apologize, explain how he wasn't even aware he was doing it, and make sure he never does it again

Like with Ghost and Price, if Soap noticed someone being rude towards you, he'd go into guard dog mode, but he is the most feral by far

He'd be all up in their face, furious, practically foaming at the mouth as he yells to "Mind yer own fuckin' business while you've still got workin' legs to mind with!" … only to turn to you afterwards all sunshine and rainbows like he didn't just tear that person a new one 😇

[genocidehim]

Nacho and Lalo both showing interest in the same girl and trying to woo her so they can share her?

notes: render is female, pre-throuple, Lalo is Lalo and Nacho tries to keep up with him. words: 930

It was a strange night in an even stranger club. Lalo didn't seem to be in sync with how his dealers were having fun, let alone the chicanos working for Tuco. But since Tuco wasn't there anymore, it was Lalo's turn to take charge. That included attending those out-of-place gatherings where everyone drank and looked for any girl to hook up with quickly and smoke something together. Lalo was probably too old for those things, but there was no excuse for Nacho. He was so uninterested in attending that he just stayed in a corner, talking and drinking with Lalo about business. It was the only thing they talked about, as if they truly had no interest in wasting their time on trivial matters.

Lalo kept watching the people around him while Nacho was more interested in staring at the liquid in his beer, moving the bottle back and forth as he listened to reggaeton playing in the background.

"Eh, cabrón. Mira a esa vieja"(Hey, man. Look at that lady) Lalo's voice snapped Nacho out of his trance, with a pat on his shoulder and a nod with his lips, Lalo pointed at you.

You were near the speakers, trying to ignore the guy who wouldn't stop hitting on you despite your persistent refusals.

"Está bien chula la cabrona..."(She's quite hot, damn...) Lalo mentioned with a smile on his face, quickly glancing at Nacho and realizing that he seemed interested too.

"Es bonita" (She's pretty) Nacho was somewhat reserved. He had seen you before and exchanged a few words with you in the past, but nothing too serious.

"¿Bonita? No mames, es un pinche mujerón" (Pretty? Damn, she's a fucking bombshell)

Both of them kept looking at you for a few minutes until you decided to move from that spot and walk towards the bar, resting your arms on the counter and turning your back to them. Lalo chuckled, and Nacho looked away when he realized he was being too obvious. However, Lalo wasn't exactly the most subtle guy in the world, so he soon got up from where he was and walked over to the bar to stand next to you. He wasted no time ordering a tequila on the rocks and offering you a drink.

"You look a bit bored, darling" Lalo mentioned as he leaned on the bar and observed you closely.

"More than bored, somewhat disappointed" you said as you took a sip of your drink.

"Disappointed?" he asked with a more interested tone. "And why is that, princess?"

"I thought the men here would be more interesting, but all they do is brag about their money and their guns."

Lalo noticed how you briefly glanced at the revolver he had on the edge of his jeans and made a comment with an obvious hint. Perhaps he thought you were already shutting him down to prevent him from trying to flirt with you.

"You should have gone somewhere else, sweetheart. What were you expecting living in a place like this?" he teased, and you saw something in his eyes that sparkled in the darkness of the club.

"Not you, definitely" you replied playfully. Lalo noticed your wit and smiled. "Aren't you a bit too old to be in clubs like this?"

"Don't let the gray hair deceive you, darling." Instead of getting offended, Lalo became even more interested in you. Not many girls mentioned his age and avoided his flirting. "Don't you like mature men?"

"It depends..."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on whether he can buy me another whisky or not."

Your words made him burst into laughter due to your straightforward way of speaking. If Lalo was literally interested in you before, now he had your undivided attention.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the club, Nacho watched as Lalo made moves on you and seemed to be succeeding. Something inside him bothered him. He didn't precisely know what it was, but he felt uncomfortable seeing how easily Lalo managed to get close to you when Nacho had previously struggled to approach you with intentions of flirting. Nacho took one last sip of his beer, got up from where he was, walked towards the two of you, and positioned himself next to you to order another beer.

"Nachito" Lalo caught Ignacio's attention, also making you look at him. "Don't you want to join the conversation? Here, our lovely... What's your name, sweetheart?"

After telling him your name, Lalo smiled and continued. "Here, our little princess thinks Mexican men are boring. What do you think about that?"

"No, no. I didn't say they were boring" you laughed as you shook your head.

Nacho furrowed his brow and smiled at you, leaning a bit closer to get a better look at you.

"We're boring?" Nacho's voice had a playful tone.

"I didn't say you were boring... Your friend here is just misinterpreting my words" you excused yourself while pointing at Lalo, who simply raised his hands and feigned innocence.

"So... the princess thinks we only show off money and guns, huh?" Lalo added as he took a sip of the new beer he had ordered.

"Well, only idiots boast about those things" Nacho added, looking at you, and you looked back at him. You revealed a certain chemistry between the two of you.

"I think you need to meet real men, darling..."

Lalo exchanged a knowing glance with Nacho, and he understood what he meant. They both moved a bit closer to you, and you felt Lalo's warm hand resting on the lower part of your back.

[anyasathenaeum]

Hi! If I could request headcanons for Vash and Wolfwood (separately) noticing that a chubby y/n doesn’t eat in front of people? :D

A/N: Hiya! I can absolutely write that for you! :D Thanks for being my very first request! Hope this is what you were hoping for ~

Vash the Stampede

Vash would notice pretty quickly that you refused to eat in a group setting, or even when it was just you and one other person - he's pretty perceptive so it catches his eye early on in knowing you

At first, he figured that maybe it was just one of your quirks, but as time went on and he saw you continuing to not eat in front of others, he eventually began to be concerned

He'd be very sweet about it, though - bringing it up to you once the two of you were by yourselves and nobody else was around

"Hey, (Y/N)? I-I just noticed that you don't eat. Are you okay? Is something bothering you? Is there anything I can do?"

At first, you just brushed him off, making light of the situation and not taking it seriously.

However, as time went on, eventually, you caved and told Vash the truth, about how being chubby made you feel more self-aware of how your appearance and actions were perceived by others.

Vash didn't even blink, immediately giving you a soft smile and tugging you close to him in a very warm, gentle hug, whispering compliments to you and encouraging you.

"What you look like doesn't matter one bit, (Y/N). You've always been beautiful in my eyes!"

He would completely understand your preference of not eating in front of others, and the man would bend over backwards trying to make sure that you feel comfortable and are well-fed regardless.

Vash would really just want you to be well taken care of and he accepts you for who you are, and never fails to remind you of that fact every minute he can.

He would also make a point of distracting people during mealtimes and giving you a chance to be more comfortable or slip away if you needed to.

Overall, 110% would just try to make you feel as comfortable as possible and would accept you for who you are in your entirety without a second thought. <3

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

I feel like Wolfwood would NOT get the memo until you literally yell at him

He can be a little... dense™.

You'd be sitting around the campfire with the others, refusing to eat while the others do

Remember in Trigun Stampede the scene of Wolfwood shoving food into Meryl's face? Yeah, he'd pull that on you, too, unfortunately, until you literally yell at him to stop and that it's not funny before you got up and walked away.

Definitely confused by the situation, but despite being a bit rough around the edges, he still understands that what he did was not okay given your reaction and goes to talk to you one-to-one

"What was that about?" he'd ask you, still sorta joking and seeing if you're still upset or not

You don't answer him, prompting him to actually sit next to you, looking over at you

"You wanna tell me what's goin' on, sweetheart?"

Eventually, you'd explain that you don't like to eat in front of others and that it made you uncomfortable

When he realizes what he's done, he does feel kinda bad that he put you into an uncomfortable position and grumbles out an apology as well as an offhand compliment

"Your body may be different, doesn't mean you shouldn't eat though. There's just more of you for people to love."

Wolfwood would still definitely try to make you as comfortable as he can (within reason to himself), but his approach would be more subtle - toning down his own shenanigans and jokes, not pestering you like he used to about the topic, also distracting others and giving you a way out of uncomfortable situations.

Overall, would be dense at first but once he understands, also very supportive and adjusts his behaviour to ensure he doesn't hurt you again.

[ricflairdrip20]

Can I request another one in which the reader is dating David and he later finds out that Ryan tried hitting on her and he is livid as he reacts by confronting Ryan about it later on?

David Protecting You (David Wallace x Reader)

You went to the table to grab a drink of water, before filling your plates with fruits and some veggies. Like Angela, you’re not a fan of meat due to your veganism. So filling up with fruit and vegetables is the ideal choice for your company Christmas party.

It has been over a year since you got an accounting job at Dunder Mifflin corporate. The previous accountant resigned due to family matters and David is quick to offer you the job. Not just by familiarity but for your work skills that is a great asset to the company.

It was also right around the time Ryan got hired to take over Jan’s old job as Vice President of Sales, which is puzzling because prior to that, he was just a temp who just happened to get Jim’s job as salesman in lieu of expiring out his contract. Despite working in a different department, you knew that sales isn’t Ryan’s strongest skill set.

“Hey, Y/N,” you were interrupted by a familiar voice while you were eating your kiwis. You looked up to see Ryan standing there with almost an egotistical smile on his face. Another thing you noticed about him since transferring to New York, his change in attitude. He went from a shy temp to someone who let the power go to his head from the job that he shouldn’t even be having due to lack of qualifications.

“Oh, hi, Ryan,” you waved to him. Despite his behavior, you were still nice and cordial, because that’s how you were raised.

“Enjoying the party?” You nodded.

“I do, actually. I just wish they had more vegan stuff instead of meat. It’s not fair to the animals,” you sighed and mentally questioned people’s “morals” at their choice of meals at the expense of the creatures.

Ryan smiled warmly at your compassion. He had a crush on you since his first day of Dunder Mifflin. Kelly noticed and since then, gave you a stink face every time she sees you—highly stemmed from her insecurity—which is something you were a little confused about. You knew Kelly likes him a lot, until one day she saw Ryan sitting next to you and talking to you at the break room. Which explains her attitude towards you. Odd girl.

“That’s really kind of you, Y/N. Um, Y/N? Can I tell you something,” he asked, almost shyly. You nodded.

“When I look in your eyes, I see a very kind soul.” That sentence made you blush, but you had to put it aside because you have your eyes on someone else.

“Thank you,” you replied, but he kept going. The next thing he said caught you off guard.

“You’re like a fine wine. The more of you I drink in, the better I feel.” You started to get a little uncomfortable as Ryan kept talking, at this point wishing he’d shut up and/or somebody showing up.

Your wish came true as you saw your boyfriend David approaching the two of you. He must’ve noticed the look of discomfort on your face while talking with Ryan, because he asked you if he was bothering you, to which you said yes.

“He’s hitting on me and saying these weird pick up lines,” you added. You were glad that the man you’ve been dating for a few months came to your rescue.

David sighed and looked at Ryan.

“Ryan, may I speak to you somewhere private?” David asked before walking to a more secluded area.

Cut to Third Person

“That woman is my girlfriend, Ryan! You know we’ve been dating yet you have no sense of respect and decency in other people’s relationships. Have you lost your mind?! Because I’ll help you find it!” David was yelling at Ryan as he stammered on his words, trying to lessen the blow.

“I’m sorry- Okay- I’ll stop…”

“…Won’t be able to help you if you don’t stop hitting on my girl!”

Cut to Ryan’s talking head

“David yelled at me tonight. That was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.”

[severussnaperevived]

Snape X OC fic

Requested fic by @brittanymarieeee, @eve-sick-blog

Description: A young witch decides to have a drink at the bar when she is approached by an elderly witch trying to get her friend a date only to find he's done a runner so she is invited to dinner with her to meet him only to find if she wants anything from him she has to be bold.

Word count: 1299

Warning: NSFW, sexual content

I walked threw the cold snow covered village, it was Christmas eve so it was full of careful people, i notice a bar up ahead and think what the heck.

I entered the crowded bar and found an empty seat at the bar, “what can i get you dear?” asked the bartender, “one firewiskey please” i replied.

(Man they are going to so angry especially my father when they find out I’m gone, my grandmother might calm them down i did let her know, she is so chill she just said ok love have fun, she’s so chill its unbelievable) i was so lost in my own thoughts i didn't notice an elderly woman sit next to me, “hey my friend over there really likes you and would love to get to know you” said the woman as she points, i look in the direction she is pointed to see an empty table, “what friend?” i ask, the woman looks at the table with a mixture of shock and embarrassment on her face, “would you like to come to the great hall for dinner tomorrow at Hogwarts and I’ll introduce you to my friend then?” she asks, “sure” i reply with a smile.

The air round me was cold, (i’m inside the middle of this bloody castle why is it so cold) i think as i reach the entrance to the hall, i look around the hall until my eyes land on the elderly woman as she waves me over, i walked over and sat next to her, she was sitting at a huge table in the middle of the room, she was sitting talking to some children, “oh dear you made it” she said with a smile, “i guess i did” i replied, she got up “follow me” she said, so i got up and followed her to another table where a man with black shoulder length hair, a hooked nose and wearing complete black, (i’m going to call him batman) i thought to myself, “my dear this is Severus, Severus this is” she froze, “oh dear i forgot to ask your name” Severus smirked while shaking his head at the elderly woman's stupidity to invite me here without asking my name, Severus looked up at me with his black obsidian eyes, “my name is Destiny” i say as i sit next to Severus, i notice he tenses up maybe i sat to close for his comfort so i wriggled closer to him until we are touching each other just to make him tense more but he stiffens completely, i notice the woman who's name i forgot to ask for giggles as she walks away.

We sit in silence what feels like forever before i try and break the ice. “so you don’t date people often” i said, “indeed” he replied, (oh god his voice i could listen to that all day) “your friend sais you like me?” i asked, “i am now questioning my friend choices” he replied, “i’m questioning my life choices” i said, i notice he is still stiff, (he's probably nervous or uncomfortable with all these people around) “why don't we go somewhere more private” i whisper to him, he suddenly looks you straight in the eyes with a facial expression that looked like he was trying to process what you are saying but he cant process it but in his eyes you can see lust, i get up and motion him to follow as i walk out of the hall and into the corridor, “follow me” he says as he walks quickly past me, we walk around a few corners and down some stares i notice we are now in the dungeons, we stop outside a door and he whispers Lily, i don't think i was meant to hear it nut i have exceptional hearing, the door swing open and we walk inside a living room that has a huge bookshelf, a desk, some chairs with a couch and coffee table and a desk, (dark, creepy and cosy) “make yourself at home” he says, (i can sense he is to nervous to do anything so im going to have to do something and I’m going to have to be bold on what i want because just looking at him is making my horny as fuck.)

“When was the last time you got fucked?” i asked, he looked at me like a was growing a tail, i felt my butt to make sure, there was silence for awhile i could tell he didn't want to answer or didn't know how to, “i don't see how that is any of your business” he replies, (yup its either been so long he doesn't want to answer or he's a man whore) “well im heading to the bed and I’m going to have an orgasm with or without you” i say as i head into the room and jump onto the bed, he stands and at the doorway trying to process what is happening in his bed, i strip and begin to play with myself while keeping eye contact with him, i notice he shifts and looks uncomfortable i look down and notice his pants have become extremely tight which makes me almost climax, “i want to join: he says in a shaky voice, i stop what I’m doing and approach him as he is trying to remove his clothes i notice he does a concealment charm but decide not to ask, i notice he is struggling with all his buttons from the shaking so i help him out of his clothes.

We stand and stare at each other for a moment, he had scares on his chest, (sexy body and look at the size on that, wow that is going to hurt) i grab him and push him on the bed, i climb on top of him and look into his eyes to see fear, “its your first time, isn't it?” i ask, he tries to respond but no words come out, i lean close to him a whisper in his ear “its my first time too” he looks at he with shock but i can sense he's just that little bit more relaxed, i smash my lips to his and kiss him passionately pushing my tongue inside his mouth while i press my body against his, i begin to kiss down his neck which causes him moan, i grab him and guide him to my entrance and slowly lower myself on him, pain shoots through me but i do not show it, when he is fully inside me i stay still waiting to adjust, as the pain calms down i begin to move, i know i wont last long as he feels so good inside me and judging by his face he's trying really hard not to cum to soon, “don't be afraid to cum, im close to” i say, he opens his eyes and looks at me as i grab his hand and place it on my breast.

I feel my orgasm hit me hard my body shakes as i cum on him, moments after i hear him groan and he shoots his load into me, we are both breathing heavily as we come down from our highs, i lie down next to him and he clears his throat, “so how long are you staying?” he asks, “actually I’m starting school here in a couple of weeks” i reply, he shoots up into a sitting position, “what do you mean starting here in a couple of weeks?” he asks, “well I’m joining in for my sixth year after Christmas, Dumbledore mad an exception and let be come half way through the year,” Severus looked like he had just been shocked then he yelled “FUCK”

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Yandere! Cosmo Imai x Fem! Reader

Yandere character: Cosmo Imai

From the anime/manga/videogame:Kengan Ashura/ Kengan Omega.

Case:Indirect threat, manipulation and persuasion.

Parts:1 of 1

Finished: Yes.

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Fights were always something so constant in your life, that got you to the point of finding it funny every time you watched one. Maybe that was why you visited your best friend, Sekibayashi, who always welcomed you with a smile plastered on his face.

Both of them had been best friends for 15 years, they genuinely loved each other, they spent each other's birthdays hanging out and laughing, they gave each other gifts that the other liked. And obviously they had the great and eccentric conversation of each other's partner or ex-partners at certain moments ---preferably when one or both of them are completely upset and cry or get angry, or laugh remembering those moments. ----. It was a great friendship, and in fact he was the one who invited you to go to the annihilation tournament with him, it was a chaotic experience, from the first fights to the final you cheered like an Argentine fan in any game, and he accompanied you as a commentator or not. But you also met a lot of nice people thanks to him, and I think it was his constant contact that led you to be such friends.

Even if others thought anything about you, you appreciated the friendship you had, you had known each other for years and he was like the brother you always wanted to have, but maybe someone else doesn't see it that way.

---So, Seki, are you still training with Koga? ---You asked, watching Jun train with his group.

---Yeah! Only he's with his father now! I'm sure he'll do well ---Jun mentioned, still following the Hindu squats.

It had been at least 30 minutes since you were there; Today was your day off from work, and since you had no plans, what could be better than visiting someone who is practically an important part of your life?

He had been training with several of his friends, although many of them --- including Koga --- tried to flirt with you, they stopped when Jun noticed that they were making you uncomfortable, he was seriously a great friend. In fact, he noticed who could be good partners for you, just to speculate, he thought about his great friends and even rivals, but he only mentioned it to you when he bothered you with it or wanted to make fun of it or have some random topic about which talk.

---How good… ---You respond, before placing the water bottle between your lips and drinking.

While you stopped for a second to think about what to mention to Sekibayashi, he took it upon himself to yell at you.

---Hey, (Name)! --- The fighter shouted at you, with a smile on his face.

You returned the bottle to the table, somewhat confused, you paid attention to him, without responding to his call.

---What do you think of Cosmo? ---Was the question he asked you.

---Cosmo Imai? The fighter from the annihilation tournament? ---You asked, feeling a certain nostalgia when remembering the tournament.

Jun finished his squat session and stopped to wipe the sweat that fell from his forehead, while he remained standing, while his companions were fallen on the floor, exhausted and with their legs shaking.

---That same one! ---he answered you, before approaching you.

You thought for a second, bringing a hand to your hair, resting your elbow on the wooden table next to you.

---Good, i supouse? ---You answer, before continuing ---Well, I didn't know him for a long time, but I really like his fighting techniques, and in fact I think he's quite charismatic.

At that, Sekibayashi stands in front of you, showing not only that he was a little uneasy, but that he looked excited about what he had in mind.

---And, tell me, (Name)… ---He looked at you, you looked at him, not understanding what he was going to tell you ---… Do you think he's handsome?

A question so offhanded that it seemed more like a slap from someone behind you than a question. You blinked several times before your hand lowered from your head to the table.

---I guess? I had never thought about it.. ---You mention, somewhat confused ---.., why?

You didn't know it, but Jun knew something that you didn't; That the great Cosmo Imai was interested in you. I suspected it from the moment he caught him staring at you, but after talking to several of Cosmo's close friends, he confirmed his idea: he was seriously, even if he was enchanted by you, since whenever he sees you he seems to smile, he mentions you to his friends from time to time, and if the few times you interacted with him were not bad experiences, in fact you had stayed by his side when there was a rebellion in the middle of the tournament.

He wanted to see what you think, tell you what he knew and see if you wanted to give the blonde a chance, but he never thought that day he would arrive today.

What you and I know is going to happen is pretty obvious, right?

The same man they were talking about was at the entrance of the place, his face went from someone quite calm to someone with a frown, almost angry.

---Hey, Cosmo, are you okay? ---That was what Koga asked, who was with a band-aid on his face.

The blonde boy immediately changed his face to a happy one, pretending that he didn't know anything.

---Yes, Koga, I'm fine.

His companion was confused, but he let him pass, then walked towards Sekibayashi.

---So, from 1 to 10, how much do you give it? ---Sekibayashi asked again.

--- Seki, I already told you that I don't know ---Was (Name)'s response, which she certainly felt intimidated by the questions of his best friend.

Before Sekibayashi continued speaking, Kouga greeted them.

---Hello Jun! Hello (Name)! ---Exclaimed the boy, smiling.

Cosmo was next to him, almost rigid, but inside, certainly annoyed. It was clear that he wanted to exert some brute force on Jun, who was seen to be trying to intimidate you, although in reality it was quite the opposite.

---Hello guys ---Was what Jun responded, before shaking hands with Koga ---How have you been?

---Pretty good, and you? --- Kouga responded, taking his friend's hand.

---Everything is fine, I was talking to (Name), do you remember her? ---Sekibayashi mentioned, smiling.

Both boys looked at you, Koga had not met you, but he knew that you visited Sekibayashi often and in fact he liked talking to you, but it is more than obvious that the other blonde did know you, and I think even more than you think.

You stood up from the seat calmly, and positioned yourself in front of Koga, extending your hand.

---Hello, Koga, how have you been? ---You say, smiling ---. It's been a while since I last came.

Your kindness and how outgoing you were along with your face and your body took him off guard, in fact he found you quite attractive, which put the other blonde on alert. And obviously Sekibayashi noticed that, he felt like he was in a low-budget soap opera.

---It's good to see you, (Name), have you been here for a while? ---Asks Koga, with some curiosity.

--Well, I think I've been here half an hour ago, Seki and I were talking, what about you? ---That's what you answered.

The conversation flowed naturally, in fact it was quite enjoyable for everyone, of course without mentioning the blonde, who was somewhere between confused and angry. Why weren't you paying attention to him?

---Hello Cosmo, we were just talking about you ---Jun mentioned, smiling, with a touch of mischief, as if he were plotting something.

The boy looked at Jun, certainly… Intrigued, how they were talking about him. And also, the fact that he is talking about him with (Name) put him on alert. But he pretended that he was confused, and looked at Jun with his lips curled into a soft smile.

---Were they talking about me? I hope you didn't say anything bad to him --- Cosmo asked, smiling and pretending that he wasn't nervous about the answer.

Instantly, Jun grabbed your shoulder, pulled you in front of Cosmo, and smiled.

---Jun, don't tell me that… ---You didn't finish speaking, your sentence was cut in half.

---(Name) finds you quite attractive! --- Was what Jun said, with a smile on his face.

That caught him off guard, in fact he was almost surprised at the response quite… convenient for him.

---That was supposed to be between us! ---You screamed, blood rushing to your face immediately.

Jun quickly let go of you, and took Kouga by the arm, with the clear intention of taking him somewhere.

---Come on, Koga! You have to get back to your training if you want to survive that tournament, let's let these two do the talking! ---Jun expressed, before dragging Kouga, not caring if he wanted to go with him or not.

The silence between the two of you became almost forceful the moment Jun left you in that awkward situation. At what point did he think this was a good idea?

To Cosmo, since he would clearly use her to his advantage.

---So.. Do you find me attractive, (Name)-san? ---He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You stammered various responses, from a 'No' to a direct insult to your best friend out loud, but without saying anything specific.

---Well, I think you're pretty pretty too, (Name)-san ---Was what the Blonde answered, smiling.

---Hey? ---It was the only thing you expressed, almost on the verge of fainting from the shame you felt at that moment.

---And, if you see it as something obvious… ---Cosmo speculated ---…, maybe the best thing we can do is get to know each other better, right?

---Eh, well, yeah? I mean! I… ---Your nerves took control of your responses, prohibiting you from being coherent.

---How about a date, (Name)-san? ---The man asked, getting a little closer to you.

You didn't give him a clear answer, in fact you were about to say no or make up a lie to get out of the situation, but Cosmo saw that, and he didn't back down, he didn't act so that you would be calm, but rather the opposite.

He took your shoulder something abrupt.

---Are you going to answer my question, (Name)-san? ---Cosmo asked you with a low voice, without stopping smiling at any time, trying to intimidate you at that moment.

The pressure on your shoulder suddenly increased, the blonde's intention was clear. And knowing that his kind date fell when he saw your nervousness terrified you almost instantly.

You looked down, wanting to avoid eye contact with the blonde, and like a scared dog, you muttered a "yes…" in response. You didn't do it consciously, but it was almost automatic that you responded to how intimidated she was. you felt

The force he exerted dropped considerably, and he simply let go of you.

---Good! This Saturday I'm free, how about I go pick you up at 7? --- he proposed to you, smiling.

You answered "Yes.." again, still stunned with the situation.

---What are they talking about…? --- Kouga asked, a little surprised at the sudden grab Cosmo had given you.

--- Don't worry, I know he is a good man, I know he will take good care of (Name)! ---Sekibayashi exclaimed, happy to know that you had the opportunity to date someone like him.

Your best friend was certainly happy, he thought Cosmo was a great match for you; strong, cute, charismatic, good fighter, educated, what more could you ask for?

Jun couldn't see you well, since your back was turned to him, but when he saw that Cosmo took you by the shoulder, he thought that perhaps it was because he had intended to give you a hug, and he was calmed down when he saw that he had moved away. from you, it was certainly the first time he saw Cosmo act so strange.

Neither Koga and Jun knew that he knew you before the tournament started. That he had taken it upon himself to get closer to you, but that you had not realized due to his great performance. For a moment, before Cosmo left, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two boys who were still doing squats, certainly pleased to see that at least for now, they were on his side.

"Well, maybe if they keep this up, I won't kill them now…" Was what the fighter thought, before faking a smile and saying goodbye to the fighters and obviously to you.

---See you guys! ---He exclaimed, before approaching the entrance of the place, and lowering his voice ---, see you, my dear (Name)-san.

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Good day.

Another finished request, I hope you liked it.

I really liked writing this one shot, and I hope that if you liked it a lot, you ask for part 2 (The "date" part)

Postscript; I really like the design of Kengan Omega, I feel that the added details give it a nicer touch.

Postscript two: Sorry if I add a lot to Sekibayashi or Koga, Jun is one of my favorite characters in all of Kengan, and I have a certain fondness for Koga since I read Kengan Omega.

And don't forget, orders are still open for anyone who wants a yandere one shot!

[shiveratic]

HIGHWAY TO HELL: EXTRA-ORDINARY ⋆｡° ✮

NOTES: AU, UMBRELLA ACADEMY CHARACTER INSERT, FIVE LOWKEY KIDNAPS RUTH, FOLLOWS RUTH PIRECE’S PERSPECTIVE, A LITTLE FLIRTING, BANTER, FIVE HARGREEVES IS AN ASSHOLE, FAMILY BICKERING, CHANCE ENCOUNTERS, FIVE BRINGS DELORES AND RUTH ISNT THRILLED, SHE BREIFLY MEETS LUTHER, MENTIONS TOWARDS TRAUMA, THE ‘GLIDED ACADEMY’ HAS POWERS, FIVE DOESNT KNOW SHE HAS POWERS, A LITTLE SNEAK PEAK INTO RUTH’S POWER DYNAMIC AND PHYSICS, HE EXPLAINS BREIFLY ABOUT THE APOCOLYPSE, RUTH AND HIM LOOK LIKE TEENAGERS, HE IS A LIITTLE SUSPICOUS OF HER.

Ruth sighed as she took a sip of the coffee in her hand. She had a violin case in her one hand as she walked along the sidewalk. She was aware of a few people looking at her.

She was walking to violin practice. But then a figure mummbling ‘shit’ over and over again made her pause. She watched as Vanya Hargreeves walked quickly to where she was, approaching the theater.

“Vanya..?” She mummbled, furrowing her eyebrows.

It was no secret Ruth was great at the violin. That was the only reason that she got a spot in the theater. It was surprising to all the others that she had joined, looking like she was sixteen.

But she had never noticed Vanya before..had she joined before her? She would’ve thought the tired looking woman would’ve reconqized her..or maybe not? She shook her head and quickly caught up to her.

“Hey!” She manged to walk to Vanya’s pace, throwing her coffee cup in some trash can behind her.

The long haired woman flinched before turning to her. She blinked before furrowing her eyebrows.

“Oh..hey, your that girl from yesterday..right? Do you need something, I’m kind of in a hurry-!” She finally reconqized her but for something different.

“In a hurry for violin practice and choir? Me too.” She cut off the woman’s hurried statement with a knowing tone.

“You play in the chior?” She looked seriously surprised.

“Yes. I’m surprised you didn’t reconqize me.” The teenage looking girl bluntly said, tilting her head slightly.

The other woman only made a upset look. She looked almost like she wanted to apologize. The other only shook her head before walking.

“You don’t want to be later then you are, do you?” She rytheorically asked.

The long haired woman was just standing there. But she snapped out of it when the other asked her. She quickly caught up with her and they both entered the theater.

Both of them cringed when the other musicans were already playing. They both quickly walked onto stage, trying to be quiet. But eventually when Vanya took a seat behind Ruth, the music stopped.

Both of them clicked their violin cases open, an akward and uncomfortable silence formed.

Helen, what Ruth believed to be a koeran or japense woman sat in first chair. She was almost certain there was something going on inbetween Helen and the director.

She only picked up her violin and looked at the director. She narrowed her eyes as she readied herself.

“Uhm..I’m so sorry I’m late..I hadn’t noticed..” She heard Vanya nervously apologize.

She seemed to ponder over this. It seemed almost as if the woman was in her head most of the time. Like she was living disconceted from life.

“From the top.” The male only cleared his throat and flashed a strained smile.

And the music started from the beginging again.

After violin practice, Vanya had dissapeared. The girl looked around for the woman. She decided to go to the bathroom, but saw Helen and her akwardly conversing.

She decided to enter the bathroom and merly go to the mirror. She saw Helen look over at her, along with a surprised Vanya.

“Like I was saying, at a certain point, it’s not about practice.” She looked at Vanya in a almost..condescending manner.

The pink haired girl watched the two. She noticed how the shorter woman seemed to be uncomfortable.

“It’s about weither or not you’ve got something speical..and maybe you just..don’t.” Helen contuined, sharply saying that last part.

“You can put in your 10,000 hours..or you can go find something your actually passoinate about, and stop slogging away at Stravinsky like a scared thirteen year old.” Ruth felt her eye watch at the mocking words.

“Think it over-!” She was cut off by the sixteen year old girl stepping infront of Vanya and glaring at her.

“How about you think about your ragging ego complex. Get out of here, Helen. Your disgusting for thinking your better then her. Just because you sleep with the director doesn’t make you speical.” The pink haired girl hissed, insulting the woman.

Vanya’s jaw hit the ground behind her. The koeran or japense woman infront of the duo gapped. She looked around and stummbled for a response.

“You look stupid. Get out of here.” The teenager her to go away, preferably for good.

She only scoffed before fixing her hair and grabbing her violin case. She left in a rush shortly after. The tall, tired woman behind Ruth moved infront of her and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Why did you do that?” She asked, confused.

Why did she stand up for her? She didn’t understand it. She hadn’t even had a real conversation with the girl before..

“Because I can’t stand people like that.” She blinked before looking at her with a bored expression.

The thin haired woman only looked at her with an expression of disblief. But before she could say anything, Ruth simply nodded. She bended down before grabbing her violin case and walking out of the bathroom.

She started walking on the pathway back to her current academy house. But she passed the umbrella academies resting place aswell. She walked into an alleyway before slowing down her pace.

Something or someone was digging through an dumpster.

“What the fuck..?” She slowly said, blinking and furrowing her eyebrows.

“Damnit, where’s dad’s stuff?!” Klaus mummbled angirly, ciggarette hanging from his mouth as he searched around.

She paused, walking infront of the trash can. She seemed to hear the male talking to someone.

“Shut up! I’m trying to find whatever priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!” He whipped to a spefic corner and edge of the dumpster as he grumbled.

He didn’t seem to notice the red uniformed girl yet.

But her head snapped up to one of the windows she saw open. Her entire body tensed when she saw a familar face and hands.

The sounds of rustling and steps came out the small escape hatch. Ruth really considered running, but it seemed to be too late.

“Oh, Ruth!” And of course, Klaus was the first to spot her.

She noticed that Five was ludging something on his back. It looked rather bulky, there were probably other things in it.

“I’d ask what your up to Klaus, espically since she’s here, but then it occured to me, I don’t care.” Five looked down mainly at his brother but his eyes flicked over to the girl for a second.

The older looking male in the trash only looked up at his brother as he climbed down the escape hatch. He landed on the ground and took Ruth’s right.

“Hey, you know there were easier ways out of the house, buddy?” Klaus laughed slightly as he leaned aganist the edge of the dumpster.

“This one involvded the least amount of talking. Or so I thought.” The male in the umbrella academy uniform only replied, flashing a sarcastic smile.

“Assshole.” The pink haired female mummbled under her breath.

She went to shuffle past him, but he quickly perked up. He snatched her sleeve and dragged her back towards him. She glared at him, pissed but not saying anything.

“Hey, hey, hey..so uh..you need anymore compamy today? I know they say two’s a party and three’s a, but-!” The drug addict paused Five as he breathily asked to join the duo.

“-I could uh..clear my sheducle..?” He pondered before asking.

The brown haired male only deadpanned at his brother. His hand was still tightly clutched onto the teenage looking girl’s red buttoned up blazer.

“Looks like you’ve got your hands full.” He nodded towards the dumpster his brother was currently in.

”Oh, this? No, no, I can do this whenever!” The ladder only shook his hand before making a dissmissive sound and gesture.

“I just..misplaced something! That’s all!” Klaus turned around and searched through the trash.

Ruth cringed as the scent of trash and smoke hit her nose. He would atleast need a couple showers or baths to get that scent off of him. Both Ruth and Five blinked when he held up a disgusting powdered donut and turned towards them.

“Oh! Found it! Thank god!” He cheered before shoving the disgusting donut in his mouth.

“Thank god I don’t do drugs.” The red uniformed girl sarcastically added on, offically disgusted.

Honestly, that was disgusting. She hadn’t eaten breakfest, but her stomach still churned.

“Delicious..” He said, obviously lying.

The brown haired male only scoffed and made a face.

“I’m done funding your drug habit.” He simply said, before turning around with one hand on the strap of his large back and one on the wrist of the girl.

He started walking to what looked like a plumbing van, tugging her behind him.

“Oh come on!” She heard Klaus complain, his mouth still full with the rotten donut.

“You don’t..maybe I just want to hang out with my brother!” He yelled.

The pink haired girl noticed that Five started walking faster to the car. Maybe he was embrassed, or maybe he was annoyed.

“Not you..Mi hermano!” He adressed someone else before contuining to call out to his brother.

“Get in the van.” He said to the teenage looking girl.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him. She opened her mouth to object but he only squeezed her wrist tighter. She scowled and snatched her arm away from him before going around to the passengers aide of the shotty van.

“I love you! Even if you can’t love yourself!” The man in the dumpster finally said, as Five got into the van and slammed the door.

When the female looked out the rearview mirror, she saw the older looking male spit out the donut. The male in the passengers seat started the van without another word. Basically kidnapping the girl and driving.

The short haired girl only deadpanned. They were parked in the van near Meritech. She looked out the window. The large bag was in the middle of the conscle.

The brown haired male only played with the glass eye in his hand. He watched as people went about they’re day. He hadn’t spotted the person he was looking for yet.

The girl finally snapped out of her disorenation when the male jolted when he relized something.

“Oh shit.” He mummbled under his breath, pocketing the eyeball.

He turned to the bag and unzipped it. The sounds on clinking made her look into the bag, and she deadpanned and raised an eyebrow when she saw a bunch of empty alchol bottles.

She gawked, although when her amber eyes landed on a fucking manequin. She blinked rapidly as she looked at the plastic figure. It was wearing a poka-dot blouse and had a roughly painted face.

“Hey. Sorry you were in there for so long, Delores.” She was even more horrifed when he started fucking talking to the manequin.

“Why the hell are you holding the manequin and looking at it like that?” She couldn’t help but make a judging face at him.

What the actual hell was wrong with this family. His brother had eaten a rotten donut, and now this guy was talking to intiamiate objects.

His green eyes glanced over for a second as he sat the manequin up on the thing inbetween them.

“This is Delores.” He simply said, like she gave a shit.

He looked back at Delores. The girl noticed that he looked at ‘Delores’ with a softer look.

“No, I’m not drunk.” He scoffed and pulled the glass out again and fiddled with it , looking back out the window.

Ruth only stuck her tongue in her cheek, eyes still looking at the manequin. God. Why was he acting like this was his girlfriend or something?

He could’ve just asked her to talk or something. Not talk to a manequin.

“I’m working.” He added on quickly afterwards.

A pause of silence greeted them and Five huffed.

“Yes..it’s about the ‘eye thing’. This is the place it was made. Or will be made.” I blinked as he answered no one.

What did he mean by it will be made? Well, the other day when she was dragged here, the doctor guy did say that it wasn’t made yet. But then how was it possible that he had it when it wasn’t even ‘made’ yet?

“We just have to wait..” He mummbled.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” The girl in the red uniform finally decided to speak up.

He turned his face to her and looked at her. His hand was still messing with the glass eyeball.

“Depends.” He simply answered.

Was that a go ahead to ask the question? Or a ‘you better watch it’?

“What did you mean the end of the world is coming in a week?” She raised her eyebrows and bluntly asked.

“It means just that.” He blurted out, not seeming fazed by how brash his response was.

She only scoffed and looked away for a second.

“Well, excuse me for being a bit of a skeptic. I’ve never bought into the raving ‘the worlds going to end’ or ‘god is coming back to earth’ bullshit.” She only sighed before sarcastically replying.

Five only raised his eyebrows as he studied her with an amused expression. Almost like he was amused that she wasn’t letting him fuck with her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I look like a teenager? While all the rest of my siblings are growen adults?” He raised a point towards her.

“I’ll ask you that when the rest of your siblings stop acting emotionally stunned teenaagers.” She immeditally snapped, a little annoyed.

The green eyed male only scoffed before biting his lip. He seemed to be debating on telling her.

“Just tell me. Otherwise, I’m going to call you a crazy lunatic and get out of the godamn van.” Ruth was fed up with all of this.

She had been forced to ‘help’ him. But he wasn’t telling her anything!!

“Enough with the mind games and avoiding my questions..” She said, more quietly.

He still focused down at his hands and out the window on his side. Should he tell her? She was a very strange girl, that was for certain.

He knew teenagers, cursed alot. But still, her vocabulary and bitterness seemed uncalled for in a girl that looked no older then sixteen.

It was odd, to say the very least.

“The apocolypse..I don’t know how it’s caused..but I know it’s coming. I assume you reconqize me? Or at the very least, Klaus?” He slowly started off.

“Five Hargreeves.” I basically said, deadpanning.

He only smiled sarcastically before winking. Ruth felt a little nervous at the motion, but why? It was just a wink from your ‘childhood crush.’ Get over it.

“In the flesh. I have the ability to time travel-well-not well anyway. And teleport. Around sixteen years ago, i used my ability..I went too far with it.” He simply said before looking away and biting his lip.

The tan skinned female furrowed her eyebrows and flicked her eyes across his face. Why did he seem so uncomfortable?

His green eyes flicked back and forth, like he was debating telling her more. He eventually clicked his tongue before turning away and relaxing a little bit.

“Get some rest. Your stuck with me now.” He simply demanded, before looking away.

The girl looked at him in disblief. Was he serious?! He was just going to adimit knowing there was an ‘apocolypse’ coming, and then stop?!

Ruth only sighed to scowl and stare at him for a while longer, before turning away and scoffing.

The pink haired girl had been awake for awhile now. The teenage looking male however, had drifted off to sleep.

“Kick it over here!” She looked out the plumming van’s window and saw two kids playing with each other.

She assumed it was the next day, but she hadn’t checked the time or anything.

“Woah!” The kids passed by the van.

She was startled by the male in the drivers passengers seat squirming uncomfortably. Was he having a nightmare or something? Should she..wake him up?

“No..” He mummbled in sleep but it sounded a little panicked.

“No!” He yelled, making the teenage looking girl recoil.

But then she reached over and hesitated before touching his shoulder. He flinched violently and she recoiled again.

“Hey..you were having a nightmare..are you oka-!” She slowly said, maybe even looking a tiny bit concerned before being cut off before she could ask him.

“Five! Hey, Five!” A deeper male voice and a knock on her side of the window made her whip her head towards it.

Five still looked a little disorenated. He was staring at the amber eyed girl before he looked at the window. He furrowed his eyebrows but unlocked the door unthless.

“What are you..” He breathed, still kind of out of it as his brother opened the van’s door.

Ruth tensed as the large man with the overcoat opened the door. He looked at her in confusion, probably wondering who the hell she was. She was about to open her mouth but Five only grunted and nudged her shoulder.

“Move to the back.” He jutted his thumb in the direction of the back.

She looked at him like he was crazy, but he only fixed her with a look. She scowled and mummbled a harsh phrase under her breath before unbuckling and moving to the back of the van, not noticing a familar figure.

She crouched and sat down in the middle of the conscle. She hung on for dear life, though, when the van started shaking when the large man tried to enter.

“Oh my god..” He mummbled under his breath, trying to wedge himself in the passengers front seat.

She noticed the brown haired male turn his head away. She could’ve sworen she saw him snickering but trying to hold it back.

“You okay? You shouldn’t be..” The adult man finally squeezed himself in the seat before closing the door.

The amber eyed girl paused for a second. Wait..is this..number one of the umbrella academy? It would make sense, he looked like a fucking steriod wrestler. And growing up, she had heard he had the power of super strength. How fitting.

“How did you find me?” Five asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at his ‘older brother.’

The large man only jutted her thumbs towards the girl with pink hair. She furrowed her eyebrows before looking behind her. And there was Klaus, holding the damn manequin as he swayed with it slightly and a ciggarette in his mouth.

She felt her mouth drop open slightly. Just how long had he been back her for?!

“Hey baby..Hey! A little privacy here guys! We’re really hitting it off back here!” The male kept his eyes on the dumb manequin before relizing all three people were looking at him as he complained, manequin still in hand.

Five seemed to get irraitiated at this as he grabbed something and threw it as his brother, making the older flinch and cover himself. This dropped the girl manequin in the process.

“Get out! You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something!” He snapped, scowling at Klaus.

Klaus only nudged next to Ruth at the middle conscle. The tan girl internally cringed as he huddled next to her, their shoulders touching.

“Any lucky finding your one-eyed man?” He quietly asked his brown-nette brother but it seemed useless as the large and tough looking blonde man shot him and Five a look.

“No.” Both Ruth and the said male whispered back, making the green eyed male look at her for a second before shaking his head.

“What’s he talkin’ about?” The large man, that the female just decided to adress as ‘number one from the umbrella academy’ for now, asked his teenage looking brother.

“Does it matter? It’s Klaus.” He scoffed before replying sarcastically.

“What do you want, Luther?” Ah, so that was the big man’s name, now she could drop the ‘number one’ thing.

“Uh..so Grace may have something to do with dad’s death..so I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It’s important.” He said, starting off slowly before demanding his brother come back to the academy.

Grace? The pink-nette had never heard that name before. Was that a maid or something?

“‘It’s important.’” Five mocked before scoffing and turning his head towards his older looking brother.

“You have no concept of what’s important.” He sneered, eyes narrowing at his brother before flicking to the girl for a second before back to him.

But she caught that. And for some strange reason, her breath seemed to shorten. But she only pressed her lips into a firm line and looked away.

“Hey-!” Klaus suddenly butted in again, pushing aganist the red themed girl next to him.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I waxed my ass with choclate pudding? It was so painful!” He asked through breathy laughter.

Ruth felt her jaw drop slightly, but then she made a throughly disgusted face at the male’s uneeded comment.

“Gross.” She finally said, judging him heavily.

“What are you still doing here?” Luther sighed out and looked at his brother, looking a little distrubed.

The only girl in van looked at the teenage looking boy. He had a slight smile on his face but shook his head.

“Ay, ay, ay..” He said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“What? I need a excuse to hang out with my family?” Klaus asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked a litttle offended at the blonde’s question.

“We’re trying to have a serious conversation.” He said in a exasperated tone, making the drug addict gasp.

This was a little akward for the girl. Because, no one was really paying attention to her. Between being stuck in this damn van with her first ‘celebirty crush’, to having Klaus talk about trying to wax his ass with choclate pudding.

“What? And I’m incapable of being serious? Is that what your saying?” The blonde bitterly asked, scooting a little further away from the middle area.

“Luther’s got a point. You should get out.” The green eyed male finally spoke up and turned his head to look at his brother.

Ruth felt a little, tiny bit bad for Klaus. But she would never say that.

“And take the girl with you.” Luther piped up and nodded towards her.

The short haired youth held back a cheer. The blonde only mummbled angirly and opened up the van’s backdoors. The girl moved to shuffle over towards the door but was stopped by a firm hold on her red blazer.

“She stays.” Five said, narrowing his eyes at her before back to Luther.

“Do I really have t-!” She started whining, throughly annoyed.

The drug addict sibling had already left the van. The doors slammed behind him and he went out of sight.

“Yes.” He cut her off before roughly letting go of her blazer, making her scowl and adjust it.

“What the hell are you up to, Five?” The man in the front passenger seat asked his brother, pressing for answers.

The more youthful looking boy only scoffed before shaking his head.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He simply said, not wanting his brother to press any further, it was annoying.

The tan girl only observed this. She knew that Five was a huge asshole. He seemed to push his family away, and use people to help him. She was a little worried with what his reaction would be if he ever found out her portal ability.

“Try me. Last I checked, I’m still the leader of this family.” ‘Number one’ boosted his ego with that comment.

“Well, last I checked, I’m twenty eight years older then you.” The ladder retorted, smiling sarcastically at his brother.

The man in the overcoat only scoffed and looked at him. He looked almost annoyed and irratied with how his brother was avoiding him. Plus, his ego probably got shot down by that blow.

“You know what your problem is?” He ryhtorically asked Five.

“Really hoping you’ll tell me.” The other replied, sarcasm dripping heavily off of his words.

The pink haired girl, who was still in the back area of the van squirmed uncomfortablly. She didn’t do well with family arguements, espically when they were happening right infront of her.

“You think your better then us. You always have. Even when we were kids.” Luther scoffed before pointing out the obvious.

Her amber eyes flicked to the boy’s figure. And he did not look pleased by his brother’s words, for lack of a better word. He looked annoyed and slightly angry.

“But the truth is that your just as messed up as the rest of us. We’re all you have. And you know it.” He finished, before looking rather proud with his words.

The girl looked a little annoyed at his words aswell. This guy was seriously annoying. Couldn’t he just get over his daddy issues and move on? If anything, he also acted like he was better because he had the ‘Number one’ title.

“I don’t think I’m better then you, Number one.” Five snapped, practically hissing out veomn of his words.

“I know I am.” He said.

The girl had to hold back a scoff. Was everyone in the infamous hargreeves family always so self-centered? They all seemed to have ego’s. Well, apart from Vanya, and she was sweet.

“I’ve done unimageimable things. Things you couldn’t even comperhend.” He looked out his side of the vans window again as he sighed.

“Right.” The older looking man in the passengers seat said skeptically.

“Just to get back here and save you all.” He breathed out.

But before either of the two could say anything, the sound of a stoors front door being pushed open violently made Ruth squint her eyes.

There, infront of her, and looking out the main window was a small store. Klaus Hargreeves came bulsting out of it, a good amount of products in his hands.

“What the fuck..” She breathed out quietly.

“Whoo!” He cheered before looking for a direction to run.

She was slightly horrifed when he started running into oncoming traffic.

“Stop! Hey, stop right now!” A police officer was chasing after him, blowing his whistle.

“Hey bitches!” The physcotic male yelled as he passed by the stolen van the teenage looking boy had probably stolen.

A look of mild amusement and exasperation was on the green eyed males face. While Luther looked totally done and unsurprised.

“You, get back here!” The police officer was still chasing after him.

Products and food were falling from Klaus’s hands as he contuined running away. He stummbled while he looked behind him, practically getting hit by a car before quickly scrammbling out of the way.

“Out of the way, asshole!” He shouted at the car before dissapering out of sight.

Luckily, since the two males in the van with Ruth were distracted, she extremely carefully unlocked the backdoor to the van. She slid it open fastly before slamming it behind her. She stummbled back slightly, feeling a sense of freedom and dizziness course through her, she hadn’t been on her actual feet for awhile after all.

“Now I’m starting to wonder if that was the smartest decision.” The boy in the school looking uniform wonderd.

Before he decided to turn his head to the back of the van. He felt his jaw drop slightly when he saw no sign of the girl he had practically kidnapped. He caught her sprinting away from the van, pretty fast, he noticed. Her red blazer flew behind her as she ran away.

“Son of a bitch..” He breathed out.

Ruth stummbled breathlessy into the previous house of the unknowen ‘Glided academy.’ She had used her portal ability when she knew she was safe and no bystanders were near her.

“Ruth! Oh my gosh!” Violet was standing in the living room, where her ‘sister’ had appeared.

A glow portal, turning and orange and amber sparks coming out of it was in the floor. It practically spat her out and she scowled before flipping it off.

“Jesus christ..” She said, before making a smooth closed fist motion with her right hand, like she was snatching something out of the air.

The portal slowly dissapered and closed, the slight sniges in the floor the only evidence of it’s existence.

“I haven’t seen your ability in use forever..” The blonde girl breathed out, eyes trained on the floor.

“And thank god for that..” She breathed before brushing past the blonde, usually invisble girl.

As she started heading towards the stairs, Violet quickly rushed after her. She tugged on her arm and blazer slightly before sighing.

“Look..I..uhm..I just wanna’ say I’m sorry..for everything and what I said yesterday.. about Celes-!” She started in a soft and uncomfortable tone.

The tan skinned girl felt her body tense up. Her hands also slightly clentched into fists.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said, through gritted teeth, forcing herself not to be rude or sarcastic.

But Violet only shook her head and contuined.

“No, seriously. I shouldn’t have broughten her up. You two were so close growing up-!”

“Leave her alone, V.” Hiraeith came from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and simply watching the girl with her narrowed purplish eyes.

She seemed to notice how the older looking girl, trapped in her teenage body looked uncomfortable.

“I-!” The blue eyed girl looked shocked but couldn’t say anything.

The two only wordlessy watched as Ruth brushed past them and headed upstairs, towards her room. Although, a lump formed in her throat. She only scowled and tightened her hands into her fists.

She missed her.

[malachiexists13]

CHARACTER/S: Giyuu Tomioka [He/Him] x Yuutsu (OC) [She/Her] PROMPT/GENRE: Protecting Someone/Love Confession ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Acquaintances/Mutual Pining REQUESTED BY: @nunezs-stuff WORD COUNT: 700+ //TW: - Description of Violence; Sanemi being Sanemi (rude/projecting onto others); Cussing;

DISCLAIMER: This was written by a minor, someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, please DNI and keep scrolling.

NOTES: Part 2 to Depths of Disparity. I don’t usually do part 2s for my oneshots but this seemed interesting enough to write. I probably won’t write a part 3 though. Same situation as before, Yuutsu does not belong to me and these characters are probably a bit out-of-character but oh well. Also I didn’t know whether Yuutsu is supposed to be a Hashira but in this, she’s not written as one. Sorry if she was supposed to be–

SUMMARY: Yuutsu, a gentle and sweet looking girl. But not even she would stand idly when someone insulted the one she loved. Even if that someone was the second strongest of the Demon Slayer Corp.

PREVIOUS PART: Depths of Disparity

AO3: Unfiltered Honesty

Sanemi Shinazugawa; the Wind Hashira was a man of excellent skill and strength but poor temper. He was quick to think the worst of others and his fellow Hashira were no exception, especially the Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka. It had slowly become routine by this point. Shinazugawa hated how quiet Tomioka was, and how he rarely interacted with others. He often antagonized the man, calling him arrogant and accusing him of having a superiority complex… All because Tomioka claimed to be ‘different’ from the other Hashira. A poor temper, indeed. 

It was something that Tomioka tried to ignore. After all, it was completely useless to argue with someone who had already made up their mind about something. And, a part of Tomioka believed it was better if Sanemi hated him as much as he acted. But it would seem today was no different. 

Ubuyashiki-sama had decided to send both Tomioka and Shinazugawa out on a mission. A disaster waiting to happen, really. Shinazugawa was less than pleased to be informed that out of all the Hashira to be sent on a mission with, it was with Tomioka. “Ugh, this is awful…” the Wind Hashira groaned as they stood outside Headquarters. Tomioka stood awkwardly off to the side, choosing to stay silent. But that didn’t stop Shinazugawa from directing his anger towards him. “I mean, seriously? I have to be sent on a mission with you of all people?” 

“It’s disrespectful, that’s what it is. And–” Shinazugawa continued on, ranting and raving about how much he didn’t want to do this. But Tomioka slowly tuned him out, having noticed Yuutsu off in the distance. She was walking along the path with her umbrella in hand, seemingly to enjoy the scenery. Everything around Tomioka seemed to freeze as he watched her, completely entranced by her and her alone. But the daydream didn’t last long. 

Tomioka was roughly dragged from it; Shinazugawa had grabbed onto the collar of his uniform as he glared at him, “Are you even fucking listening to me?! What’s got you so distracted– oh,” Shinazugawa looked over his shoulder and spotted Yuutsu. “Her? You’re actually into that dumb and naive girl? Pfft– she may be stupid, Tomioka, but she’d never love a pathetic and arrogant ass like you. Get that into your thick skull.” 

An awkward silence filtered into the air. Tomioka said nothing. What could he say? He could argue that Yuutsu wasn’t stupid, that she wasn’t dumb or naive. …But everything else Shinazugawa had said was true, wasn’t it? “Hey! Do you really have nothing to say for yourself?! You–” “Shinazugawa-san, I suggest you take your hand off him.” Both men blinked in surprise; neither had even noticed Yuutsu approaching them. But there she stood, staring at Shinazugawa expectantly. Tomioka had never noticed how… little emotion her eyes carried. 

“And? It’s none of your business. It’s a matter between Hashira, so scram.” Shinazugawa glared at her, but she didn’t falter. Instead, Yuutsu grasped Shinazugawa’s wrist, her grip tightening as she harshly yanked his hand off of Tomioka– a crack sounding subtly yet noticeable by the look of pain on Shinazugawa’s face. Tomioka’s gaze widened– had Yuutsu just broken Shinazugawa’s wrist? 

That’s when he noticed the intense anger in her eyes as she stared down the Wind Hashira, still holding tight to his wrist as her tone lowered– “Call me dumb, stupid, naive, whatever–! But you will not insult the person I love.” Shinazugawa yanked his hand away and held his wrist, “Fuckin’ psycho… Fine! He’s your problem now,” Without waiting for a response, Shinazugawa walked off, leaving Yuutsu and Tomioka. 

Tomioka stood frozen in place. Was he afraid or in awe? He couldn’t tell… The girl he loved so deeply had just defended him but also broke the wrist of the second strongest Hashira, not only that but she had also admitted to loving him, too. The feeling of joy that welled up in his chest– a feeling near-unfamiliar… One he did not deserve to indulge– no, he couldn’t– “I apologize for scaring you, my love, but–” Yuutsu’s gentle voice broke Tomioka from his reverie. She stood before him, umbrella in one hand and the other held out towards him. 

“Please stand under the umbrella, it looks like it’s going to rain.” Tomioka blinked, then looked up at the slowly darkening sky before looking back to Yuutsu. He hesitantly took her hand in his, giving a small smile as he moved to stand beside her. Perhaps… Perhaps indulging just this once would be okay.

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[bakumanfaces]

So something happened last night that rubbed me the wrong way...

One of my friends tried to set me up without telling me he was going to and also I just was not interested in the person.

A few other friends went to his house as well so when we got there we are just standing around catching up. I see this girl and my buddy's wife in another area of the house and I see a point towards me. I thought "weird but probably just pointing and saying who's who".

My first real suspicion was that we were all in the kitchen and she was cooking something. I just get curious when people cook stuff and it was something I've never cooked before so we were all talking about it. I go to leave the kitchen and my buddy basically grabs me by my shoulders and spins me around and places me near her. I basically knew what he was doing at this point since he asked me how my dating life was going earlier and I just laughed at that question. But I just left the kitchen again because I was done being in the kitchen.

Then he starts to get more direct with me. Doing like head gestures towards her and giving me looks that were obvious. There is a pic of me that got taken recently that I think I look good in and he brings it up and goes "that's a hot picture I bet people like it" or something like that with another head gesture towards her.

This type of shit continued for what felt like forever but probably like not even an hour. And by this point you can tell that I'm getting visibly uncomfortable when he does something like this. So he finally goes "Hey you good?" I give that generic yep response with that face that's clearly annoyed. Then he goes "do you want me to sit down and shut the fuck up?" "Yes".

A few more little things happened throughout the rest of the night. Like I would do something nice for her because I'm a friendly person and he'd go "you're such a gentleman". But that's a type of response he would do if I did something nice to anyone so I didn't care but with the added context is just a smidge eh.

I've thought about being set up before and if I would like it or not. I thought the worst case would be being introduced without notice and not being into the person and then having to deal with it the rest of the gathering. WELL LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! I think the only way a set up for me to work is I need to at least get a heads up so I can have the option to be like not for me or don't tell me don't give me any indication and let me just approach naturally. Idk...

Like other than that it was a fantastic night it's just when I figured out what he was doing and I wasn't into the person my freaking stomach sank.

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Somewhere in the spiderverse...

Today is my fifth day at my new school, things are going better than I expected. An interesting girl approached me the first day I arrived, she talked a lot, but was quite friendly. It was strange, because all the extroverted people I met always tried to initiate physical contact, like putting their hand on my shoulder or putting their arm around me, but she always respected my personal space, and that left me calm. I never really liked physical contact, it made me tense, so I always kept a certain distance from other people. Today she sat with me and talked about her life like she always did. She always talked about her dad or how much she liked ice cream, she's a little strange, but I enjoy her company. "Why do you always take that with you?" She pointed to the Rubik's cube that was on my table, I always carried it with me in case I got anxious. "... It helps me focus." "I've never solved one of those... can i try?" "Oh... sure." I let her take the bucket and watched her carefully. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw how quickly she solved it, impressive! "Wow... that's amazing." "I need to buy one of these!, i bet that would keep my dad bussy. ... Nevermind, it would stress him out not being able to solve it-" I gave her a smile. My curiosity grew every day, she always talked about her father and the strange anecdotes she has with him, sometimes I feel like she omits information in her stories.

When the recess bell rang, we both went to the cafeteria and sat at a table facing each other. She took out her lunchbox and I did the same, although I grimaced a little when I saw that my mom had given me reheated noodles. It's not that I was picky, I just don't like the texture... or the smell. Although fortunately she had also left me two sandwiches. I noticed how Aracely had brought chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and fried chicken, yet I didn't understand how she could eat so much junk food and stay in shape. I watched as she pushed the nuggets to the side while wrinkling her nose. "I don't like these... they taste weird." "... I could eat them." I couldn't help it ok?, i was hungry and I love chicken nuggets. "Oh, sure!, here." She left the nuggets for me, and I ate them happily. "Hey, i was wondering..." "Hmm?" "Would you like to go to my house to do homework?, you can stay for dinner too if you want." "Oh... i don't know..." I wasn't entirely sure whether to accept or not, I was afraid that Aracely's father would feel uncomfortable because of me. Sometimes parents don't understand my condition, or the families are very large and the noise bothers me. Doubts took control of my mind. "It's okay, you don't have to worry about my dad being mean to you or something like that, he's a good man." "Oh... well... yeah, i guess it's fine." I could tell that that made Aracely happy. I didn't understand why she enjoyed my company so much, maybe because I didn't ask as many personal questions as the rest, and you could tell that they made her uncomfortable, which seemed a little strange to me. I always felt like Aracely was hiding something, she was always very perceptive with other people, but she didn't like it when someone was perceptive with her.

That same night...

I had an argument with my mom. I always felt that she was very annoying, that she never understood me or even tried to, and that made me angry. My dad was driving to Aracely's house while I wiped the tears from my eyes. He kept telling me not to be too hard on her, but I couldn't think clearly after the hurtful things we said to each other. When he parked in front of the house, I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car without saying anything. I rang the house bell and waited, my wrist shaking slightly back and forth. Suddenly the door opened, and I slowly raised my head... damn, that man was really tall... was he Aracely's dad? "Oh... Aracely, your friend came." His voice was deep and gravelly, quite intimidating. Then Aracely looked out the door and smiled at me, opening the door a little more for me to enter. "Hi!!, come inside." I entered the house and Aracely guided me to her room. Her father simply sat on the couch watching television. "Sorry for all the disaster- you can sit here." She patted the bed a couple of times, and I took a seat on it. While Aracely was looking for her notebooks, I looked away at the television... lots of news about the Scarlet Spider. I always found it curious how New York had Spider-Man, who always seemed friendly and kind, while Scarlet Spider was really intimidating and a little scary. "Isn't he really cool?" I looked at Aracely, who was watching television with a smile. When Hummingbird appeared in action alongside the Scarlet Spider, she pointed at the screen with excitement. "Look, look!, isn't she cool?!" "She kinda is, yeah." "I know right?!" Her excitement made me smile. "I didn't knew you liked superheros that much." "Oh i LOVE superheros, and i like fights a lot!" We continued talking about superheroes for a while, until then we got to work on homework. Sometimes I felt like I was having a hard time concentrating after what happened with my mom, until I got up and asked Aracely where the bathroom was. When she gave me the instructions, I left the room while holding back tears.

I had not paid enough attention to Aracely's instructions, and I got a little lost in the house. Suddenly I bumped into someone, and when I raised my head I saw Aracely's father, who was looking at me with a serious expression. His hard gaze softened when he noticed my teary eyes, though I quickly tried to hide them. It was embarrassing. "Are you... ok?" Although I nodded my head, it was obvious that I was lying. He was silent for a few seconds, and then sighed, as if he were arguing internally with himself. "... I know i'm not the one to ask, but you wanna tell me about it?" This was... weird. Although i felt the need to talk about it. We sat on the couch, this was very strange. I had never talked about my problems with a person I didn't know at all, but I felt the need to talk about it with someone, and he was with me now. I told him the whole problem, with my voice shaking and my eyes wet. He looked at me carefully, sighed, and then looked straight ahead. "Well... i've never had a mom, and my "dad" was an asshole. But... i'm sure your mom loves you. Sometimes other people can be overwhelmed by... your own state, and that can be annoying for you, because... it's not your fault that you're like this. People are mean to you and treat you like some kind of weirdo, and sometimes you are, but you're not a bad person. And there's people that want to help you, but they also get stressed by all of that, so you have to be patient, because they still love you and want the best for you. You deserve being listened, but so do other people. Your mom doesn't hate you, she just needs you to support her, like she did when you were a little kid." I felt that not only I needed that speech, but he also needed it. He was right, I was very hard on my mom, and I said things to her that probably hurt her. "... Thanks, Mr. Parker." It turns out that Aracely's father was not as scary and intimidating as he seemed.

The next day...

I managed to talk to my mother, we both gave our points of view and finally we forgave each other. I understood that she needed support as much as I did. By then I was walking to school, always taking the path with fewer people to avoid the crowds of the city. I was distracted with my thoughts until I heard a loud explosion that alarmed the rest of the people, but made me dizzy. The sound echoed in my head, and while the rest of the people ran so that the rubble of the building did not fall on them, I had not even noticed my surroundings. When I managed to calm down enough, I looked up only to see a huge chunk of cement falling on me, but someone stopped it. "It's the Scarlet Spider!" One of the people exclaimed, while the renowned Texas superhero stopped all the debris with a huge spider web that he created over all of us. Suddenly, I could feel the anguish and panic in my body relax, as if the constant thoughts in my head were quiet for the first time. "Are you okay?" Hummingbird appeared in front of me, levitating a few inches off the ground. I looked her in the eyes and nodded a few times. She took care of dispersing everyone while the police arrived, and both the spider hero and the hooded heroine left the scene. I ran as far as I could from the place, afraid that another explosion would occur. I stopped after a few blocks, to catch my breath. I was probably late for school, but that was the least of my worries. Suddenly I heard two voices coming from a nearby alley, they were arguing. I looked out slowly and cautiously... no one will believe what I saw. The Scarlet Spider... without his mask, Aracely's father... "Ugh- i'm sick of all those psychopaths with bombs. I swear if i could-" "You can't kill them Kaine!, we're supossed to be heros!" "I'm not a hero, Aracely, besides-" They both noticed my presence, and looked at me surprised. It turns out that Aracely's father was not as boring as he seemed. "... Shit."

[fullfledgedghost]

i do not have ao3 or any other fanfiction posting website so i will put my fic on tumblr instead! anyway i wrote a fic about nageki inspired by https://nageki-the-friendly-ghost.tumblr.com/post/690720841841934336/i-wanna-see-the-five-years-of-nageki-alone-in-the <- this post. thank you @nageki-the-friendly-ghost for allowing me to run with your idea lol =)

spoilers are alluded to but not actually stated. you could probably guess what im alluding too though im not great at being subtle lol.

this got really long i apologize. i hope you enjoy!

Fujishiro, Nageki. Freshman. He knew this much from the ID card found in his pocket. There was some other information on the card as well, but he didn’t think it was important. The card was blackened on the edges, almost sooty. He had tried to scrape it off more than once. All he had accomplished was getting his wingtips dirty.

He was in the library. He probably could’ve guessed this from the books scattered around, but some other birds solidified this in their idle chatter with one another.

He wasn’t sure when he had entered the library. He assumed he had fallen asleep in there before class, because that was where he had awoken. He didn’t seem to have any books on him.

For the moment, he was content to remain in the library. He was still a little tired, and when he tried to stand he became light-headed and had to sit down again. The library was comfortably warm, and he found himself drifting back to sleep if he wasn’t careful.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and the students left. Noticing people starting to leave, Nageki stood up (with some difficulty), stretched his wings, and followed the other students into the hallway.

....except he didn’t.

Nageki didn’t know why he couldn’t leave the library, but he didn’t question it as much as he probably should have. Honestly, he was very tired, again for a reason he did not know and could not understand, which made it difficult to put much effort into figuring anything out.

For the moment, he was content to remain in the library and read all day. He hoped his teachers weren’t worried about why he wasn’t coming to class. If he had teachers. He couldn’t remember if he did.

He wondered why nobirdie else was talking to him. The other birds weren’t there when he had first become aware, but they started showing up a little while later. For the most part, they stayed quiet and worked on whatever they were working on, but even when they passed by Nageki’s corner, they never tried to make conversation. Never even looked at him.

Once, he tried talking to one of them. A bird had been looking for a book on a shelf beside Nageki’s usual corner haunt, and he was beginning to grow restless.

“Hey, do you have the time..?” Nageki asked awkwardly. His voice was quiet and a little bit strained. Nageki realized he had forgotten what his own voice sounded like, at some point.

The other bird didn’t respond. They kept searching for a book.

“Um. Excuse me?” He asked again, a little louder this time.

The bird pulled away from the bookshelf, looking annoyed. They sighed and walked to the opposite side of them room, then began looking through another shelf.

Nageki felt.. strange. Was the other bird’s reaction directed at him? It could’ve been at the bookshelf, maybe, but he wasn’t sure.

Maybe everyone hated him, and that’s why they left him alone. Maybe he was just being bullied.

He felt uncomfortable, thinking this. Maybe he would take a short nap to get his mind off things.

One day he saw somebody writing in their library book. He grit his beak and mentally debated whether he should approach the vandal or not. If he really was being bullied, as his current theory stated, it would be a bad idea. But, sometimes it seemed to Nageki that he was the only one who cared about these books. He was the only one who would say anything.

He ruffled his feathers, mustered his courage, and stood up, walking over to the table where the vandal bird sat.

“Hey.” Nageki said, quiet but firm. “Is that your book?” He knew it wasn’t.

The other bird didn’t say anything in response. They didn’t even look up.

Nageki was beginning to grow annoyed.

“Excuse me, sir, but you shouldn’t write in library books. Those are school property.” He knew he sounded kind of dorky, protecting the library books, but he was resolved.

The other bird still didn’t respond. Nageki looked around nervously. What was happening? He had stood up, walked, and started talking to somebody, and yet nobody had looked up from their work. Nobody acknowledged him.

Nageki suddenly became very uncomfortable. Like he was about to remember something he’d much rather forget.

He looked back at the vandal bird. Quickly, and without thinking about it much, he picked up a pencil from the desk and threw it lightly at the other bird. Then he turned around and walked away.

“H-hey, who threw that??” An angry accusation came from the vandal bird. Nageki did not respond. The bird did not ask him to, even if he was the most likely suspect.

He returned to his corner and sat back down, picking up his book but not reading it. Instead, he watched the other birds go about their studying, then leave when the sunlight filtering through the windows started to fade. Eventually, a teacher came in to catch any stragglers, took a look around, and then locked the door. Locking Nageki in.

Nageki no longer thought he was being bullied.

People weren’t coming to the library as much anymore. He’d overheard some of them complaining about the temperature always being too cold. Others mentioned that the room smelled faintly of smoke, and it gave them headaches. One bird mentioned a ghost who stole pencils.

Nageki didn’t know what they were talking about. He hadn’t felt cold in a while, and couldn’t really smell anything either. Maybe they were just being dramatic?

Either way, the library steadily grew emptier and emptier. At first, he was worried about everyone leaving, but once he remembered that nobody could see him anyway, he resigned himself to his fate. He didn’t mind getting to read by himself, he thought. This was what usually happened to him anyway, left alone to read.

...what? What usually happened? When is ‘usually’?

Nageki wished somebirdie would put up a calendar in the library. He had no idea what year it was, or even really what month. He could tell when it was winter because of the snow, and summer because the library was suddenly crowded with birds escaping the heat, but otherwise he was completely blind to time.

He wondered when his birthday was. He wondered if he could still get older. He wondered a lot of things.

Nageki didn’t dream. But when he did, he dreamed of fire. It made him feel guilty. He couldn’t understand why.

It had probably been a while, now, since Nageki had first woken up in the library. He couldn’t quite remember.

He had read a majority of the interesting books in the library, at this point. A few of them, his favorites, he had read more than once. He wished the library would get new books, but it didn’t seem like anyone cared enough to buy any.

This library, for the most part, had remained unchanged since he arrived there. Like it was stuck in time with him. Maybe that’s why he was stuck there, in that library, that place beyond time.

Was he.. beyond time? He wasn’t sure.

He had been sporadically keeping a journal for some time now. He wasn’t sure why, since he knew nobirdie else would read it. He supposed it was nice to keep his thoughts in order.

He had never considered himself much of a writer, better suited to reading books than creating them. But journaling was...... well, it was a way to pass the time. Reading had become less of a hobby and more like the only activity he was permitted to do while stuck here. He needed a new hobby.

Nageki tried to escape from the library a variety of ways. It was sometime over summer, he assumed, because no birds had visited the library in a while. He tried sleeping through those long months, but that hadn’t worked. Eventually, he became restless.

The door, obviously, didn’t work. He knew that. He still tried a few times, but nothing new happened.

There were a few windows leading to the courtyard. Nageki wasn’t sure if they were locked or not, but upon testing them, he found they were unlocked.

He knew trying to leave via window wasn’t actually dangerous for birds, who had wings and could fly, but the action still felt dangerous. It made Nageki’s heart race to stick his head out of the library window. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had felt a real breeze.

Unfortunately, the windows all proved unhelpful as well. No matter how hard he tried, he was pushed back into the library much like when he tried to leave via the door.

He sighed and flopped down in the center of the library. He was tired. It took a lot of effort to attempt an escape from the library.

Laying on the floor, Nageki wondered if he could break through the floor and escape that way. As he slowly fell asleep, he wondered why he wanted to leave so bad. Was anything even waiting for him out there..?

When he awoke in a different room, Nageki was surprised. Had he finally done it? Had he finally escaped?

He did not recognize the room he was in, but from the beakers and other equipment scattered around he assumed it was some sort of science classroom. Maybe a lab room.

The presence of a human skeleton on the wall unnerved him. He hoped it wasn’t real. From the books he had read, he knew humans were endangered, and having one’s remains on a wall felt distasteful to him. Yes, that was probably why the idea made him uncomfortable.

A bird he had never seen before entered the room. He began setting up the lab equipment as if he was going to perform an experiment.

Something about this bird made Nageki want to hide from him, even though he knew he couldn’t see him. Maybe it was his suspicious, red-rimmed eyes? Or the expression on his face as he readied whatever experiment he wanted to conduct?

Whatever it was, Nageki took a step back from him. In doing so, he bumped into a rack of empty test tubes and knocked one over. It fell to the ground, shattering.

The suspicious bird looked up, annoyed. “Who’s there? I know that test tube didn’t jump off the desk of its own accord.”

Nageki’s eyes widened, and his feathers ruffled in fright. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to be found by this bird.

For some reason, he remembered that certain birds will fly straight up when they are surprised. This seemed like a horrible idea, but Nageki couldn’t think of anything else to try. Quickly, he flapped his wings and accelerated towards the roof of the lab room. Closing his eyes, he braced for impact......

But felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he found himself once again in the library.

What???? Had he been dreaming?? He quickly looked around and found everything as he had last seen it. He sighed.

Though, thinking about it again.... Nageki had an idea. Not giving himself any time to talk himself out of it, Nageki closed his eyes and tried to put his head through the library floor.

...no impact. He opened his eyes. He could see the suspicious bird and the chemistry materials!

He smiled. He was pretty sure this was the first time he’d smiled since waking up, minus smiling while reading.

Nageki pulled his head back into the library. Tentatively, he tried to fly up as well, into the library ceiling. Success! He was outside of the school, on the roof!

He could feel the breeze on his feathers, though it didn’t ruffle them. He assumed whatever made him able to pass through solid walls also made it impossible for the wind to touch him. But he didn’t care. For the first time in however many years it had been, Nageki could actually leave the library.

A few days later, however, his discovery had turned into just more punishment. Sure, he could move up and down, but he still couldn’t go anywhere. No matter what he could see from the rooftop, he was cursed to remain on the rooftop. He still couldn’t really leave.

Nageki was already resigned to his fate anyway. He remained in the library, and didn’t do much except sleep for a while. When he could stay awake, he re-read some of his favorite books. Though, even those were beginning to get boring.

Nageki was bored. Nageki was tired.

He had stopped getting excited when the school year began. Sure, it was fun to watch the other birds go about their high school lives, but it only made him ache for his own. And he knew it was foolish to hope that somebody would finally, finally see him, finally speak to him.

Nageki decided to forget about the other birds. He kept to himself even in the library, preferring to haunt the areas with as few birds as possible. He tried to ignore their conversations, but he still caught a few stories about a new math teacher falling asleep while teaching, or rumors about a human being accepted to the school.

If the library became too crowded, he would fly up to the roof and sleep in the sun for a while. He slept a lot more, these days. Sleep, read, sleep, read, sleep. At least it kept him busy.

And then, one day, something interrupted his routine. It was the beginning of a new school year, and he hadn’t seen many birds in the library yet. He was mostly waiting for some books to be returned, as one that he was in the middle of reading had been checked out over the summer by an unknown student.

And suddenly, a girl walked into the library. A human girl.

Nageki couldn’t help but stare at her. He hadn’t seen a human in years. Or ever. He couldn’t remember. They were such strange creatures. He couldn’t imagine a world where they were in charge. Not that he hated humans, he actually liked them, he was just fascinated by their unique characteristics. He’d heard they were very powerful. This human certainly looked powerful.

The human looked at him. No, she looked through him. He knew she couldn’t actually see him.

“Umm... did you want something from me?” She asked.

...or maybe she could?? She was looking right at him, seeming confused. He panicked and looked away. Was she actually talking to him?????

Well, there was only one way to find out. Still looking at the ground, Nageki spoke for the first time in a while.

“Not really...” he said quietly.

The human was quiet for a moment. He knew it, she was talking to somebirdie else, nobody could see him, nobody would talk to him.

“Are you sure?” She spoke again. Nageki couldn’t believe it. He had no idea what to do.

He had noticed while watching the human that she was carrying some books. He decided to switch the conversation back to something he understood better.

“Yes. I don’t want anything with you.” He told the girl. “...it’s the things you’re carrying that I’m interested in.”

Nageki looked at the stack of books, then at the table, then back at the floor. He had no idea what he was doing.

“Oh... sorry.” The girl responded sheepishly. “Ehehe, they were a little too dense and I never finished them. Were you waiting for them all summer?”

Was she teasing him? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t know what to say. So he said nothing. He simply went back to reading his book. Maybe, if he were lucky, she would just leave him alone to return to his routine.

Understandably, considering his streak of bad luck, the human spoke again. “I’m Tosaka Hiyoko. A sophomore. What about you?”

Nageki wasn’t sure what he was at this point. He had been stuck in this library for so long, he had no idea what was happening in the outside world. And despite how much time he had spent alone, he had no idea what had happened to him, either. Why he was stuck here.

“Y-you’re...?” She asked, awkwardly. He realized he had just ignored her question.

If he hadn’t figured out his past while he was stuck here, alone, all those years, maybe he never would. Maybe, just maybe, this was him being given a chance to change his fate. To end his boring routine.

He remembered the first time he had woken up in the library. How he had looked over his student ID with the blackened corners so many times.

“Nageki.” He said finally. “Fujishiro, Nageki. Freshman.”

[rindecision]

Chapter 16: Progress - The Devil of Hawkins Fanfiction

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Hopper pulled back the curtain to his room with a yawn. He saw Steve asleep on the couch with one leg hanging over the edge and out of the throw blanket. El was sitting at the dining table with a bowl of cereal. She noticed that Hopper was looking around, confused, and assumed he was looking for Eddie, so she pointed to a lofted shelf above the recliner, her spoon hanging from her mouth. Hopper looked where she pointed and saw him draped over the shelf. Eddie’s head and torso were the only parts of him entirely on it. His legs and one arm dangled over the edge, and the blanket that was draped over him was threatening to fall. Hopper squinted at the strange sight and got his own bowl of cereal before joining El at the table. “Can that boy do anything normal?” Hopper looked up at Eddie and shook his head.

El chuckled, remembering what she saw last night. “Hop,” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow with his mouth overfilled.

“Is it normal for boys to kiss each other?” she looked at him with innocent curiosity.

Hopper cringed as he swallowed his bite prematurely. He muffled his cough and looked at her in shock. “What?”

“Can boys date each other, like me and Mike?” she rephrased.

“Well, yeah,” Hopper said cautiously, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I wouldn’t call it normal, but yeah, it happens, why?” He squinted at her.

“I woke up in the middle of the night,” she started.

“Again?” he interjected, tapping his spoon against the inside of the bowl.

She nodded. “But when I came out to get a drink, no one was here.”

Hopper looked at her, concerned. I knew I should have cuffed him to something.

“I was worried something happened, so I spied on Steve, and found him and Eddie kissing in the woods.”

Hopper’s eyes widened, and his jaw slacked in shock. That was not something he ever expected to hear. He took a bite of his cereal as he let things sink in. Eddie didn’t surprise him, but Steve? He swallowed, trying to repress an uncomfortable lump in his chest. “And you’re positive that’s what you saw?”

El nodded and began to casually explain what she witnessed. “They were against a tree and Steve had his arms around Eddie’s back, and Eddie was-”

“O- kay!” Hopper exclaimed quietly holding his hand up to stop El. “I believe you.” He shivered, the image now embedded in his mind. He sighed and lowered his voice, “Hey, kid, keep this between us, okay.”

She looked at him confused. “Why?”

He groaned, unsure how to approach the topic. “They were hiding for a reason, they don’t want people to know, so best to not tell anyone.” He glanced over at Eddie, “in fact, don’t even tell them that you know.”

She squinted and tilted her head. “Why would they want to keep it a secret?”

He groaned and looked back at El. “There are a lot of people out there that don’t like it when boys are together the same way you and Mike are, so those that like dating other boys usually keep quiet about it.” He thought for a minute. “Kind of like how you don’t want to use your powers in public.”

“Oh,” she said softly, feeling kind of bad for spying on them in the first place.

“I’m more upset that they snuck out.” He took a bite of his cereal and looked at the two asleep in his living room. His appetite waned.

---

Dustin’s mother cheerily ran up to her front door after hearing a knock. She opened the door with a large welcoming smile. “Good morning, Mr. Munson”

Wayne Munson nodded with a faint smile. “Mornin’ to you Ms. Henderson.”

“Oh, please, call me Claudia.” She chuckled.

Wayne huffed a faint laugh as he followed her inside. “ I will, when you start calling me Wayne.”

She snickered as she walked him into the dining room, Dustin already sitting at it, digging into his breakfast. “Hi Mr. Munson!” he called with his mouth full.

“Dusty,” his mother called back sternly. “What have I told you about talking with your mouth full?”

He swallowed heavily. “Sorry, mom.”

She sighed with a smile and sat at the table near him, Wayne sat across from her, where a place had been set for him. “Thanks again, Ms. Henderson.”

“I feel like it’s the least we can do. I just can’t stand the thought of you returning home all alone after losing your nephew. It has to be so lonely in that new house.”

“Ain’t been easy.” He said, helping himself to the food in front of him.

Claudia sighed and looked at him with pity. “How was your night at the power plant?”

“Nothin’ new, just paying the bills.”

“Are you settling into your new house okay?”

Wayne poked at his food. “It’s nice, much nicer than I ever could’ve gotten on my own. Eddie would have liked it. There’s an extra room in it that would have been his, I use it to store his things for now.” He sighed and shook his head.

Dustin quickly swallowed a bite. “I know he would have loved it.” He smiled and continued eating.

Claudia watched him shoveling food into his mouth. “Dustin, why are you eating so fast? You’ll give yourself a tummy ache.”

“Sorry,” he said with a mouthful. He swallowed hard before he explained, “we’re all going to Mike’s as soon as possible, y’know, so we can get ready for school tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, but eat slower, or you’ll get a cramp on the bike ride there.”

Wayne chuckled airily, it’d been a long time since he’d been around a happy family.

---

Eddie sat on the edge of a picnic table, playing his guitar. Seeing as he tore Steve’s shirt, he kept his vest on to cover the back. He furrowed his brow when he heard his micro amp act up and make unexpected high pitch sounds. “What on earth?” He picked it up and looked at it, thinking it was starting to give out on him. For a tiny amp it had served him well, and he’d never had an amp warp his sounds like that. A loud squeal came from the speaker, making him fumble it while he tried to turn it off. Eddie looked up when he heard a strange earthy cracking, and saw El shifting a boulder out of the ground. He remembered hearing that when El or Henry use their powers, electronics can act up. With a sigh of relief that his amp wasn’t busted, he set it back down and unplugged it from his guitar, returning to playing it without his amp.

He passively watched as El practiced her powers. If he’d seen someone lift a large boulder with their mind a year ago he would have run screaming, but now, with everything that’s happened, it almost felt par for the course. El grunted and slammed the stone into the ground hard enough for the shockwaves to reach Eddie. “Woah,” he exclaimed feeling the subtle quake. “Hey,” he called friendlily after her as she stormed off. She turned to him with a pissed expression. “Sorry,” he raised his hands, worried she’d attack him again. “I just wanted to talk.”

She sighed and calmed her expression. “I am not mad at you.” She sat on the bench by his knees. “I am just frustrated because I cannot practice properly.”

Eddie thought for a minute, and realized that he may know what she was going through. “You have no guidance,” Eddie stated plainly as he slid himself off the table and onto the bench beside her. She looked at him perplexed. He smiled back. “I hit the same wall when I was learning guitar.” He slid the strap over his head and placed the guitar gently on the table behind him. “I got to a point where I was pretty good, better than a lot of people, but I wanted to improve beyond that, I wanted to be the best.” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers in front of him. “No matter what I did I couldn’t improve, because I couldn’t figure out where I was lacking, even though I knew I was lacking.” He looked at her with a smile, “sound about right?”

El nodded with wide eyes.

“Know what I did to improve?”

She shook her head.

He looked at the forest in front of them. “I tried everything I could. I started with tutors, but none of them helped me, they all used the same methods and told me things I already knew. I got so frustrated I almost quit, but then I met someone from out of town. He told me to play a different genre of music. A genre I’m unfamiliar with, maybe even one I hate. I had no clue how that could possibly help me, but I was desperate, so when I got home, I took one of my uncle’s country albums and tried to play along with it. The music was awful, and I hated listening to it,” he laughed, “but it did make me look at things in a new way. There were techniques the guitarists used, that aren’t used in rock, which is what I usually focused on. Do you know what I’m saying?” He looked back at her.

She shook her head, “no.”

He smiled with a small laugh and looked at the cockeyed boulder. “What are you able to do well?”

El thought for a minute. “I can lift things, find people, and put their words into speakers.”

“What do you want to be able to do?”

She looked at him confused, and back to the ground with a contemplative stare.

“I’ll take it you never thought about that?”

She looked at Eddie and shook her head.

 “How about an easier question? What do you need to be able to do?”

Her eyes wandered as she thought, “I need to be stronger than Henry.”

“What does that look like?”

Her face dropped as she shook her head again, “I don’t know.”

Eddie nodded, familiar with the point she was at. “Do you know others that have powers like yourself and Henry?”

She nodded.

“Great,” he smiled, “did any of them have powers that you don’t?”

Her eyes lit up as she thought of Kali, and nodded happily. “My sister, Kali, could make people see things that were not there.”

Eddie didn’t know El had a sister but decided not to ask about it. “Have you ever tried to do the same?”

El shook her head.

“Henry can do that too,” he thought about when Henry changed his appearance and voice, “from what Max said,” he added quickly, “so maybe you can too.”

“You think so?” She smiled.

“Yeah, give it a try," he encouraged.

She glanced away as she considered it. “How?” she asked looking back up at Eddie.

Eddie pursed his lips as he thought. “I don’t really know how your powers work, but what about trying to imagine something in your hand?”

El nodded and held out her hand, she tried to replicate the chromatic butterfly Kali conjured for her. Small wisps in the vague shape of butterfly wings started to form in front of her. She got excited, making the wisps disappear. She focused again and managed to create the shape of a butterfly, it wasn’t flapping or changing color like Kali’s, but it was recognizable as a butterfly. El looked over at Eddie. “Do you see it?”

He looked at her empty hand and shook his head. “Nothing, sorry.”

Her face dropped, and she turned back to her hand, it was fainter but still there. She smiled and looked up at Eddie as something dawned on her. “I couldn’t see all of Kali’s illusions. Maybe I need to get in your mind for you to see it.”

“Woah, hold on,” Eddie said frantically.

El let the illusion drop as she looked at him quizzically.

“If Henry does have a hold on me, I don’t want to risk you entering my mind and him finding you.”

She remembered what happened with Billy. “Right.”

Eddie grinned. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have any test subjects.”

---

“Something’s wrong” Mike paced in front of Dustin, Lucas, and Will on the couch in his basement

“They’re just being more cautious,” Lucas said, watching Mike.

“No, El said something happened, but she wasn’t able to talk about it.” Mike rubbed his face and squeezed himself between Lucas and Will on the couch. They didn’t fit as well as they used to. He rested his head back with a groan.

Will looked at Mike’s profile for a moment. “She said she wasn’t in any danger, you should trust her.”

“I do trust her,” Mike stressed.

“It’s not like it’s the first time Hop told you not to see her,” Dustin added.

Mike sat forward and put his face in his hands. “Yeah, but this is different, what if they got signs that Vecna is going to make his move soon, so they’re putting her on lockdown, or what if they think the military found her.”

“Both of those would mean she’s in danger,” Lucas clarified, “and she said she wasn’t.”

“She’s lied to me before, to keep me from worrying.” Mike let his hands fall to the side. “I wouldn’t put it past her to do it again.”

“I doubt that’s the case,” Will reassured.

“You didn’t know she was lying before, so how would you know now.” Mike snapped.

Will looked at him offended. “What, did you want me to just read her personal letters to you?”

Mike sighed, calming himself before he spoke, “sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I know there was nothing you could’ve done.”

Will rolled his eyes and spoke firmly, “I trust El. She wouldn’t do anything to put us in danger, and she’s smart enough to take care of herself, so even if she is lying, I’m sure she has a reason.”

Mike groaned.

“He’s right,” Dustin joined in. “I trust El, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything to prepare for Vecna’s attack, or at least give us the upper hand”

The other three looked at him. Mike spoke, “do you have something in mind?”

Dustin gave a wide toothy smile.

---

“What’d you need?” Steve walked around the corner of the cabin and stood in front of El.

“Your hand,” El said holding hers out flat.

Steve squinted, confused as he placed his hand palm up in hers. “Alright...”

“Let me know if you see anything,” she said as she focused hard on his hand, trying to conjure the same butterfly from earlier.

Steve watched in awe as a butterfly made of gold shimmer sat motionless in his hand. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed softly. He felt a small sting in his chest as butterflies always made him think of Nancy. She had a pair of gold butterfly earrings, and her locker was covered in stickers of them. He’d always found it cute.

“Do you see it?” She said happily, dropping the illusion.

Steve looked around as it dissipated. “I did.”

“What did it look like?” she let go of his hand.

He looked at his palm and clenched it before putting his thumb in his pocket. “It looked like a butterfly made of gold glitter.”

El smiled, as that’s what she saw as well.

“Is that what you wanted him to see?” Eddie asked as he hooked two fingers in Steve’s pocket and used it to pull him closer, resting his head on Steve’s hip. Steve looked down at him and rolled his eyes but didn’t fight him.

She smiled softly at their affection. “I was aiming for something else, but what Steve saw, I saw too.”

Eddie smiled at her, draping his arms loosely around Steve’s lower leg. “If he sees what you see, then that means you can track your own progress.”

El nodded happily.

“How about you start by trying to refine your personal illusions to fit what you want to display?” Eddie felt a small sense of pride for her. “Once you’re able to create the illusions as you imagine them, then we’ll go back to using Steve as a guinea pig.” He looked up at Steve’s concerned face with a big smile. “You don’t mind, do ya?”

“I don’t really feel like I have a choice in this,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow looking down at Eddie’s grinning face.

“He doesn’t mind,” Eddie answered for him, looking back at El.

El laughed and Steve shook his head in amusement.

---

Nancy pulled out a map of Hawkins from her purse and spread it out on her desk. One by one, she marked the location of each report, mainly focusing on the newer missing persons. She put an X for the residence of who reported it, and a circle for where they were last seen. When she was done she stepped back and saw a pattern. She marked the locations of each recent Creel murder with a dot. Eddie’s trailer park, The road where Fred died, Lover’s Lake, and finally the Creel house itself. She drew a line from each one, leading to the Library courtyard. She stepped back again and saw that most of the circles were near the lines she drew.

It gave her an idea of what was happening, and she didn’t like it.

---

Hopper paced inside the cabin, chain-smoking and taking M&Ms from a bowl on the dining table every time he passed it. He needed to figure out what to do about Eddie and how to help El improve without alerting the military of her location. He remembered Joyce mentioning that Owens was back in town and thought maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, have him check out Eddie, and come up with a plan for El. He didn’t want to just spring it on her, so he decided to talk to El first. He finished off his cigarette with a long drag, tossed it into an ashtray, grabbed a handful of M&Ms, and walked towards the door. Before he even took two steps, the door opened, and El, Eddie, and Steve walked in.

“Great timing,” he said with a mouthful of candy, “sit.” He pointed at the couch and picked up the bowl before sitting in one of the living room armchairs. Eddie set his guitar on the table before cramming himself next to El on the couch, placing her in the center. Eddie leaned over and tilted his head on top of El’s, his hair draping over her face as he reached for Steve’s shoulder. He pulled on Steve, squishing El as she spat Eddie’s hair out of her mouth and swatted it away. She gave him an amused and annoyed glance as she shoved him off of her. Eddie laughed and sat back up, letting go of Steve’s shoulder and sitting properly, fixing his hair. Hopper sighed and set the bowl on the coffee table in front of him. “This is serious,” he said sternly. The three looked at him, uneasy.

Hopper continued to eat M&Ms as he explained, “I think I found a way to get more information on what exactly you are,” he looked at Eddie briefly then to El, “and help you improve.”

The three looked at each other and back to Hopper.

“Owens.” He said plainly.

Eddie and Steve looked at each other confused.

“He is alive?” El asked eagerly.

“Yep, and he’s in town.”

El smiled and sighed with relief.

“Who is Owens?” Eddie asked cautiously.

“I’ve heard that name before,” Steve said, searching his memory to find a connection.

“He was Will’s doctor after he got lost in the Upside Down, he gave El a real identity, and helped her get her powers back. He’s been in this mess since the beginning, even if he’s caused some of it, he usually means well.” Hopper finished off the bowl of M&Ms by tipping the scraps into his mouth. He set the bowl down and looked at Eddie. “If anyone can help us figure out what you are, it’s him.”

El smiled cheerfully at Hopper, “I am happy that Sam is still alive, and I do think he should look at Eddie, but I don’t think I need him to help me anymore.”

Hopper looked at her confused. “Didn’t you want an alternative to ripping trees out of the ground?”

Eddie and Steve turned to El in shock.

“Yes, but Eddie already found one.” She stood and walked up to Hopper holding out her hands, asking for his.

He looked at her in cautious disbelief and placed a hand in hers. She turned his hand over, so it was palm up and focused on making another butterfly appear. This one had a better form but still didn’t move. Hopper’s face dropped in awe as it took shape in his hand. “What on earth?”

“See?” she said happily, letting the image fade away. She pulled a tissue out of a box on the table and wiped her nose.

“That’s crazy, how did you do that?” He lifted his hand and looked it over.

“It was Eddie’s idea.” She smiled as they looked at Eddie, who was seated closer to Steve and smiling awkwardly at them.

Hopper squinted at Eddie, confused why he would want her to make something so girly. “You want her to make... Butterflies?”

Eddie briefly raised his hands. “That was her idea, not mine,” he defended.

“I think it’s cute,” Steve added. Eddie grinned at him, highly amused, and Hopper looked at him in disbelief.

“Honestly, I can’t take too much credit in general,” Eddie continued. “All I did was ask her a few questions, she came up with the idea of illusions and the butterfly thing on her own.”

Hopper looked back at El and took her hands in his. “That’s fantastic, and you think this might be useful against One?”

She gripped his hands and smiled. “I do not know, but I see no harm in trying.”

“This is perfect, I still want Dr. Owens’ opinion on it, but it’s a good start.” He dropped her hands and looked at Eddie, who was now leaning on Steve’s shoulder and Steve was looking away awkwardly, ignoring him. A pit grew in Jim’s stomach at Eddie’s lack of personal space with Steve, he wished he’d never found out about them. Hopper gave Eddie a grateful nod and Eddie gave him a flat smile back. They made him uncomfortable, but he chose to look past it.

Jim’s eyes landed on Eddie’s boots, he noticed them before, but they were 70’s combat boots, the same style that he wore back in the war. He smirked, assuming he got them at a surplus or second-hand store, but his smile dropped when he saw a notch out of the right sole, directly under the big toe. He furrowed his brow suspiciously. “Eddie,” he called with accusation in his voice.

Eddie stiffened at his tone and sat up straight, “yeah?”

“Where did you get those boots?” He nodded at Eddie’s feet.

Shit! Eddie panicked internally for a second. “Uh, my uncle got them for me a few years ago.”

Hopper sighed and looked at Eddie with a disappointed expression. “Do you know how long I’ve been on the force?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Long enough to be able to tell when someone is lying.” Hopper raised his eyebrows knowingly.

Eddie stammered.

“Why do you have my boots?” He asked directly.

El looked at Hopper, confused, and Steve looked at Eddie, worried.

“Uh,” Eddie’s heart raced, unsure of what to say. “They aren’t?” he said uncertainly.

“So,” Hopper stood up and looked at Eddie, “you’re telling me that if I check where I store my old Vietnam gear, my boots will still be there?”

Eddie felt a wave of relief. “Yes,” he said plainly. “I wore these over here, remember?”

“I saw you with a pair of combat boots, yes, but those are suspiciously familiar.” Hopper squinted at him and walked to the hatch on the floor, he lifted it and looked inside. Steve was taken aback by the fact that there was a trap door. Eddie watched him nervously as he pulled out a box labeled ‘Vietnam’. Hopper squinted at the untouched tape and opened it, pausing when he looked inside, his boots were still there, he pulled them out and looked at the toe. The notch was identical to the ones Eddie wore. “How?” He eyed Eddie suspiciously.

“Eddie,” Steve piped in, “didn’t you get yours from the Upside Down?”

Eddie slapped Steve on the back of the head with a shocked and horrified expression. “Really?” he exclaimed. Steve looked at him, startled.

“What?” Hopper sounded angry. He put the boots back in the box and pushed it aside.

Eddie groaned loudly. “Fine!” he growled. “There’s no use lying anyway.” He rubbed his face and shot Steve another quick pissed glance, Steve shrugged in response. With a deep breath, he looked back at Hopper. “I’ve been using this place as a hideout... In the Upside Down," he clarified.

Hopper stood back up and looked at him with borderline fury in his eyes. “So you know where we are?”

“To a T.” Eddie looked away from Hopper’s pissed-off face.

“Do you realize the danger you’ve put us in?” Hopper shouted, and all three flinched, mainly Eddie.

“What was I supposed to do?” Eddie snapped back. “Tell you your plan was a failure?”

“Yes!” he snapped

“Then what? You yell at me for that too? Pardon me for being a little weary after you pulled your gun on me twice and El threatened to kill me!”

El looked away shamefully.

“You know how important this is!” Hopper yelled back.

“No, I know how important it is to you.” Eddie pointed at Hopper and stood. “I easily could have kept quiet, but no, I want to work with you and figure this shit out. I don’t want to end up under Henry’s control, so work with me and give me a little trust.”

Hopper sneered at the back talk, trying not to lose his temper. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly through grit teeth, “How can I trust you when you can’t even tell me that you know where you are?”

“How can I trust you when I already know you’re going to bite my head off at anything I do?” Eddie stared angrily at Hopper, his breath heavy and rapid.

“Uh,” Steve started to stand. “Should you guys calm do-”

“Shut up!” yelled both Hopper and Eddie.

“O- kay...” Steve said quietly, sitting back down.

Hopper turned back to Eddie. “I’ll stop biting your head off when you stop being dumb.”

“Oh, I’m being dumb? And you think keeping me and El here will keep her safe from the military and Henry?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Yes, we face this thing head-on! We prep, gear up, and plan, not hide! Hiding away is only giving Henry more time to heal and build his army.”

“So you want me to just throw Eleven out in the world as she is?”

“No, she trains and gets stronger, the rest of us figure out how we can help her.”

“And you think she can get stronger with these illusions you’re having her make?”

“It’s a power Henry has that she hasn’t explored, so yes.”

Hopper grit his teeth and took a deep breath. He tried his best to speak calmly as he rubbed his temples. “I’ll contact Owens and see when he can come by.” He sighed. “We need a new hideout anyway, so I guess having him know about this place too won’t make much of a difference.”

Eddie nodded and slumped onto the couch, bouncing Steve. “That sounds fine.”

“Look,” Hopper said walking up to Eddie and sitting on the coffee table in front of him, avoiding his guitar. “Ed,” he sighed, “no more secrets, okay?”

Eddie looked at him and nodded. Hopper nodded back and pat him heavily on the shoulder with a half smile and stood. Eddie sat forward as Hopper walked away and placed his head in his hands. The yelling gave him a headache.

“Are you okay Eddie?” El walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Eddie let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I just hate confrontation.” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair.

“You get used to it around Hop,” she laughed.

“Great,” Eddie snorted.

She squeezed his shoulder and looked at him with pity before stepping back and letting Steve take her place. Eddie was startled by Steve kneeling in front of him. With a concerned expression, Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s knee. “You sure you’re alright?”

Eddie smiled and dropped his hands, so he could see Steve better. He felt a weight lift off of him. “Yeah,” he sighed. He subtly bit his lip staring into Steve’s large brown eyes. He wanted to drop down to the ground in front of him and hug him, but that felt too intimate.

El smiled and joined Hopper in the kitchen. He was already halfway into a beer. “He’s right you know,” she said calmly.

“I know,” Hopper said setting the beer down heavily. He leaned against the counter and stared at nothing. “I know I’m being overprotective, but I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“By keeping me here, you risk a lot more than me.”

“I know that,” Hopper growled, finishing off his beer. He crushed it in his hand and tossed it violently at the trashcan. He looked over at the boys. Steve had moved next to Eddie on the couch. He grit his teeth watching them.

---

“You did?” Nancy held a receiver between her ear and shoulder as she took notes. “And what did they say?” She nodded and continued to write, “I see, I’m sorry to hear that,” she paused to listen. “You too, thank you for your time.” She hung up the phone and sighed.

“How’s it going, Nancy Drew?” Chuck called as he walked up. “Finding any clues to follow?”

Nancy sighed to brace herself. “Actually, yes. I am.” She looked up at his ugly smug face.

“Oh, ho. She’s on the case!” He snorted. “And what kind of leads have you been following?”

“Since when are you interested in what I do?” She said bluntly.

“You have a point,” he smirked, “but, now I’m interested.”

She sighed, “fine,” and picked up the notepad. “Most of the leads I have been given, would be more suited to the police station, so I was calling around and basically all of them called the police first, but either nothing came of it or they were waved off.”

Chuck snorted. “Oh yes, the story of the incompetent police force.”

“You don’t find that odd?” she stressed.

“With the state of this town, no I don’t,” he said flatly. “We always get runoff leads from the police, with more calls going into the police, we also get more runoff, so no, I don’t find it odd in the slightest.”

Nancy didn’t want to share her other theories with him, so she set the notebook down and looked up at him with pursed lips.

“Go ahead and keep following dead leads, but if I don’t have anything from you by the end of the month, you’ll be fired for a second time. But with school starting up tomorrow, I don’t have high hopes for you.” He gave her one last glance and returned to his office.

She closed her eyes and reminded herself why she took this position in the first place. To find any insight to help in their fight with Vecna. The paper will be one of the first places to hear about anything strange going on. From what she’s found so far, something strange is already starting. She lifted the notebook and turned the map back over, shaking her head at the marks. She flipped to a new page in her notebook, picked up the phone, and called a lead she got this morning about multiple missing persons. She dialed and waited as it rang.

A tired receptionist answered the phone, “Hawkins morgue.”

Nancy contorted her face in confusion, The morgue? “This is Nancy Wheeler with the Hawkins Post, I’m following up on a report of missing people.”

The receptionist gave an amused huff, “I’ll get Gary.”

Nancy heard the receptionist cover the receiver and shout for the coroner.

After a few seconds, a new voice called over the phone, “hello?” 

Nancy reintroduced herself.

“I don’t know if you’d call it missing persons, per se, but bodies have been disappearing from the fridges.”

Nancy’s jaw dropped, how could a lead like this end up on her desk? It must have been a miscommunication. “When did this start?”

“I noticed it when I came in yesterday, and a couple more were gone this morning.”

Her heart raced at this opportunity. “Would you mind if I came over to take a look around and get more information?”

“That’s fine, feel free to stop by whenever. I’m fairly busy recently, but I’d like to stop losing people, and maybe if word gets out in the paper, the police will actually do something about it. If Chief Hopper was still with us, I know he’d be on this in a second.”

“About that, did anything seem off when you called the Police?”

“Now that you mention it, yeah. There was a new receptionist. Usually, it’s Flo who answers, but this time it was some man I’d never heard before. He said he’d pass on the information, but wouldn’t let me talk to anyone specifically.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been hearing too,” Nancy agreed. “I’ll be by later today.”

“I look forward to it.”

She said bye and hung up the phone briefly before picking it back up and calling the Byers’. “Is Jonathan in?”

[fumikomiyasaki]

💗 Forte and Greg, 💘 James and Carol or 💋 with Emma and Kyosuke

Acts of Affection ask

💗 - our muses are wrestling playfully and yours suddenly kisses mine

After both had their singing recordings, Gregory used the after school time to kidnap Forte into her room, cause his Is always a big mess. Mainly it started as comfy cuddling but he felt a bit more playfull... so he pinned her down to the bed.

"Why don't ya try to escape?"

"Oh you want me to? Well I can try."

She tried to find against his wrist but it only worked as he lightly took away grip himself... and so she landed swiftly on top of him... him smirking at her cheeky...

"Want me to take ya down again?"

" *chuckling* But I am so comfy here..."

As she joked he quickly pulled her into and embrace and pushed her to the bed into a kiss... tongues clashing against each other... as they separated with Saliva coming out...

"I hope ya have some time to spare... cause I won't let ya go away easy after this..."

"I am not going anywhere..."

He pulled her back into his arms kissing her softly.

💘 - our muses have been friends for quite a while, and yours suddenly realized they have deeper feelings for mine

(Given I wrote confessions a lot, I really just will focus on the moment when she actually fell for him)

At an RSA firework celebration she sat down and given James was next to her to busy looking at it she got lost in thoughts when she first met him. She only had bad impressions about RSA but he was the first to change her mind... helping her grow stronger and protecting her from people who tried to make her uncomfortable... AR first she really just saw him as a close companion to someone she loves to spend time with... however as she looked at him in this light things were lightly different... he did really remind her on some of those figures in her books she swooned about... not cause he was a night... but because of how he cared... She was just a friend of his boss and still he did often go out of his way to help her... this was where she realized her heart was beating and her face grew very red... as he looked at her in worry.

"Are you alright, do you have a fever, Carol?"

"I-i am fine... very fine... hehe he...."

God this was emberassing... however her curiosity was a bit big at this point and so she blurted things out...

"Hey James... um.. what do you think about me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious is all... I umm... try to get better at tutoring and want to know if I give the vibes I want others to feel..."

This was where she noticed his face was also a bit red... no he didn't... he probably is also just emberassed by the question... she denied the thought and listened...

"Well you are kind, pretty, caring, its easy to approach you and reliable also describes you... is that enough..."

She smiled back at him a bit blushing...

"For now that is enough for me, thank you."

She looked back at the fireworks... sitting next to him... she could sort out her feelings later... all she did know is that she got a crush on him but for now...it would be best to just enjoy this moment.

----

💋 - my muse covers yours in lipstick kisses

Kyosuke didn't know how he got into this situation but as he wanted to visit Emma she quickly dragged him in by the tie he was wearing and pushed him onto the bed... causing him to grow red quickly...

"E-Emma...wh-"

"Shh... just relax... I want to thank you a little for the last text you wrote... it made me feel so happy so for now, let me spoil you a little."

With a kiss on his lips she shut him up, softly biting his lips and withdrawing her head to unbutton his shirt and kiss him all over where she could reach his skin...

"Emma... please..."

"Tell me if you feel unwell and I stop."

"No please continue but..."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her back...

"Let me help you a little when I can..."

Her smile was bright as she took his face into her hand and caressed it.....

"I am glad to have a sweetheart like you... now come here."

She pulled his face back to hers and in the end he was just full of lipsticks when he got out... his hair also chaotically ruffled.

[alicevirgo]

3.31.2023 20.46

I'm playing straight off the chill mix because I can't be shaking like a chihuahua with all this rage within me. I need to journal a message for a mod because Diana is coming back without even trying.

Last night Carol talked to the owner of the discord about Diana. Carol and I have been talking a lot about our personal tiffs with Diana which are so similar to the point it sounds like one story. I didn't peer too much into what Carol said exactly because I was exhausted with how Diana has made it this far repeating the same mistakes.

21.35

Basically an hour passed and I hadn't written jack-shit since I started. I was still talking to Carol and Otto about Diana, unraveling new puzzle pieces to write this stupid message to the mod. Going back to the situation,

Carol told me the owner is on edge with Diana because they haven't noticed the issues until it was pointed out after months of not noticing. Carol was also once Diana's best friend, the same position I was in not that long ago. Carol and I noticed that if Diana gets hurt, she immediately gets quiet and AWOL you. I think Carol mentioned something small about Diana and Diana dipped out of their friendship so quick. But pretty much Carol mentioned to the owner how uncomfortable they are with Diana as a mod because she begged for days to be a mod and did mod stuff without mentioning it to other mods. Diana has proven that she reacts with her emotions and doesn't think them through.

Today, Otto texted me "I ain't believe you before that Diana gets defensive, but now I'm seeing you was right:skull:" I instigated but was casual with it, "lmpa what happened this time" and now it resulted in me coming here with rage. Diana was talking about running kids over in Roblox and Otto jokingly called her a bully. She messaged back normally, but normally in a way it's normal for her and everyone knows her, super defensive and balls to the wall. As I'm talking to Carol about the Otto's situation, Carol mentions how a lot can happen in 15 minutes for Diana because she's that intense with her feelings. After Diana needed to defend herself and try her hardest to fight the bully title off on her nametag, she subtweeted "this is me who ur hurting" bullshit after 15 minutes, hence anything can happen to Diana between 15 minutes of the tweet and situation.

So yeah, I should really start writing my message to the owner before I go on and on about Diana and my tiffs with her.

Hey owner, thank you again for being here for me when I got issues with things here and there in the server. I've been meaning to talk to you about Diana for a while but have been hesitant to do so because I didn't want to approach you with a lot of emotions and quickness. But it has come to my attention that not only the reason I left wasn't just Diana as a person, but Diana as a mod.

I don't trust her and after how she treated me in person, that made me leave all the great people in the server. I call her the flea of the group when explaining how I feel about her because she's just annoying in ways she makes everything about her and personal. She has an issue with taking things very personally and thinks anything is targeted toward her. After Diana has shown me that she doesn't like me, being in a server that she is mod in made me feel like I didn't belong, that it would be easier for me to leave than to stay in somewhere I'm not welcomed in. I had fleeting but small fears of her kicking me out of the server. I know that seems extreme and I see where I am making it dramatic, but I can also see the possibility with it. I believe that this isn't how a mod should act when dealing with other people's tiffs with the server.

After Diana pushed me out our friendship, I found out that she begged for the mod role and made a school shooting joke at the Joe West. While I was active, she posted a picture of a penis in the general chat even though NSFW chat has a no photo rule. She unbanned her boyfriend without telling anyone. She as well picks on Alan's outfit and openly bullies a girl from her high school (once while I was active, once before I became active). She is aware that she picks on Patrick, yet she continues to shortly after.

What tipped me over the edge to tell you this is that even after I left and made sure that Diana won't be in my life anymore, people are coming to me saying that Diana is really defensive or just repeating their personal stories that are similar to my story. This creates a hostile environment because friends, especially online, throw jokes, and she can't take a joke.

I as well don't understand why she is in the server when she's the "right age" for college while most of us are adults. I thought I could look past her age but really she needs friends her own age if she thinks the way she acts is normal. I'm not pushing to kick her out of the server, but it's something that irked me because I want to go hang with friends without worrying about getting caught with substances around her.

I asked Carol for screenshots of a conversation that happened on 3.31 Diana got defensive towards Otto because he jokingly called her a bully. She was very adamant that she isn't a bully. Alan took a sentence of an AI's opinion and tied it with "this means nothing to Diana" which I think is true because she's more focused on saving her face and acting on emotions than seeing that her friends just throwing soft punches. To hear that Diana is getting defensive towards Otto and Carol, two of the most sweetest people I know who thinks a lot about other people's feelings, really hurts me because they don't deserve Diana's whining.

Again, thank you for being open to me when I had tiffs within the server. I didn't imagine writing this much, but I felt like it was needed to say. I thought I was irrational and dumb to leave a server with great people, but it has been clear that Diana has been not only affecting me but the relationships around her. I know I am biased to say that I don't want her mod because I want to come back knowing I'm safe from her as a mod, but from my perspective, she doesn't add much to the mod responsibilities but more so hinders it.

Okay, its 23.26 and the playlist went back to Sylo - Ginny. The fact that I started the playlist with that song and it's playing again tells me that I've done enough damage to everyone involved in this post. I lied that I would work on late assignments last time and I really need to start tonight (thank god I'm holding myself back from going out tonight[because you're going out the next two nights alice stfu]).