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thefreakandthehair · 3 days

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top of the hill

@steddiemicrofic | written for ‘top’ | wc: 510 | rating: teen & up | tags: steve pov, steve harrington has a crush on eddie munson, first date, drive-in movies, hand-holding, pure fluff

As the sun sets beneath the horizon, shades of pink and blue giving way to orange and gold like a melting water color between tree branches on either side of his car, Steve fiddles with the knobs on the stereo. Static fills the space between himself and Eddie, nothing broken words and inaudible noises. Bright animations down on the large projector screen encourages them to buy a soft drink or a—

“— thick, juicy hot dog!”

Eddie snorts to himself, covering his mouth with a piece of hair.

“Great timing,” Steve mutters, grinning to himself and leaning back into his seat.

It’d been his idea, coming to the drive-in with Eddie, but that’s as far as he’d gotten in his plans. Truly, Eddie agreeing to come with him was further than he’d imagined he’d get but now he’s here, in the suffocating closeness of his BMW’s front seat at the top of the hill, and he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.

The past year has been a slew of pizza nights at Eddie’s new trailer, smoking on the hood of his van, slowly convincing Eddie that baseball isn’t that terrible and being slowly convinced that maybe metal isn’t that terrible either.

How could it be? Eddie’s eyes light up every time he plays Dio, and nothing that makes him smile like that could possibly be bad.

Anyway, Steve didn’t ask Eddie to come see Grease with him at the drive-in as a strictly friendly activity, and he’s at a loss for how to bridge that gap.

“Got the goods,” Eddie says, producing two immaculately rolled joints with a grin and wiggle of his eyebrows and tearing Steve out of his own thoughts.

If Steve didn’t know any better, he’d think it’s that same Dio-Smile.

“Me too,” Steve retorts.

He twists around and grabs a plastic bag from the grocery store laden with what he’s learned are Eddie’s favorites: Blue Razz Poprocks and Nerds, a couple of Moon Pies sitting on top to avoid getting squished. Eddie digs into the bag and grabs the Nerds first, chomping away as the familiar sound of Frankie Valli’s voice signals the start of the movie.

Steve’s seen Grease more times than he cares to admit— maybe because of Kenickie, maybe because of Sandy, he’s not sure anymore— so he can follow along mindlessly. Thank God for that, because Eddie seems to get closer and closer as the movie continues, his shoulder brushing against Steve’s with every raise of his hand to pop more snacks into his mouth, and he can’t think about anything else.

He wants to close the distance, do something stupid like hold his hand and somehow, it feels scarier than Vecna or Demodogs ever did. But he’s Steve Harrington so sure, lacing his fingers through Eddie’s and squeezing intentionally for the first time is terrifying, but being afraid has never stopped him before.

Seconds pass and he holds his breath as the projector dims to the tune of Blue Moon, exhaling with a growing smile when Eddie squeezes back.

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tired-biscuit · 3 days

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yuuji’s eyes. that is all. need to stare into his eyes as he cums down my throat

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

i think he’s such a loverboy and is so open about his feelings that he doesn’t mind eye contact at all.

sometimes it’s cute and innocent. like when he looks at you across the table whenever you go out to have dinner because you both felt like dressing up a little that night and enjoying a meal neither of you knows how to cook at home.

he’s still chewing when he tells you how pretty you look in your dress, trying to tone down the rosy blush that’s coating the apples of his cheeks, and you want to punch him in the shoulder and tell him to quit lying even if you just know that he isn’t doing so. after all, every time he looks at you his pupils expand like the goddamn dinner plates you’re eating off of. he’s so in love and his eyes tell you that — it can’t possibly be a ruse.

or when he looks at you with a comforting smile before he brings you in for a hug whenever you’re sad and need to be consoled. he can be a bad listener sometimes, he admits it, but this mere quirk of his lips that causes his eyes to wrinkle slightly at the corners just has the power to immediately make you feel at least a little bit better no matter how bad the situation at hand is.

he looks at you like he sees you, you know? all of you. and what is that if not comfort?

but other times it can be… a bit more twisted, too. like when he’s eating you out for example.

you’re writhing atop the crumpled bed sheets while he goes down on you, back trying to lift from the mattress in a perfect lust-stricken arch, and he just looks up at you. stares right into your very soul, where everything is so tender and vulnerable, with this dazed, pussy drunk gaze that has you feeling hot all over and has you clenching with climax the second his fingers hit that equally as tender and vulnerable spot that’s hiding deep inside you and his tongue eagerly presses against your clit.

or whenever you’re sitting on his lap, riding him. he’s lazily sucking on your nipple while your bodies work that slow rhythm that’s got you both feeling so fucking good; pink cupid’s bow quivering with pleasure around it as he looks up at you from underneath his pretty lashes. his brow is slick with sweat, and it furrows deeply whenever you lift your hips up and slam them down just as deep, taking him as much of his thick length as you possibly can.

he loves this position. secretly loves being used like some kind of boy toy even if he’s well aware that he means much more to you than that. you can feel his cock twitch with excitement whenever the eye contact is made during sex even if he can barely keep his lids from squeezing shut because of how close to cumming he is. his mouth opens as he pulls back to pant and catch his breath to try and stop himself from rutting into you like an animal in heat, a thin string of glimmering saliva still connecting him to you, and it’s like there are literal hearts appearing in the spot where his pupils should be.

he just becomes so stupid and horny and obsessed with you whenever your panties come off… and whenever they don’t, too. this obsession, this love that he harbours for you — it shows itself in his eyes. always.

and he’s so direct with it and brave about it. he’s looked you in the eyes the first time he’s introduced himself to you with that sheepish grin and awkward hello. the first time he’s gathered the courage to ask you out. the first time you’ve slept together. when he said his first i love you, hell, he’ll probably do it even when he says his last.

and speaking of eyes; yuuji’s are so warm. so kind and friendly, charming and full of love — just like he is. sweet honey swirls inside them whenever he smiles and laughs that laugh that makes your tummy tighten with butterflies that just want to drown in the sugary nectar. they make him look like a puppy that you just want to squeeze and hug and kiss until the end of times. they truly are like a window to his soul and heart.

he just… he can make you feel like you’re his dreamgirl whenever he looks at you.

and it’s because you are.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuji x reader #yuji smut #jjk x reader #biscuit drabbles

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nathaslosthershit · 9 hours

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A Big Decision (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)

(Part 8 of Teen Dad!OP au [Can be read on its own])

Summary: It is time to pop the big question

The twins had finally gone down for a nap after spending so long fighting it. The kids, at age three, have started to fight them more and more, leading their parents to start discussing if it's time for naps to stop. Honey, being a stay at home mom, had needed the nap time as much as her kids had in the past, giving her time to catch up on chores or just rest for a little, so she was really trying to get as much time as she could with it. But maybe it truly was over.

She was surprised to see Oscar pacing in their living room once she went back downstairs.

“Well, aren't you home early?” She says as Oscar immediately wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her neck and kissing it.

“Missed you all, did what they needed from me extra fast so I could get home earlier. Thought we could maybe go out tonight?”

“Oscar, it's a friday night. Do you know how impossible getting a babysitter would be? The kids also take a while to warm up to babysitters, I don’t think it's a good idea.”

“Good thing I thought ahead then. Lando had a free night and has been begging to see them after the last ‘betrayal’ when they wore Sargeant hats. Even better, he said he would do it for free if it meant working towards being the favorite.”

“Oscar, you can’t get your coworkers to babysit your twin toddlers for free by dangling favoritism in their faces.”

“It was his idea! I am just capitalizing off of it. I got us a nice reservation too, we just need to let him now in the next…” Oscar checks his wrist where his watch usually rests but finds it missing, “uh now. So I need an answer quickly, are we going to stay home and eat the same leftovers we have had for the past two days, or are we going to make Lando Norris the happiest man alive by letting him watch our kids for free while we have an amazingly romantic dinner?” Oscar quickly asks as he takes his ex-fiancee, now girlfriend, in his arms.

“Fine, let's go out, we could use the night off. Let Lando know I appreciate him watching them for us.”

“Perfect, why don’t you go out, do something nice for yourself, I'll take over with the kids. We still have time before dinner tonight.” Oscar suggested in a strange tone as he kissed all surface area of her face.

“What is up with you today? I don’t mind it but you are so much more touchy.” She laughed.

“Don’t worry bout a thing.” Was all he replied as he walked away. “Tonight will be the best yet, I promise.”

That’s when it struck her, why he was being so weird. Surely, he was going to propose.

After the huge fight in Suzuka, she had called the engagement off, causing them to ignore each other’s existence unless it came to the kids, for seven weeks. Since they had gotten back together, life had been blissful. Sure, it was most likely the ‘honeymoon’ phase of their relationship, but even so, they had been so ready to marry each other before things started going downhill. Maybe days after they got back together isn’t the right time to get engaged, but they had been to hell and back together since they got pregnant at 18 years old, they were it for each other, always would be.

Oscar taking off of racing had also been a blessing. It had been hard for him, certainly. But he had needed to learn how to put his family first again, a priority that got harder to keep up with since joining Formula 1.

As she sat in the nail salon chair, getting what were hopefully her engagement nails done, she thought back to how far they’d come.

Arriving home with her nails done, and after getting the most amazing massage, Honey was giddy as she greeted her, hopefully, soon to be fiancé. After an hour and a half of filling her head with wedding plans and thinking about their future when she would finally get to be Mrs. Piastri after 7 years, she was more excited then she was the first time he proposed.

This excitement continued from the moment she stepped into the shower, till the moment she sat in her seat at the restaurant. Oscar had hired a driver for the night, saying it was a night all for them, no need to be careful of how many drinks they were going to have, he had also told her he had plans to take them to the beach after where they could finish the night with a picnic by the water and stay as late as they liked.

There was one thing that was off about him though, while she had expected nerves, she had also expected excitement from him and soon noticed the more giggly she was, the more upset he seemed to be. Maybe he realized she had caught on?

She finally asked what was up after he spilt his drink.

“Seriously Osc, what is wrong with you? You claim this is such a nice night for just the two of us but you are a mess right now!”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m like th-”

“Bullshit. I thought I made it clear how awful of a liar you are Oscar Jack Piastri, just tell me. Please?”

Silence filled the air as he stared at her, words failing.

“I will get up if you don’t-”

“I had a meeting with higher ups at McLaren earlier today and was told if I don’t come back then I am out of the contract and I agreed to come back for the Spanish Grand Prix!” Oscar blurted out.

Again, a heavy silence landed on the couple, both of them daring the other one to speak first.

Then, without a single word, Honey got up from the table and walked to the car leaving Oscar at the table, tears starting to fall.

Part 2 coming tomorrow!

#oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x reader

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sefinaa · 2 days

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❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞; 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.❞

A message from your inner child

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Pile I

Knight of cups

Dear myself,

Sometimes, I wonder why you allow other people to step on us. I know you have this dream to be the best and to have all the riches in the world. But how can you have those riches if you are a doormat? Do you remember when you told me once that we would travel the world and find all that we could see? Sometimes we would act like pirates so we could find those riches. But we never did it. Instead, we allowed others to step on us and steal our gold. Do you think it’s still worth it for that to happen? I don't want to keep doing this and seeing you hurt each time. I do not deserve it, and you are aware of this, so why keep doing it to yourself? Can we just stop it already and find what we are looking for? Let's make a map again and find our treasure. The treasure you have to find is through healing this time. It’s going to be a long journey, but I think it’s worth the hunt! Maybe you will get lost and feel scared at times, but that’s what a journey is all about, right? To defeat the sea creatures and the stormy nights, to find the gold and the ladies, or maybe a fun time this time.. (I hear your inner child laughing at this stereotypical joke), and to find the best souvenirs and companionship like a parrot! Or maybe this time we have some really good friends that value us.. Because I'm genuinely tired now. So please, if you cannot do it for yourself, please do it for me and let go of these people. Let's find our people for once, because I'm tired.

Thank you, myself!!!

Seeeeeee you soon! (And I see them smiling so brightly that the sun would be jealous).

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Pile II

Reversed nine of wands, and ten of wands

Hi hi hiiiiii,

How are you today? I hope you’re okay.. But I know you’re sad today. Mommy hurt us again, right? Or maybe it was daddy, I am not sure anymore; they’re always hurting us either way, so maybe it doesn't matter. Sometimes we think we don't have any power in this world, but we do. I am so tired of life sometimes, but those are your thoughts, aren’t they? I am not tired of life because I have you in my life. Actually, I am blessed to have someone so strong by my side. It makes me so happy to know that despite the hardship we face, we keep going because we believe there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. But guess what! There is, and I know that everything seems rocky right now. Because I am with you, right around the corner.. Pssst, I am in your heart, protecting you as much as I can. But sometimes it’s hard to keep carrying the boulder over my shoulder, so maybe instead you could protect me? For once, start to protect yourself when others hurt us. We can’t always allow others to hurt us; we have to defend ourselves. And while it may be difficult, if we truly believe in ourselves (channeling a determined face with your inner child), we will be able to beat them! (I see your inner child roaring and acting like they’re going into a war riding a horse, and they’re a commander in a kid's body). But seriously.. we could do it if we wanted to. So dear me.. Keep going forward, keep striving forward, so when we get to that light, we get to see the people who hurt us, crawl, and beg to allow them into our world. But do not let them in because this is our reward for fighting so hard, and I do not want them there, kay?

We have to be our own warriors, or else we will get stepped over, and I really, really, reallllllyyyyyyy can’t have that, and you know that I can't. We are deserving of the best in the whole wide west, or is it east? Actually, wait, forget that. Let’s just take all the sides like the avatar and defeat them all, because I really want to see you when you make it to the light with a smile on your face!

Bye!

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Pile III

Reversed ten of pentacles, seven of swords, and reversed ace of wands.

I heard a big sigh from them.

Hello. So we meet again, huh? How many fucking pick a card piles are you going to pick only to ignore those messages because it’s not what you want? Why do you have a stick up your ass? You keep making the same mistakes, and I am so tired of it! (I hear them yelling loudly). Each time there is a problem coming to us, you run away, not because you’re scared but because you don't want to deal with the consequences. You can’t keep being a dick to someone and expect them not to retaliate. You know people nowadays aren’t stupid, so we can’t keep manipulating someone; people will find out the truth eventually. So stop being a dumbass and heal your trauma. And you can say, ‘’hey! Why are you being so mean to me, or she’s being harsh.’’ But at the end of the day, we aren’t a cookie either. We aren’t good people, you know. I don't like your behavior one bit. If you keep acting like a player, we will become fucking bankrupt, and no (more yelling and it’s getting louder), not with money, dumbwit! With people, for god’s sake, with people! I keep telling you not to make a bad choice because it’s gonna fuck you up, but do you listen? NO. START LISTENING TO ME. I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU!

(more sighing, and I hear them screaming to release their anger).

Look, I'm really trying with you. I am not sure how to get it through your thick skull, but you need to stop acting and playing with other people's emotions. You have to LET GO and be kind to other people with sincerity. Yeah, I know we are fucked in the head; I get it. After all, I am you, but we haven't gained anything from this. Our life has been the same. It’s like reliving the same life, and I'm so sick of it. Let’s just move forward for once and deal with the consequences. You have the green light now, so here is your sign. You like melons, right? Get something with melon flavor, eat it, and tell yourself, "Fuck it, I am going to be myself, and that is all." Don't look back and just fucking do it already. Let me see OURSELVES happy for once.

Thanks,

Your inner child. (They are giving you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up).

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Pile IV

Queen of wands, the magician, (reversed) nine of swords, and the world.

When I look at the stars, I get very excited. I get to see all the little stars out in our world; maybe everyone sees them too.. Or they're too busy with their electronics.. I'm not sure.. But when I look at them, I become really excited, and I feel like the world isn't out to get me anymore. Sometimes.. all the time.. all the time. You're always on your phone, and you won't do anything for us or for me. You won't go hiking or camping like you used to. You won't read, you won't write, and you won't play fun games to reconnect with me anymore. You're always lost on your phone scrolling through Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook; I'm getting really tired of it. Please stop being so absorbed in the electronic world and become engrossed with me. I miss you, I miss you, and I miss when we did fun things for ourselves and truly valued ourselves. I can't deal with you hurting me and not using your passions to find happiness in this dreadful world. It makes me sad that I am not your top priority anymore.. Why do you pick that phone over me? Why do you focus on other people instead of me? Why don't you—why can’t you just be (your pronoun) again? Please, please, please—all the pleases in the world. I will even wish on a shooting star!

Just be back in the present moment, and please, please.. Just be with me instead. Okay? I need you to focus on us again, and I need you to see the world again and explore. I can't have you hurt me again doing the things YOU don't even like; it's not worth it. Let's go have fun and explore all we can in the world before our time is up. Do you really want to be on your deathbed regretting the hardships and not transforming them into good opportunities for growth and change in our lives? Or would you rather be genuinely okay with doing absolutely nothing, using that phone, and lazing around in bed? Because right now, it sounds okay to you.. But when we get older, we are going to regret it, and I don't want you to do it anymore, okay? I really, really need you to stop.

Thanks,

Your (name)’s inner child

(Your pile is very rocky. I struggled to channel your energy and kept questioning my deck. And I was struggling to be myself throughout writing your pile. Which means you doubt yourself way too much and put on masks from left to right. Of course, I cannot tell you to stop since it takes time to heal from that, but from my experiences, I have learned some things. People don’t like you based on how fun you are; they like you for your presence. Your presence is lost atm, instead of going further in that direction, learn from your past and what you have to heal with. Right now, you need to heal by loving your authentic self and removing doubts from your mind. Remember, everyone is completely different from one another, and choosing yourself is ideal rather than allowing yourself to be lost as you keep wearing different masks. It’s completely okay to be anxious during social situations, but try to remind yourself that being yourself is okay. Making mistakes is part of growth, and rejection is redirection. When you get rejected, that situation or person isn’t meant to be in your life, and a beautiful opportunity will come along. It has to because it wouldn't make sense if it didn’t).

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Pile V

(Reversed) eight of pentacles, ten of pentacles, and (reversed) ten of wands.

Right off the bat, all I hear is, ‘’why do you ignore me so much for those who fuck with us like a chew toy?”

Hi, hello, hellooo?? Is anyone there? Oh, for fuck sake, as expected, because you always ignore me and don't hear me out. You think other people who treat us fucking badly are good for us, but they aren’t. They aren't worth our time, and yet you keep letting them run you over like you are nothing. Do you honestly think that’s okay? It shouldn't be allowed, because I am not having it. And you shouldn't either. (a lot of sassy and angry energy right now). I have seen you go from the sweetest angel in the entire fucking world to a complete jackass in seconds (exaggeration), because of what exactly? Peer pressure and influence. When did we come to the point and be like, ‘’yeah, this is a good idea? I should FOLLOW ALONG OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE AND NOT OUR OWN? Who said that was a good idea? No one. ’’Fucking hell, you're probably ignoring this, leaving not to see this because it’s too harsh for your ego, or getting mad. Stop that, and just accept the truth. I need you, yeah, you. I need you to listen to me for once and go back to being the real you instead of wearing all of these masks because of peer pressure. I know it’s hard; believe me, I know I am you AFTER ALL, but can't you just imagine I am there with you? And you and I are playing ball; we are playing something that we used to like—can you just imagine that?—and you are taking care of yourself and me because, after all, I am you. Just imagine WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE FOR YOU TO—HEY LISTEN. Thank you. As I was saying, can you just imagine leaving those people who don't serve you well and focusing on us? I know being alone is scary; I get that, but for our growth to heal, we need to let go of those bastards, because how can you heal with toxicity in your face 24/7? And don't fucking smoke and ruin your body. Stop the drugs; it’s not worth it. Yeah, stop thinking about cigarettes like it's a cool aesthetic; you want to fuck your body for that pressure and regret it with tears in your eyes later in life—a fucked and damaged body because of peer pressure? I am not fucking having it. Screw those people that hurt you, screw everything that is fucking with you, and for once, listen to me through this message and heal me so you can feel SAFE ONCE MORE.

(There was a lot of sassy, unappreciated, frustrated, and angry energy. A lot of you are ignoring how you feel and pushing them aside with an alcoholic beverage or in an empty bottle (visualization). A lot of you seem to have forgotten who you once were due to pressure from those around you. Since letting go and cutting ties with those who keep us company can be challenging, I recommend that you learn to enjoy your own presence and figure out what your boundaries and morals are as your own person. Not other people. And, also, learn to appreciate what makes you who you are. So, it's okay to have flaws, but it's important to take accountability for those flaws. For example, y manipulated their friend because they wanted something. Now, it is y's responsibility to apologize to their friend and accept what they did. And then used that past experience for their future when it comes to wanting something without being irrational. And y should also accept what they did and understand who they want to be while forgiving themselves in the process instead of hurting themselves. Because I believe we should heal ourselves and apologize to ourselves for the wrongdoing we do, even if we cannot earn someone's forgiveness. Having peace and respect for ourselves, even for the mistakes we made, is okay, because how can you heal if you keep sabotaging yourself for hurting or causing a mistake? There would be no healing from that).

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Pile VI

Seven of wands and (reversed) two of pentacles.

My love!! Hi!!! How are you today?! I hope you are okay. I’m struggling right now, though! :(.

Right now, we are lost in who we are. We went through so much pain and stress, and our justice isn’t coming to us, and we are becoming obsessed with the thought, ‘’when is it coming?’’ and I know the obsession is the only thing keeping you safe, but I need you to realize you’re stressing us out. It’s affecting us, not them. Life is a test, but life is there to help and guide us. We need to be patient for our justice to come, and I know it’s hard, I know. But we need to take care of ourselves for the time being. Can we listen to our comfort songs again? I’m really missing her voice right now. Can we talk to our loved ones again like old times? I don't want to keep pushing them away because I’m hurting. We don't deserve to hurt our friends who care for us; we will regret it. It’s not worth hurting those who care for us. I think it’s important that we prioritize ourselves for the time being, as life gives us the justice we deserve and for the people that hurt us.. Well, I’m sure life will be on our side this time.

And if things become harder, then talk to me through a mediation video. I want to be there to support and love you. I know I’m the kid version of you, and sometimes you think children aren’t intelligent (because of the feminine figure in our lives and their fucked up views), but I promise you, I am very intelligent to help you! I know the struggle you are facing, and you aren’t alone because I am here with you. Right by your side, till death do us part, and you can think of me as your companionship, but can I be a small pig? I love pigs a lot! You can imagine carrying a small pig or a stuffed animal version of the pig—of me! This sounds so exciting (giggles). Off topic now; I have to go back to the topic! (The energy is scattered, so you may be overthinking a lot). I want you to even do ‘’higher self meditation’ and speak with them. They know more than us, and they will be there to guide us—after all, it’s our future selves, right? So why would they harm us? It makes no sense. And please stop overthinking everything; nothing bad can happen to us because we deserve the best! I hope one day you can see that too, and when we get our justice, because we will, I hope that we can finally smile like old times when we ate at the beach with daddy.. I hope we can do that again, but at his grave.. this time.

(I see them smiling softly and hugging an imaginary version of you. Then they wave goodbye to you and disappear, but a beautiful yellow light surrounds the atmosphere, giving me sunshine and happy vibes).

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Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 2

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Warnings- Swearing, blood, canon spoilers

Vampires exist. So don’t werewolves and witches, the supernatural. This is what Elena had told me on the way back to Mystic Falls after our adventure with the 3 cannibals. No, not cannibals, vampires.

Flashback

“It’s true, Y/N. Vampires, witches, and other supernatural creatures exist. Those people who took us were vampires,” She motions to the two men in the front seat, “Stefan and Damon are aswell, but you don’t have to worry about them they won’t hurt you.”

“We’ll see.” The dark-haired one says out loud as he glances back at me skeptically. The look made me want to throw up but since my stomach didn’t have any more food to throw up I just stared at him nauseously.

“Damon, stop it,” Elena glares at him from the seat next to me, “You will not hurt Y/N, ever.” Elena continues her glaring at the man as he turns over his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t worry about Damon,” Elena whispers as she grabs my hand, “I’ll explain everything you need to know.”

“Yo, you good in there,” Theo’s voice calls from the other side of the bathroom door, “I need to do my hair before school and you know I need at least 25 minutes!”

I let out a deep sigh and tried to wipe away the tiredness from my eyes. After I got back last night Theo bitched me out for leaving him stranded at the party, without a license he had to walk himself home. When asked where I went off to I made up some lie about sleeping over at Elena’s. Theo was skeptical since he knows the closest person I have to a friend is the 67-year-old librarian at Mystic Fall’s library, but he’s more brawn than brain so he didn’t think much more of it. I hated lying to him, With Theo and I being so close and age we never kept things from each other, even though he’s a pain in my ass there’s no one in this world I love more than him. After our father and mother divorced that bond only strengthened.

“Ya I’m fine,” I open the bathroom door and Theo’s usual calm facade breaks for a moment as he looks at me, “What the fuck happened to you? you look like you got into a fight with a squirrel and didn’t stand a chance.”

I roll my eyes at his remark and push past him to my room. As I grip the door handle a hand grabs my upper arm.

“Hey, I’m joking,” I turn to see Theo staring down at me worriedly, “Seriously though Y/N, what happened you look like you haven’t slept in years?”

I can’t argue with his observation because I know what I look like since I just spent the last 15 minutes staring back at myself in the mirror. I was too tired last night to take a shower so I just used a washcloth for the blood on my face and chest, then passed out. Or at least tried to, my dreams were vacated by thoughts of what is truly hiding in the shadows, now that I know what is out there.

“I just didn’t sleep that well last night.”

I try to get Theo to understand that I don’t want to approach this subject any further and thankfully he takes the hint. Within a split second the worried look drops and is replaced with a judgy look.

“Fine, but you’re going to need to change whatever it is you’ve got going on here,” He motions with his hands to my Hello Kitty T-shirt and matching pajama pants, “If I’m seen with you like this my social status will take a massive hit.”

My eyes roll and I shove a fist to his shoulder, earning a mocking gasp from him.

“I’m taking the day off today, I only had two periods today anyway. I’ll still take you and drop you off, be in the car in 15 minutes, or else you’re taking the bus.”

Theo shoots me a horrified look and gasps, “And make me sit next to those peasants! You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

—-

Eight minutes later we’re in my car driving to school. One thing I can always count on with Theo is that he will never do anything to tank his reputation. When we moved here a few months ago I was worried he’d have a hard time making friends and fitting in but that was my mistake. Theo is the most extroverted extrovert I have ever met and has a way of making people fall over and do anything he wants with a flash of a smile. Where he got the charisma I got the brains. I would never admit it out loud but sometimes I’m jealous of just how many people truly liked being around him. My only friend is the librarian and the only reason she hasn’t run away from me is because it’s her 9-5, and she can’t leave.

I pull up to the front of the school and Theo finishes putting the finishing touches onto his hair. As he steps out a group of football guys all wave and acknowledge him.

“My practice gets out at 4:30 tonight. Don’t forget me this time,” Theo leans down and looks at me with a pointed look.

“I’ll be there, I give you my word.”

“Great,” Theo smiles at me and reaches his hand over for a fist bump, “Later nerd.”

I bump his fist with mine, “Bye loser.”

—-

As I pull into my driveway, I hear my phone chime go off. Glancing down at the screen I see an incoming call from Elena Gilbert. My brain tells me to ignore it and go back up to my bed and hide away from the world until I’m at least 43 years old, but my body has already made my thumb swipe to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N! How are you doing this morning,” Elena's voice comes from the other end, I hear the sound of a car in the background making me realize she must be driving, “I honestly didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“Honestly I debated not to,” I tell her honestly.

“Um, well,” She pauses for a moment, “I know you’re probably very confused, and I don’t know if you want the company or not but I’m going to go do something and was wondering if you wanted to join me?”

I frown slightly at the question, “Why?”

Elena lets out a sound of confusion, “I just thought you might want to know more, or at the very least you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“That’s not what I’m doing I promise you, Y/N. If you don’t want to come that’s fine by me, but I just want you to know you have a friend out there to talk to about this if needed. If you change your mind I’ll text you the address.”

I hum in acknowledgement and after a moment the call goes dead. I sit in my car for the next 20 minutes going through my head all the things I could do. I could do what I wanted to do before and hide out and be alone, or I could help Elena…. Hiding out seems like a great idea. As soon as my hand reaches the car door handle I’m reminded of how Elena defended me yesterday and fought for me and a loud groan escapes my lips. Fuck. I sit back, pull up the address she texted me, and pull out of my driveway. If I’m kidnapped again I’m going to be so pissed.

—-

I pull my car into the spot next to Elena’s car in the middle of the woods. Yep, I'm getting kidnapped. What teenager hangs out in the woods next to a graveyard? I pull out my phone and dial Elena’s number. It rings for a moment before I get a response.

“Y/N? Is everything ok? Are you hurt?” Elena’s frantic voice comes from the other end.

“What? No, I’m here. Where are you?” I turn around in a circle trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette girl but see nothing but tall barren trees.

“Oh! I didn’t think you’d come, I’ll be up in a second.” She hangs up the call as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, come up from where? My question is answered when brown hair makes an appearance as Elena walks up a stone staircase leading to who knows where. As she notices me a small smile spreads onto her face and for a moment I get the urge to smile back, but suppress it back down and just nod at her in acknowledgment. She walks over to me and before I have a chance to react she’s wrapping her petite arms around me in a hug. What’s with all the hugging?

“Thank you for coming,” She releases me, “before I take you down though I should warn you it might be a little weird.”

Her warning makes my heart start to beat faster and a sense of nausea surfaces, I really have to invest in some Tums.

“Weirder than being kidnapped by three vampires, which I guess now are actually real?”

Elena processes the question over for a moment before shaking her head slightly, “I guess not as weird as that, no.”

“Come on,” Elena motions me to follow as she guides me down the stone staircase. I tighten the small sweater over myself once I realize I’m still in my pajamas. With each step down I fear I’m walking into something that’ll make me regret getting out of bed this morning. But all I’m met with at the bottom of the stairs is a small stone room covered with dirt, in the center the stone opens up to darkness and I fight the urge to strain my neck to look in.

“Did you bring me a snack?”

A tough female voice calls from the black abyss. Fuck, I really am getting kidnapped, aren’t I? I’m just about to run right back up those stairs and floor my Toyota Corolla out of this bitch when Elena speaks back to the voice.

“You’re not going to lay a finger on Y/N,” Elena looks at me as she walks over to the hole in the wall and sits down patting the spot next to her, “It’s ok Y/N, as long as she’s in there and we’re out here she can’t touch us.”

I frown in confusion as I drag my feet to where she’s sitting but as I walk from behind her I stop and stare at the woman slumped over in front of Elena. Or not Elena? What the actual fuck is happening!

“Elena, why the hell does she have your face, wait do you have a twin” I motion to the spitting image of Elena in front of us. She looks identical to Elena, wearing a dark mini-dress that looks like it would be easier to burn it rather than clean it at this point.

“Don’t insult me like that.” The clone throws me a dirty look.

“This was the weird thing I was mentioning earlier,” Elena explains, “This is Kathrine, she’s my doppelganger.”

“Correction,” Elena’s dopple-whatever jumps in, “She’s my doppelganger, I’m the original she’s just a cheap copy.”

Ok…bitchy much.

Elena just rolls her eyes as if she’s used to this treatment, “It’s a supernatural phenomenon I guess where every few hundred years someone that looks just like us is born. Kathrine is the vampire that turned Stefan and Damon a hundred years ago.”

I try to nod along but with all the information I’ve learned in the past 24 hours my mind feels like it’s going to explode.

“Is she stupid or something?” I whip my head to Kathrine at the remark.

“Fuck you bitch.”

Kathrine raises an eyebrow at my retort and shifts her shoulders upwards, “Fine, not stupid,” She slints her eyes at me, “Just slow.”

My anger rises at her insult and I am about to open my mouth to go tell this bitch off but Elena raises her hand in a stopping motion.

“Don’t listen to her Y/N, she’s just trying to provoke you,” Elena sends Kathrine a dirty look, “It’s what she does.”

I nod my head along and realize that these two don’t seem to like each other even though they share the same face.

“So is this some bonding session,” I question Elena, “What are we doing here?’

“I came here to ask Kathrine questions about why I was taken yesterday, and why Elijah seemed to have known you from somewhere.” I watch Kathrine’s posture change slightly at the mention of the suited man. Appears she’s not a fan of the man either. I sigh as I sit down on the dusty ground next to Elena, and can only sit there disgusted as she pours something thick and red into a little cup. Once the stench hits my nose I realize she’s pouring blood.

I go to ask her what the hell she is doing but stop as she uses a stick to push it over to Kathrine. I disturbingly watch as the dopplebitch grabs the cup with her pale hand and brings it to her chapped lips. The red from the blood paints her lips as her mouth opens slightly and I catch a glimpse of two white sharp teeth protruding from her gums.

“Finish the story,” Elena urges Kathrine as she flings the cup back to Elena. Kathrine adjusts her posture as she taps her chin in thought.

“Right, now where was I?”

“You were mentioning how you betrayed Rose and Trevor by killing yourself for your freedom, and ever since you’ve been on the run,’” Elena stands up and says as if it’s not the wild-ass sentence I’ve ever heard, she pauses for a moment in thought and I watch as a realization washes over her, “That’s why you’re here isn’t, to bargain your freedom to Klaus?”

Kathrine follows suit and stands up facing Elena, “Mmm. Five hundred years on the run I figured maybe he’d be willing to strike a deal.”

I shake my head in confusion, “Wait, who’s Klaus? I thought Elijah was the scary cannibal guy everyone was afraid of.”

“Klaus is an ancient vampire who wants to sacrifice me,” Elena replies staring down at me, she must notice the look of utter confusion on my face because she tells me she explain that later.

As I have no idea what the hell is even going on I just listen and watch as the two “not-twins” discuss the Klaus guy and the ingredients for the curse. Ingredients that happen to be actual people might I add. Caroline who I found out is now a vampire and not just some loud blonde girl that sits behind me in my French class, some special stone, Elena as aforementioned, and Theo’s football captain Tyler Lockwood, who surprise surprise is a fucking werewolf. Self-reminder to keep Theo away from him.

“Better you die than I,” Kathrine tells Elena as she questions how she can just hand over all those innocent people. Elena shakes her head in frustration and then glances at me.

“Is Y/N a part of it,” Elena gestures to me and questions Kathrine who picks a piece of invisible lint off her shoulder. Kathrine takes her time moving her eyes from the wall in front of her to look me in my eyes. Where Elena and Kathrine may be almost identical it is the eyes that make them different. Where Elena’s eyes are kind and welcoming, Kathine’s are filled with nothing but malice and something much darker.

“Why would she be? She’s human, and I already have my vampire,” Kathrine sends me a cold glance, “If Caroline doesn’t work out though, you can always be a backup, I guess.”

I shiver at the cruel chuckle she lets out, and Elena walks in front of where I’m sitting.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Yesterday I watched as Elijah’s whole demeanor changed when he saw Y/N. He looked at her like he had known her his entire life.”

A small shift in Kathrine’s face appears for a split second before it’s gone. The cruel look in her eyes is now gone and replaced with something much different. Realization is what I can only think of as she runs her eyes over me as if seeing me in a different light. The corner of her lips tightens as she glances at me with an unexplainable look.

“He’s going to destroy you.”

That’s all she says as she picks herself up and strolls back into the darkness. I watch her back retreat as Stefan’s voice comes from behind me. I don’t focus on anything as Kathrine’s words repeat in my head. I must’ve been standing there looking into the abyss for too long because a hand on my shoulder shocks me.

“Hey, don’t overthink what she said,” Elena shifts me to look at her, “Elijah is dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Elena’s right,” Stefan chimes in from behind her, “Kathrine has never told the truth a day in her life, whatever she told you was just to rattle you.”

I nod my head as I take a step away from them and towards to staircase.

“I think I’m going to head home. I have some things I have to do,” I lie about the last part, I just want to get out of here before another panic attack decides to make an appearance.

Elena nods and tries to send me a comforting smile, “OK. Well, can I call you later?” she asks almost hopefully. I just nod my head slightly as I turn around and make my way up the stairs.

—-

The entire drive home my mind is filled with thoughts of everything that’s happened in the past day. Curses, kidnapping, and the supernatural. Jesus Christ, this sounds like a bad TV show. I try to focus on the road but Kathrine’s last words to me keep ringing in my head. My breathing starts to quicken as I realize what that look in Kathrine’s eyes was. Fear.

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EXCERPT #33:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

[...]

I am doing well, thank you for asking. In fact, I have been searching for a new favourite hiding spot, actually.

The last one ended up being infiltrated by a group of youngsters, and suddenly there were too many people there who could mess with my things.

Hell, once, some teen actually took one of my things! Those menacing kids… The only person I truly trusted in my hideout was Thalia. I don’t think about her much these days.

On another note, I can’t wait to try out this new hiding spot, although it is a big risk, as you never know when them kids could show up. It seems they end up finding all of my good hiding spots! I would hate to have to be an adult and kick them out.

I want to have a good spot for my set-up, one that allows me to talk on this radio to anyone who may be listening, like you, dear listener, directly. Especially so without this bad, busy background noise. I do apologise for my microphone, it seems to have been bugging out recently.

I do miss talking to you, old sport. I am always wishing back the old days. But, instead, I must not dwell on the past. Instead, I need to keep looking towards the future.

People say a lot of things about the future and its memories. That they’re scary… Unknown… Even dangerous. But that mustn’t stop you from dreaming and fulfilling those dreams. They could come true, you know?

You must be true to yourself, old sport. Keep on shining.

And, always, keep on listening.

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honeybcj · 3 days

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ftm Barty + demisexual cis Evan who truly only has the hots for Barty, like that's his only target (this is awfully specific but I'm writing them as side characters on a fic and I really would love to hear your take on this bc I love your headcanons)

have an awesome week!

so so so sorry for getting to this so late, but i have finally put all of my thoughts together because i am absolutely eating this shit up. evan genuinely feels so valid and seen and heard when it comes to his feelings. i think for me, something i love to hc when it comes to barty is that he’s actually an extremely accepting person. he’s a stark contrast of everything that his father is. he’ll do anything to get a rise out of his father, and of course when he finally transitions, it’s like the ultimate fuck you to his dad for all the shit he went through. he’s like “fuck this, i’m living my life for me” and he’s obsessed with evan because, in turn, evan is one of the first people he feels completely comfortable coming out to. they both take care of each other, even in the most extreme sense. they’d kill for each other. evan even has a whole plan of dismembering bartemius crouch sr.

barty is patient with evan, and evan listens to everything that barty is going through. they have such an intense mutual respect for each other. like Really Intense. it’s always been each other, even before they really admitted to how they felt. evan isn’t a super emotional person overall, but the feelings he builds for Barry are unlike any other. they are sacred and heavily protected by barty. he’d rather put a gun to his own head than see anything ever happen to evan.

everyone thinks evan is just playing some sort of game when it comes to relationships, but when he’s with barty, barty never expects more, but it pleasantly surprised and fucking elated when evan finally confesses his feelings. evan spends lots of time in barty’s hoodies, letting himself be taken care of instead of feeling like he has to put on some sort of brave face for others. it’s just easy with the two of them.

having each other’s attention is the only thing that matters. they literally don’t need anyone else. everything falls into place once they are together. they navigate things easily and respectfully. but they aren’t afraid to put up a fight if something feels off (whether it be with each other or someone outside of their relationship).

evan is the one to go with barty for his first gender-affirming haircut and they go out and get a whole new wardrobe together just to make sure barty feels most comfortable in his body. evan would be the kind of guy to kick back on one of the sofas in the changing room area while barty shows off all the clothes he picked out. and evan can’t help but smile at how good barty looks because he’s actually confident in his appearance when trying on clothes that feel good on his body.

i am pretty sure i could go on for ages about this, but i will stop right there for the sake of getting too invested. however, i’d be more than happy to share any other thoughts and feelings on them <333 mwah!

#han’s asks #astra tag #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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I’m not good with theories or analysis so forgive me if this is stupid but I wanted to share some thoughts

Headcanon. The cables hooking up to him? That’s a new thing, new invention, something he hasn’t tested much. He was excited to use it, it got out of hand. This would explain how everything spiraled out of control with Alastor so quickly. Vox is all about public image, he kept his cool pretty well until Alastor started interfering with his signals. Then Vox started glitching out. Maybe the set up amplifies both his power and emotions- maybe it’s too much for his current body to handle in general. Maybe he’ll need more upgrades.

I can’t think of much else to support this besides how when he’s glitched out here, the screens for the broadcast don’t display any red in the background of his office nor does it display the cables attached to his head. Similair to how he didn’t block Alastors radio in this scene

That’s just a picture he’s displaying. He’s not physically blocking the radio. He just puts up a video of it on the Tv despite the fact he’s not doing jack shit. Similarly, he chooses to edit out the cords when blue screening so everyone watching can’t see them. Even if the machine and cords thing isn’t new he could very likely perceive it as a flaw- needing a machine to help him be more powerful and exert control would be embarrassing for an overlord who values power and control.

Another thing is how he looks here. Not just shocked, but scared and disappointed- to me. Idk he seems more scared if anything. Not necessarily of Alastor- but of his own weakness. He needed to be hooked up to even be able to compete with Al and he still lost. Alastor wasn’t trying particularly hard, either. Alastor doesn’t need any help to be powerful, meanwhile Vox was relying on this new technology. He wants to be powerful and in control but he isn’t and despite how hard he’s been trying he’s not accomplished that goal. He’s the only overlord (besides Val and maybe Vel) who seems to be struggling with maintaining control of his own domain despite control being his whole thing!

I think Vox still thinks that Alastor was weaker than usual during this fight. If he thinks this, then he thinks that although he should’ve had the advantage he still lost. He should’ve won but he didn’t. He strives for change but it’s never enough.

He’s always changing, always trying to upgrade so he can do better, so he can be better, stronger, etc. but it’s having the opposite effect. His refusal to acknowledge his weak points only leads to more problems. He’s dependent on this never ending cycle of upgrades because if he’s not always changing everyone would know he’s not as strong as he’d like them to believe and he’d be forced to come to terms with everything. He’s dependent on technology to make him more powerful, he’s dependent on it to help him exert his control, and he’s dependent on it to cover things up. Without it, everything about him, every little flaw is so obvious.

Alastor is perfectly crafted with his poker face of a smile, every move rehearsed, every word carefully chosen, and Vox is similair. He only lets the public see a certain side of him to maintain his facade of a big strong CEO and overlord and he’s depending on technology and change to help him with that. Alastor isn’t dependent on any such thing, which is why he’s far more successful there.

It’s also why Alastor can see right through Vox. He doesn’t keep with the times, Vox can’t use technology to cover his mistakes from Alastor. Alastor sees Vox for who he truly is, and I think Vox hates that.

He’s putting on a show and building up walls so he doesn’t have to acknowledge the things that could ruin him.

Alastor sees past this, knows his vulnerability and the extent of his weakness and exactly how to exploit it. Alastor has a better control over his domain- the radio. Vox couldn’t interfere effectively even if he wanted, there’s nothing stopping Alastor from revealing it all.

But he’s not that kind of person. No, he’s patient. He takes his time and waits for the moment where that information will strike the hardest.

It’s no wonder Vox is scared of him, desperate for him to Stay Gone.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin #vox the tv demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #radio demon #theory #heacanons #hazbin theory #hazbin hotel theory #idk man I’m trying

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ARMAGEDDON ‘cause i wanna see, i wanna see truly

━━━ " act one, armageddon supernova cant stop hyperstellar. 원초 그걸 찾아. bring the light of a dying star. 불러낸 내 우주를 봐 봐, supernova AESPA

( yn ) & the ikaris introduction MASTERLIST

• this chap only involves reader & her parents, next chap will have the jujutsu kaisen characters

‘reader speaking telepathically’ , thoughts’ , “talking”

‘when you have supernatural powers, the impossible becomes possible’

“wow, look at this little guy! so cute. im a huge dog lover” but im way more into girls’ the man said, petting a lady’s dog. suddenly escaping out its leash, the dog sprinted towards the road which happened to have a moving truck, “no! pochimi, come back— pochimi!” the owner said with panic

before it could even make contact, the vehicle flew above the dog, onto the space away from it. the dog walking back to its rightful owner like nothing, having the two speechless. “..that was weird. so, you wanna go out sometime?” said the man.

“ew, are you trying to pick me up”

‘my name is ( yn ) ikari, and i have psychic super powers’

‘sixteen years ago, an ordinary couple gave birth to a not so ordinary baby girl’

the scenery changing to when ( yn ) was days after birth, “so cute, almost as cute as mommy” said her father, “so cute, almost as cute as daddy” rhymed her mother. “oh, you” he tapped her head using his index finger. ‘wow, so i guess im still only second place’ baby ( yn ) said

‘i started talking when i was fourteen days old. without using my voice’

“baby ( yn )’s walking, baby ( yn )’s walking” clapped her mother

‘soon afterwards, i started walking when i was one month old. in the air’

“how cool” his father emphasized watching him walk from point a to b above them

‘and at one year old..’

“we’re out? i can’t cook without rice wine” her mother pouted. catching glimpse of ( yn ) teleporting, “( yn )?”, and returning back with numerous rice wine bottles

‘..i ran my first errand’

“oh, ( yn )”

‘my mom finally started to worry about me. now, you’d think after a year of this weirdness, they’d take me to get tested. but my parents are kinda weird themselves’

“im pretty sure she stole the rice wine” her mother held ( yn ) on her lap. her father right by them, “well, i’ll go pay ‘em back tomorrow when there’s time”

‘not to mention lazy’

just for ( yn ) to raise her small hand with the receipt, “our little psychic did pay after all!” her mother embraced

‘they can still act like love birds, and they’ll take everything in stride. including me, and all my weird powers.

so time rolled on.

i became the person you see now, a highschool student. as you saw with the dog and floating car, i still have my superpowers. i can bend spoons like any good psychic. and i can win any corporate giveaway i want. my life is a dream come true!’

‘..that is what you’re thinking, right? well let me drop some truth bombs, bending spoons makes it harder to eat and winning free popsicles just leads to stomachaches.

“she’s the happiest girl alive, that girl can have anything and do anything!” well that’s dead wrong. im the unhappiest girl alive, a girl who has nothing!

telepathy, psychokinesis, x-ray vision, precognition, teleportation, clairvoyance, etc, etc. sure i can do all those things. but having powers like that also means having something taken away’

‘sort of like how because we feed our pets, they’ve lost the ability to hunt. or when a mother spoils their child, he loses the ability to be a functional adult. in this way, there some key experiences ive missed out on. hard work, culminating in the sense of achievement, the thrill of being thrown a surprise party, they’re both totally foreign to me.

sure, i never get angry or sad about anything but that just means there’s no joy or thrill in my life either’

‘maybe i should focus on the bright side though, no drama means things are always peaceful for me and that’s not bad’ ( yn ) thought to herself while walking home. her father surprisingly outside their residence, “( yn )! welcome home, my daughter” he stood up, signaling her a salute. “you’re running kinda late today, huh?” he questioned

‘why’s dad sitting in front of the house?’

he pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose, “i’ll get right to the point. im locked out of the house, can you open it up for your old pops?”

‘are you kidding? again?’ she passed the gate over to the front door. with one swift hand movement, a click was heard meaning the door had opened. “wow, i love those psychic powers of yours, they’re just so sneaky”

‘don’t call them sneaky’ she opened the door for her father. “( yn ), with those kind of powers think about all the things you can do” he said with a tint of suspicion, hand covering his mouth. ‘keep your dark thoughts to yourself, dad’

from the inside, her mother could be heard, “( yn ), is that you? you’re back?” making her father panic, “ah! we’ll talk more later!” he scurried off inside

‘i guess there is one thing in my life that’s decidingly unpeacful’

“i can’t believe you changed the locks on me again!” her father argued

‘that would be my parents current relationship’

“i hope you’re hungry, ( yn ). im making you breaded pork chops for din-din!” her mother smiled, glancing at her. “now you’re choosing to ignore me?! besides, i told you i wanted to have steak tonight!” her fathers fist going to point at his wife.

“im sorry i forgot, but i can boil you a leather shoe”

“i don’t want a shoe, leather or not!”

‘i wonder where it went wrong for them. they used to be so passionate’ a memory of them staring lovingly at each other with their hands together played in ( yn ) mind, “i love you like a fish loves water” then to their current state, “my hate for you has become as wide and deep as the pacific ocean!”

“i hate you like a fish hates air!”

“you suck!”

‘well, they’re still passionate now but it’s a little different’

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“gord yourselves guys, i made a ton!” her mother grinned from ear to ear across the dinner table. her father then repeatedly banging on it, “hey! hey! hey!” pointing to what she had served him, an actual leather shoe. “is it good, ( yn )? oh honey, would you like something else?” her mothers usual beam still on her face

“no, because i bet it’s just the other shoe” he faced her. another plate with a shoe was plastered on the table, “boneappletea” she said. “that’s not even from the same pair!?” he yelled

‘they been going at each other for a year’

“hey, ( yn ). use your powers to turn this old shoe into a steak for daddy” he shoved his first plate in her vision

‘so in case you forgot, this pathetic dudes my dad, kuniharu ikari. he’s lazy and irresponsible and asks for help with everything in his life but surprise, surprise, the more i help him the more useless he gets, so lately i’ve stopped doing him any favors’

“what?! how dare you take your mothers side in this! do you have any idea how many shoes i have to lick each day to buy the food you’re eating now!?” he frustratedly shouted. ‘so, you do like to eat shoes?’

his father sighed, crossing his arms, “..alright, i’ll eat it— it stinks! what did you do to this shoe! are you trying to poison your father!”

‘im pretty sure that how they always smell, dummy’

“( yn )” a sudden bubbly background came about her mother, “now just remember what i’ve always said, please don’t use your powers for evil” she gave a shut eye smile

‘this is my mom, kurumi ikari’

“you must only use your powers to help those in need. or those people who you’re certain genuinely nice”

‘she’s a big reason why i haven’t let my gifts turn me to the dark side. she’s a caring soul. well.. to me’

“but feel free to use your powers to hurt your daddy!”

‘..she kinda has a dark side herself’

in the corner of their eyes, her father was seen chowing down on his daughters food, “stop eating ( yn )’s dinner, you thieving son of a bitch!” her mother angrily shouted, spooking her father away from the plate. “that’s it! we’re taking this outside!” she roared

‘in truth, i can break up this fight whenever i feel like it but this is something they’re going to have to work out themselves’

something shiny distracted ( yn )’s attention away from her parents, ‘coffee flavored jelly? hm, doesn’t taste bad’ she described whilst her mom spun her dad around behind her. finally snapping and accidentally throwing him straight towards ( yn )

from the impact, her coffee jelly had seconds from landing on the ground. as psychic, her fast reflexes let her catch the jelly straight into her mouth. landing on the floor from the save, she chewed her savory treat, “you wanted to eat jelly that bad?! forget the jelly, we got bigger problems! your mother turned into a monster!” his father feared

“stop running from me, you coward!”

“you have to help me, ( yn ). you’re my only hope to stop her rain of terror!” her father cried. from the anger ( yn )’s mom had, she lifted their dinner table in attempt to throw it, “you’re not leaving til i say so!” she yelled

making ( yn )’s father scream out in fear. before the table could touch him, ( yn ) used telekinesis to hold the table back. “huh..?” her father opened his eyes

‘i’ve got the weirdest parents. i really don’t care about stopping another pointless fight but i can’t help myself’

“so now you’re on your dads side?! but i even made you pork chops!” her mothers mouth gapped open.

‘it’s pointless? just wait’

“i want nothing to do with either of you again” that’s a lie, truth is i love them!’ her mothers thoughts were heard

‘no matter how hard they try, the voices in their hearts always bubble up. in other words, all these fights they have are a sham’

“alright, well i hate you both too so there, yeah i said it” just kidding! you know i love you guys, i wanna snuggle!’ said her father

‘like i said, another pointless fight. there is one person here who has a real reason to be upset, me! those weirdos interrupted my dessert. i guess only a psychic can fix this’

“love you!” her parents said in sync. “wait, did you just say you love me?” is it really possible she loves me back?’ asked her father. “what? no. that’s you who said it” oh no! i thought i just thought that! but did i say it? and what does ‘she loves me back’ mean? he loves me?’ panicked her mother. her father pointed out, “so you did say it. you just admitted of thinking it out loud” is it possible that i love her so much ive started hearing things?’

he loves me ‘so much’?’

huh? she can hear me too?’

“what? yeah” .. he did say it!’

“not out loud..”

“—( yn )!” they both shouted. ‘forced shared telepathy. i used my psychic powers to link their minds at the nerral level. in other words, thanks to me they can now hear each others thoughts’

“turn it off right now! i don’t want your dad finding out that i still love him!”

“her finding out that i still love her is my worst nightmare!” they both waved their hands, flustered

suddenly a twist of emotions happened and they proceeded to apologize, “im so sorry, honey” cried her father. “no, im sorry it was all my fault!” followed her mother. ‘what a pain. normal people are complicated. at least now i can finish my dessert in peace’

“your coffee jelly would’ve trapped us in a cycle of violence, i wouldn’t have done it”

“you did nothing wrong, honey. it was all my fault for getting so angry at you and breaking all the doors and windows in the house”

as ( yn ) was about to dig in her pastry, her mother snatched it away, “let’s set things right! a tooken of our renewed passion” bringing the jelly between them. “wow!” her father took a bite

“is it good?”

“mmhm, it’s a dignifying treat. delicious!”

( yn ) stiffly glared at them, making all the windows shatter for the reason of taking her jelly away

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