hiii itâs the same anon again Iâll just call myself đ°! babes i love your fics im sorry to ask for another cause ur such a good writer! can i please request a michael afton fic thats similar to your other ones with the reader being michaels childhood friend.maybe the reader bickering w michaels friends cause of something stupid like defending mikes little brother cause his gang always bullies him but then mike comes and surprisingly defends his brother cause the reader is and his friends r like bro what??? once again thank uuu
áŻâ bullies and bruises
where the tormentors are doing what they do best and tormenting michaelâs younger brother, but this time itâs without michaelâs supervision and reader steps in.
authorâs note ; đ° anon you are way too kind! please donât be sorry for requesting, i love receiving them! iâm still in new york as of writing this note and itâs been so fun, i saw heathers!!!!!! live!!!!! holy peak!!!
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your summer job working at fredbearâs family diner wasnât the best, and the pay wasnât that great either, but at least you had a job. you had been running around all day cleaning tables, serving food, and kicking arcade machines until they worked.
finally, at 12:30, you had your mandatory 30 minute break (as fredbearâs couldnât afford another law suit..) and you immediately grabbed your pizza that the people working kitchen had saved for you. sitting down at a nearby table, you let out a deep sigh, finally free of annoying children for the next half hour.
âsimon stop!! give him back!!â
âoh for fucks sake.â you roll your eyes, shutting the pizza box with your name on and walking towards the pleas of woe you recognised all too well.
âoh come on crybaby!! youâre almost 8! shouldnât you be done with baby toys?â
simon artez was a dick in every sense of the word. you knew him through school, and the bonnie mask he used to terrorise people, and that was enough. he also just so happened to be friends with michael afton, who is nowhere to be seen at this moment.
âheâs not a baby toy!! just give him back!â
âlook simon!! heâs practically begging!â
marcus donnely, football captain and probably the reason the team hasnât won a single game this year. his chica mask is slightly raised above his mouth so he can speak clearly, though his words are like venom. rumour has it that heâs banging the cheer captain, but itâs more than likely his co-captain that heâs in the janitorâs closet withâŠ
âguys, maybe we shouldnât be doing this without mike.. you know how he can get..â
you let out a small sigh of relief. jeremy fitzgerald, the art kid who tends to keep to himself. it wasnât that you hated michaelâs other friends, but jeremy was by far the favourite between them. you sat beside him in english last year and it was the best decision you ever made. his only flaw? the freddy mask that laid atop his head, out of use while the other boys tormented michaelâs poor brother.
âare you guys done or..?â you step out from the wall you were hiding behind and fold your arms across your chest.
âlooks like the crybaby has a girlfriend! isnât she a little too old for you?â simon torments, causing marcus to snicker and jeremy to look off to the side, as if searching for someone.
michaelâs brother gently taps your leg, so you crouch down to his level as the boys laugh and whisper.
âwhatâs wrong bud?â you ask softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âsimon took fredbear.. and he says heâs gonna rip him up! and they keep shoving me when i try to grab him!â he explains, his voice wobbling and tears threatening to spill.
you sigh softly, turning around so your back is facing him.
âhop on, if youâre taller then theyâll be less mean..â
it was a lie, of course it was, but at least they wouldnât be able to shove him if he was on your back. once you feel his weight, you grab his legs and his arms wrap around you instantly.
âjust give him the bear back, itâs not like you didnât have a childhood toy either,â you glare at the boys, conscious of the time as your break ends in about 15 minutes and you still hadnât eaten your pizza.
âi had a fire truck, not a yellow soft bear like a damn pansy!â marcus exclaims and simon laughs, clutching his side with one hand as the other holds the bear in question.
out of the corner of your eye, you notice jeremy gesture for someone to come over, and you notice a person in the same uniform as you make their way over quickly. you try to get a good look at them, but you canât move your head too much in fear of dropping the small boy on your back.
âwhatâs going on here?â
a smile creeps its way onto your face. michael afton had come to save the day.
âwe were just telling your brother how much of a crybaby he is!â simon nudged marcus and he nodded, both of them smiling in mockery. jeremy stayed off to the side, a concerned look on his face.
âwhy are you doing that..?â mike sounded genuinely confused and slightly offended, which troubled you as normally he joins in on the teasing. his brother clings onto you tighter.
âbecause we do it all the time and needed some entertainment, obviously?â
âgive him the bear back.â
âwhat? but dude-â
âdid i stutter? am i speaking an alien language? give him the bear back.â
you slowly place the boy down as simon passes him the bear, and he immediately runs off to his sister who was playing in the ball pit with a girl you didnât recognise.
âsorry man.. didnât know you liked crybaby now.â
âi donât, but thatâs still my brother and i wonât stand there and watch you bully him without me making sure you donât go too far.â
âwhatever dude..â simon rolls his eyes, and with that he and marcus walk off to the arcade, yet jeremy stays behind.
âthanks for alerting me man, i appreciate it.â mike says, a slight smile on his face. jeremy simply nods, walking off to join the other boys.
mike then turns to you, a smug smile tugging on his lips.
âlook at you, saving the day,â he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
âi wouldnât call that âsaving the dayâ, more like causing a distraction while waiting for the real hero..â you smile, leaning into him as you begin to walk back to your table where your pizza sat, growing colder by the second.
âyou certainly distract me in that uniform..â he retorts, spinning a chair around and sitting down on it backwards.
âmichael afton!! we are in a childrenâs diner!!â you exclaim, sitting across from him and glaring as he takes a slice of your pizza.
hiii youre such a good writer i cant belive i didnt find out about you sooner!! i love your michael afton fics!! can i please request a michael afton fic thats similar to your other ones with the reader being michaels childhood friend.maybe the reader covering for michael since hes out at a party but william ends up coming home early and you can continue the rest from there(this is before the bite pls)!! again i absolutely love your reader & michael afton fics!!
áŻâ parties and punches
where reader is covering for michael while heâs at a party, but someone comes home early and trouble ensues..
authorâs note ; anon ur so sweet! iâve kind of had writers block for a really long time but i do my best work on planes and im on my way to new york soooo!! yayy!!
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at 6:30pm, mike had promised 2 hours at the most, and then heâd be straight home in time for his father coming back. it was now 9pm, and you were starting to get anxious. itâs not that you didnât trust michael, of course you did. you had been friends since you were little, and nothing was going to change that. however, his father was a different story.
he was terrifying in every sense of the word.
he was an angry man with an even angrier temper. whenever he looked at you, you could just sense his judgment. his glare felt like a death sentence, and you certainly didnât want your day of reckoning to come anytime soon.
you jump up the moment you hear the door open. michael or william? life or the worst of deaths? maybe you were being dramatic, or maybe you were underestimating the gravity of the situation. was anyone truly to know?
michaelâs younger siblings lay asleep either side of you, and you pray to anything that might exist up in the sky that you didnât wake them. elizabeth would be sure to snitch immediately, and you couldnât have that.
william comes stumbling into the living room, and you gently lay your head atop michaelâs younger brotherâs to seem asleep. you stay so still, eyes shut. although you couldnât see the man, you could still feel his glare of death. until you donât.
the creaking of the stairs can be heard, but the steps donât seem as heavy as williamâs.
âheyyy dad!â mike slurs slightly, and you can hear him tripping over his own feet.
âmichael.. why is your friend here? i thought i told you these people were bad influences.â
âi know i know.. i just needed help babysitting those two! you know how hyperactive liz gets, especially on a night,â
you continuing your staying still, not even daring to breathe. the silence in the room consumes you, swallowing you whole.
âso be it, justâ get out of my sight, and take your friend with you,â
hearing williamâs heavy footsteps walk away, presumably down to his office in the basement, you slowly move your head up.
âmichael?â you whisper softly, turning your head slightly to look at him.
âif you take crybaby, iâll take liz,â he says with a wide, smug smile.
âyou really shouldnât call him that, it hurts his feelings..â
âi think it suits him, now come on before my dad comes back from his circus downstairs..â
once you feel his sisterâs weight being lifted off of you, you work on manoeuvring yourself in a way that prevents his brother from waking up as you lift him.
âhis bedroom is the one with the rocket on the front right?â you ask softly, adjusting your hold on the young boy.
âyeah, once youâre done go straight to my room, just to avoid my dad talking to you,â
you nod, and slowly you both make your way up the stairs. you skip the 5th step, as that oneâs the loudest when it creaks, eventually reaching the childâs room. you careful lay him under the covers, tucking him in and patting his head with a small smile. he looked so peaceful.
closing his door with a click, you quickly slip into the room next door. clothes strewn across the floor, dark red bedding in a heap at the end of the mattress, and the radio on the windowsill playing âupside downâ by diana ross.
you had been in mikeâs room hundreds of times before, and this was as clean as it gets really. you silently walk towards michael, whoâs sat next to his open window.
âis that how you got in?â you ask curiously, slightly tilting your head with a smile.
âof course, didnât you know iâm practically an expert in parkour?â mike retorts sarcastically, his signature smirk never faltering.
âyou asshole! you said youâd be home before he got here! he couldâve beat my sorry ass!â you whisper yell, hyperaware of the sleeping children in the next room.
âhey! i showed up in time to save you, didnât i? thatâs what matters..â he trails off, looking down at his battered black converse.
you sigh deeply, nodding.
âyeah, i guess you did.â
his smug look reappears, and suddenly youâre tackled onto his messy bed.
âmichael afton!! what on earth are you doing?!â you quietly yell, throwing a playful glare his way.
âeasing the tension with some playful banter..?â he says slyly, his breath tickling your face.
for a moment, you simply stare at each other; and for a moment, you convince yourself everything is alright. you could see yourself getting used to being loved by michael afton, if only heâd allow you to love him back.
âyou better go, my dad will probably be coming upstairs soon, and this time it will be my sorry ass heâs beating, not yoursâ mike says with a hollow chuckle, ruffling your hair and pushing off you.
âyeah.. yeah i probably should..â you say, slightly dazed.
mike offers you his hand and you take it, using it to pull yourself up. you donât let go of his hand until youâre at the door. you lean in to kiss his cheek, yet youâre interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the front door being slammed in front of you.
mike had a black eye at school the next day, though his smug smile never changed when he looked towards you.
chuuya is lonely after dazai deflects, so what better thing to do than buy a fish or two?
authorâs note ; i donât know why i wrote this. it was originally gonna be angst but chuuya having fish was too funny to me. very sorry. this makes no sense. i have work tomorrow somebody sedate me.
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dazai was dangerous. chuuya had been faced with the fact so many times, it practically screamed at him. it was always there. in the back of his mind. he had always known.
so when dazai deflected, and chuuyaâs car was blown up, it felt like another tuesday. only this time, he couldnât shout at him. he couldnât grab him by the ear and tell him all he did wrong. he couldnât even take something of dazaiâs in retaliation. dazai was gone. all that remained was a first aid box that had been ransacked for its bandages.
chuuya drank a lot of wine that night.
it started with the small things. unconsciously moving to the right side of everyone who he works with. constantly making sure the first aid kit was stocked up with bandages, and getting confused when it actually was. it wasnât until chuuya caught himself staring at the empty chair dazai used to fill during a particularly important executive meeting that he realised he needed something to change.
therefore, he did what any normal person would do and bought two koi fish.
one named mackerelâ white with black splotches; one named hattieâ bright orange. he had a large fish tank installed in his apartment, placing the two fish inside once their home was ready. he made sure everything suited their needs. he never fed them too little, nor did he feed them too much. and when he was abroad for missions? he would ask his most trusted subordinates to feed them for him.
eventually, two koi turned into two koi and three goldfish. and after that, he began to expand his aquatic pets even more. they were his and his only. no one could take them away, neither would they have to.
so you can imagine chuuyaâs horror when he walked down the steps to the port mafia basement after a rather long mission, only to be met with that bandaged mackerel staring right back at him.
not the fish, of course, but the man. after 4 years, he was there. in front of him. it made chuuyaâs blood boil. that fight was over quickly, of course, and ended in chuuya making a silly pose on the stairs. however, what he hadnât expected was to walk into his apartment after a long day and see his aquarium empty. who the fuck kidnaps fish?
meanwhile, at the armed detective agency, kunikida stares horrified at the new fish tank dazai decided to buy with company money.
after fem reader gets mike to bed and heâs finished his toast, he begs her to stay.
authorâs note: this is so insane to me because i never thought anyone would want a part 2 of this request but yk.. itâs my prom today >_< !!
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Waking up in the Afton House wasnât the plan. At all. Especially waking up in Mikeâs bed. You werenât exactly keen on the idea last night, but looking into his big blue eyes you had no choice but to say yes. You were sure anyone would in your position. Michael Afton was not for the weak.
The door creaks open softly, and you shut your eyes pretending to still be asleep. âPsst! Mike! Mum and Dad are home early!â the quiet yet sweet voice of a sleepy Elizabeth calls from the doorway. Mike stirs slightly, groaning in annoyance.
âLiz get out of my room!â He says, and you feel the bed dip as he presumably sits up. Gentle hands shake you, and you open your eyes as if you hadnât been listening.
âWe didnât.. did we?â Mike asks nervously. You bite back a laugh.
âOf course not, you were drunk!â You yell, face growing red at his implication.
âAh.. right..â He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
You both sit there in Mikeâs bed, the silence hanging over you. Truth be told, Mike had tried to kiss you the night before, but you had rejected his advances as he wasnât in his right mind. He fell asleep on your chest a few minutes after.
âSo.. Do you like toast?â
âWhat?â
âDo you like toast?â
âYes I heard you.. why is that relevant to your parents coming home early?â
âHave breakfast with us.â
You open your mouth to protest but Mike places a finger on your lips, shaking his head. You stay quiet and watch him as he picks up the shirt he threw off the night before, throwing it at you.
âI have a shirt on.â
âYeah but you wore that yesterday.â
âYou wore this shirt yesterday, and you drank in it.â
âJust put it on!â
And for some stupid reason, you did. It was a âThe Smithsâ shirt, a band you recognised to be one of Mikeâs favourites. It brought a smile to your face that was quickly wiped off as you saw his smirk.
âAww, donât you look cute!â
âOh lay off it!â
He bursts into loud laughter and pulls you off the bed, much to your dismay. One step closer and youâd be kissing him. You shake that thought away instantly, though your mind canât help but wonder off to the previous nightâs confession. Was it truly the alcohol talking? Could he even remember what he had said? As he looks down at you with so much tenderness, youâre certain thereâs something more.
Then suddenly heâs pulling you out the door, him shirtless and you in his shirt, and you realise how bad this looks.
âMikeââ
âShhh, I know, donât worry about my dad heâs irrelevant, but my mum will love you.â
âThatâs not what Iââ
You reach the kitchen and your voice trails off. Itâs too late now. Heat creeps onto your cheeks and embarrassment consumes you.
âMichael! You didnât tell me you had your girlfriend over!â His mom exclaims, rushing over to you with a bright smile on her face.
He doesnât correct her, so you donât either.
âCome, sit with us. We donât have much in the cupboards at the moment because I wasnât expecting guests, is toast alright? Or cereal?â
âIââ
âShe likes toast mum, itâs alright.â
His mom nods, walking back to the counter as Mike pulls you to sit in between himself and Liz, who was happily munching away at her cereal. You nervously lean against Mike, and he wraps a comforting arm around you.
âSorry.. I forgot how full on she could be when I bring people over..â
âShe called me your girlfriend,â
He stays silent.
âAnd you didnât correct her.â
âDid I need to?â
You pause, he doesnât miss a beat.
âI meant every word I said last night, I truly did. The only thing I regret is that I hadnât said it to you sooner.â
Your eyes widen and you hear Liz gasp beside you. Neither of you say anything for a while, and suddenly two plates appear before you.
âHereâs your toast! Iâll be in the kitchen if you need me dear.â Mikeâs mom says softly, and you smile at her kindness.
You eat in a comfortable silence, though Mike tightens his arm around you.
âMike..â
âShh donât speak, I know Iâve ruined things now.â
âBut you havenât.
âI made you cry last night, thatâs a bad sign.â
âYou made me cry because I was so surprised youâd ever like someone like me, not because youâd upset me. Any girl would be over the moon to hear something like that, especially from you. Youâre a dick, yes, but youâre so sweet with me that I wouldnât want you any other waââ
His lips were warm on your own. And soft. So soft. You revelled in them, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. He faintly tasted of the orange juice he had just drank, making you smile into the sweet kiss. It lasted a few moments, but the memory would last eternity.
where hanako thinks of all of the other universe that he and yashiro exist in.
authorâs note; yeah i wrote this on a whim ngl i havenât spell checked it or anything lmao.. good luck đ€đ€ also i take requests so feel free to drop me one!! might be a bit slow bc my gcses start on monday.. (scary!!)
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in another universe, she is the sun and he is the moon. intertwined. fated. bonded. they were written in the stars that he once loved to gaze at, learning their names and their stories so that one day he could teach them to others. maybe even go to space and meet whoever had embedded them within the night sky.
but that wouldnât happen in this universe.
in another universe, they are two cross roads. two sides of the same coin. a gamble. a risk. her road leads to the greatest fortune, his leads to tragedy. they begin on the same path, but their choices lead them to different outcomes. maybe one day, overtime, their paths would dissolve into one and they would bring happiness to everyone who came across them.
but that wouldnât happen in this universe.
in another universe hanako was human, just like yashiro. in the same grade, in the same class. amane would be sat in the chair behind her, whispering the answers she didnât know. heâd help her with her math homework, and in return sheâd help him with his english. heâd muster up the courage to ask her to see a movieâ hamsters in space to be exact. their two interests fused together perfectly. sheâd say yes, of course, and after the movie he would take her to a spot where you could see stars so clearly that you wouldnât even need a telescope. either way heâd bring one, teach her how to use it, and whisper to her about the stars that shone down on them, twinkling in glee.
but that wouldnât happen in this universe.
not when yashiro was laid limp in the honourable number sevenâs arms in a classroom with the kid staring at the two in horror. nobody couldâve possibly known how short yashiroâs life span wasâ aside from hanako, of course. he had known from the beginning, promising himself he wouldnât get attached to the girl who laid so vulnerable in his arms. he was too far gone. too deep in devotion to go back now. all he wanted was to protect her. save her because he couldnât save himself. was that too much to ask?
the kid says something, at least hanako thinks he hears something. noises blur together like the static from an old radio and hanako canât quite decipher whether he needs to move. his grip on yashiro tightens, bringing her close to his chest. it wasnât fair. she has so much to live for. she has a prince to meet, a wedding to plan, children to have, and so many hamsters to name. he wouldnât let her lose thatâ he promised.
her limp body was as light as a feather compared to the guilt that weighed him down. his horror consumed him as he wished he couldâve done more to save her. he felt the fear of losing her eat away at his spirit. it made him shiverâ he couldnât let her leave like this.
they were bonded through life and through death, but hanako refused to move on to his true afterlife when there was still hope for yashiroâs to stay and live a lifetime. his grip on this reality was tight, desperate. if he could hold on, then she could too. he wouldnât allow her to go, he couldnât. who would clean his bathroom? who would change the rumours? who would make him laugh for the first time in fifty years?
in another universe, she is the sun and he is the moon. intertwined. fated. bonded. they were written in the stars that, in another life, they would gaze up at together. he was convinced the stars only shone as bright because they were inspired by her beauty. heâd lasso all the stars from the sky and choose the best seamstress to sew them into a wedding gown suited for her. he wouldnât need the glittering sky as long as he could see the constellations in her eyes. he wouldnât need a rocket to take him to space as long as he could feel his heart soar whenever she smiled. heâd wait at the altar for her, no matter how long it would take her to walk down that isle.
it had been 10 years since he had seen her. time had become a blur for him once heâd saved her all those years ago. she got to graduate. she had her wedding with her dream guy. she had children. at leastâ he thinks itâs her daughter thatâs come knocking on his bathroom stall.
or
kimura akemi comes knocking on hanako-kunâs bathroom stall with a wish, but he canât shake the feeling that she looks familiar..
authorâs note; part 2 of my previous one shot !! i love this concept sm so of course i had to write it even more.. (iâm supposed to be revision bc my first gcse is on monday)
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the first thing akemi did was sprint back to her class. despite promising hanako she wouldnât tell anyone, she had to get back and walk home with himari!! she had promised to wait for her after all. it wasnât long before akemi collided with someoneâs hard back, sending her to the floor with a loud thud.
âs-sorry i shouldâve been looking where i was going!!â akemi yells, her face flushed from embarrassment. a calloused hand reaches out to help her up, and itâs only then she realises who sheâs bumped into. âoh my goodness minamoto-san im so sorry!!â she exclaims, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her up. âgahh this is so embarrassing!! i was just in such a hurry andââ
akemiâs flustered ramblings are interrupted by low laughter that makes her heart flutter. âkimura-san, you really have to be more careful,â minamoto haru says, and akemi canât help but agree with him, nodding.
âi know i know.. i just really need to get to himari-chan so we can walk home together!!â
âaoi-san? she left a while ago, sorry kimura-san,â he says softly but akemi canât even be mad. she gets to speak to the cutest guy in school, so walking home alone wonât be all bad.
âoh, thanks for telling me minamoto-san!! iâll be sure to call her later instead, goodbye!â akemi calls out, waving as she walks away. a slight skip in her step as she leaves.
walking home alone wasnât all bad. in fact, sometimes, akemi preferred it. at least this way she has time to think of a plan. confronting her okaasan would be hard, and she wasnât really sure how sheâd react. after all, sheâd never even mentioned she could turn into a fish!! it still hurt akemiâs brain to think about, so she was set on seeing it with her own eyes.
spring had arrived, and so had the cherry blossoms on her street. everywhere she looked a beautiful pink blossom would be falling to greet her. a smile begin to creep onto her faceâ summer was close, and it brought akemi great excitement. the summer festival was the best time of the year. she remembers her okaasan telling her about how the bull once went charging into herâ come to think of it, sheâs pretty sure minamoto-senpai told her that instead.
arriving at her house with the little red door, she opens it with new found determination. operation: turn okaasan into a fish.
âmama!! iâm home!â akemi calls out, the childish word slipping out of her mouth before she can stop it.
âiâm in the kitchen! clean your hands and come help me! iâm making donuts!â her mama yells back, and akemi quickly takes her shoes off before rushing to the kitchen. she dumps her school bag beside the table, ensuring it doesnât fall.
she slowly makes her way to the sink, running the water and lathering the soap to wash her hands. âso whatâs it like being a fish?â akemi asks casually. nene doesnât say anything. not even a word. she places the dough she was making on the flour-covered counter, staring at her blankly.
âare you hanging out with the wrong crowd at school? if youâre taking substances you need to tell me okay? your father and i can look into some support for you,â
âwhat?! iâm not high!! iâm asking a serious question!!â
âyou asked what itâs like being a fish akemi, how would i even know?â
akemi pauses, looking at the floor and trying not to meet her okaasanâs eye. she can already feel them burning holes into her skullâ that was more than enough for her.
akemi moves before she thinks.
only a splash could be heard. fortunately, it was only a small amount of water, though still enough for nene to react in a quick, mortified manner.
âakemi, go to your room,â
and thatâs where akemi went.
she slams the door behind her, rolling her eyes. she knew she was being unreasonable, but she just couldnât understand why her mama wouldnât just tell her. akemi clearly knew the truth, it was just a case of trying to get nene to admit it. unless she was just hallucinating and simply imagined meeting a boy ghost in the girlâs bathroom. noâ she saw how her okaasan reacted to the water. she saw that glint of panic, that flicker of worry. there was definitely something up, even if it wasnât to do with her mama turning into a fish.
to say nene was horrified is an understatement. how had her daughter found out? had kou told her? he couldnât have, he wasnât stupid. had akemi told anyone else? she could only pray not. this was all just too much. sheâd been so careful. she only showered when the house was free, allowing her to do it in a way that wouldnât turn her into a tiny, scaly mess. she always wore rubber gloves when doing the washing up to prevent her skin from growing translucent bumps. she never went out when it was raining, choosing to call kou or aoi if she needed something. so where did she go wrong? she continues making her donuts, but part of her canât shake the feeling that she couldâve done more to prevent the current situation. she places the donuts on a tray and into the oven, a deep sigh leaving her lips.
eventually, her husband arrives home and suddenly all of her worries disappear. she was content with her life. she was married to a lovely man and she had the most beautiful child. thatâs all she ever wanted, all sheâd ever dreamed about since she was small. so why did she find a part of her aching for something more? she ignores this feeling, calling down akemi for dinner and praying that she doesnât bring up anything to do with fish.
akemi wakes up earlier that day, hearing her otousan leave for work. once she hears the click of the lock, she begins her plan to get her mother to admit everything once and for all. quietly sneaking down the stairs, she makes a careful note to skip the fourth step to avoid any creaking. managing the first part of her operation, she moves onto the kitchen, filling up a large tub with water. she tries to make as little noise as possible, trying not to let the tub overflow.
âakemi..? what are you doing up soââ
a loud splash. the sound of a flailing fish. absolute shock.
âoh my goodness mama i am so sorry you just scared me!!â akemi exclaims in distress, filling up a tiny bowl and placing the fish inside. it was a beautiful baby pink betta fish, a mini skull attached to it along with a cute bowâ the kind of bow girls at school have to wear. the fish itself appeared to be glaring, causing guilt to overwhelm her.
âokay this is super bad.. how do i turn you back?!â akemi asks, a part of her hoping that her okaasan could still reply in a language she could understand. her hopes went to waste however as only bubbles leave her fish mouth. âuhmm.. stay right here iâm gonna go get dressed then head to school early and ask hanako for help!!â akemi rushes up the stairs, and fish nene faints.
when nene comes to, sheâs in the girlâs bathroom in the old school building, leant against the wall. she doesnât open her eyes at first, listening to the conversation taking place in front of her.
âwaitâ so youâre telling me that thereâs a summer festival better than ours!! no way!!â she hears akemi yell in excitement, and nene almost smiles. almost.
âoh yeah!! the summer festival in the spiritual realm is so much better. iâm sure yashiro would agreeâ wouldnât you?â
neneâs eyes shoot open, glaring at the two in front of her.
âhuh, who knew turning your mama into a fish would land her in a bad mood!!â the boy with lamps for eyes jokes, and it takes everything within nene not to strangle himâ maybe even get kou to exorcise him.
âhanako..â she says in an attempt to sound angry, but it only comes across as tender and soft. but why did her voice sound higher than normal? and why did she feel smaller?
the ghostly boy holds out a hand for her to take, and she grabs it gratefully, brushing off her school dress. she pauses. her eyes grow wide. and she screams.
hanako doubles over in laughter, circling her as she stands in shock. akemi looks at the floor awkwardly, clearly still feeling guilt for her previous actions.
âhanako what did you do?!â nene yells in horror, looking down at her daikon legsâ legs that had grown to be long and slightly thinner as she grew older. she rushes to a mirror, and it was as if nothing had changed at all. even her hair clips were the same as they once were, and the boyâs laughter hadnât changed either.
âthis isnât funny hanako!! be serious!!â
âbut yashirooo!! havenât you missed me?â
âof course butâ iâm supposed to be tall and pretty not short and eugh!!â
âoh yashiro, youâll always be pretty to me!! even if youâre a fish!!â
that was it. nene lunges for him, grabbing his waist and causing him to come crashing to the ground. she lands on top of him, her frustration clear. they stay like that for a few moments, nene keeping hanako on the ground as she glared at him angrily.
âuhh.. iâm still here guys..â akemi speaks up, causing the other twoâs heads to snap towards her.
âyou littleââ nene stops herself, letting out a deep sigh. âof course youâve met hanako, why else would you have turned me into a fish?â
âwell actually i didnâtââ hanako stops just as he begins, recognising neneâs glare as a force that he shouldnât argue with.
âyou two are going to fix this by the end of the day or im getting kou-kun to exorcise hanako,â nene states simply, and although hanako doesnât want to believe her, a shiver still runs up his non-existent spine.
âwell then kid!! it seems weâve got work to do!!â
it had been 10 years since he had seen her. time had become a blur for him once heâd saved her all those years ago. she got to graduate. she had her wedding with her dream guy. she had children. at leastâ he thinks itâs her daughter thatâs come knocking on his bathroom stall.
or
kimura akemi comes knocking on hanako-kunâs bathroom stall with a wish, but he canât shake the feeling that she looks familiar..
authorâs note ; so iâve gotten really into tbhk recently like it acc might be my favourite anime i love the art style and the plot is so GOODDD!! i really need to read the mangaâ im working on it i promise!! for now take this au >0< !
masterlist. part two.
âakemi-channn!! have you heard the rumour about the ghost in the girlâs bathroom in the old building?â aoi himari calls out, barrelling towards the other girl in excitement. akemi holds her arms out, bracing herself for the impact of the girl pouncing on her. thankfully it never comes. âi havenât heard the rumour, but i have a feeling youâre going to tell me anyways..â
âthe most famous rumour of all!! the seventh of the seven wonders!! hanako-san of the toilet! you must knock on her bathroom stall and call her name three times!! when she replies back, you can ask her to grant your wish! although.. sheâll only grant it for something in return! super spooky right?â as himari rambles, akemi canât help but roll her eyes.
âhimari-chan.. you know thatâs all just a rumour right? itâs not real!â akemi says, causing himari to pout.
âof course i know that!! doesnât mean it wouldnât be fun to try.. not that i would!! but you totally should just saying!!â she says quickly, and akemi raises her brows in confusion.
âhuh..? why would himari-chan want me to talk to a fake toilet ghost-girl..?â
despite her apprehension and confusion, akemi found herself outside of the end stall in the old buildingâs girlâs bathroom. it was eerily quiet and honestly too dusty for her own liking. she rolls her eyes in annoyance, knowing himari would tease her for this if she ever found out.
akemi raises her hand, gently knocking three times. âhanako-san, hanako-san, hanako-san,â she calls out softly, her heart beating out of her chest in nervousness. the anticipation was killing her. but nothing happens.
to be expected of course, because ghosts arenât real. so why did her shoulder feel so cold? why did it feel like someone was breathing again her neck?
âyou called?â
akemi screams so loud that she assumes the whole school can hear her. maybe the whole town for that matter..
âwoah there.. settle down kid, youâre the one who called on me!!â
the boy was floating. like actually floating. akemi pinched herself gently, trying to see if she was dreaming. he had dark, chopped hair, mostly covered by a hatâ typical of the uniform back in the 1960s to match the rest of his attire. his eyes were large, a bright yellow colourâ like luminescent lamps.
âbut.. hanako-sanâs supposed to be a girl! you could just be some pervy guy in the girlâs bathroom!!â akemi yells, eliciting a chuckle from the ghostly-boy.
âi prefer hanako-kun actually! and for the record, i canât really decide where my boundary is!!â he says, floating in a circle around her. as he assesses her appearance, they fall into an awkward silence.
âwell?? arenât you gonna ask my wish??â akemi asks, placing her hands on her hips. she eyes him up and down with sass, causing another laugh to leave hanakoâs translucent lips.
âsorry sorry.. you just remind me of someone, thatâs all,â hanako says, and akemi raises her brows a second time that day. ânow, what happens to be your wish?â
akemi freezes, her demeanour becoming awkward. she hadnât thought this far, it was obvious. hanako rolls his eyes, a taunting smirk finding its way onto his pale face. âyou went through all this trouble to summon me, and you donât even have a wish!! and here i thought iâd have something more interesting to do than play card with the mokke..â
he trails off and akemi decides not to ask what the mokke are. she takes a few more moments to think before deciding on something that had been eating at her.
âi wish to know more about my okaasan..â
hanako blinks in surprise before clasping his hands together.
âconsider your wish granted!! however, iâm not a mind reader!! whatâs her name?â he asks, a wide smile on his face. he was eagerâ too eager for akemiâs liking.
âdonât get so excited, you sound like you want to perv on her!! kimura nene is her name,â she scolds him before giving her answer, and suddenly ghostly apparition sinks to the floor in a heap. âwhâ are you okay?!â she sits on the floor in front of him, staring curiously. he looked content. sad, but content. âiâm sorry⊠did i do something wrong?â she says softly, but hanako doesnât move.
they stay on the cold bathroom floor for a while. akemi staring at hanakoâ hanako staring at the floor. his lamp-like eyes stay transfixed on the tiles, never moving.
âyashiro nene was a wonderful girl, and iâm sure the woman she grew to be is just as wonderful,â he says quietly, and if she wasnât close enough akemi was sure she wouldnât have caught it.
âhanako-kun.. what do you mean? i never told you her maiden name,â
âyou didnât have to, you have her magenta eyes and her sea foam green tips. at least you didnât inherit her daikon legs i suppose..â hanako trails off, chuckling to himself. akemiâs eyes grow wide.
âno way.. you knew my okaasan?â
âshe came to me because sheâd heard i grant wishes, presumably just like you had. although, she actually had a wish in mind. a wish for loveâ the kind in all the romance manga she filled her head with. i attempted to grant it, but truth be told, i hadnât experienced any kind of romance myself so itâs wasnât much help. alas, we tried everything we could to gain her a true love. fruitless attempts really. she ended up swallowing a mermaid scale, a very dangerous cursed object. she had to have someone else swallow the other one to share the curse and bond them forever. she was going to give it to the person she lovedâ but she never did. she couldnât bring herself to. long story short, a big scary apparition mermaid came to take yashiro away and the great hanako-kun swept her off her feet and saved the day! then i swallowed the other scale to ease her curse and keep us bonded forever, between life and death!!â
akemi listens to his story in complete shock, her mouth agape. her okaasan had never mentioned any of this, ever. she didnât seem the type to end up in bound to a ghost! she was so strong and determined.
âsoo.. heâs the deal!! you tell me what yashiro is like now, and i tell you what she was like in the past!â
âh-huh?! why would i tell you anything?!â akemi yells in confusion, still trying to process the fact her okaasan was technically part fishâ does that make her part fish too? is this why okaasan always wore rubber gloves washing up? and always hated going out in the rain?â
âitâs the price for your wish!! trust me, you should be grateful! yashiroâs was her body!!â hanako laughs in delight and akemi lets out a horrified shriek.
ânot like that!! goodness, youâre just as dirty-minded as yashiro! sheâd have to clean my bathroom every day, keep your mind out of the gutter kid!!â
hanako bends over in laughter as akemiâs face grows redder by the secondâ she definitely needed to ask her okaasan some questions when she gets home..
in which reader is babysitting the aftons, and in turn is a victim of elizabethâs relentless beautifying after she saw a beauty magazine for the first time.
tw: mentions of blood & violence
authorâs note : iâve been very inactive⊠i apologise iâve been really busy!! gcses start in a few weeks so iâll definitely be inactive then but im counting this as english language revision since you have to do creative writing for question 5âŠ. (also im a strong believer michael has anger issues take that as you will)
masterlist.
you were currently sat on Elizabethâs bedroom floor hugging a pillow tight to your chest as you wait nervously to see yourself. she had point blank refused to give you a mirror or even let you open your eyes, claiming that âitâs bad luckâ. this made you nervous.
âhey lizzy..â you say nervously, bracing yourself for the answer.
âdonât move too much!! youâre gonna ruin my art!!â she exclaims, making you laugh softly.
âwhere did you get this makeup from?â you ask, curious about the answer. you werenât even entirely sure what she was putting on your face, but you decided that would be a future you problem.
âmummyâs small pink bag!! there was sooo much in there!!â she says excitedly and you grimace. âoh donât pull that face, it makes my art look ugly.â
you try not to laugh at her statement, opting to focus on the other issue instead.
âyou stole from your mom? thatâs not very good liââ
your half-hearted attempt at scolding the younger girl was cut short as the front door slams shut. Elizabeth flinches back and your eyes shoot open. their mother and father werenât due back for another hour, so it couldnât have been them.. Michael maybe? âliz stay in your room for me.â you say quietly and Elizabeth nods. you rush down the stairs, your eyes widening at his beaten state.
you see his shirt first, slightly bloodied and dirty. like clockwork, your eyes flick to his bruised face, you notice his bleeding nose and his rosy red knuckles which causes a concerned frown to form on your face.
alternatively, as soon as Mike sees you he bursts out laughing. heâs so humoured that he actually clutches his sides and wipes away tears.
âpracticing for the circus?â he says in between laughs and suddenly most of his sympathy you felt for the other disappears.
âokay donât be rude, lizzy tried really hard..â you pout, crossing your arms. Mike eventually stops laughing, but his boyish grin never leaves his face.
âah, so a beauty pageant then? sheâs been reading those shitty magazines that bang on about foundation and all that nonsenseâ
you roll your eyes at his antics, clearly not in the mood. âenough about me.. what happened to you?â
Mikeâs smile falters at the change and suddenly heâs rubbing his jaw in soothing circles. you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing a small pack of bandages, a wet cloth and a small bowl of warm water. after, you grab some frozen peas and make your way back to the hall.
âdo i even want to know why?â you ask, throwing the bag of peas at him so he can ice his jaw. he takes it gratefully and sits in the middle of the hall. you sit down beside him, taking one of his hands. you pretend not to notice his flinch when you touch him, and the soft hissing sound he makes as you wipe down his knuckles.
âjust some absolute dolts that were at my groupâs normal spot, it wouldâve been fine if they didnât start pushing around jeremy..â he says harshly as he balls his fists. he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and prevent himself from snapping at you. you gently rub circles into his back as he breathes as an attempt to soothe him, knowing that speaking would only make it worse. eventually the tension in his body begins to melt, yet you donât pull away from his back.
âhowâs your jaw feeling?â you whisper, looking at his face with deep concern and care.
âhurts like a bitch but the ice makes it feel a little better,â he returns your gaze, his voice now soft and tender.
you laugh softly at his language, carefully wrapping his hand in a bandage. he watches you work your magic, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.
âwhat..?â you ask slowly, eyes flicking back up to his face.
ânever thought iâd have a clown dress my wounds for me,â you can almost hear the smirk in his tone, causing you to yet again roll your eyes at his antics.
âi think vogue would take me on if i went looking like this, front cover and everything,â you smile as you speak and Mike begins to laugh again.
âoh totally.. what pose would you do? or would you just juggle?â he retorts, causing a few giggles to escape your lips.
you finish bandaging him up and fall into a fit of giggles as Michael begins to imitate different poses typically seen on fashion magazines. behind the two of you, little footsteps can be heard. Elizabeth slowly makes her way down and your laughter dies down slightly.
áŻâ i never missed you (maybe just a little bit.)
where ochako uraraka is trying to digest all of her trauma from the previous school year while also trying to understand why her ex boyfriend wonât even look at her.
or
where katsuki bakugo claims everything is fine and that what happened during the previous school year was just apart of being a hero while also trying to digest his true feelings over what had happened.
ochakoâs point of view.
authorâs note: i love kacchako so much and they r literally my otp so have chapter one of this!?
masterlist.
everyone deals with grief differently, and everyone has someone to grieve. for example, mina had delved into her world of dance to distract her from the realities of midnightâs sacrifice. sato had baked so much that he might as well open a bakeryâ it worked out well because every refugee shelter in japan needed more necessities and every person in class oneâ 2A was willing to help deliver them.
heroâs dynamight and uravity were delivering boxes of baked goods from sato and clothes made by the support course and yaomomo. everyone had to leave in partners just incase, but the war had long since ended. ochako always tried to start conversations with bakugo, but heâd always brush her off. sheâd requested to change partners multiple times, but she was always denied. she wished she could crawl into bakugoâs mind, somehow understand what he was thinking. she gave it up as a bad job after a while.
they flew in silence, all that could be heard was bakugoâs explosions that were keeping him up. she wasnât sure what to say; itâs not like heâd reply to her anyway. instead of being sad or upset about this fact, she feels frustration build up inside of her. sheâd tried so hard to try a build them back up, it was like a switch inside of him had flipped.
she stares ahead, determined to get this job over with.
it had been a particularly long night of patrol, her coming back at around 2am to katsuki sat on the couch on his phone. at the sound of the dorm building door open, his head shoots up.
âyouâre two hours late.â
âi got caught up trying to find a little boyâs mother,â
âi thought someone had taken you. i know you can handle yourself but you know how dangerous it is with all of the villains out there and shit,â
thunder crackles in the background and ochakoâs face softens as she approaches him. although katsukiâs face seemed emotionless, she couldnât help but notice the slight tremor of his body and the way his eyes were sick with worry. it reminded her that he cared, despite the front that he put on. dropping her head piece, she pulls him into a tight embrace. he clings onto her desperatelyâ like heâs afraid sheâll disappear from his grasp.
it was only them inside of the universe, and sheâd gladly keep it that way until she died. even then, the stars theyâd create would never be too far apart. theyâd shine for each other, with each other. future astrologers would look up at their twinkling lights and marvel at their beauty. she was so certain.
lightening strikes and thunder boomsâ suddenly ochako is falling from the sky like an angel falls from grace.
it startled her, causing her to tap her fingers together to release her from her gravity-defying quirkâ she hadnât assessed the situation at all and now she was falling. and bakugo was diving. his warm body collides with her shaking one and he wraps a tight arm around her waist. she holds onto him as he uses his explosions to manoeuvre them to safety. her heart almost beats out of her chest and she canât tell whether itâs from panic, anxiety, or a secret third thing.
they land in an alley, the supplies thankfully in one piece, floating gracefully beside them. despite them landing, katsuki doesnât budge. he keeps his tight hold on her waist and she lets himâ ochako lets him. they stay like that for a few moments, eternity, listening to each otherâs heart beats, copying each otherâs breathing pattern. twinkling at the same rate. completely synced.
bakugoâs the first to pull away, of course.
thunder grumbles in the background as rain slices their skin. theyâre completely soaked, yet they still stand there in the alley, unspeaking with so much to say. he lifts up some bags and she mirrors him.
âthe shelter isnât that far of a walk from here,â
ochako blinks, and suddenly sheâs back in the dorms.
sheâs decided that katsukiâs embrace is her favourite place to be. itâs like summerâs afternoon sun, golden and joyful. it creates a ball of warmth deep inside her chest, enveloping her heart and causing it to do flips. and they always seemed to last for infinity.
they were in her dorm, her head resting on his chest as they co-exist together. she listens to his beating heart and feels his chest rise and fall. the pros were preparing for the war to begin very soon, and this would be one of the last times theyâd be able to stay like this until the fighting began. both were determined to persevere through this war and win, even if it killed them.
ochako decides she wouldnât mind dying in katsukiâs arms if it meant feeling his warmth.
âif you get scared you can hold my hand,â katsuki says teasingly, though ochako knows better than to assume heâs joking.
âi think youâll be needing to grab mine more,â she giggles and he rolls his eyes in amusement.
âabsolutely not, iâll be too busy exploding the shitheads to hold your hand anyways,â he grumbles, causing her to laugh harder.
âso i canât hold your hand if i get scared?â she asks, trying to catch him out. his eyes widen.
âno thatâs not what i meant pink cheeks!! donât go twisting my words!!â he pouts in a playful anger and she clutches her sides as she watches katsukiâs face heat up in a flustered false fury.
another strike of lightening crackles and ochako flinches.
bakugo opens the door of the shelter, walking straight in and not bothering to keep the door open for her. she pushes it open herself and places the bags down at the entrance, hurrying over to ryukyu as sheâs the pro who protects the shelter. the two make quiet conversation as bakugo begrudgingly begins to unpack all of the items that they had carried here.
a cold shiver runs up ochakoâs spine and she comes to the sudden realisation that sheâs soaked due to the rain and currently dripping onto the floor of the entrance. ryukyu simply laughs at her embarrassment and offers the two to stay the night at the shelter as it may be too dangerous to go out in the harsh conditions. ochako looks back at bakugo and agrees when she sees his slight nod of acknowledgement.
bakugo hated the rain.
ochako limps across the rubble: her suit, hair, and body drenched with the relentless rain. she doesnât know what to do. himiko toga had just sacrificed her own life to save herâs. she was so youngâ the same age as ochako. uravity was supposed to save people, but she couldnât even save one teenage girl.
exhaustion overwhelms her as she manages to reach the main fight and she collapses to the ground, trying to look up at the scene around her. trying to find her kat. she carefully pushes herself up, trying to get further in. she sees deku in the sky, fighting for his life, for safety, against any villain who may threaten his path. then she sees him. her stupid, angry, explosive, wonderful boyfriend. she sees the light of his star go out.
katsuki hated the rain.
they are taken to their room for the night. itâs small, and thereâs only one bed, but they were no strangers to sharing one. bakugo goes straight to the bathroom, opting to get changed into the spare clothes they were given in there. she peels off her own wet clothes, placing them on the radiator and getting changed promptly before laying down on the bed. the bathroom door clicks open and bakugo walks out, placing his clothes beside her own.
âi can sleep on the floor if you need me to pink cheeks,â he mumbles, his face void of any hints to what he was truly thinking.
she smiles softly and shakes her head in amusement. âi donât bite, kaâ bakugo,â she catches herself just in time.
bakugo walks towards the bed, laying down on the edge, facing away from ochako. she turns her body to look at him, only to be met with his back. she nervously wraps an arm around his middle, and seeing him relax causes her to move closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
and for a moment, despite everything, it was like the war had never happened.
everyone in class 1A was admitted to the hospital once the war was over, some only stayed for a few hoursâ others had to stay for up to a week. it was the longest week of ochakoâs life.
since she wasnât supposed to leave her room, and only family were allowed to visit, she has no way of knowing if her kat was okayâ no way of knowing if the star that inspired her was still burning brightly. she was terrified, a constant state of panic and anxiety.
when she was released, and settled back into the dorms, she immediately went to katsukiâs room. she knocked gently (just incase, sheâd never want to wake him) and waited for him to open the door.
âwhat?â katsuki opens the door. his face is unreadable and he can barely look at her in her eyes. he sounded soâ rude. harsh. cold. not like her katsuki anymore.
âi wanted to check on you, i havenât seen you since.. and i needed to know you were okay!â ochako says sweetly, her voice not as full as life as it used to be.
âiâm fine,â he says bluntly, shutting the door in her face.
ochako stands staring at the door, surprise written all over her face. she doesnât know what to do. she walks down the hall in a stunned silence, horrified at the interaction. she chalked it up to the war still being fresh in his mind, and she knew that people had different ways to copeâ like minaâs dancing and satoâs bakingâ but she never for a second thought that her katsuki would shut her out. she decided to give him the space he needed, of course.
but eventually, slowly but surely, everything was becoming normal again. she was back to hanging out with deku, iida, todoroki, tsu and yaomomo and bakugo was back with âhis idiotsâ as he would call them. but bakugoâs attitude towards her never changed. it was radio silence from his side. he wouldnât even look in her directionâ it was like she had a disease.
then they read the patrol assignments, and hope swelled in her heart. maybe, just maybe, theyâd be able to burn as bright as they used to. his neutral face didnât change, but yaomomo swears she saw the corners of his mouth twitch up ever so slightly when he read their names.
on their first patrol, it was raining.
the light pattering on rain against the window was heard as the two laid together. simply existing. ochako decides that she would willingly die this way like she did just last year. his warmth consumes her, burning into her skin.
âwhy wonât you look at me?â she asks gently, anxiouslyâ as if he would break if she was any louder. she feels him tense underneath her.
âbecause all i see is the girl covered in blood staring at me in horror in my final momentsâ
authorâs note: you know the drill by now!! i listened to adrianne lenker and it came to me.. both parts have been received really well and i thank you all for that!! you guys have been so sweet<3 this oneâs a little shorter, sorry about thatttt!
masterlist.
when you were little, you didnât understand why toby was different. you thought what was happening to him was normal, that it happened to everyone. the other kids would bully him, calling him awful names, his least favourite âticking tobyâ. it made you angry. it wasnât fair, and you decided from that day on that you would always be tobyâs friend.
as you got older, you slowly began to realise the reality of the situation. toby was drowning, and you were determined to help him float. you thought you were making progress, and he had one person on each arm trying to pull him out of the water. you and his sister, lyra.
lyra died, and he plunged deeper into the dark depths of the ocean.
you werenât sure if you were able to pull him out this time. you tried, of course you did, but he was beginning to pull you down with him. you couldnât let him do that.
you shut your journal, opting to ignore the situation. you shouldnât think about it for too long or it will become too real. but the handwriting was so clearly tobyâs, and the message is only something heâd obviously understand. you open the journal again, flicking through every page. nothing. he had left you nothing. now, you werenât even sure if what you had seen was real in the first place. you can feel the tall manâs stareâ goosebumps attack your skin. nothing.
looking into the mirror is like looking at a painting someone has made of you. itâs so clearly a perception of you, but is it the real one? you werenât sure. you needed to shower, and you needed to get dressed. everything is normal. nobody is dead. nobody is dead. nobody is dead.
the hot water scalds your skin, but you bear it. soap glides across your body, cleansing you of any blood that was on your handsâ no. you shampoo your hair thoroughly, closing your eyes in relief as you finally get to relax. but the water begins to feel thicker, heavier. it felt stickier tooâ like a sweet syrup. you open your eyes. all you can see is a dense, dark red liquid. you donât open your mouth, but you wish to scream. in an attempt to get out of the shower, you grip the sides and begin to get out. you move too quick.
thereâs a loud thud, then silence.
you gasp for air, desperately trying not to drown. your eyes shoot open and your body moves quicker than you can think. the lights are too bright and the covers are itchy and your gown is clinging to your body. thereâs an IV drip connected to you, a heart monitor beeping softly beside you.
confusion wracks at your brain, hammering at it and giving you a headache.
you think youâre in the hospital, but you can never be too sure. trying to remember what happened made your head swim. swimming not drowning. you remember water, and that was it.
a nurse walks in, his eyes widening when he sees youâre awake. he pokes his head back outside, asking a passerby to get a doctor to room 13 before coming back in. he faces you at eye-level, leans in slightly and attempts to make eye contact with you. you look away. you hated eye contact.
âa doctor will be here soon, do you know your name?â he asks smoothly. you nod, telling him your name. your voice is hoarse, and youâd come to the realisation you were dehydrated and hungry. how long had you been drowning for?
a woman in a white coat comes rushing in and you stare her down. âiâm doctor honey, iâve been your doctor since you arrived,â she says and you continue with your staring.
âhow long have i been here exactly?â
âyou arrived two days ago, you really did hit your head hard. how is it feeling?â
âlike someoneâs taken a jackhammer and is hammering it into my skull,â
her laugh is sharp but warm, it brings a soft smile to your face. she whispers something to the nurse and he hurries off quickly. doctor honey sits in a chair beside your bed, aiding you to sit up and giving you a pathetic, flimsy plastic cup of water.
âdo you remember what happened before you got here?â you shake your head no. you want to rest your voice, it hurts. everything hurts. your body is screaming at you to succumb to another slumber. you deny it of itâs right.
âat first, your mother thought youâd fallen in the shower. but under further inspection, we concluded that you had suffered blunt force trauma to the head through someone hitting you with the hilt of a toolâ like an axe or a shovel.â
your eyes widen in shock, but your eyelids grow heavy so you immediately rest them. doctor honeyâs face flashes with sympathy, and you suddenly realise this is a lot deeper than just seeing things.
âah! jack! thank you for bringing me these dear, you can go take your break,â the nurse, who you now know as jack, rolls in a cart filled with different things that you donât recognise. he smiles at you before taking his leave, quietly thanking doctor honey as he leaves.
âheâs an apprentice, you see. he only comes here on tuesdays because heâs in med school. heâs going to be an amazing doctor one day,â
you listen to her rambles, thankful for the distraction as she begins to check your head for wounds and change the plasters and wires and bags that have been keeping you alive for the past few days. you think you see the tall man in the corridor, the corner of your eye his favourite place, but he disappears when you look properly.
you think of toby, and what he would say. he always hated hospitals. they were always too bright, too clean, too empty, too sad, too dull, too cold. there was always something. youâd always go with him, even when you were kids and you had to get shots. you hated needles. youâd hold each otherâs hand and squeeze your eyes shut tight as it went in, only to be removed shortly after and you not feel a thing. perhaps you shouldâve been afraid of the monsters underneath your bed instead of needles. after all, theyâre the only things that will truly hurt you.
you think further back, thinking of the warm, golden sun of a summer once lived. playing in the back garden with toby was the only thing you wanted to do. you were in this small doctorâs outfit, tending to tobyâs âwoundsâ (you had told him to pretend to break his leg) and finding him some sticks for crutches. he kept his fake cast on the whole day, and he wore it with pride. he even had you and lyra sign it. part of you wonders if he still has itâ the other part knows it probably burned a long with his dad and the rest of the house.
doctor honey shines a light in your eyes and snaps you out of your trance, causing you to jump back in surprise. she apologises profusely, you forgive her, and she goes back to her check up. it must feel rewarding to be a doctorâ youâd try if it wasnât for all the blood. psychologist wouldnât be so bad though. maybe you could teach people how to swim.
guys i donât think im going to be able to finish part 3 for today but i promise itâs coming đ
for now, listen to half return by adrianne lenker and make up your own theories on whatâs going to happen next!<3
also !! thank you all SOSOSOSO much for all the love youâve been giving me?? when i first posted âeverything eats and is eatenâ , i wasnât expecting even half as much support than i have received and im so glad you guys have enjoyed it so much đ€
authorâs note: like two people requested a part two and that was enough for me to make one! iâd like to thank you for all the love iâm getting on the first one btw?? like hello?? i was not expecting it to reach more than like 10 people im ngl⊠also this is inspired by two reverse by adrianne lenker bc ofc it is
masterlist. , part three.
you slept in lateâ you always do during the summer. your mother never tends to bother you though, and she definitely doesnât shake you awake with a panicked expression. you look at her with sleepy eyes, exasperated.
âwhat is so important that you decided to wake me so violently?â
âsomething terrible has happened.â
your eyes shoot open, like a light has been shined into them. your mother stops shaking you, opting to sit on the edge of your bed instead. that feeling from the before overwhelms you as your heart jumps into your throat. you donât move. you donât say anything. you donât even breathe. you canât.
âtobyâs missing, and his fatherâs dead. the police believe that toby has done it but..â
she trails off, searching for something, anything in your expression.
you jump as drops of water fall down your face, their salty taste causing you to frown.
âis there a leak?â
your mother doesnât reply with words, but her actions speak a million for her. she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her tightly, like sheâll never let go.
more droplets roll down your faceâ where is this water coming from?
an hour ticks by and your eyes feel like theyâre on fire, burning you simply for existing. is this what hell is like? you push away from your mother. pity is written all over her face. or is it grief?
guilt consumes you, feeds on you. you knew something was wrong yesterday. you felt it eating away at your very core, your soul. it starved you of finding any way out of this endless rabbit hole of shame. he had told you he was going to do it, yet you did nothing to stop him. why didnât you believe him?
you were still in yesterdayâs clothesâ you were too tired to change last night. grabbing at the sides of the hoodie, you pull it tighter to your body, bringing him closer to you. why didnât you stop him?
your mother stays close by your side as you both make your way down the stairs. you donât brush your hair. you donât brush your teeth. you donât even breathe. why canât you breathe? keep walking.
you mindlessly sit down on the couch when thereâs three intimidating knocks on the door. your mother gets it, and suddenly thereâs three people in the same uniform asking you too many questions.
name? age? how do you know toby? when did you last see toby? why canât you breathe?
you answer their questions the best you can while trying to seem as calm as you can. but youâre shaking, and your voice is wobbly. your mother brings the people in uniform some tea, and you some water.
one sip. two sips. three sips. glass shards on the floor. your mother apologises to the uniformed people profusely and begins to clean up your mess. you donât move. you donât even breathe.
the room is silent, and everything feels cold. your house barely feels cold, your mother always turns the heating up so high that she might as well be cooking you alive. so what was different?
the uniformed people leave after while, but they say theyâll be back. your mother shuts the door and locks it behind her. she doesnât speak to you. she doesnât even look at you. out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall shadow looming menacingly in the corner.
you wish to drown.
abandoning your seat on the couch, you make your way back up the stairs and lay on your bed. you figured if you laid there long enough, your body would decompose and youâd be nothing but ash and bone on top of the sheets. never breathing.
a knock on your window breaks your train of thought.
you sit up abruptly, staying still for a moment to allow your body to adjust to the change. hesitantly, you stand up and make your way to your window, looking outside. a dark figure could be seen outside, carrying what seemed to be an axe of sorts..? perhaps even hatchet. it was hard to see from your window.
the curious figure gestures to you, and then the door. they want you to let them in. out of the corner of your eye, you see it. the shadow. you swing your head around but itâs gone. are you going crazy? no.
you turn back to look out of the window again only to see the dark figure gone too. maybe.
you donât breathe as you walk towards your bed. you donât breathe as you get under the covers. you donât breathe as you hide underneath them. maybe he had the right idea; maybe the tall man was coming for you now that he had toby.
is it that you are drowning?
getting out of bed after a sleepless slumber was useless, but realising things in your bedroom had moved around was even worse.
it was the small things you noticed first. like your red sweater was on the floor when itâs supposed to be on your clothing rack. maybe it fell off in the night? donât be an idiot. some of your jewellery was missing. papers on your desk had been moved. your journal was left wide open with a pen on top of it. and you canât breathe.
authorâs note: this wasnât a request i just rlly wanted to write this. itâs inspired by the song ingydar by adrianne lenker bc ive been rlly into their songs recently! also ive seen the creepypasta hcs req, im working on it!!
masterlist. , part two
despite being friends with toby for so long, you hated going to his house. it was always cold, and the air felt tense. your mother was friends with tobyâs mother, connie, so youâd been to his house quite a few times now. this time shouldnât feel different, but it does.
your heart jumps to your throat, and you break out into a cold sweat. anxiously, you knock on the door. something was wrong. your gut was screaming at you to run the other wayâ but you couldnât leave toby alone. you needed to know that he was okay.
the shouts from inside quieten down, and you can hear shuffling from behind the door. you hold your breath as each latch is undone, waiting in anticipation for the gates of hell to open. the air seems to still as the door knob twists.
you sigh in relief as connieâs kind face peaks through the crack of the door, and she opens it wide enough to allow you to sneak through. she offers you up a kind smile and nothing more before pointing you upstairs.
the steps creak as you walk up them, your heartbeat quickening. you grip onto the railings to try and provide yourself some support as your body shakes. a cool breeze sweeps itself through the house, though it feels like a harsh wind as it whistles.
knock five times in that specific pattern and the door will always open. like a secret password, but safer because nobody remembers knock patterns unless they mean something. only this time, your password didnât work. you call out to himâ no reply. you press your ear against the door, cupping it to try and receive any sign of life.
nothing. not even shuffling.
you try the door and itâs locked. of course itâs locked. you try it more harshly, shaking the door in a desperate effort to break it open. nothing. you let go, sitting on the floor and leaning your back against the cold wood of the door. everything in this house felt cold.
you flip your phone open, checking your messages. nothing. you check the date and time nextâ you werenât late, nor were you early, and you hadnât shown up on the wrong day. you look across the hall. connieâs dull eyes stare back at you. or something behind you.
you slowly stand back up, trying the door again. open.
tobyâs room was a mess. it always has been. you pick up any clothes obstructing your path as you walk into the room, dumping them into his overflowing laundry basket. you make a mental note to bring it downstairs once youâre done.
turning to his bed, you stare at his silhouette curled in on itself underneath the covers. an occasional twitch or jerk gives his hiding place away, but if you didnât know any better youâd assume there was a pile of soft toys under there. you sit on the edge, careful not to disrupt is position in fear of making him worse.
âtoby?â your voice is gentle, soft. his head slowly peaks out from under the covers, his deep brown eyes wide with fear. you notice now that heâs shaking.
âheâs coming to get me, and heâll get you too, you have to hide, quickly,â he whispers with genuine alarmâ you gasp as he grips onto you tightly. he opens the covers to allow you to get under with him, and you comply to allow him some peace of mind.
âwhoâs coming to get us, toby?â
âthey all tried to call me crazy, dear old dad even told me that heâll send me away, but you believe me, donât you? you believe that the tall man will take us, right?â
suddenly youâre six years old and hiding under the bed with your best friend. heâs telling you that the tall man is going to get you both if you if he sees you, so you must stay under the bed to hide from him. you believe your best friend, of course, because why wouldnât you?
maybe youâre eleven, and tobyâs pulling you into his closet because the tall man is standing near his bed and you have to hide or else heâll take you away. this time, you try to leave the closet. you hate tight spaces. but toby is so insistent and he continues to pull you backâ his grip on you is so tight youâre convinced itâs going to bruise.
now youâre 17, and youâre under the covers with your best friend as he begs you to beleive him. but you say nothing. what can you say in this situation? after all, you were aware of tobyâs mental state. you chalked it up to years of verbal abuse from not just his peers during his short time at school, but from his own bloodâ his father. the âtall manâ he was seeing was simply a manifestation of how he sees his father. a large, intimidating man who is going to take everything away from him.
you slowly lift off the covers, much to tobyâs horror. he begins to shake more vigorously, his twitching becoming more frequent, almost urgent. you still. he pulls you back down harshly and vigorously pulls the covers back over the both of you.
âare you trying to get us killed? heâs not afraid to hurt us you know?! youâre absolutely crazy..â
youâre taken aback by his words; you choose to stay silent before you say something you regret. youâre scared to breathe.
seconds tick by and soon they become minutes, and minutes evolve into hours. his vigorous shaking calms to gentle tremorsâ his jerking becomes less frequent. he seems calm. tense, but calm.
âiâm going to kill him,â
nevermind.
âkill who? the tall man?â
âno. but the tall man is going to help me,â
he zones out again, you donât pressure him to answer your questionâ or maybe youâre just too afraid of the answer. whatever the reason, you go about the rest of the day as normal. you turn on the tv and watch shitty horror movies to make fun of the protagonists until itâs 5pm, and by then itâs time for you to go.
connie looks surprised when toby steps out of his room behind youâ the first expression youâve seen her make in a while. he never tends to walk you out of the house, but he made a point to do it this time. as you opened the door, rain attacks all of your senses, and a shiver runs up your spine.
âtake this,â
toby drops his hoodie ontop of your head, laughing at your shocked expression. despite this, you put it on, rolling up the sleeves slightly and pull the hood over your head.
âiâll return it tomorrow, 8am sharp as always i promise,â
âthatâs alright, iâve got loads anyways, iâll see you another time alright?â
you wave goodbye, and you hear the door shut behind you. the tight feeling in your chest returns. dread.
â Iâm Victoria Smith and this is your twelve oâclock news. A family home has been burned to the groundâ the father dead, the mother spared, and the son missing. â
i think u mean my req..??? :sweat: but , , , if its not just ignore.. :P
ok so , , , imagine that we were like bestfriends with micheal since childhood,, idk teen or adult. u pick !!! but basically as u guys hnag out, you suddenly admire his looks, or personality ,, etc.. but then u realize:: "oh shit... do i have feelings for him?"
so likeits been maybe 2 weeks and u build up the courage to like confess , , , but then he rejects u ,, and he says "uhmm. i dont feel the same. but can we still be friends?" biting back tears from ur eyes u say ok but then as u guys still hang out ,,, he then realizes.. "wait,,, shes actually kinda cute."
then as ur hang outs become frequent , he finaly confesses,, yip yip horayy!!
in which reader and mike are childhood friends and nothing more⊠right?
authorâs note: hiii iâm so sorry i deleted ur request before.. (iâm still working out how to do these mbbb) iâm also very sorry this took so long, iâve been rlly busy with school! also iâve had so much trouble replying to this request itâs genuinely insane like⊠it was a targeted attack im convinced.
masterlist.
every day from 1pm until 3pm you and michael would race to the treehouse in his back garden. then at 10 it became every other day. and at 13 it became twice a week. now youâre 16 and itâs every friday.
âthree⊠two⊠one⊠go..!â the two of you run at the treehouse. you race past him, propelling yourself forward as he shouts british insults at you. just as youâre about to win, strong, rough hands grab at your waist and lift you up, forcing a loud squeal to erupt from your mouth. you kick your legs up, trying to get out of his tight grip.
âmichael afton!! put me down!!â you yell out, squirming in his hold. his laughter is clear from behind you and it caused you to falter in your attempts at escape. angelic was the only way to describe it. it was a sweet sound, just like honey⊠and it caused your cheeks to flush.
âflustered are we?â michael asks, chuckling as he spins you around so your hands are pressed against his chest. a million thoughts rush to your head all at one, none of them able to explain the feeling that consumed you right now. you stumble of your words, trying to string together a sentence while assessing your situation. he stares down at you with a cocky smirk on his face and all you want to do is kiss it right off.
wait. kiss? kiss michael? i mean sure, youâd thought of it a few times before but.. no. you could never. you canât ruin your 16 year old friendship over a feeling as big as this. but what if he felt the same?
you needed to prepare before confessing, obviously. you couldnât just dive into things, then youâd definitely get rejected.
âhellooo? i thought i lost you there dumbass,â michael says teasingly. you smile up at him before you both make your way up into the treehouse.
two weeks later and youâre at school. youâre nervous. so nervous. you slip a letter into michaelâs locker and you wait. the whole day youâre on the edge of your seat, waiting and waiting and waiting.
leaving the school building at the end of the day. searching for the boy youâve loved for so long, the boy youâve confessed to. only to see him with another girl. she was gorgeous.
her wavy, beautiful silk her is slightly messed up from where michael is grabbing it as they kiss. her eyes close and their lips meet. the sound of your heart shattering. the pieces of it drop to the floor and melt into the ground. you donât say anything. you canât. so you walk away, tears falling down your face.
your telephone keeps ringing. itâs a loud, drilling sound and youâre so close to throwing it out of your bedroom window. but you donât. it rings non-stop as the tears just keep on streaming down your face. you knew you werenât a saint, but you didnât deserve a heartbreak so harsh. you decide not even the devil deserves such a fate. maybe thatâs what made so evil?
thereâs a knock on the front door and you make no move to get it. you havenât left your bedroom, opting to lay in bed and pretend you never existed. your bedroom door begins to open but you still donât move.
âplease go away mum, iâm fine.â
âi donât recall being your mother, sheâs a very nice lady though.â
you shoot up from your bed. eyes wide, mouth agape. what the fuck?
âmichaelâ iâ what are you doing here?â
he doesnât say anything at first so you take a moment to digest the situation. michael afton was standing in your doorway with a rose in his hand. he looks smug as always and even after he broke your heart, you want to kiss the cocky smirk off of his face.
âi mean when a girl doesnât answer your calls, youâve gotta take matters into your own hands,â he sits on the edge of your bed, looking at you. despite his confident look, thereâs a feeling of guilt so clear in his beautiful blue eyes.
âi think that means the girl wants you to leave her alone to be quite honest,â
âi have to disagree with you there, the blush on her face says otherwise,â
your eyes widen and you pull the covers over your face in a weak attempt to hide what heâs already seen. you can hear him chuckling, despite the barrier between you, and it causes a small smile to creep onto your face. the covers move and suddenly heâs underneath them, looking at you face to face.
âlisten, iâm terrible with words as youâre well aware, but i donât want to lose you over this. i didnât realise the letter was from youâ if i did i wouldnât have even kissed that girl! iâm so sorry you had to see that, but youâve always been such a good friend to me and i just donât want to ruin this,â
your eyes widen for the second time that day as you simply stare back at him. you werenât expecting such a thing to come from him likeâ ever. he tends not to be the most sincere person, especially when it comes to apologies. youâve witnessed it so many times with so many other girls. but this time it felt different, like you actually meant something to him. like he genuinely believed what he said. it made you believe it too.
âyou donât even like me that way michael, if you did then you wouldnât have kissed that girl. why try to win me over if you donât even want me?â
it was his turn for wide eye and rosy cheeks. he clearly wasnât anticipating such a reply, and it brought a great deal of satisfaction to you that he finally wasnât prepared. his face softens, and he looks at you so delicately, so tenderly, like you might break if he says the wrong thing.
you both stay like that for a while. full body under the covers, simply existing. if you closed your eyes, you could imagine everyday like this. just the two of you. perfect bliss.
âi kissed her but i wanted it to be you,â
âwhat?â
âevery girl iâve dated. i cared for them of course, but not the way i care for you,â
you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words to say. nothing comes to mind.
âi thought youâd never like me, so i pushed those feelings down so i didnât ruin our friendship. i know now that i only made it worse and im so, so sorââ
you gently grab his face and your lips meet his. the kiss is soft, gentle, and it gets your feelings across perfectly.
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