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(゚∀゚≡゚∀゚)イ I was looking through my old painting folders and remembered that these were actually my first embarrassing dark souls 3 fan arts that I actually didn’t want to share…. haha.

*shares anyway and hides in cave*

post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU
What Happens In Vegas: The Final Part

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 2,101

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.

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We'll Be Okay (Barry Allen X Reader) (Smut)

Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader
Word Count: 5,736
Prompt: “Today was the first family gathering I’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin (niece, in my fic) that absolutely adored you asked where you were and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again¨
For: myself lmaooo
Author’s Note: this is EXPLICIT!! contains (pretty poorly written) smut!! don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that!!

You fidgeted anxiously with the sleeves of your sweater, mentally begging your family to understand that Barry wasn’t coming.

Luckily for you, they seemed to get the message when after ten minutes had passed, you remained alone (Barry was never more than ten minutes late, and since he hadn’t shown up yet…well, they knew what that meant).

Unluckily for you, one member of your family didn’t seem to get the memo.

“__y/n__! __y/n__!” Your youngest niece, Maddie, tugged at the hem of your shirt until you picked her up, settling her on your hip.

“What’s up, munchkin?” You asked, trying to press a kiss to her nose and frowning when she pulled away from you. She wrinkled her eyebrows at you and peered over your shoulder.

“Where’s Bawwy?”

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to tell her? “He broke up with me, you’re probably never gonna see him again” would break her little heart.

“He, uh, couldn’t make it today.” You offered up reluctantly.

Her lower lip quivered as she pouted. “But Bawwy never misses my birthday!”

“I know, honeybun, I’m sorry. He had work stuff to deal with today.” A total lie.

She looked like she was about to cry for a moment, and you panicked internally. If she started crying, there was not a doubt in your mind that you would cry too. And you really didn’t feel like breaking down in front of your family members, not today, of all days.

You hadn’t wanted to come today, it would’ve been your five year anniversary with Barry, but your sister had begged you to come, for Maddie’s sake.

“Can I spend the night with you and Bawwy this weekend?” She asked hopefully, and you didn’t know what to say.

Barry had moved out of your apartment two months ago, after he told you that he had to “get away from you”. He didn’t even give you a reason aside from that, and instead gave you one last, lingering kiss before gathering up his stuff and leaving the apartment.

You didn’t go to work for the next week, unable to do anything but wallow in your misery. Barry, the love of your life, the man you were so sure you were going to marry, had broken up with you without a second thought.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” Fuckfuckfuck, that was not what you meant to say.

“Yay! Thank you, auntie!” She squealed excitedly and scrambled out of your arms, running over to her mom and telling her the good news.

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Redemption - Barry Allen x Reader

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader is a meta-human who has send to kill flash but she fail because she falls in love with barry


Shaking from the cold, you waited in the dark alley as the snow fell softly around you. You glanced at your watch before hugging yourself, trying to stay warm. 

“You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” a voice asked from behind you. You jumped in surprise, spinning to face the source of the voice. 

“Yes,” you answered softly, glancing around you. “Can we get this over with?” Holding out your hand, you glared at the owner of the voice. 

“Like to get right to business, I see?” the voice spoke before laying a file folder in your hand. “Your target is a meta human in Central City. They call him the Flash, because he has super speed. We believe your powers could easily end him.” 

You looked through the folder, pausing at the photo of the Flash inside. He looked kind of cute, but you pushed that feeling aside, nodding to your employer. “It will be done,” you promised before marching off through the snow. You opened the file folder to glance at the picture again. “The Flash…” you whispered to yourself in wonder. 


For several days, you hid out in Central City and watch the Flash work. You watched as he saved three children from being hit by a runaway car, stopped a bank robbery, and the list went on and on. He didn’t seem to have any ill intentions, appearing as if he wanted to use his powers for good rather than evil as you have done with yours.

It wasn’t your fault though, not completely. When you first got your powers, they were out of control. You had almost killed your entire family and all of your friends. From then on, you were on the run, never living in one place for more than six months, less if it seemed like you would be found. You started taking the assassination jobs in hopes you would find the ones who did this to you. 

Yet, killing the Flash was harder than the rest. He was a force of good, helping people with no purpose or reason besides selflessness. Over the days you spent watching him, you overheard how he talked to people. He was kind and funny, making wise cracks and jokes all the time. His very presence made people smile.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you didn’t have the heart to kill him, but you had to go through with it. You needed the money to keep yourself hidden from the world for another month. 

Despite your feelings, you set forth a plan to kill the Flash of Central City. 


Barry Allen was walking home after having a cup of coffee with Iris at Jitters when he heard the explosion. It knocked him off his feet as all the windows on the block shattered around him. People’s screams filled the air, smoke rising from the warehouse district of town. 

Catching his breath, Barry didn’t waste a moment before changing into his costume and zooming towards the origin of the smoke. He sent a quick message to Star Labs, letting them know he was going to investigate. 

Barry skidded to a stop when he arrived to see a blazing warehouse. Fire trucks’ sirens blared in the distance as Barry took in the situation. In one of the second story window, he could make out a silhouette of a woman.   

Without a hesitation, Barry zoomed up the wall of the warehouse and through the glass of the window. “Hello, does anybody here need saving?” he shouted. 

Suddenly, a presence appeared behind him. “Yes, there is,” a voice echoed emotionlessly. “But it’s not who you would think.” 

Barry spun around, only to catch a glimpse of the person’s hair and body shape before he was suddenly blasted out of the warehouse. He crashed through the burning wall, then another wall to land in the warehouse across the street from the burning one. Barry let out a groan of pain, wincing when he realized his leg was broken. 

“Shit,” he hissed, trying to access the damage. He would heal soon, but would it be soon enough?

“You are the Flash, are you not?” the woman asked, appearing by his side. Barry found his gaze being fixed upon her, dazzled by her beauty. 

“Yes, who are you?” Barry gasped as he tried to move his leg. “I’m only trying to help you.” He held up a hand in peace. 


You took a step towards him, feeling rotten about what you had done. However, you kept going, thinking about the money you needed to survive. 

“My name doesn’t matter,” you answered coldly, taking another step towards him. “And I don’t need your help.” Allowing your powers to flow through you as you slowly increased the weight of gravity on him. Barry gasped, slamming into the ground under the pressure. 

“I can help you.” Barry continued to speak to you, despite the crushing weight on his body. “I know you’re scared, and don’t understand what is happening to you, but I can help. The same thing happened to me.” You tried to ignore him, but you found yourself drawn to his words. His eyes held a kindness you haven’t seen since you first got your powers. Your heart was starting to melt. 

You looked at him, swallowing hard as you increased the gravity a little more. Barry cried out in pain, the weight becoming unbearable. Tears grew in your eyes. “I can’t stop. I was hired to kill you, and I need that money.”

“When I first got my powers, I was lost too, but I had people to help me to get through it. I’m offering to do the same thing for you.” Barry used all of his strength to hold out a hand to you. “You don’t have to be alone.”

“I am alone,” you screamed, your pain echoing in your voice. “My family rejected me when I got these powers, because I almost killed them!” Rage made you push your powers harder, causing the entire building to groan from your added gravity. “They treated me like an animal, and locked me up. Then, they tried to sell me off as a research subject, but I ran. I will always be alone, because no one will ever accept me!” Dust and rumble fell from the ceiling as you lifted your head to let out a painful scream. 

The pressure on Barry increased causing his hand to crashed down to the floor. He moaned in pain, struggling to breathe. Even though he was in intense pain, he still tried to help you. “I’m sorry for what has happened to you, but this is not the way. These powers were given to you for a reason, so why not use them for good?” 

“There was no reason for this. These powers are a curse, given to me by some person who wanted to make my life a horror show.” You sneered with such malice that it chilled him to the bone. “I will find them, and kill them for what they did to me.” 

Barry’s thoughts were on high speed, trying to figure out a way to calm you down to stop you before you made the biggest mistake of your life by ending his. “But killing is not the way to do that. I can help you find the people who did this to you, and help you control your powers,” Barry soothed, pushing passed the pain. He looked at you with the gentlest eyes. You lost yourself in them for a moment before you fully realized what you were doing.

Staring at him in shock, you reduced the gravity on him. He gasped in relief, becoming limp on the ground. “I attack you with the purpose to kill you, but you offer to help me.” You frowned at him as a fuzzy feeling grew in your chest. Tears were sliding down your cheeks now, uncontrollable. You couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to help you, or showed you any kindness. Burying your face in your hands, you began to sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” 

Doing his best to stand up, Barry got to his feet while balancing on his one good leg. He hopped over to you before gently wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.” 

You returned his hug tightly, burying your face into the shoulder of his costume. It was the first time in a long time someone had held you. You were unaware of what you had just started, but somehow you knew your life was never going to be the same again.

Hercules (Reader X Jughead)

Request : no, my idea

warning: NONE!

A/N: man I was watching the whole movie while writing this, but because I was writing I missed majority of the movie. As a result I watched it again, haha.

but I really hope you guys like it! I absolutely love this movie till no end.BTW fun fact about me, I used the term Aromantic because I’m Aromantic. So I thought I’d tell you guys. if you don’t know what romantic is, it’s: An aromantic person is someone who doesn’t experience romantic attraction. 

anyway, Hopefully you like this and You find no mistakes.( since I’m lazy atm to double check) and the Bold  parts are the song. 



Friday, my favorite day of the school week and the worst schedule of the week. The usual was going to happen, I walk with Jughead to school, have almost every class with him. Thank God because as I mentioned the schedule is terrible but I have Jughead to entertain me during every subject.

 It was finally the last period of the day, history, which I don’t mind because we’re learning about the Greek mythology. “Okay class I’ll need you all to do a project, which will be in pairs.. you’ll enjoy some movies to watch and you’ll come back to class discussing the movie you’ve watch to the class. Now I’ll be naming the groups.”our teacher informs us as she starts to look through her folder to look for the paper with the pairs .

 Name after name is called and I still wait to find out. Findlay my name comes up, “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) and… Jughead Jones.” 

 I take a quick look at Jughead a shove him with my elbow, of course Jughead being Jughead rolls his eyes but I could swear I heard him say “ thank God.”

 Casually Jughead and I wait till she comes to our table and tells us which God or Goddess we’ll be talking about. “Y/N and Jughead, you’ll be talking about Hercules and Megara.. I know Megara isn’t a Goddess but their love story is amazing in this movie! You’ll be watching Hercules the Disney movie.” 

 I hear Jughead groan while I’m literally bubbling with excitement! Jughead looks at me and shakes his head knowing how much I’m a sucker for Disney films. It’s officially the end of the day and I’m grabbing whatever books I need from the locker. 

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone. “What do you want Juggie.” 

 “ Y/N how do you always know when it’s me? Anyway, I was wondering we could watch the movie on my laptop at my home but if you think my home is a bit too small we could do it at yours.” 

 “ We can watch it at yours, i prefer your house more than mine.. your place actually feels like home, but it will have to be after 6 because I have cheer practice.” I reason with him while closing my locker. 

 “ okay sure, and how on earth does my house that literally consists of only my bed, desk, small fridge, small bathroom seem more like home than yours? I never understood why you entered to be a Vixen.”

 I laugh at his comment because I’ve told him over a hundred times that being a cheerleader would be good on my college application.

 “Trust me little Juggie, home is where the heart is.. and your drive-in house is where my heart is. Jughead, I’ve told you a million times that cheerleading would look good for college.” After our discussion, Jughead and I went our separate ways. 

As I headed towards the gym I end up meeting with Betty and Veronica. “ A little bird told me that you and our Beanie boy are going to work on the love story of Hercules and Megara.” Veronica speaks with a smile on her face. Of course I know who the little bird is because Kevin sits right in front of Jughead and I.

 “ Veronica just say it’s Kevin, besides it’s just a project.” I shrug my shoulders.

 “ yeah, but I heard it’s about the Disney movie and the movie literally is the cutest thing ever! Besides I think it will be a good movie to actually get you to admit your love for your Juggie. I totally see you as a Megara, a damsel in distress, sarcastic, and someone who doesn’t want to admit their love. Besides Jughead is in love with you, it’s obvious but you just seem to ignore any affection he shows you. ” 

 I laugh and lower my head trying to hide my face because I know if Veronica or Betty saw my pink cheeks I’ll never hear the end of it. I mumble a “whatever” and hear both of them giggle.

 “Y/N! Show them how it’s done again! These girls are going to to give me high blood pressure.” Cheryl shouts I nod my head and reshow the moves and Cheryl sits down. 

I could feel my body aching, being the co- captain can be tiring. Especially when the Captain herself isn’t helping. An hour later we are done with everything and I’m headed to Jughead’s home hoping he’ll let me take a quick shower. I knock on his door and he’s quick to open it for me.

 “ you’re on time, good job little miss perfect.” He jokes and moves to the side to allow me to enter.

 “ shut up Juggie, anyway; can I take a quick shower because Cheryl decided to murder my body once again.” He nods his head and said he’ll prepare the movie. I walk into the bathroom and start to shower. 

I’m glad that I decided months ago to leave my shampoo, razor and body wash here because I’ve noticed myself from time to time staying over at Jughead’s house. We kinda help each other out, in return I do Jughead’s laundry,iron and fold them, make him homemade food whenever we decide not to go to pop’s and help with the cleaning at his house whenever it needs cleaning. 

 When I’m done with my shower I notice that Jughead left on the toilet seat cover a towel and a shirt of his. I slip on my underwear ,the extra spandex I keep with me and his shirt. I walk out the bathroom and notice that Jughead has arranged the pillows around his bed and the laptop in front of him, with the movie ready. I I take my time walking towards the bed, but since it’s a small place it takes me seconds to reach there. I hop onto his bed and sit next to him as we start to play the movie. 

 We are now at the part when Hercules would “save” Megara and he’s all googly eyes and she’s being sarcastic. 

 “ (Y/N/N) remember when we were kids and these kids were bullying you because you were short and I came in to save you. I say our relationship is exactly like theirs.”

 I hum in response “ yeah and then I said the exact same thing she said .. that my name is (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N) that’s if i had any friends… I was new to Riverdale so I had no friends. Are you implying that you were all heart eyes when you saw me?”

 He laughs so loud that I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh that loud in my life. “ you were the most beautiful girl I have ever met at the playground, and that’s why I called you by your nickname when you said that because I knew we would be friends.” 

 I laugh and return my attention back to the movie that was still playing. Now we reached the part when Megara starts to sing the song “ I won’t say I’m in love.”

 Every word that was sung I felt the exact same way, I felt like the Muses are Veronica and Betty .. After dating Reggie and what he did.. it absolutely broke my heart, and I said I would never fall in love again.. I even considered myself for 2 years as an Aromantic. But then Jughead just always made my heart warm every time we would be together.

 [Meg] 

No man is worth the aggravation. That’s ancient history, been there, done that! 

 [Muses]

 Who’d ‘ya think you’re kiddin' 

 He’s the Earth and heaven to you 

 Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you 

 Girl, ya can’t conceal it

 We know how ya feel and 

 Who you’re thinking of 

 I automatically think of what Betty and Veronica would always tell me..

 [Meg]

 No chance, no way I won’t say it, no, no 

 I internally laugh because that’s always my response whenever Betty or Veronica say I should admit my love.

 [muses] 

You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh-oh

 [Meg] 

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

 It feels so good when you start out

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl 

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out. 

 After that verse I feel my head is screaming with joy! That finally someone or a song actually understands what’s it’s been trying to tell me. And that thinking of Jughead in a romantic way is wrong and I shouldn’t even bother.

 [muses] 

You keep on denying 

 Who you are and how you’re feeling 

 Baby, we’re not buying 

 Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

 Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up 

That ya got, got, got it bad 

 Once again Betty and Veronica’s words just keep playing … 

 [Meg]

 You’re way off base I won’t say it

 Get off my case I won’t say it 

 I feel myself now having an internal conflict That it’s true .. that I’ll actually never say whatever my heart is telling me. 

 [Muses] 

Girl, don’t be proud It’s O.K. you’re in love

 The last line of the song is the line that hit my heart like a ton of bricks.

 [Meg]

 Oh At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love 

 When the song ended I feel like my heart has been warmed, that even though I’m in love with Jughead, I’ll never say it out loud. By the end of the movie, Megara and Hercules are happy together after Hercules saves her. And I feel like crying at how much he loves Her after everything she did. 

 Officially the movie is over and I turn to Jughead to speak but Jughead had something to say. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” I could hear the doubt in his voice but ignore it and nod for him to continue.

 Suddenly, I feel his right hand grabbing my side of my face and he pulls me in and kisses me. I feel like my stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating 100 miles per hour, but all I do is kiss back and letting this moment live

. When we pull away a whisper from Jughead is said “ will you be my Meg and I your Hercules?”

A Visit To The Teacher.

Request - Happy with an art teacher?? Lots of freedom:)

I’m not sure this was exactly what you were thinking but I hope you like it all the same! :) - Red_w00dy xoxo

@beastinfordisney


Leaning back into your chair with a heavy sigh, you lifted your head to stare out at the empty classroom in front of you, with the exception of Abel Teller. You were an art teacher at the high school in Norco, California and Abel was proving to be one of your more difficult students. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any talent, in fact he was probably one of your best students, but he also had a habit of losing his temper for no apparent reason. Lately he had been drawing a lot of disturbing images during class, something that worried you which was why you were sat here after hours waiting to have a meeting with one of his emergency contacts. It wasn’t the first time, you’d had many meetings with his mother, Wendy, and his other guardian, Nero, but they had been unable to make it due to work engagements which meant they were sending someone else. A man named Happy Lowman.

A knock at the door broke you out of your train of thought, calling out a tired ‘Come in’ to whoever was in the corridor. The door opened to reveal an incredibly good looking man chewing on a toothpick, the tattoos that covered his arms making you just that little bit more attracted to him. You pushed yourself up into a standing position after Abel grunted in acknowledgement, gesturing for the man to take a seat on the chair next to you. It meant Abel couldn’t see what was on the desk in front of you, and therefore delayed the inevitable tantrum that he’d throw when he saw what you were showing his parents’ friend.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m Abel’s art teacher” You held your hand out for him to shake, wincing a little when he gripped it tightly before sitting down next to you.

“Happy,” He replied gruffly, his deep tone sending shivers down your spine as you pulled Abel’s art folder towards you. “So what has he done now? Wendy says this ain’t the first time you’ve called a meeting”

“I haven’t done shit,” Abel defended from the back of the classroom, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes narrowing in your direction. “She just enjoys getting me into trouble for no fucking reason”

“Stop swearing, kid. It ain’t big and it ain’t clever” Happy snapped, glaring at the blonde haired boy and therefore rendering him silent. You were gobsmacked. You had never seen anybody manage to shut Abel up so quickly before.

“Abel, perhaps you’d like to go to the cafeteria while me and Mr Lowman talk? Or maybe the metal workshop, I know Mr Stone is eager to talk to you about some motorcycle he’s working on” You suggested, your eyes following the lanky teenager as he pushed himself out of his chair and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“See you later, Uncle Hap. Don’t listen to anything she says, she’s full of shit” Abel scowled, squeezing the older man’s shoulder before exiting the room with the door slamming behind him.

A silence fell between you after the boy’s departure, unsure of how to start a conversation with the man next to you. Upon closer examination, he was more attractive than your first impression. His deep brown eyes were swimming with a combination of mystery and darkness and he had various scars that contrasted against his tan skin. It was his tattoos that drew you in though. The way in which they all merged into each other to decorate his body, a mixture of several different colours causing the black outline to accentuate the design perfectly. It may have been the fact you were a fan of Japanese culture but your attention was immediately captured by the lotus flowers tattooed on his wrists, confirming that they would be how the conversation started before you put a dampener on your meeting by showing him Abel’s disturbing artwork.

“Are you interested in Japanese culture then?” You said slowly, receiving a confused look from Happy in response. “I noticed you have two of them on your wrists, I just assumed…”

“Oh right,” he chuckled deeply, his gaze flitting to where his hands rested in his lap before returning to stare back at you once more. “I guess I like the spiritual meaning behind them, the whole purity and harmony stuff”

“I get that, I have a couple lotus flowers myself” You grinned, pulling your shirt back to reveal the Japanese themed sleeve tattoo that covered the majority of your right arm.

“Hey they’re pretty cool,” he commented, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull it towards him and examine your tattoos closely. “You need a few of these touching up though. Not in a mean way! I’m a tattoo artist, I notice these things”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You shrugged, covering your tattoos with your shirt once more and flipping Abel’s art coursework folder. “Anyway we’re here to discuss Abel, not my poorly done tattoos”

Happy laughed a little at your comment before falling silent at the sight of Abel’s drawings. To say they were troubling were an understatement. The pair of you spent the next fifteen minutes flipping through the folder, pausing at the more disturbing images to take in the amount of detail that had been put into them. There was one of a blonde haired man holding a gun, a cigarette dangling from his lips and blood coating his face. Another consisted of a slightly overweight man lying on a bench outside, his eye and several fingers having been removed horrifically judging by the blood and bruises that surrounded them. The most alarming one had to be his most recent piece of work though. It portrayed a thin, dark haired woman slumped against a blood splattered wall, a carving fork embedded into the top of her head whilst a considerably older woman wept in the corner, surrounded by broken crockery and a gun that lay discarded by her feet.

“As you can see, they’re pretty horrifying” You declared once you had finished looking through, slipping the folder into a drawer in your desk and turning to face the bald man, his eyebrows knitted together with worry.

“Um yeah, just a little,” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously whilst figuring out what to say. “I assume you know the shit that he went through when he was younger?”

“I’ve read his file. I know all about his adoptive mother and his father’s suicide if that’s what you mean,” You flashed him a sympathetic smile, knowing that he’d been close to Abel’s Dad when he’d been alive. “What concerns me is the amount of detail, like he witnessed all these events first hand”

“I can assure you that he didn’t, it must just be something that he’s imagined. I’ll talk to him though, see what’s going on with him and try to sort it out” Happy said honestly, pausing as if he wanted to say something else but obviously thinking better of it.

“Feel free to say what you like, Mr Lowman,” You urged, knowing it’d be likely that you’ll probably see him again in the near future. “If it can help Abel then I’d love to know what you’re thinking”

“I was just wondering whether I could take that first drawing? It’s of his dad and I know my friends and I would really appreciate it if we could have it” He asked cautiously, his eyes searching yours for any indication of you turning denying his odd request.

“But of course, Mr Lowman,” You nodded, opening the drawer and removing the picture he’d been talking about, handing it to him and accidentally brushing your fingers against his. Your eyes met his at the conact, unable to deny the spark of electricity that had coursed through you when you had grazed his calloused hands.

He shot you a grateful smile as he stood up from his seat, nodding at you whilst tucking the drawing under his arm and exiting the room with a slight swagger in his step. You let out a frustrated sigh once the door had closed. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to let him leave without your number, especially when you were so attracted to him. You spent another five minutes in your classroom before making your way out to the lot, not catching sight of Happy leaning against your car until you stopped rummaging through your bag in search of your keys.

“Mr Lowman…” You began, stopping in front of him when you finally reached the beat up Sedan that you’d had since you were seventeen. “Is there something else you’d like to ask about Abel?”

“Call me Happy. And no, actually I wanted to speak about you. I was just wondering whether you’d want to hang out sometime, maybe go for a drink or something?” He smiled, raising his hand up to take a drag on his cigarette as your eyes flitted to where Abel was sat waiting on the back of a Harley Davidson, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m not sure whether that would be appropriate, Happy,” You sighed, although deep down you were feeling like an excited teenager all over again. “I don’t usually date one of my student’s guardians, even if they do have as many as Abel does”

“I’ll pick you up on Friday after school, don’t forget to bring a helmet. I’m all about that health and safety when it comes to riding bikes” He winked as he clearly ignored your previous comment, giving your hip an affectionate squeeze and making his way over to his motorbike where Abel high fived him triumphantly.

As you climbed into your car, you couldn’t fight the smile that had crept onto your face. He looked over his shoulder at you one more time before he pulled out of the lot, flashing you one of his lop-sided grins as he kicked the bike stand with his heel and set off at an alarming speed. A small chuckle escaped your lips at his amount of attitude. It looked like you were going to have to go buy a motorcycle helmet on your way home.

Originally posted by soaimagines