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sicklyseraphnsuch · 2 years ago

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If you're still looking for writing prompts: Unlike his memories as ice king, Simon's memories of the apocalypse are "fresher" so to speak. Maybe he gets a nightmare about it? Just cruising through collassal loss of life and stuff I guess xD

An echo of a scream rings in Simon's ears as his eyes snap open and his limbs lock up. There's vicious sense of vertigo, as if the world turned upside down. Then his knees hit something solid, sending a jolt of pain up his spine, and causing his senses to crash and bleed into each other. He tastes the cold grey of cement and hears the sour smoke of burning rubber. It takes him precious seconds to sort through the mess.

Simon doesn't remember falling asleep. That's… not good. And his memories are cloudier than a polluted puddle. Images of ruined cities and ravenous hordes flash through his mind but he can't make sense of it

Likely, he got knocked. By what? He doesn't know. Where's Marcy? Possibly, they got separated when he got knocked out. But she's a smart girl. She knew to run and hide when a real baddie showed up. He would find her. He would always find her.

He pushes himself to his feet, noting the area in brief, broad strokes. A warehouse of some kind. Someone's home. A couch. An ironing board. A kitchen. A kitchen!

Stumbling over, Simon pops open the cupboards and eureka! This place hasn't been looted yet! He grabs boxes of cereals and granola bars and cans of soup. He doesn't have his bag with him, likely lost in the scrap that knocked him out. But one doesn't survive the apocalypse without being clever.

He dumps out the trash can and reuses the bag to store his windfall of resources. Hmm… From the looks of the place - practically pristine, then there's a good chance that there's more resources to find. Perhaps, he could chance upon a medkit of some sort. Yes.

Yes.

But would he need one, really? He could fight off any threat that came his way. He just needed to use all the tools in his possession.

His hand strays to his hips where he keeps the Crown. He wouldn't put it on, of course. The threat has passed. But… But maybe he should. So he won't get caught off guard again. Except, his fingers brush empty air. The Crown was not with him.

tHe cRoWn Was NOt wIth Him

No. No, no, no, no. Where is it? He must have his Crown!

He searches the warehouse - tipping over the couch, throwing aside the ironing board. Carpets are kicked up, coffee tables are shoved away. He runs and he ransacks every inch of the place, but he doesn't find the Crown.

Simon does find the door. It resembles a garage door - a heavy thing, made of thick sheet metal. Silly, wimpy Simon would never be able to lift it. But adrenaline bloats his veins and he heaves. His back creaks something awful and a sharp, pinching pain shoots up his spine. None of that matters because he pulls open the door. He can get out!

He barely has the presence of mind to grab his sackful of food. But at the very last second, he remembers and reaches over to sling the bag over his shoulder. Marcy will like the soup - it's got her favorite kind.

First, he must find Marcy. And the Crown. Yes, first find the Crown. Then Gunther. Feed her chicken soup.

Wait. It's bright. Why is it so bright? His eyes hurt. He can barely see. What was that? Movement. Oh no. Everywhere. Noise. Crowds. He's surrounded. There's too many! Where's the Crown?!?

He starts running. He has no idea where he's going. His sight has abandoned him. But he can hear them - all of them - their shuffling, their gasps, their ooze drooling and dripping out.

"Simon?" "What's up with him?" "Is he taking out his trash?"

The mutants have mutated. Now they sound nearly like the humans they once were, as if they were speaking. But it's all a trick. Simon knows better. And he doesn't have his Crown. And what about Gunther? No, focus you fool. Marcy. Marcy is not here. He needs to find her. He needs to make sure she's safe. The Crown would know where to look.

"Mr. Petrikov?"

He smashes into a body - soft, pliant, warm - and tumbles, head over heels, to the ground. Pain cracks from his nose as he lands face first on the asphalt. Shouting. Something grabs his shoulders. No, no, no. They're all on him! They're piling up! They're going to bury him alive!!!

Using all his limbs, Simon begins to fight back. He digs his elbows into hollow eye sockets and pounds his knuckles against bare, sensitive sides. He swings kicks at all nearby stomachs and bites every hand that tries to touch him.

They must have done the same to Marcy. They must have taken her. They must have taken the Crown!

"You took her! Give her back! Give her back!!!" He shouts, emptying his lungs into a furious, ruinous cry. It leaves his throat rough and raw, stinging with each breath.

"What the donk!" "Crazy bastard…" "Everyone, please!"

The press of bodies slide and shift. A gap! Simon lunges for it, legs primed to dash. He gets caught. Strong arms - soft as steel - wrap around his arms, over his chest. No! He was so close! He was so fucking close!

"Hey!"

A grey visage appears before him as a pair of hands cup his face carefully. Thumbs stroke circles beneath his eyes as a melody is hummed - familiar and faint. Why, it sounds like the theme song for Cheers, that old sitcom.

"Breathe, there we go. Just keep looking at me."

Simon notes a pair of black eyes, fangs, pointed ears - connects each feature into a fully formed face. He knows this face. He's watched this face through a thousand days. He knows the many ways this face can look - asleep, awake, sick, happy, scared. He would remember this face even under the Crown's chilled gold.

"- Simon Petrikov. You are 59 years old. It's Wednesday at 8 am in the morning. You're in the human city of Ooo. You're an antiquarian working at a 21st century museum -"

The words wash over him. He blinks, settling into his bones and bruised flesh. He's on the ground, kneeling. He's got pajamas on but no shoes. His sack of food was torn open, scattering cereal and granola across the streets. Oh. Oh god.

What… What had he been doing? Where was he going? Why…

His breath begins to speed up. Marcy squeezes his face, forcing him to look at her - only at her.

"You're okay. You're with me. We're safe, Simon. We're safe. You didn't let anything happen to us."

Simon hiccups, shaking hands reaching up to grab hold of Marcy's shoulders. He swallows what feels like a mouthful of sand - gritty and salty. He opens his lips, looking for the right words. But a fog has enveloped his brain, thicker than mud and just as transparent.

Marcy offers him a smile - tender yet tough. There's no hint of distress on his fearless Marceline.

"Let's get you outta here, okay? Can you stand?"

Simon mutely nods.

Marcy slides her hands down his face and on his shoulders, gently pulling up. Simon manages to find his feet, thankfully not injured from his morning run. Haha. His doctor always told him to include more exercise in his routine. She can't complain now, maybe.

Marcy'a arm drapes over the back of his neck as she hovers like a second shadow. Her long hair acts as a curtain, hiding the rest of the world from view. Well. They probably didn't have a shock blanket on hand. But this way is better.

He leans into her hold as he concentrates on each step. There will conversations - difficult conversations - when they get back to his place. He's not looking forward to any of it. But that's later. Right now, he want to get off the street, away from everyone else.

As if reading his mind, Marcy murmurs, "We're almost there. Just keep walking, Simon. Just keep walking."

Simon grits his teeth. He takes another step. The concrete is hard and unyielding beneath the naked pads of his feet. But he doesn't stop. He's gotten this far. He can go a little further.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #marceline the vampire queen #marceline abadeer

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interstellarwizard2019 · 2 years ago

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Two Scary Stories For A Mac N’ Cheese

The gentle hum of a tuneless melody rang through the

the home of two of Earthbread’s zaniest Professors as Cheese Ball moved a line of Berry Pupas from their first container into a colorful Berryfly hutch that hung on her office wall. When she finished, she stood back and admired her work. Almost 45 Strawberry Sugar Swirl caterpillars have successfully pupated that day and have begun their next phase in their lives. The quirky professor turned her attention to a small to-do list that rested on her desk and proceeded to check-off a few item boxes.

"Okey-dokey…Pupated caterpillars: Moved! Student’s homework: Grrrrrraded! Cheesebeetle farm: cleaned and maintained!” Cheese Ball giggled as she checked off all of her remaining tasks for the day. She whooped and did a little victory dance when she realized she’d done all her chores for the day. Now all that was left was a shower, tuck her Lil’ Mac to bed, and drag her night owl of a hubby to bed before he passed out from exhaustion.

After a quick shower, Cheese Ball then took her son and showered him and put him in a set of butter tiger print pjs, to which he proceeded to ‘Maul’ his own mother afterwards…Cheese Ball could do nothing but scream out in agony and hold the ferocious beast in the air as its little ‘claws’ attempted to strike her.

“Oh nooooo! Someone help me! A hungry butter tiger is trying to eat meeeee!!! The Professor cried out in pain as she gently shook the heinous beast over her head and plopped him onto his bed. “The beast has been tamed!”

Mac N’ Cheese pulled down the sheets of his bed as Cheese Ball sat on a chair beside him, she tucked him into bed and handed him his stuffed cheesebird plush.

“Alright, kiddo, what story do ya wanna hear tonight?” She asked as she combed the green bookshelf on the wall with her hand. “We got: Cowboy Cookie’s Hoedown Throwdown, Cinderella Cookie, The dragon and the dancer, or how ‘bout-“

“Something…spooky!” Mac N’ Cheese squeaked gleefully, throwing his hands in the air as he spoke.

“Somethin’ spooky?! Kid, you’ve too much mustard, ya know that?” Cheese Ball scolded playfully, poking her kid’s nose for emphasis. “Why not the usual silly story instead?”

“Spooky story! Spooky story!” The tiny gremlin cookie demanded, throwing off the sheets and bouncing in the bed ecstatically.

“Okay! Okay! Chill, Mac! I’ll tell ya a spooky story! Just relax!” Cheese Ball soothed, not wanting her son to get hurt she decided to cave into his demands for a ‘Spooky story’ for just one night. “But don’t you start bouncing on your bed like that again, alright? Can’t have you cracking your dough before you even start preschool.”

The young cookie cheered and hopped back to bed, his mother let out a short sigh and looked over the bookcase again to try to find a 'Spooky Story' to read. "Well, Mac, Looks like we don't have anythin' spooky in your reading collection, so I'm gonna have to improvise here, sweetie."

Mac N’ Cheese looked tentatively at Cheese Ball, she rubbed her chin trying to come up with a clever story. As she hemmed and hawed a few stories finally came to mind. “Eureka! Okay, Lil’ Mac, have ya heard the tale of the Heartless king of the citadel or…the Golden Queen of the Scorching Dunes? Which one do ya wanna hear first, hon?”

“Both!” The young Cookie proclaimed. Cheese Ball pretended to be shocked by his answer, she dramatically placed her hand over her chest as if taken aback by his response.

“Both?! You’re really asking to get nightmares tonight aren’t ya, caterpillar?” She playfully ruffled her son’s hair before inching her chair closer. “But sure, I’ll tell ya both. Let’s start with the Heartless king.”

“Our story begins many centuries ago…”

In a land far, far away from ours, In an endless snowy tundra there is a kingdom forever coated in a thick blanket of eternal snow and bitterness. There lives a king born of malice and bitterness, the unfortunate result of the unholy union of licorice-tainted snow lion and a soulless warlord. He roams the strawberry jam-stained battlefield reattaching the limbs of the dead and dying soldiers and uses his sword to force their souls to come back to life as undead warriors that follow his every command. His roar is powerful enough to summon a powerful blizzard and every step he takes causes the ground beneath his feet to turn to lifeless ice.

The desserts that live under his reign tremble and hide whenever they feel his presence, for whoever catches a glimpse of the king's eyes have their minds broken and become strawberry jam-thirsty monsters that attack anything in sight. The cookies in his kingdom live in a constant state of eternal hunger, their dough has fallen off of their bodies due to the lack of food and unforgiving cold…to the point that many of them have resorted to cookiebalism! Hunting down any foolish outsider who dare enter their domain. Some say that they kidnap lost children and force them to become ruthless warriors!

There once lived a healer in a village by the frigid seas who did all in her power to help her fellow cookies, but because of the king’s dark influence on the land it was slowly becoming an impossible task. Then The Heartless King chose her to be the vessel in which she would carry his offspring; he even threatened to destroy her village if she refused. Without any other options, she reluctantly agreed and thus conceived his child, but sadly she lost her life during the birth leaving the poor boy in the care of his odious father making him grow up to be a sovereign of darkness.

It is said that the King lives deep within the cold walls of a citadel made of bricks as dark as his own heart. Not a single soul who enters his den ever comes out. “Why?” You may ask. Because if you so much as make the slightest sound, a single pindrop, the slightest breath…HE BURST OUT FROM THE SHADOWS AND GOBBLES YOU UP WHOLE!!!

Cheese Ball picked up her son from his bed and pretended to bite down on the side of his stomach which soon turned into her blowing raspberries causing him to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He squirmed as she proceeded to blow raspberries on his neck. Finally Cheese Ball playfully dropped him onto the bed and pulled the sheets back on him.

"Welp! That's the story of the Heartless King, bugaboo." Cheese Ball chirped, tucking him back to bed and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, my sweet little prince!" As she got up to leave she felt a tiny hand grab her arm.

"Wait, what about the Golden Queen of The Scorching Dunes, mama? Weren't you going to tell me both stories?" Mac N’ Cheese asked. Cheese Ball sighed and sat back in the chair.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell ya the tale…OF THE GOLDEN QUEEN OF THE SCORCHING DUUUUUUUUUUNES!!!” Cheese Ball bombastically announced, she dramatically waved her hands in the air for emphasis. Once more Little Mac cheered and got ready for his second story.

Hidden within shimmering sands, blazing hot deserts, and cheesy valleys, there resides a kingdom inhabited by cheesebirds, moles, and cookies alike, all of whom were ruled by a cruel Queen bound within a golden sarcophagus. She forced all of her citizens to slave away in her palace. The cheesebirds were made to use their little beaks to carve out statues of gold in her image, the moles were banished to the mines where they were forced to dig out clusters of gold 24/7, the cookies were made to work in the Queen’s refineries. The kingdom itself looked as if it had been abandoned for years, but in reality it was still inhabited but the citizens were so occupied with maintaining the Gilded Palace and the Queen’s many treasures day and night that they couldn’t take care of their own homes.

The Queen had a daughter, a meek little princess whom she created to act as a false goddess. She kept her bound within a golden birdcage hung high above the palace and used her to inspire false hope within the citizens to make them continue serving the Queen…until one day…the princess escaped her cage! It turned out that she…she…she…she fell in love with a mole scientist! And he had helped her escape the birdcage! The Queen was enraged by her beloved jewel’s disobedience, she commanded that she be punished immediately so she sent out two mole soldiers to kill both the princess and her forbidden lover. Not only did she stage their deaths as a murder, she pinned the blame on the moles, thus giving her every right to banish every mole underneath the soil ‘til time’s quietus!

“But that’s not fair! She made them kill them for her!” Little Mac interrupted.

“You tellin’ the story or am I, ya bard?” Cheese Ball playfully scolded, gently ruffling his fluffy hair. “Now, where was I?

“The mummy queen banished the moles for time’s quietness!”

“Ah! Yes! The banishment!” Cheese Ball exclaimed “And it’s ‘Quietus’, sweetheart. It’s a fancy way of saying the end of something or someone.” She cleared her throat when she finished.

Anyways, the Queen’s cruelty knew no bounds. Once the moles have been exiled to the underground, she forced the cheesebirds and cookies to pick up the work the moles left behind, they had their basic essentials of living withheld to force them to continue their labor. Their water was taken away by a dam, their food supplies were

buried deep underground within the mines, and their children had their futures planned out by the queen herself…But alas this was not the Queen’s cruelest deed yet!

Once every decade, on the hottest day of the year, the Queen opens the doors to the Gilded Palace to allow foolish wanderers in. Drawn by the allure of the endless riches that rest within the heart of the palace, the cookie shall enter a room filled to the brim with riches beyond imagination! All the rubies, diamonds, and pearls that could make one eternally rich with only a handful! But this was all a trap…

In the center of the room lies a golden Sarcophagus…it will be on the cookie to come closer…and closer…until finally…THE GOLDEN QUEEN REVEALS HERSELF!!! The revolting mummified sovereign lunges out of her gilded coffin and uses her living bandages to ensnare her victim, dragging them into the sarcophagus where she’ll steal their life energy and trap their souls forever in her tomb!!!

Once she finished her second story, Cheese Ball expected either a tired or frightened Little Mac, but instead…he was actually laughing! He was never the least bit spooked by either of her stories, if anything he was…enthralled.

"Hold up, you're still not the least bit scared?!" Cheese Ball Faux-Angrily asked. She picked up the giggly youngster and pulled up the back of his shirt. “Something must be wrong here, let me see what the problem is…”

She began to tap his upper back as if it were a control panel in a machine, even going as far as to make the cartoonishly exaggerated sounds of pressing buttons, in return Mac N’ Cheese laughed even louder and began to squirm around. Finally she pulled him into an upside down hug and pulled one of his feet to her ear like a phone.

“Customer service? Yeah, hi, I’m having trouble with my Spook-O-Matic 5000. I just told him two scary stories and he just laughed at them! Hello? Ya there?” Cheese Ball then placed her son in bed and proceeded to tickle his foot which resulted in even more laughter from him. “Looks like the slacker hung up on me!”

Finally, the little cookie let out a yawn and his eyelids began to feel heavy. Cheese Ball took this as her cue to lay him to rest. She tucked him once more, handed him the orange bird plush and gave him a kiss goodnight on the forehead.

“Good night, my sweet little rolly-polly!” She said and then blew a quick raspberry into his cheek.

“Good night, Mama…!” Mac N’ Cheese yawned as he curled up and slowly began to drift asleep.

Even though she failed to scare him at least she managed to tire out the endless ball of energy that was her son. She smiled at the sight of his peaceful slumber, she turned off the Safari themed lamp on his nightstand and quietly made her way out of his bedroom shutting the door as she left.

On the second floor’s balcony, Macaroni was busy gazing into his telescope to admire the night sky. With every adjustment he made he jotted down any slight difference in his notepad. While this wasn’t the colossal telescope from his observatory it still brought him a great amount of joy to gaze up at the stars. He heard someone open the glass sliding door behind him then they sat down next to him and then leaned their weight onto his side, he smiled as he immediately rested his head on their shoulder.

“Buonasera, Bella!” He greeted as he snuggled up to his chubby wife’s side and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Good evening to you too, chunker!” She purred as she nuzzled his cheek. “Spot any aliens tonight, hon?” She asked jokingly.

“None yet, but I think I’m fine with taking care of the ones back in the observatory. After all, three’s a crowd!” Macaroni chuckled while Cheese Ball giggled at his joke.

“You’re really somethin’, Eh, Mac?” She enquired as she got up from her seat. “Anyways I already set our fierce little Butter Tiger to bed; That boy is getting bigger by the day!”

“Well, considering how big his old man is I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Macaroni chuckled as he patted his belly. He then got up and stretched out his back. “I take it you’re here to drag me back to bed?”

“Considering the fact that you’d pull three all nighters in a row if I don’t: yes. Yes I am.” Cheese Ball smirked as she followed him to their bedroom, making sure to playfully pinch his cheek. He made a slightly annoyed huffing sound at her remark.

“Hey! It was ONE time back in college, Cheesy! I had an important paper to turn in that week!” He retorted as he slipped into his nightgown and cap. “Besides, didn't you once stick a whole swarm of bees to your face back then, Captain Honeybeard?”

“Eh, fair point, babe.” Cheese Ball plopped onto bed and kicked off her slippers. “Still do though.”

As they both settled in bed, Cheese Ball pulled out a manila envelope from underneath the mattress and placed it between them, a broad smile spread across her face as she waited in anticipation. Macaroni sat there staring at it for a solid minute before slowly reaching for it and opening it, dreading what might be in it.

“Is…is it from last month’s trip, bella?” Macaroni awkwardly responded with a nervous smile, he’s seen similar envelopes Cheese Ball handed him many months before, he dreaded opening the bulging parchment for he knew what it contained, but he couldn’t resist his wife’s eager expression as she nodded for him to open it. He took a deep breath and carefully pulled it open and pulled out its contents. It was…surprisingly not entirely what he expected.

Sure, it contained what he anticipated: Pictures of untreated injuries, financial documentation, interviews from some of the watchers and even the declining state of several of the villages in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Some were even ruined and the void of all life. Macaroni kept looking through, his eyes widening with every new bit of info he saw, until he saw what was by far the most bizarre set of pictures in the envelope.

He pulled out a stack of photos and immediately recognized who the subject was: King Dark Cacao Cookie. From the looks of it he appeared to be in his office in all of the photos.

The first set showed him standing in front of a ten-tiered Macaron tower that was placed in the center of his office. He was eyeing the whole delicate piece with his usual stoic expression, but he looked as if he were…struggling to maintain it.

The second set showed him taking a single macaron from the tower and taking small deliberate bites out of it with one hand and with the other reaching for another macaron. This slowly gained momentum until he was downright shoving whole macarons into his mouth without remorse, the ravenous look in his eyes made him look like Cream Lynx tearing into its prey. For every third or fourth photo he quaffed down milk from a large jug, beads of milk streaked down his face before being unceremoniously whipped away by the king’s forearm.

The final set was the smallest of the bunch. It showed Dark Cacao leaning back in his chair, a look of sheer regret and shame plastered on his face as he cleaned off crumbs from his face. Macaroni could see that Dark Cacao had actually undone his belt to make room for his slightly bloated stomach. In the very last photo he could see that the entire macaron tower had been picked clean of every single macaron, the only thing left was the transparent base of the tower.

Macaroni’s eyes widened with both awe and shock at the results of his wife’s investigation. The only word he was able to say in response to everything he’d just read was: “Wow.”

“Pretty impressive, eh? None of ‘em ever suspected that the jovial Miss Choco Ball was actually Professor Cheese Ball all along! Heck, I’m pretty sure they still don’t know it was me.” Cheese Ball proudly remarked. Secretly she wished she had actually come up with a better name for her alter ego rather than copy the name of the famous soccer player, but then again she did wait until the last minute to come up with a good name for the job… “Took a bit of persuasion, but I won both their hearts and their stomachs! They couldn’t get enough of my cooking!”

Cheese Ball sat on the bed as she put on her sleep cap before taking off her glasses. She then laid down next to her husband and planted a kiss on his cheek. He immediately pulled her closer and kissed hers before blowing a raspberry on her neck. She cackled as she attempted to squirm free from his grip, but only managed to give him more opportunity to hug her harder.

“NOOOOOO!!! M-Macaroni! STOP!!!” She pleaded, wrapping her arms around him and tickling his sides in retaliation. And now he was the one laughing hysterically too. This lasted for about five minutes until they both exhausted themselves and came to an unspoken truce. Cheese Ball panted as she snuggled up to Macaroni. “Okay, big boy. You win this round.”

“As always, dearest!” Macaroni proudly declared, wrapping his arm around her lower back and pulled her closer to plant another kiss on her lips. “I hope you don’t mind, but I somewhat overheard the stories you told Little Mac tonight and…I was wondering if you perhaps…based them on two certain individuals whomst you have slight tensions with?”

“Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese? Yes. Yes it is.” Cheese Ball flatly answered. “Came up with The Heartless King when I escaped the citadel and a group of kids captured me in the cave exit. The Golden Queen was…something I made up just now. What of ‘em, hon?”

“Well…I’m just a bit concerned about…the subject matter. I know you don’t necessarily like them or the group they’re a part of, but they’re still REAL cookies! One of which is to visit this kingdom any day now and…who you have deceived a month ago!”

Cheese Ball rolled her eyes and said: “Oh don’t worry ‘bout that big oaf! Dude’s not gonna care that I’m here; it was Miss Choco Ball that broke into the citadel, not me!”

“Yes, but you’re forgetting that our boy is the kind to parrot everything he hears especially if someone is interested in what he has to say. So…what do you think will happen if by some chance Mac N’ Cheese is to meet him and tell him the story and he starts to piece together that the story about an evil, sadistic king is about him?” Macaroni questioned, to which Cheese Ball almost deflated, but then she came up with another brilliant plan.

“Easy, Big guy! While King Grump Cacao’s staying here, we keep our sweet little cherub as far away from him as possible!” Cheese Ball declared, puffing her chest out in triumph. “Plus, Parfaedia has some pretty good pediatric therapists on hand so we don’t have to worry ‘bout any repercussions…maybe… hopefully.”

She slowly slunk back into bed as Macaroni turned off his side of the bed. In her eyes, her son was pure, he could do no wrong, but Macaroni was right, that boy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. “It’s just a silly bedtime story, none of it was true!” she thought to herself “What’s the harm in that?”

What’s the harm in a story?

Yeah, things aren’t gonna go well for her…

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hillbowman · 10 months ago

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Alpha Point

Hill Bowman

Prologue -

His fingers drummed a little hip hop rhythm on his knees as he considered what he was working on.

after careful examination of this and that and a third and 10,000 other things AO concluded to himself, “yep that looks just about right”. Then he stood up and stretched his back his arms his legs and he fumbled for the power switch. “silly me he thought to himself, voice activated user input, I almost forgot… and so AO said let there be light”!

and from the void of nothingness came everything that humanity knows of…as well as the 10 trillion things we have yet to discover.

He considered to himself how he could possibly determine for sure whether the smelter had cheated the King on his crown or not as he started to step into the bath and he noticed how the water Rose as his body submerged into the water and it struck him dumbfound. As he ran from the bath screaming eureka I have got it eureka.

Euclid, 300 bce

…

As he stared off down the slope into the distance, gazing casually upon the gravel under his feet and then expanding his view to see the sand on the beach, the ocean, the sun off in the distance all appearing to be similar in a certain type of way.

he considered to himself there must be a fundamental building block of everything in the universe. Tiny invisible Atmos; indivisible. Like the uncountable droplets that create the ocean.. No, More like infinitesimally small load stones that pile up to create the massive forms of everything I see around me..

Democritus, 460 – 370 bce

…

He he pulled the spring lever for the gate for the 16th time. Elated to see that again both iron balls roll down the rails at exactly the same speed over a 20-foot distance and after 20 successive confirmations of this experiment he was satisfied. It was not the size or the weight that determines how fast you drop but that gravity pulls everything at the same rate of speed.

Galileo Galilei, 1564 -1581

…

There were children playing as he strolled across the grass to take his lunch break. Considering the formulas that he is working on were taxing his brain to its maximum and he needed a rest. “I will take some fresh air with my lunch. It would do me well”. The children had a bucket with water in it and they were spinning in a circle to see how high they could get the bucket without losing grip or dumping the water. They to think it great fun to step into the swing of the bucket and make it splash all over everybody…

He chuckled to himself about the children playing as he sat down under the apple tree..

Further down the slope he saw another small group of children tossing a ball back and forth back and forth the object of the game seem to be to try to throw the ball far enough that the next person could not catch it before it hit the ground.

he wasn’t into thought so much as he was just reflecting and staring off into space as an apple suddenly dropped down past his vision from the tree he was sitting under.

Then it occurred to him, how all of these things seemed to relate to the formula he was working on just a little while ago.

Thunderstruck he realized the whole picture; what would it be like if the boy could throw that ball hard enough that it never came down?

Then realized; well that would make it like the Moon. It would circle the Earth forever. In fact; the Moon is trying to crash into the Earth but for some reason it never comes straight at us and then he had a lucid epiphany.

The moon would crash into the Earth but it is traveling so fast that is simply circles around the earth. The Earth would crash into the sun but apparently it is moving so fast that it simply circles around the Sun and probably the sun would crash into something but it's moving so fast that it simply circles around that mysterious something.

The Moon swings around the earth like the bucket being held by the children and the Earth swings around the Sun like the bucket being held by the children and we’re stuck to the Earth like the little boys ball that always comes to the ground… because it's not moving fast enough to defeat gravity.

Sir Isaac Newton, 1643 – 1727

…

His pencil tapped on his notebook as he stared out his kitchen window considering to himself how entirely unintuitive, but the numbers don’t lie.

C² * m = E (atomic energy of the mass)

This will pass scrutiny but the other outcome that time is totally relevant to perspective will be hard for my colleagues to digest…

Albert Einstein, 1879 – 1955

…

Chapter one - This Is Not A Drill…

The debate - part 1

Doomsday scenario - part 1

The players - part 1

The announcement -part 1

Mobilization - part 1

Chapter 2

#books #futur science #science #technology

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guyhobbsart · 7 months ago

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Week 3: Tues - Fmp

this week was further written development of our stories in the form of a synopsis and considering who our main character is. My focus will be on the older sister character Becky. She is meant to be our 'straight man' character in which she reacts to the silly things going on in a realistic way that we can relate to while also fitting in with the characters and having her own silly moments due to her anxious nature. my synopsis goes as follows.

Synopsis

Becky awakens in her room, slowly stretches out and puts her glasses on to check the alarm clock, which strangely hasn’t gone off. She glances over to see ’08:15’… the time the bus arrives! She rips open her curtains only to see the bus skid off from outside the house. Becky remembers her principles words, they are on their last warning. Panic sets in, she frantically calls out to her 2 siblings: Bailey and Olivia, to begin getting ready.

While brushing her teeth, she sees Bailey walk past the door in his cardboard astronaut helmet. During Olivia’s turn we can see Becky trying to get the helmet off of Bailey in the hallway outside, Olivia slowly shuts the door. Then Bailey’s turn, we see him proudly brushing with the helmet still on, door fully shut. Bags are hurriedly put on and they are rushed out the door.

The 3 siblings run down the road as the title of the animation is shown above them, they run off screen as we focus on a sign that says ‘construction work, estimated completion date: eventually’ and ‘train station’ on different directions.

Olivia checks the route on her phone and finds a quicker route to the station through that construction site. She urges everyone to come this way, having to convince Becky by making comments about her being uptight and lame, and they follow suit. While passing through, a worker calls out to them to stop as they would be trespassing, they choose to carry on even against Becky’s growing anxiety. The worker starts to chase but falls in a cement like liquid, causing her face to look much scarier due to the clumps around it. This scares everyone and the run faster through it.

They reach the train station and, in their haste, run straight through the busy crowd and the barriers ,not paying for a ticket, and onto the train.

They sit panting and out of breath as they hear the carriage doors open, the ticket inspector! He’s an old man with poor eyesight, he emerges from the door. The siblings (mainly Becky) try to come up with a plan. She tries to stall her best by rummaging through her bag and getting Bailey and Olivia to do the same and using the objects to distract him. After a while the inspector readjusted his glasses, suspicious of them, and asks if they do actually have tickets. Becky stammers but just before she can answer the train comes to stop, she blurts out ‘yes! They’re just… ah right here!’ and pulls a hand puppet out of her bag. This shocks the old inspector, who is hard of sight. He adjusts the glasses and talks to the puppet as if it was real. The train passes through a tunnel which causes the scene to go pitch black. Light enters the scene again to find the old man standing alone with the puppet on the table, lifeless. He lets out a shriek as the scene fades back to the map showing a cartoony version of events.

His eyes narrow and springs into action, running behind his police car and riding out from behind it on a police tricycle, placing a police light on top of his head and imitating the siren himself. The kids panic, bickering amongst each other about what to do as he draws closer. Bailey, realising what he has to do in a quiet ‘eureka moment’ a lightbulb appears above his head, he grabs it and throws it back at the policeman, making the policeman skid and fall off, comically exploding. The kids stare in shock, then erupt into celebration before continuing running.

They arrive at school just as the bell rings and each one of them lets out a sign of relief in their separate classrooms. All goes quiet and then the overhead speaker requests the presence of all 3 kids. as we focus on Becky at her desk. She turns her head and we snap into the principles office. The worker covered in cement, a cross ticket inspector and a soot covered police officer sit behind the principle who is PISSED. He begins to rant as his words get muffled out. The kids look at each other and burst out the room.

The kids are seen running, mirroring the title scene, as the credits are seen.

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hospitalterrorizer · 6 months ago

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diary421

11/18-19/24

monday - tuesday

listening 2 snow strippers, need to sleep soon.

just did some coloring, at least, flowers should be over i should be able to focus on getting more interesting stuff done to the shirt thingy now.

i watched some shorts today, saw an ernie gehr film, eureka, i liked it basically, you kind of space out watching it and can come back to it, you watch all these people, all this time stretched out, i do like how a lot of these films i am seeing work as a kind of forced examination of something, whatever's on the screen on one hand on the other the fact it's there, that material fact i guess, the process, time you're spending, your there seeing that-ness, and stuff like that. does that make any sense? i'll puzzle over that for a while maybe.

i also saw another one by him but apparently it was too short, it was a sped up version, because the original plays out at 16 frames per second and is about 23 minutes, while the one i saw was probably merely an excerpt of the one that's set to 24 frames per second. that one is much less than eureka though, just a hallway. i expect that ray gun virus will be the film which is based on flickering image/color which will work out much better for me. still though, i do really love that effect very fast editing has especially focused on one spot and thing.

i saw an hour long thing too, my first leslie thornton, there was an unseen cloud moving. i liked this one basically but not especially, i hit the little heart on letterboxd mostly because sometimes it's very pretty, i like all the footage it pulls from other films, i like that it kind of all goes into this effort to make a narrative happen, simultaneously, the idea of a narrative is kept loose, it's more like you're examining all these angles / feelings about this woman isabelle eberhardt, who seems like someone i ought to read. she has poetry, i should see what that is like.

oh that point, the poetry, brings to mind that i wrote today, which feels good to say. a strangely thing is taking shape now. hope i can finish it!!!

anyway, there was an unseen cloud moving was also somewhat elucidating about islam, i like its ability to actually inform, about perspectives from the past, things you might see. not sensationalized but in a way that can use sensationalized media to make a strange point about what that stuff does to our perceptions of people who are simply living.

here are some screenshots:

last weird art film i'll mention here, i watched another one by john smith at the request of some friends, i won't say much about it, but it's probably the funniest film by one of these strange arty guys out there:

youtube

and then, because i was reminded of it recently, i rewatched repo the genetic opera... very stupid film. but it explains a lot about me since i saw it when i was like 10-11, there was a lot of embarrassment because i felt like, when i was young, i think i wanted to be like shiloh but i didn't quite know how to deal with that feeling. which is always a weird and pathetic thing to be reminded of.

seeing something like that after all the stuff i've been watching, it does make me feel something strange, it's difficult to articulate, the film is so stupid and silly, i guess it's disarming in that way. i basically like it still. so i liked everything i saw today. i really liked the part with joan jett out of nowhere, the teenage rebellion punk part, by like, i mean something more difficult, like, it embarrassed me, but it also expressed why i like punk music on some level probably, not that it's embarrassing or because it's rebellious, just that i guess it's been this thing i've had for a long time, this being an old image of it that i saw when i was younger, it still gave me some kind of nourishing energy, puts you in contact with something older too, in its odd way, the song being like, poppy and misfits-y in a 'for kids' way. it's cute, basically.

i took some screenshots of it, because it is such an odd thing, it's really obvious why i am the ways i am, which i always wonder if that's a good or bad thing. anyhow:

(i just really like this outfit)

i rather like the inexplicable hangeul, and how all the posters have this soviet realist look. again i don't have any idea why it's evoking, probably in its dumb way, images/representations of communism (one might attach the hangeul to nk), when the film is entirely about how awful capitalism is basically. not like, in a political way even, this makes that evident, it's confused and blind i guess. it's like, aren't these guys evil. now they're all operatic, and it's like, the effect is ultimately cute and fun, so i don't mind. it's just interesting to think about, like, was there a point, were they trying to do world building. did they just think it looked cool in an industrial goth way. what's going on there, you know. it just makes you feel like that.

god the flower stuff exhausts my hand. that wasn't happening before. i hope that doesn't keep up! tomorrow i'll see how i feel, i just wanna do more regular stuff i've been up to w/ the coloring, just adding rumples and things to the clothes, building via color and shadow and stuff. and do her face too maybe, maybe start with face and skin? let's see then.

for now i should sleep,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Youtube

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thequrry · 2 years ago

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Hey! Could you do a Max Brinly x reader one shot? Something fluffy and cute? It’d be really appreciated, thank you!

absolutely!! max always deserves more love so i am more than happy to oblige lol (keep in mind that it’s been a bit since i’ve written fluff and i have to read and correct my stuff by myself so im just trying my best!! hopefully y’all enjoy it despite the flaws though lol)

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Sugar, Butter... Failure? (Max Brinly/GN!Reader, Fluff, One-Shot)

According to the romance novels you’d read and the Hallmark movies you’d watched, baking a pie with your boyfriend was supposed to be a cute, quirky, picture-esc little moment that went straight into photo albums and reminded you of love and warmth and joy…

According to the way the kitchen looked not even halfway into the recipe, though, it was feeling more like a scene from “The Play That Goes Wrong: Waitress Edition.”

“I promise it’ll go well, hon,” he’d said beforehand, smiling and pulling up the cherry pie recipe he had found to bake for his mom’s birthday. He was far more excited than you were at the prospect of covering the kitchen in flour and spending hours laboring over a single pie, but you loved him and his antics, and that meant you were obligated to follow along. You’d gone shopping for the ingredients earlier and it’d sort of tired you out a little, but again, love conquers all or whatever.

Really, it did all start pretty well. The two of you sat at the counter pitting cherries for a while, chatting about work and school, playing some music in the background. It felt homely and familiar, like the beginning to something memory-worthy.

“Wait, what is that? I haven’t even put anything in yet, it shouldn’t–“ Max started, walking over and opening it. Before he could finish, his eyes went wide and he quickly pulled out a half-empty

Then the smell of something burning came from the preheating oven.

box of the pizza the two of you had a few nights before. Apparently, he had still not broken his habit of putting things in the oven instead of the fridge because he insisted “it’ll take less time to reheat.”

That first one wasn’t too bad of a mistake, though. You both laughed it off and double-checked that nothing else was left in the oven, and then you started on adding some lemon juice and sugar to the cherries.

After that, Max scrambled to get the extracts and cornstarch while you grabbed the premade pie crust from the fridge. You bumped shoulders a few times, but nothing catastrophic happened. At least, nothing happened until he tried to slip past you to put the lemon juice back in the fridge and knocked the pie crust out of your hands. It fell to the floor and shattered into crumbly, flaky crust bits. Max winced and groaned, looking at the scattered pie chunks with a pained expression.

“That was the only one, wasn’t it?” He asked. You nodded.

“And neither of us is up to leaving to go to the store for another one, aren’t we?” He asked, voice softly lowering in defeat. You nodded again.

He stood there for a minute, gritting his teeth, when his eyes suddenly lit up and he made a face that practically screamed “Eureka!”

“I can just make another one, right? We have flour and butter and stuff. I mean, it’d take a while, but it’s better than nothing, right?” He said, running over to the fridge and grabbing up what he assumed he needed before you could react. In the end, all you did was sigh and smile a little at the way he was beaming while he looked up several variations of “simple pie crust recipe short time”.

When he started to get a little ramped up, tossing things around and folding them like he was on The Great British Bake Off, you stepped back and carefully took your phone up and switched to the camera. As he pulled a series of intense, overly dramatic expressions, you zoomed into his face action-style, holding your laughter in as best as you could. You could hear him muttering little affirmations under his breath like the pie crust would absorb them. It was, in a way that only silly stuff Max did could be, adorable.

After about two minutes of that, though, Max pulled out a rolling pin and reached for the flour that was sitting on the edge of the counter. He gripped the bag for a second and tried to drag it over, but as he did, he noticed you recording. He jumped a little, eyes going wide… and the flour in his grip went flying.

It dropped down to the floor, landing with a smack. A massive, choking cloud of flour exploded into the air, covering everything in its path, including Max. In just about a second, he was coated head-to-toe in flour. He stared at himself for a moment, and then groaned. He looked sad at first, like losing the pie was a true tragedy, and you almost felt bad, but as he seemed to take it all in and looked around at the predicament he’d gotten himself into, he shook his head and shrugged cartoonishly.

“Oh god, I know, of course I’d freaking manage this. You can look and laugh, hon, I’m not that devastated. But, uh, can you come over and help when you’re done, please?” He said, breaking into a smile and chuckling a little under his breath. You giggled, but put your phone down and headed over to try and get the mess off of him. Before you could actually get over to him, though, he grinned and scooped up a handful of the flour off of the counter. You didn’t process what was coming before he threw it, so you stood there in shock as Max practically smothered you in flour.

“I’m sorry, but if we go down, we go down together!” He shouted, ducking away as you realized what he’d done. You darted over, ruffling his hair playfully in an attempt to dig the flour in deeper, and he pushed you away with a snort. The two of you tussled for a little bit, laughter and yelling filling the air the same way the flour did only minutes prior, and before you knew it, you were sitting on the floor, coated in a layer of flour, clutching your stomach from how hard you’d busted your gut. Max was in the same situation, his face red and his mouth and cheeks completely pushed up with how much he was smiling.

The two of you looked at each other, sitting and cracking up in an absolute disaster of a kitchen, and you realized that this was the cute, quirky, picture-esc little moment you’d been expecting all along.

#the quarry #max brinly #writing #one shot #max brinly x reader #x reader

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benjamin-hastings · 2 years ago

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// no hard feelings // self-para

When Benji’s phone buzzed that morning, the bedroom was still cloaked in darkness. It was well before sunrise, while the rest of Eureka was sleeping. Once he’d shifted to silence his phone, he winced as Annie shifted in bed, pressed into his side despite the over-large size of their mattress. He waited until her breathing changed, intermittent and soft once again. With a gentle kiss against her forehead, Benji escaped the reserves of their sheets, grabbing his phone and making his way towards the kitchen.

If Benji was up in the morning to surf, it meant that he was first setting off on what was now a mandatory ritual — prepping dough to rise so he could make Annie and Connor bagels once he was back. Which also meant that once his work was done, and once his bag full of supplies was placed by the front door, Benji snuck into Connor’s room, scooping him up blanket and all, and delicately transporting him to the bed Benji shared with Annie, knowing they’d keep each other company as they slept.

When his phone buzzed away, Benji initially ignored it, until the concerted rhythm meant someone was calling him. It was a distinct vibration, one exclusive to… His mom. She was an early riser just like he was, so he wasn’t surprised to see her name populate his phone. When she’d lived with him, it was usually a contest for who would get to the coffee pot first in the morning, and they sit and chat while one or the other elected to cook breakfast that morning. While it was certainly nice to have privacy, for the home to just be he and Annie and Connor, Benji always missed his mom, even when she was just a few minute’s drive away.

As he swiped to receive the call, he brought the phone to his ear, a smile spreading from ear to ear. “Hey! Good morning.” An uncomfortable silence greeted him, her usual enthusiasm missing as he continued to pause, then pulling the phone away to be sure she’d actually called him and was still there. “Mom? Is this your pocket?” He joked, though the soft sound of her breath on the other end of the phone signaled she was very much there. His stomach was already beginning to work itself into knots. “What’s wrong?” Benji posed the question earnestly, certain now that something was wrong.

“Oh, honey.” Candace’s voice caught in her throat on the other end of the line, instantly making Benji’s heart sink. “It’s your dad. He…” Benji’s breath hitched, waiting for his mother to finish her thought, thinking, as ever, Colin has left. It was predictable. It was an infuriating thought. But like he had as a little boy, he would collect his mother and the broken pieces of her heart, and help her feel whole again without him. And hopefully, this would be the last time Colin Hastings would ever have to darken Benji’s doorway, as he would certainly never be allowed to hurt any of them ever again, had he elected to simply leave them as he had once before, and then again and again in different ways after that.

“You need to go and get your sister.” Candace finally spoke, clearly sounding as though she was being held together by a thread. “Please go and get your sister, Benji.” Benji’s face contorted in confusion — if Colin left, surely it could wait for Flo.

“Why? What happened?” He posed the question uncertain if he wanted the answer, that sinking feeling that life would be different forever once it was answered.

“I can explain when we’re all together. Please honey.” It was then a soft sob sounded on the other end of the phone, Benji having been stuck solid in his place since he’d answered the phone, his stomach doing somersaults as millions of possibilities swirled around in his mind.

“Did something —” Benji’s heart was beating quickly, he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in his ears, his tone more urgent than the casual, happy voice he’d presented when he’d greeted his mother. “Did something happen?” What a silly word, when it presented such a multitude of possible answers, none seeming remotely positive.

“— His, his… His heart. It was so quick.” Candace sniffled, clearly trying her best to keep herself together, to be strong for Benji, to be strong for herself, even. And perhaps if she promised he hadn’t suffered, hadn’t seemed to linger, that his last words had been ‘I love you’, then maybe Benji could muster himself better. She knew what he’d felt when Annie’s father had his heart attack — knew that it was some cruel act of fate that both of their fathers would experience such a terrifying act of god, but only one would survive. Candace had been there to visit Ted, relieved that Annie hadn’t lost the man most important to her. But what none but Candace and Colin had been aware of was the health issues Colin had been facing for the last few years. And that to Benji and Florence and everyone else, Colin’s passing would be a surprise. But to Candace, while in shock and certainly grieving, she had understood this day would have come sooner rather than later.

“I’ll go get Flo.” Benji replied, too stunned to address what his mother had said, too shaken to say anything else. He ended the call without another word, still standing in place, staring down at the black mirror as his reflection stared back at him, watching his knit brow and mystified eyes staring back. He felt sick to his stomach, gaze tunneling as he finally uprooted himself from his position, mindlessly moving towards the door at an increasingly faster pace, until he was passing through the front door, bare feet picking up speed until he was sprinting, running those blocks from his home to Florence’s, breathlessly. Somehow it was better, somehow it made more sense, to try and gather her in this manner, than to call her, to deliver the news in such a manner. No, he wanted to be there. Looking at her. Able to hold her and hug her against his frame. He had to be a big brother.

#benji + self para #tw death

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midnightseonghwa · 5 years ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐂.𝐒

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Worried!San x Drunk!Reader

✕ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Pure Fluff

✕ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.5k+

✕ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Strong language, mentions of alcohol. The reader (you) is kind of annoying (just a wee bit)

✕ 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Unedited

✕ 𝐀/𝐍: This is inspired by the lyrics - “아직도 답이 없네 두시 반도 지났는데, 니가 없는 밤은 마치 외딴섬 같아” [Trans: “It’s half past two and there’s still no answer, a night without you is like a remote island.”] from Alone, by Moonbin and Sanha (Astro). I had initially intended to post this as a time stamp but I got a bit carried away. I’m uploading this again because it was not showing up in the tags the first time and I was getting really frustrated :(

✕ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜: here

San tossed around in his bed, the covers making a swishing noise as they tangled around his limbs uncomfortably.

It was already half-past two in the morning, and you had still not come back home. San tried not to bother much as he knew your job usually kept you until late hours in the night, but it was never this late and it was never without a prior message.

The room was dark, and the only light that came in was through the sheer white curtains that covered the large windows in your and San's shared bedroom.

San turned from his side to his back, staring at the white-painted ceiling above him with endless thoughts floating in his head.

Where were you? Why had you not called or texted him? Were you okay?

A never-ending spiral of questions regarding your wellbeing clouded your boyfriend's mind as he finally made up his mind and swept himself off the bed. His feet hit the wooden floor with a certain amount of determination. Grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he set a baseball hat on his head and dialled your number.

The line rang a few times as San made his way out of the front door, standing in front of the elevator as the numbers aimlessly moved floors.

"Hello?" Your voice suddenly sounded and San almost cried out of relief.

"Hello? (Y/n)? Where are you baby?" San fumbled out in a rush and clutched the phone tighter in his hand, frantically pressing the elevator button as if it would make the metal box move faster.

"Hello?" Your voice rang out once again and San checked the bars on his phone to see if he was getting enough network.

"Hello? Baby? Can you hear me? Where are you?"

"Hello...lo..lo...lo, yell...ow...ow..." a small giggle accompanied your words and San furrowed his eyebrows.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" He asked and almost through himself into the elevator when it arrived.

"Whoooo is this?" Your words were heavily slurred. Every letter stretching out like play dough in a child's hands.

"It's me, baby. San."

San stood in front of the elevator's door, almost shaking from the panic that was slowly building up in him. The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that you were alive and on the line with him.

"San!" You giggled and snorted at hearing your boyfriend's name and started making kissing noises over the speaker, making San cringe and draw the phone away from his ear due to the disturbing noise.

"Yes, baby, it's me, San. Where are you right now?"

"I'm...I don't know...but there's a big fucking smiley face staring right at me."

San sighed and rubbed his temples before smiling. He knew exactly where you were and thankfully it wasn't that far from the apartment.

Hooking his phone up to the car, he punched in the location and pulled out of the parking lot. All while trying to make conversation with you.

"Hang in there baby, I'm almost there," he said you giggled again before a thumping noise came and the call got disconnected.

San pressed the accelerator with an inhuman force and even skipped a few red lights before pulling up in front of a 24x7 convenience store called 'Smiley Convenience'. Parking along the sidewalk haphazardly, he grabbed his phone and dialled your number to follow the ringing noise to back where the tables were located. Seated in one of the plastic chairs, there you were. Hair slightly tangled, falling all over your arm as you snoozed on the table. Your phone was pressed tightly between your cheek and table as soft snores left your mouth.

"Baby," San shook you awake but had to hold his breath due to the strong smell of alcohol that was coming off you as if it was some new perfume you had sprayed.

"Baby," he tried once again and lifted you up, shaking you by your shoulders slightly to get you awake and going.

Incoherent gurgles and mumbles left your mouth as you slumped on top of him. San moved you to the backseat, lying you straight down but upright enough to buckle you in.

Getting you back into the apartment was another task on its own. Throughout the elevator ride up to your apartment, drunk you thought it would be a good idea to press all the buttons and giggle as the elevator stopped and opened on every floor. San had to apologise multiple times to the elderly couple that had committed the grave sin of getting onto the same elevator as you and him. His back hurt from bowing to ninety degrees, apologising every time you pressed a button only to giggle and then lean into him some more.

San let out a huge exhale as he finally managed to get you seated at the kitchen island. Placing a big glass of water and a banana in front of you, he moved to your side to take off your coat and sweater.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you changed," he said gently and pulled at your coat and sweater until you whined and stopped him by holding his hands.

"Excuse me, sir," you slurred out, reaching your finger out to boop San's nose at 'sir'.

"I have no idea what you're doing, but I have a boyfriend."

San had to stifle the little chuckle that threatened to spill out of his lips.

"Don't joke (Y/n), come on. Let's get you to bed."

He tugged at your sweater and coat only to be met with a harsh glare from you again.

"Sir! I love my boyfriend very much and will not be cheating on him, thank you very much."

San's heart swelled at your love for him but the better part of him wanted to smack you for your lack of recognition.

Deciding to humour you, San left your clothes and moved to the other side of the island, peeling the banana and placing it in front of your lips.

'Oh yeah? Is your boyfriend hot?" He asked and watched with amusement as you bit the banana with a little pout, thinking long and hard.

"Sir," you said and blushed a bright red, covering your face with your hands.

"My boyfriend is the hottest," you replied and giggled at the end.

"That's good to hear," San said and peeled the banana further, stopping to give you a sip of water, pressing the straw to your lips.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" San asked, just to really kill the cat with curiosity.

"His name is..." you trailed off and San almost hit his face on the marble countertop in amusement but also frustration.

"You don't remember his name?" San mused and took out a bowl of strawberries, placing them in front of you.

"I know his name, sir. Don't be silly. His name is mountain!"

The surety in your voice as if you had hit eureka made San burst out with laughter as turned around to refill the water and throw the banana peel out.

"His name is mountain?"

You gave a determined nod and set your hands on the table in fists.

"His name is Mountain and I love him with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

Your eyes were hard and set ablaze with some kind of fire. But they also held a soft amount of love in them. Love and admiration, dripping out as honey while you talked about 'Mountain', your supposed boyfriend.

San choked a little at your confession and leaned across the kitchen island to reach you. He pressed a loving kiss to your lips and smiled at you.

You whined and pushed him back, complaining about how your boyfriend wouldn't like you kissing some other man but San heard none of it, your earlier confession ringing in his ears.

"Your boyfriend told me to tell you that he loves you too," he whispered and stroked your hair making it loll to the side as you pressed your cheek into his hand.

"That's good news, sir. Otherwise there would be a problem," you whispered back and then yawned. San could see the after-effects of your little alcohol solo party start to take its toll majorly and lifted you in his arms. You nuzzled into his neck, clinging to his body like a koala to a tree branch.

"Sir, I must say, you and Mountain smell the same. You both smell like home. My home," you murmured and then finally fell asleep, eyes drooping closed.

San could feel soft puffs of air against his neck as he shifted you around in the bed, finally unwinding your arms from his neck and pulling the blankets over you.

"I'll always be your home, baby." he whispered and cleared hair strands from your face, smiling at the little pout that had formed on your lips.

Getting into bed next to you, San inhaled as you immediately almost reflexively cuddled into his side.

Four walls created a house but home is always where the heart is and San's heart was with you; his home.

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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The Never Ending Roadtrip (tie the knot)

summary: (part 1) / (part 8) fem!reader joins Douxie on his quest for Nari’s safety, he’ll need company wont he? PART 7) two weddings in one day for our lovely wizard couple.

warning: swearing, maybe? prolly tho, alcohol, the us government

word count: 3149

a/n: the target audience here is def me. ahahjdd i hurt myself writing this, bon appetit

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Y/n let her eyes wander through the strange place. She supposed this was a pawn shop of sorts, but not one a mortal would patron. Or even know about. She wasn’t entirely sure how she got there herself. This was technically a basement. Grungy, yet somehow fancy? There was sand on the floor, and a giant floor to ceiling glass pane that made up an entire wall, letting patrons know they were in the bottom of the river Cohansey. Which would be beautiful, had this not been New Jersey. The water was murky, trash floating by with the occasional fish. Big, slimy green fish that looked like they could swallow an old lady’s chihuahua. Or maybe a toddler. There were shelves and shelves of either the shittiest junk you ever saw or things that looked like they belonged in an Egyptian tomb. Best not to touch anything. Y/n couldn’t clearly remember the entrance to this place, or entering, but that must have been a part of the concealment magic in place.

Douxie wasn’t kidding when he said they’d sign the papers tomorrow. He found himself acting fast, in case she changed her mind. She wouldn’t, of course. But just in case. While it would seem rushed to any outsiders, it didn’t feel so to him. Might as well have taken an eternity. A millennium. He had known her for years, was her best friend for years, he knew everything about her. She knew everything about him. It became much more apparent when suddenly she had the skill to do nothing but look at him and know something was amiss. Despite his best poker face he’d developed over the centuries, capable of fooling even the most observant of company. Not her. He had hoped she felt as strongly towards him as he her. He still had his insecurities and doubts, even if these rings could prove it.

He paid no mind to the big slimy green fish that flashed their large teeth to patrons. Douxie dug through the box of loose rings, looking for something specific, surely. Different enchantments, different curses, different styles, he needed to find the perfect pair. The sound of metal clattering was starting to become grating to the other patrons of the pawn shop. It was way too early for such clanging. Sure, it was afternoon, but still. Douxie had already found one for him, he just needed to dig around a little bit longer to find one for Y/n. He had already found several that could work, a bronze one shaped like tree branches around an emerald stone, a dainty silver braided band to bind, and an amethyst solitaire with calming qualities. None of these were right. Perhaps settling wouldn- Eureka, there it was. A nice gold band, the mate to the silver toned one for him, engraved with the matching runes, protection for them as they were together.

Douxie happily purchased the rings from the man behind the glass counter, to the relief of the other patrons. He found Y/n locked in a staring contest with one of those toothy fish. He pulled her away, assuring her that Fish don’t have eyelids, Love. Strange, she could have sworn that one did. He opened his palm, showing her the rings. She squealed, to the annoyance of the other patrons. They needed to get out of her before someone kicked them out.

They didn’t have to spend anything on dress/tux rentals, all thanks to Hisirdoux brand magic clothes. Y/n did manage to squeeze Archie into a little bowtie, much to the dragon-cat’s dismay. Y/n made sure to get a snapshot of it for archie_the_emo_kitty. Unlike Archibald, Nari was more than willing to boast formal wear. With all those wedding dresses she’d looked at with Y/n in mind, she begged Douxie to give her a little poufy green dress. Doux snuck in some smoky quartz as beading. Just a little extra protection never hurts. She was a very happy forest child, and spent a lot of time spinning around and around, fascinated by how the fabric flounced. She was very eager to do her part once Y/n explained to her what a flower girl was. Nari was going to be the best girl of flowers. Flowers grew from her hair.

The bowtie wrestled around Archie’s little neck matched the one around Douxie’s. Archie was technically the best man, of course. Some might think having a cat as your best man a bit sad, but there was no truer friend than Archie. And while Archie made them believe he was disgruntled at his state, this was only to preserve his pride. He would do anything if to make his brother, his familiar, smile. Even wearing a stupid blue bowtie and standing next to him during some sort of ceremony. Archie had to admit, he was surprised. Well, not surprised about them marrying, just that it was happening so soon. He knew his wizard’s heart could get ahead of him sometimes, so what was really surprising was learning that miss L/n proposed it. Perhaps those two were more alike than he knew.

Douxie looked really good in his suit, Y/n thought. Of course, anyone looks good in one, but Douxie looked extra good. Very handsome. It wasn’t a tuxedo, but he still opted for black with a little blue embroidery, and of course the blue bowtie. Very classic Douxie. Y/n wouldn’t have it any other way. He tried slicking back his hair but Y/n stopped him. No need to hide that perfect fringe, thank you. She braided a few of the strands down the side of it but not enough to obstruct it. There, that was good enough. Different but still the classic Douxie look. He laughed as she fussed with it. Some wildflowers he and Y/n picked earlier that morning were pinned to his lapel.

Y/n held a bunch of the same wildflowers in her hands. Not exactly a bouquet, but enough. She and Doux had woven some of them into crowns for each other to wear, respectively, for the day. It was a trollish tradition she thought was adorable. Picking the flowers together, weaving them into headpieces for the other to wear, a sort of unity thing. How beautiful.

Y/n actually made her own dress without Douxie’s help, as seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding was bad luck, after all. Douxie had taught her the spell, and she had been practicing an awful lot. It wasn’t perfect, but it did turn out to be exactly what she wanted. Y/n ran her hands down her sides, Not too frilly, not too sexy. Soft, sweet and romantic. And her. It looked like her. She hoped Doux would like it. He did.

She left her hair down. Douxie had made a comment once, way back when, that he thought it looked beautiful loose. She hadn’t meant for him to see it then. Douxie liking it was hard for fathom, considering her aunt had drilled into her head that loose hair was for loose minds, silly people not to be taken seriously. One’s hair should only be down when bathing or changing, especially not around others. In a way, leaving her hair loose like this was an expression of intimacy.

While they went to sign the papers officially in the eyes of the US government, the real wedding was out in the forest, with the trolls. Still, they figured they should tie their legal identities together, it’s not like a troll can actually officiate. Despite their legal identities being temporary and they would definitely have to forge new documents in half a century, they needed this for taxes and all that jazz. Y/n was going to make Douxie combine their bank accounts eventually. An efficient end to their ‘no, let me pay’ fights. But now wasn’t the time for finances. This was about love. And despite this not being the real wedding, Y/n still felt giddy.

The air in the courthouse smelled like dust and tobacco, and it felt like vague memories of confusion and bureaucracy. Strange memories, yet somehow nostalgic. At first the employees weren’t going to let Archie into the building, but once Douxie picked him up and showed him off, explaining that he was the best man, they couldn’t help but let him and his little bowtie in. That’s the thing about being cute, you often get away with murder.

Standing in front of the judge was daunting, even though Douxie knew he did nothing wrong. This time. He was just here to sign that marriage license. What a wonderful piece of paper, covered in calligraphy, stating that he legally belonged to Y/n and Y/n legally belonged to him. Such a fragile thing, in his hands. He would preserve it. Save it for centuries. The witness was a stranger, but that didn’t matter. Archie was the real witness, but alas cats have no power in court. Y/n blushed under Douxie’s gaze as they signed their names to the document. She looked ethereal in that dress, with the flowers in her hair. Even thought they were in a stuffy courtroom with people paying for traffic tickets, she was a goddess, standing here next to him, signing her soul to him. He would return the gesture with his whole chest. And he did.

They slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers, and it was done. Douxie looked back into Y/n’s eyes. His wife’s eyes. His heart may have stopped with that thought. His wife’s eyes.

Y/n was vibrating with energy as they left the courthouse. It was infectious, and soon Douxie was bouncing on his toes too. They couldn’t help but keep smiling. This was just the beginning. Time for the ceremony. Well, at least neither of them had to worry about cold feet. Y/n squeezed Douxie’s hand three times as they set off for the forest. He returned the gesture, kissing the top of her head for good measure.

Once they arrived at the shaded area the trolls had gathered in, Y/n sucked in a breath. It was just, so lovely. They were sitting in a circle, the center being where the wedding couple were to stand. Wildflowers decorated the ground. Nari had made sure they were arranged nicely. While Y/n didn’t know all of these trolls, she was delighted that most of her old pals were here. A few weren’t, but only because they hadn’t made it through the eternal night a few months ago. Surely their spirits were here. The atmosphere felt too much like love and support for them to not be. One of the trolls was strumming a lute of some sort. There was a baby troll who looked like they must have been carried here while they were napping and was now bewildered as to what was going on. Douxie may not know many of the trolls himself, but their presence felt right. And it made Y/n happy. A perfectly good reason for anything nowadays.

Y/n hooked her arm through Douxie’s as he led her to the center of the circle. The gentle lute music played as they kneeled, ready to begin. The music stopped and the officiant started. The officiant was an older troll, who could’ve rivaled Vendel in terms of ancientness. Neither Douxie nor Y/n payed him much attention, locked in each other’s gazes as he read off the sacred trollish wedding texts. A breeze blew through, blowing their hair, and a strand stayed in Y/n’s eyes even after it stopped. Douxie gently brushed it away, and was so caught up in the tender action he almost missed the officiant ask him to join his hand with Y/n’s.

“We are gathered here to witness the binding of two souls. Do you, Hisirdoux Casperan, and you, Y/n L/n, come here of your own free will, to be bound to each other in life and love for the rest of eternity?”

“Aye” Douxie and Y/n offered in unison.

“Then it shall be done.” The officiant tied the handfasting ribbon around their joined hands. A golden light shone through the ribbon, a little bit of magic.

Douxie placed his free hand under Y/n’s jaw. “You are the blood of my blood and the bone of my bone. I give you my body, and I give you my spirit. May you always drink from my cup. May I always be by your side through life and though that which comes after.” I will protect you always My Love.

Y/n was somehow able to catch her breath long enough to repeat the words back to him. “You are the blood of my blood and the bone of my bone. I give you my body, and I give you my spirit. May you always drink from my cup. May I always be by your side through life and though that which comes after.” You’ll never be lonely again Dewdrop.

“May the union now be sealed” Douxie and Y/n took this as a ‘you may now kiss the bride’ as trolls don’t kiss. Y/n was pretty sure trolls touched foreheads instead, as she’d seen Blinky and Arrgh do that often. She did as such to Douxie before kissing him. It slightly confused him, but he still recognized the affection.

There was no one there but them. Douxie deepened the kiss, melting into his beloved, his wife. Y/n matched it with fervor, but pulled away just as fast, almost making him whine. He opened his eyes, getting ready to pout, but was knocked back into remembering where he was. Oh, yeah, there actually were other people. His bad.

As the sun went down and the reception started, many trolls said many things and yet Douxie had no idea what was being said. He found it very hard to focus on anything that was not Y/n in this moment. A celebration was being had, yet the only important thing was the hand clasped in his and the cool feeling of metal he would soon get used to. He couldn’t wait to get used to it, as if it were nothing but a part of his skin. He could vaguely make out what song the lute troll was currently playing, one that reminded him of his younger years, and boy, did he feel young next to Y/n.

He led her into a dance, as this was a song perfect for dancing, of course. Y/n laughed. She hadn’t expected their first dance to start so soon. The light of the setting sun cast an orange glow as they flitted around joyously. At the end of the song, Douxie lifted Y/n and spun her around. A few nearby trolls, already drunk on bright green grog, raised their mugs and gave a cheer. A toast, one supposes. Y/n giggled at how quickly Douxie put her down after that, face flushed.

The red, orange, and yellow leaves of the trees around them seemed to be amplified by the sunset. It was one of the most beautiful things Y/n had seen, and perfect ambience for the best day of her life. The sound of the lute songs, birds chirping, and trolls chattering was the sound track. She’d play it on repeat if she could. She could feel Douxie’s shoulder brushing hers, and smell the comforting scent of cloves that clung to him. With every peck she could taste the red wine on his lips.

Now that the sun had gone down, magic candles were lit throughout, lighting the festivities. The trolls took this as the signal to bring out the food and start the feast. And feast they did. Nari was very interested in their food, and while Y/n wasn’t very positive she should let the veggie lady eat half of whatever this stuff was, Y/n didn’t care to police her this day. Nari can suffer the consequences of her curiosity for once. Y/n was too busy being wrapped up in Doux.

There was a very tall cake, resting on a flat rock. Must be one of Jim’s recipes he taught them while he was with them. Or it was a traditional troll recipe. No matter, wizard digestive systems are pretty strong and stranger things had been eaten. It was decorated beautifully, with the wildflowers and florets of what was either icing or plaster. Either way it would be delicious, whether it be made with flour and spices or gypsum and cat blood. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly as Y/n smashed it into Douxie’s pretty face.

He should have been expecting that. He had hoped she’d be sweet and gently feed him but he supposed the temptation was too great for his mischievous bride. A cheshire cat grin replaced his adoring expression as he grabbed a glob himself and smeared it across her features in retaliation. Y/n burst out laughing, grabbing him by the collar to kiss him and get them even more messy. Douxie’s lips tasted sweet, so it must be one of Jim’s icing recipes. Archie was glad he over by the rock and not next to them, in the splatter zone.

The dancing lasted all night. The candles, the full moon, and the stars cast a romantic glow to the celebration. The full moon was the perfect moon, a blessing for their big day. Douxie was very thankful for lute troll, this is exactly what he pictured his wedding sounding like when he was a boy. He twirled Y/n around effortlessly and endlessly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever tire of this. Her soft hands in his, he absolutely knew he’d never tire of. The trolls taught them a few of their traditional dances too, Y/n seemed to really have fun with those. At one point, Y/n danced with Nari, a cheerful little ditty, and Douxie thought it was the new most adorable thing he’s ever seen. It was cuteness overload, he may have to go sit down for a bit and let his heart catch up with him. However, It wasn’t long before Y/n pulled him back onto the dance floor once again.

After the feast was devoured, conversation lulled, and the music faded, the trolls packed up and headed back to trollmarket. The light of the candles was getting dim. Still, Douxie and Y/n stayed, swaying in each other’s arms. The music may have left, but they didn’t need it. They hummed to each other as Douxie leaned over to Y/n’s ear, to sing her a song he had written for her, not too long ago. She could feel his breath on the shell of her ear as he whispered the words meant just for her. Y/n let her eyes slip closed as this man, her husband, sang his heart to her in this private moment. She wished she had a poem prepared for him. Sure, she’d written plenty, but none of the words seemed quite strong enough anymore.

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kindajared · 5 years ago

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Bedtime Story (L x Reader) Fluff

You twirled your hair with your index finger as you stared at the screen in front of you. The laptop you were using warmed your thighs as you sat on the hotel room’s one of two couches. You yawned audibly, eyes watering slightly.

“I’m surprised you’re staying so late tonight.” You looked up to see dark, wide eyes staring in your direction from a chair across from you, past the coffee table. You looked down at the time at the bottom right corner of the computer screen. 3:24.

“Oh wow.” You raised your eyebrows, surprised yourself, ” I honestly didn’t realize.” You took your finger out of your hair, leaving a loose curI behind “I’d call myself to invested, but is that really a bad thing given the situation?”

“I suppose not. Though you need sleep to give your best performance.” You watched the other stack a tenth sugar cube on the tower he made next to his coffee, “And you’re going to be lacking that in the later hour of what I will label tomorrow...which is today.” He continued. You tilted your head, letting out a small laugh.

“Look who’s talking, Ryuzaki. If anyone needs sleep it’s you.” You placed your right hand on your mouse and clicked on one of the various pictures of criminals.”Though I’m assuming that’s not something you do much of, huh?”

He put his thumb up to his lips, eyes focused on the tower, “No it isn’t.” He mumbled before he placed his feet on the floor. He got up from his chair, which surprised you at first. He walked over to you, hands in his pockets. He then sat next to you, pulling his knees to his chest, bare feet tucked up on the couch as well.

He moved some of his disheveled black hair out of his face before looking at you. You swallowed, having trouble looking up at him. You weren’t used to his attention. It was just you and him there, which you hadn’t really taken into account until now. It made your chest tighten.

You were nervous, but not in a bad way. You had accepted that you had feelings for L a long time ago and being so close to him affected you incredibly, especially since this had never happened.

The silence was a little awkward before he reached over to close your laptop, “Wait!” You reached down to stop him, but he was to quick, practically slamming it. You furrowed your brows and shot him a confused look.

“Now why’d you go and do tha-?” You asked. When your eyes met his again you stopped. His stare was nearly to intense, his dark eyes made it even worse. You wondered what was going on in his head just then. You sighed in defeat.

He pulled it away from your lap, mouse hanging from it by it’s wire, “Because I’m the boss.” You watched his hand as he brought it back to his knee, “If I give you orders will you obey?” He asked.

You froze, hesitant to reply “W-well yeah, of course.” You forced yourself to keep eye contact with him as you awaited his ‘order’. He reached over and placed his thumb on the apple of your cheek, “Your eyes are red.” He observed, simply describing what he saw. Your lips parted, flustered to no end.

“I’ve stayed up this late in the past. Is there any reason you’re so concerned, boss?” You said, a little sarcastic. He didn’t remove his thumb, he just continued, “I know the look of someone who’s worked themselves to the bone,(Y/N).” He let his thumb travel down to your jaw before he pulled it away, "You should go home.”

“Hm...” You hummed as if contemplating the idea, which you weren’t. You then had an eureka moment, “How about this. I’ll go home when you finally lay down. Not necessarily sleep, just lay down. Yeah?” You offered, smiling.

“Well, now... I think it’s safe to say it’s time I ask why you’re so concerned..” He replied. It was easy for you to answer, “I care about you-Your well-being.” You cleared your throat.

L shifted his feet and slid himself closer to you. He hummed, finding what you said very curious,”That’s strange.” He simply said, “You care about me?” He put a finger to his lips, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

You clapped your hands together, “That’s great!” You got up excitedly and took the hand that rested on his knee in your own, pulling him up. He stumbled off the couch, following you to the bed.

No one had ever said anything like you had to him. No one ever treated him like this. Gentle and kind, frankly playful. Your grasp on his hand made his pale face turn a light shade of pink.

“There will be one condition.” He spoke as you both stood at the side of the bed. You replied curiously, “And what’d that.”

Hands still clasped together, he brought them both up together, as if to put them on display. He looked back and forth between them and you. You widened your eyes in anticipation.

He leaned in close to you. Your face was burning hot, you were going to lose your cool.

“You have to...” He stopped just inches from your face, his back was hunched as usual, but it helped so that he could meet your eye line, “Read me a bed time story.” He spoke seriously. It caught you off guard.

“A-A bed time story? I don’t know any. Not even one.” You almost felt bad. As silly as this was, it was incredibly cute. Your soft smile just grew as you shook your head.

“Then how am I supposed to sleep?” He wondered aloud, “I don’t have any methods of my own.” He slowly let go of your hand, but didn’t step back from you.

“Well first. sit down okay?” You grabbed him by the shoulders and sat him down. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he interrupted you.

“You are very kind.” And then you finally saw a smile on his face. It made your heart skip a beat. It was a sight to behold.

He took your wrist and pulled you down next to him. As you made contact with the bed you let out a sigh.

“I’m not trying to assume anything, but I’m not going to stay, though again...not trying to assume anything.” Your voice was incredibly nervous. Your eyes weren’t on him, but you felt his on you.

“I was hoping you might. That’s to bad.” Your eyes shot up to meet his.

“Really?” You exclaimed quickly without thinking. You put your hand to your face, embarrassed, “Sorry, I was just surprised.” You let your hands fall to your lap, but you managed to keep you eyes locked on his.

“Yes, I could tell.” He looked away, "I just realized I may have made you fairly uncomfortable.” It was his turn to be embarrassed, “I’m sorry for that,”

“No no!” You put your hand on his back, “I like sitting here with you. I like this.” You assured him, hoping he wouldn’t feel any sort of guilt. You could see he clearly did. You figured he wasn’t used to being so close to someone.

“I really like...you, actually, Ryuzaki.” You spoke again, which earned you a surprised look from the other. You sucked in a breath then, not sure if you regretted saying what you just had.

“Is that so?” He asked. You returned his question with a nod. You were gazing down at the time, but you brought he head back up with his long fingers.

“I never was good at reading women.” He spoke soon after. You let out a laugh, bringing your hand up to grasp his fingers, “I could have guessed that.” You pressed your lips to his fingers then, waiting for his reaction.

He did seem rather surprised at your action, but his lids fell a bit, as if relaxed. Just then, just as he pulled his fingers away, he embraced you. You let out a tiny gasp. This was the last thing you expected. You didn’t say anything.

“I hope you don’t mind.” He spoke softly, arms under yound and wrapped around your back. You quick heartbeat slowled. You hugged him right back, and tightly.

“Not at all.” You let your fingers travel into his hair. You squeezed your eyes shut then, turning your head and placed a kiss on his cheek.

You felt him stiffen. You were going to apologize, but you didn’t. You felt him start to pull away and you did the same. When you could see each other’s faces again, he blinked slowly.

“Are you okay?” You asked him. He looked a little bewildered. but his expression relaxed. He was such an odd guy. You could only wonder about his upbringing. You actually wondered about it a lot.

“Yes.” His face was even more flushed than before. You almost felt proud that you could get this sort of reaction from him. It was surreal to have him like this.

“I was worried there.” You admitted, even though it was obvious based on your expression.

His postured began to change and he began going a bit limp. You steadied him, putting one hand behind his neck and on his back. He was falling back, assuming you would help him do just that.

His head then came to rest on the pillow behind him. You pulled your hands away and slowly got up from the bed. He stretched his legs out and turned on his side, facing you.

“I’ve got you right where I want you.” You said triumphantly, hands on your hips. L brought his slender hands up to his chest, his knees following behind.

“Oh!” You put a finger to your lips before reaching for a blanket that lay neatly on the end of the bed. You quickly covered him. From his neck down You wrapped it snuggly around him.

“I’m sorry, but you kinda look like a baby all curled up like that.” You giggled at that point. His eyes had been closed ever since he laid down, but he opened one to look up at you, “Yes...and I must admit I feel like one.” He let out a tired breath.

“So does this mean you’re leaving?” He opened his other eye as he asked you the question, “Yeah, but you’re aware it won’t be long before I’m back, right?”r

“I am.” He shifted as he began to get comfortable. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. You smiled to yourself as you walked back over to the couch to pick up your things and pack them away in your bag. You let out a huff as you swung it over your shoulder. You gave L another glance before walking over to the door.

“(Y/N),” You heard him call to you quietly, “Next time you’re staying.” He fell silent again. You stopped in place and smiled to yourself. Part of you wanted to stay this time, but you wouldn’t. You moved to grab the doorknob then.

“You got it boss.”

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ezrisdax-archive · 5 years ago

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thoughts on time loops?

okay remember you asked this.

so. I wrote this as I was traveling home and it’s still just a jumble of thoughts but spoilers for like...all shows with time loops. there are a few things I think make up a perfect time loop, not all shows need to follow this structure, most only follow a few of the key things I feel they need and still come out stellar but what it boils down to for me is:

There can only be at max two people involved in the time loop. Three if you have a villain whose caused the loop but the focus should be about those two/one protag character stuck in the loop. This means the narrative growth they go through and the things they learn in the loop gets to shine, Legends of Tomorrow’s loop with Zari for instance. She gets to grow as a person with no else realizing what’s going on and remembers once it’s done. Time loops at their core should be about allowing narrative growth for a short amount of time.

They should remember all aspects of the loop once it’s done. Now some shows can pull off not having that, The Librarians for instance is in my top three of time loops but Ezekiel doesn’t remember in the end and it is probably my least fave part of that loop, but the other characters around him know he experienced the change and see that part of his growth, but I still believe that in order to further development the characters should remember the loop

Now if you’re not going for narrative growth then time loops should be about fun, this I feel is limited to shows that aren’t dramas. Like the Lilo and Stitch cartoon one. You can still have some growth but in a show where most of that will be reset anyway by the next episode just focus on the fun aspect there.

While you can start off in media res like Dark Matter’s time loop there’s something enjoyable about seeing the start, comparing the first loop and then every thing after it and the characters realizing what’s going on. It gives you a chance to really see the differences between each loops.

Look all things have been done before but that doesn’t mean you can’t put your own twist on the loop. In the Librarians the loop is because he’s trapped in a game. In Dark Matter a second person gets stuck in the loop a long time after the first person does. In Star Trek: TNG they don’t realize they’re even in a loop and only have deja vu and subtle hints something is wrong and what they need to change. You can make time loops unique.

Enjoy the humour in them. While I do believe they should mostly be used to establish a change in a character, there’s always that moment in the loop where the character realizes they can do anything. It allows them to explore different areas with other characters while not ruining anything in the show and gives a reasonable explanation for going back to the status quo for the other people not in the loop. Granted that leads to...

Exploring what the loop does on the person. How living it constantly over and over wears you down. Stargate’s time loop does this best for me with quick short loops each about ten seconds long that still get across the exhaustion happening to the characters. Each time you see Jack and the fruit loops you can see he’s just done with this.

Have there be a continual issue the person stuck in the loop has to deal with. It’s a lesson to be learned, like Sam dealing with Dean dying in Supernatural or Erica in Being Erica learning to take the value of a single day or in the movie Naked when the main character just has to

Lean on the repeats, explore the differences even one line can make when a character doesn’t get a chance to say them or how the character in the loop convinces others they’re in the loop and need help. Or you can just show the faith that the characters have in each other by having them believe the other right away like Nathan does with Audrey in Haven’s. There’s something enjoyable either in showing the growing bond of the characters or how it’s always there.

When the loop is done give one scene at the end to show the character is still living some aspect of them. In Stargate Jack is allowed to enjoy oatmeal which seems silly but is big to him given how the loop was. In all of Russian Dolls you can tell the characters aren’t going to forget these any time soon and it’s still influencing their actions and choices (granted this whole show is a loop so it would focus on that anyway). In the Adventure Zone the knowledge Magnus gets from the loop literally changes everything about the story as it follows.

Look at their core time loops are the same as any trope, a means to tell a story. They just also allow the story to contain more growth than the usual one given the short amount of time. You can make them as funny or as drama as you want, ranging from Xena’s episode with Cupid and using her chakram to fix all the issues in one city to Eureka’s episode that ends with Stark dying to stop the loop for good. The nice thing about this trope is how it can be played either way.

Also while loops don’t really explore it (Dark Matter tried but ended the loop on the first go) is getting someone in the loop after the first person is already in it. @sidewaystime and I have had talks about nested loops like that, would the loop reset if either died? Would one have to live out the time till the reset? If someone loops in a smaller time frame than the first how does the effect the first loop? If the first loop is broken does that autobreak the second loop? And if they person starts is now on the same time frame as the first loop what does that mean for the technology that started the loop? Can it sustain that? Is that would cause it to fail in the end?

You can do a whole show of it! Play it like Daybreak and Russian Doll and go whole episodes/seasons involved in that loop or do it like Tru Calling and loop once.

There’s just a lot of variety with this trope! It’s amazing what it can do! Aaaand my top loops episodes/arcs:

Window of Opportunity - Stargate

Cause and Effect - Star Trek: TNG

And the Point of Salvation - The Librarians

The 11th Hour - The Adventure Zone

Naked (Netflix film)

Here I go Again - Legends of Tomorrow

Mystery Spot - Supernatural (look I hate the show but that’s a good episode!)

All the Time in the World - Dark Matter

I Do Over - Eureka

Been There, Done that - Xena

(notice I did not actually put Groundhog Day on here, while I do enjoy that movie I hate that the guys a douche and wins the girl over in the end. I’m not comfortable if they do a relationship much in a loop unless it’s fanfic)

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therollingstonys · 5 years ago

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Comfortable

It’s been a stressful day for all of them, but Steve can see the strain it’s put on Tony in particular. His suit had failed against Mysterio and they’d very nearly lost Peter because of it.

Tony disappears after the team briefing and Steve doesn’t see him again for two days. He knows Tony needs some space but eventually JARVIS tells him that Tony is asleep at his workstation and he goes down to pull him out.

Tony looks up at him sleepily as he lifts him to his feet, confusion in his gaze before recognition sets in. “No…gotta fix it,” he slurs sleepily, trying to push Steve away with weak hands.

“C’mon Shellhead,” he replies, pulling Tony against him so he can press a kiss to Tony’s temple, “come to bed.”

All the fight goes out of him and he nods, plastering himself against Steve with a hum and Steve smiles softly, keeping a firm grip on him as he guides them up to their suite. He gets Tony changed and into bed and the joins him for a few hours while he sleeps before getting up and starting his daily routine.

He runs 30 miles, spends an hour on sparring with Nat and Peter and then showers and makes breakfast for he and Tony. He opens the bedroom door slowly and pauses, watching as Tony drools into the pillow, hair a mess and lines pressed into his skin from the sheets.

Smirking fondly, he shakes his head and walks over silently, laying the tray of food on the empty side of the bed to lean over and kiss Tony awake, smiling when he rouses slowly and starts participating. He tastes like stale coffee and morning breath but Steve doesn’t care.

He buries his face in Tony’s neck and inhales the sleepy, warm scent of his skin.

He knows this man inside and out; how he prefers jeans to suits, Audi to Ferrari, loves meatball sandwiches but always spills on his shirt no matter how hard he tries, how he thinks of Peter as a son and does everything he can to protect him, how he thinks he’s not worthy of Steve’s love.

Tony is his best friend, his teammate, his love. His everything. He wants a lifetime of sleepy kisses and morning breath and wiping off spots of shaving cream missed by the towel and laughing together and making love.

He wants it all.

Tony sits up slowly, smiling softly, eyes crinkling around the edges and Steve can’t help lifting a hand to trace his wrinkles, knowing Tony thinks it’s silly, but he can’t help it; he loves Tony, every smile, wrinkle and laugh. He leans in and kisses the wrinkles by his eyes and as Tony laughs he goes for the dimples on his cheeks too and then captures Tony’s lips with his and sighs as Tony winds his fingers through his hair, holding him close.

“Good morning to you too,” Tony murmurs, grinning as Steve shuffles closer and sets the tray in his lap. They share bites and kisses and eventually Tony explains the upgrades he was trying to make to the suit and why they weren’t working and when he has a eureka moment and stumbles out of bed Steve just laughs softly and watches him dress hastily.

Tony pauses at the door and strides back, kisses him firmly and grins softly, “Thank you hon,” he murmurs and Steve doesn’t ask what for, just nods and squeezes his hip before he lets him go.

Steve and Natasha run down a lead on Bucky for a week and when he gets back he’s bruised, heart sore and weary. Tony takes one look at him and propels him to their room and strips him, tutting over the still healing scrapes and bruised littering his body.

They end up in the shower and Tony holds onto him as he cries, mournful and frustrated and scared. Tony’s hands rub gently over his back and when he pulls back to apologize Tony shakes his head and pulls his head down to his, pressing their foreheads together so they stand together in the steam, just breathing.

It shatters him how at ease he is with Tony, how no one makes him sensitive like Tony does, how Tony knows every broken part of him and still loves him.

He’d thought for a long time they’d never even be friends, and then he’d made a joke and made Tony laugh and he’d decided to try and make Tony laugh everyday and somewhere along the way they’d fallen in love—slowly and then suddenly it seemed all at once it had always been like this between them.

He watches Tony brush his teeth and neaten his beard and tucks the tag in on the back of his shirt with a soft smile and bends down so Tony can arrange his hair how he likes and it’s, it’s them; all the domestic moments he’d dreamed of as a young man, he has it, here with Tony.

After they dress Tony drives them out to Coney Island and they sit on the bench with ice cream cones, holding hands and watching people. Tony leans into him, baseball cap pulled low over his sunglasses, and whispers in his ear little stories about the people that pass by.

It lightens his heart and he can’t repress the smile that spreads across his face as the sun sets slowly.

They walk down the boardwalk hand in hand and Steve pulls them to a stop by a woman singing as a man plays a keyboard, her voice raspy and low, crooning about love while the waves crash in the background.

He tugs Tony into his arms and dances with him, smiling softly when the other man rolls his eyes but goes along willingly. Tony rests his cheek against Steve’s shoulder, humming along with the song the woman sings and Steve has to fight the thickness in his throat and the emotion making his eyes well up.

He sees people taking pictures of them but doesn’t stop, because he’s comfortable here with Tony, happy. He squeezes Tony’s hip and smiles down at him when he looks up, “I love you,” he murmurs and tilts his chin to kiss him.

Tony rises on his toes and meets him halfway.

They’ve had their honeymoon period of passionate and desperate sex, of fighting just to have make up sex, of holding back because they’re both so broken and now, now they have nothing left to hide because they know each other like the way they know how to breathe.

He doesn’t think the flame between them has burned out, he thinks that instead it’s like a lighthouse, guiding them through rocky shores and tempestuous waters so they always make it home safe to each other.

He closes his eyes and holds Tony close, hand spread across his spine so he can feel him breathe as they dance.

The sun sets behind them and the music ends but they don’t let go, still dancing because this, them, it’s comfortable.

It’s love, it’s inevitable and Steve can’t wait to have the rest of their lives to enjoy every second of loving Tony and being loved by him.

He couldn’t ask for more than this.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #steve x tony #steve rogers x tony stark #mod stella writes #if you like it you should put a reblog on it

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