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cupcakewebkinz · 2 months ago

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Two Loafing Vees?

♡ Former Cat Vee Anon wants Cat Vivi, she gets Vee teaching Vivi how to become a loaf of love lol ♡

ʚ♡ɞ Caretaker Shanon au is mine hehe ʚ♡ɞ

ʚ @soupiestzilla come get more Cat Vee hehehe ɞ

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Vee sat on the back of the couch, watching out the window, tail flicking. Vivi was sitting behind her, also looking out the window. Gi and Shelly were running around in the rain together, laughing and having fun with each other, and the two Vees were lowkey jealous. Vivi has no idea she's waterproof, so she thought she couldn't join them.

"How do you do it, Vee? How do you always make yourself comfortable no matter what?" Vivi suddenly asked, ignoring as the two's antennae both twitched when a small grumble of thunder was heard. Vee's tail flicked once at it, her hands gripping the couch cushion tighter in slight fear.

"What, you mean my loafing?" Vee asked, looking over at her former enemy like they've always been friends, smiling peacefully at her with a small twitch of her antennae. Though the left one flicked as she quickly looked back outside, as Shelly had squealed loudly. Sprout had snuck attacked her with a water balloon, it made Vee start laughing, while Vivi just watched in genuine curiosity.

"Like... A big cat, huh?" Vivi asked, making Vee pause and look back at her.

"You want to be a cat-?"

"You act like a cat, it's pretty adorable."

"I remember why I wanted to punch your screen in now." Vee teased, punching her screen so gently Vivi didn't even flinch. She just started laughing, and Vee soon was laughing right with her, tails wagging in unison─ as if they too finally have accepted the truce the two had just because Vee was play fighting with her.

"Stop trying to punch my face in, I bite!" Vivi teased, making Vee laugh one of her way too loud laughs as she crawled off the back of the couch, just to shove Vivi over playfully before loafing on the couch. Vivi watched, and soon copied her, watching Vee as she went from laughing disaster to a puddle of loafed love and purrs that could make even the worst days feel great.

"We can purr too?" Vivi asked curiously, adjusting her own loaf since she did it a little awkwardly in her first attempt. Vee just nodded once, antennae lowered, purring up a storm of her own. A storm of love- despite the other being someone she had beef with for over 10 years until literally last week.

"Veronica loved when I did this on her lap, she'd pet me gently and call me her little kitten, I'd trap her on our dumb green room couch for hours. Just purring, loafed on her lap. She pretended she hated it─ but I knew better. She loves my loafs, she was just pretending to hate them so I wouldn't trap her all day." Vee casually explained, tucking herself in just a little more as she yawned. Vivi just got snug herself and yawned, then closed her own eyes.

"Sounds like you- knowing just how everyone works, yet never admitting it until years later. I'll never understand you." Vivi quietly stated, making Vee open an eye and look at her.

"It's all a part of the plan... The plan to dominate the world so everyone bows down to me and gives me all their love and affection."

"Yeah right, Version One, totally a plan."

"You're finally getting sarcasm, I'm proud of you." Vee admitted honestly, making Vivi laugh quietly before getting up, just to loaf beside the original and curl her tail around her. Vee copied her, putting her monitor close to the other, allowing Vivi to snuggle up against her as much as she wanted to. The two soon were found napping together, purring up a storm together and snuggled up against the other, tails wrapped around the other Vee like they were friends for years─ even though they just made amends with each other last week. They got along like sisters now, most likely because they honestly were like sisters if you really thought about it. Shanon looked at the two when she came out of the kitchen, then sighed and shook her head, grabbing a blanket and gently covering the two up in it.

"Sleep well, you two." She whispered to them, giving both Vees kisses on their heads before walking off to get the towels ready for the soaking wet toons that would raid the house soon. The two Vees obviously didn't care, they were vibrating, purring, napping loaves of love beside each other now. The only care they had was the care for their naps currently, with both of them having their antennae lowered and Vee moving the blanket so it covered most of their screens. Gi looked at the two when they came in, now bundled in an overly fluffy blue towel.

"Hey, sweet cinnamon roll, is that normal?" Gi asked as she looked at Shelly, who also looked over at the two before giggling.

"Yeah, that's normal, they're recharging each other- they run off of love you know." Shelly explained sweetly, drying off her face with her own towel. Gi nodded, then gently patted Vivi's head with a now dry hand.

"I'm just glad they're still getting along..."

"Oh trust me Gi, they'll get along just fine from now on, Vee only pretends to hold grudges. She's a really sweet toon, you just gotta understand her to see that. Let's go get some cocoa and let them nap." Shelly replied, and soon the two went to the kitchen to get their usual hot cocoa after their water wars. The two cats just kept napping, both oblivious, but really cozy and warm.

They really were friends now... And Vee couldn't wait to teach Vivi how to be just as chaotic as she was- just after a long nap of course.

#dandys world #kais original post #kai's writing #caretaker shanon au #I wrote this this morning so it's really short and sweet #that's what my community seems to love though!#we fluffing up most of the day today yeehaw #lol #cat vee time

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ithildinwrites · 8 months ago

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haikyuu dumpster battle movie review

btw i copied this directly from my letterboxd review lol my acc is linked here if u wanna follow me there :)

THIS IS A REWATCH REVIEW THIS IS MY SECOND TIME SEEING THE MOVIE

*cracks fingers* alright here we go i pulled out the laptop to write this review i have so much to say

this is my first rewatch of the movie and i think when i watched it the first time in the cinema i was just so hyped and happy to be watching it that i just wanted to enjoy it and i didnt really think about it too deeply you know? but now rewatching it lets me think about it more and kind of analyse it properly so :)

okay first of all !!! i spent the entirety of this movie either grinning ear to ear OR crying because i love it sm. and i do not exaggerate how much i fucking cried bc istg i would wipe the tears away and calm down and then start crying again the second the next scene started like it's not even funny

i adore the relationships between karasuno and nekoma so so much like it's so cool seeing the characters and their parallels and then also their rivals yk like how daichi and kuroo are both captains and they've got that whole thing going but then there's also the rivalry between kuroo and tsukishima!!! and it's the same with shoyo and kenma and then shoyo and inouka LIKE IDK I JUST ADORE IT

furudate writes relationships so wonderfully whether you choose to interpret them romantically or platically i just think they're all so deep and important and have so much depth and importance to the plot and the characters' own development and growth it's so lovely

so the relationships! first of all yamaguchi and tsukishima. we didn't see too much of them in this movie but the little bits we did i ADORED SO SO MUCH!!!! like tsukishima saying "he's someone who's going to surpass me" about yamaguchi OH MY GOD SO CUTE and then their little high five :((( i love them sm

tsukishima himself i just love a lot especially in this movie. he has one of the best growth arcs i've seen and it's so cool seeing how much he changed from the beginning to starting to join in more in s2 during the training camp bc of kuroo and bokuto and then in s3 to stopping ushijima's spike and falling deeper into volleyball like he's so cool!!! seeing him battle against kuroo in this and LAUGH and beat him like wow he's great and he's so petty too i love him lol

KUROO AS WELL!!! i love love love all the little flashbacks they had, especially the one of kuroo and kenma in their childhood when they went to the volleyball place and they had the line about "lowering the net" because as a manga reader, knowing what kuroo ends up doing for his job and how he works to lower the net is such a cool like arc? like seeing how much he grew and how he grasped that and did it himself to help others is so lovely

if i started talking about kenma and shoyo i fear i would never shut up. their friendship means the absolute world to me like they were besties from the moment they met, calling each other by their first names when no one else calls shoyo that except for nishinoya like !!!!! kenma being besties with him when he basically doesnt talk to people like that just goes to show how much shoyo draws people to him. the fact that this friendship fully helped change the way kenma looks at volleyball because he found a worthy opponent and a worthy boss and it made him acknowledge that volleyball was FUN!!!

kenma admitting that volleyball was fun might just be my roman empire (along with one other line i'll talk about in a bit) like IT HAS SUCH AN IMPACT YK???

so many things in this movie held such impacts i think. like kageyama giving shoyo a chance to pick himself up and hit the ball. his little "fly" LIKE YES THAT'S HIS FUCKING PARTNER AND HE'S GOING TO HELP HIM GET BACK UP!!!!! and then shoyo fucking FLEW SO HIGH AND HE SLAYED WOW WHAT A GUY

shoyo's growth throughout this series (especially including the manga and brazil + timeskip stuff) is so wonderful to look at because he really grew so much and we got to witness every little bit of it like isn't that so cool??? we got to see him improve little bits of himself throughout the series and i just love it so fucking much

i need to start wrapping this up bc i've been yapping for so long okay last couple things

"thank you for teaching me volleyball" I FUCKING CRIED OKAY KENMA SAYING THAT TO KUROO IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER LIKE :((( fully attributing that he wouldnt be here today had kuroo not taught him to play volleyball and asked him to play everyday isn't that CRAZY

also i love love LOVE that kenma and kuroo were the first two to bow to nekomata and say thank you, paralleling the scene of them seeing him when they were little kids and like idk i just thought it was a really cool scene

i know i said i cried a lot during the movie but genuinely the last couple minutes from when the match ended onwards when u see them all celebrating or whatever and then speaking to their coaches and then each other!!!!! daichi and kuroo hugging, and then kuroo and tsukishima etc was so so cute to see i love the relationships between the two teams. also seeing grandpa ukai hold his hand out to the fucking tv I FUCKING LOST IT like my eyes hurt from crying so much okay i think my yap is over :D if u read this all then i hope u enjoyed my ramble lol

#haikyuu #haikyu!!#haikyuu the dumpster battle #haikyu!! the dumpster battle #haikyuu!! the dumpster battle

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jabbage · 2 years ago

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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bookaddict24-7 · 2 years ago

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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172. The Delicious Death by Kayla Cottingham--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THIS DELICIOUS DEATH fell more prominently into my TBR list because of a friend who read it and made it look like a really good and bloody time. She wasn't wrong!

I was so surprised by this one (mainly because I took a bite out of it without reading the synopsis first), so I was thoroughly entertained. I didn't know how normalized the horrors of this book were, so that was a unique and fun reveal. I think it was such a good exploration of how the world treats people that don't fit into the "typical" human category. The fear and the exclusionary actions of some of the characters were very on the nose when we think about today's society.

I enjoyed the twists and turns and how these girls fought to save each other and others like them. They didn't depend on men to help them--they were total bad asses. They were just a little hungrier than most badasses, and you know what? That's perfectly fine.

I also find it strangely timely (for when I read it) that these catastrophic events take place during a huge musical festival when the events of Burning Man were happening. It was an interesting and totally coincidental line up of events.

Also, love, LOVE the romance in this and how diverse it was. And the flashbacks, although sometimes a pet peeve for me, really helped me understand why some of the characters were the way they were.

Finally, this book really made me think of GIRLS SAVE THE WORLD IN THIS ONE by Ash Parsons. If you enjoy this one as much as I did, I think you'll enjoy that one!

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173. Stiff by Mary Roach--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was really excited to read this one because I've heard really good things about Mary Roach. And while I DID enjoy this for the most part, it got to a certain point where I kind of just wanted it to end.

The first half was really interesting. It was morbid, but I've never been too squeamish when it comes to the topic. We are all temporarily in these bodies and when we leave, our bodies are left behind. So, learning what we can learn from those bodies and how they're treated was fascinating. There was humour thrown in there to break up the dark tension and I really appreciated it. There was also a lot of historical research about grave digging and how certain practices have been adopted over the years.

But then the second half started and I just...I'll admit, my attention started to turn away from Roach's words and my interest started to wane. Just goes to show that even though these topics have always made me wish I had more aptitude for the sciences, my attention would never linger long enough to fulfill such fanciful futures LOL.

Anyway, this was good overall--even with that latter half (for me). I think this is a great Autumn read. You get to learn some neat stuff and get the sometimes creepy forthrightness of science.

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174. Fall of Ruin & Wrath by Jennifer L. Armentrout--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy of this book from the publisher because I interviewed the author for Indigo on Instagram. This did not affect my review in any way.

I usually read books like this one as audiobooks because my attention strays so much now that I'm older. So, I was a little wary because I had to read this by a deadline AND I had to read the physical copy. I was so happy to see how easily the story pulled me in and how addicted I was to the story.

I loved the main character and her energy--it gave me huge flashbacks to when I read Armentrout's books in the past and how addicted I was to them. There's just something always so compelling and addicting about her writing. I especially loved how the MC spoke her mind and was honest with herself about what she wanted and needed to survive.

When the love interest came in, I was even more hooked. I LOVED the sexual tension and how he was so unapologetically himself. Listen, I have acknowledged that what would normally be red flags in real life are very green flags (sometimes) in books like this one because, sigh. This love interest can get it.

There were other pretty cool things about this book, like how we learn about why the world is the way it is and the power of the natural world around the characters. I also felt like the story, even though it's mainly set in one place, was so compellingly written that it didn't need too much complication settings-wise.

My one complaint is the over-use of the ellipsis punctuation. The story was great, but some pages had at least two instances of...the character...talking...like...this...or describing...describing something...something like this. For me, it ruined the flow of writing and even if the scene happening was a serious or emotionally-charged one, I was taken right out and found myself giggling at yet another ellipsis.

My biggest way of recommending this book for reluctant readers is that it very much gave me SJM vibes, so if you're a fan of her fantasy romance books, then you might like this. I had a lot of fun and the spicy moments were very, very fun.

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175. The Stranger by K.A. Applegate--⭐️⭐️⭐️

While I found this instalment to be one of my least favourites, I DO see the importance of it.

THE STRANGER is a perfect example of how these are just kids who are fighting a nearly impossible war. They are given the opportunity to either stop what they're doing, or keep going and honestly, what do you think you'd do if given that opportunity?

As the story progresses and the stakes rise, we are constantly being reminded that these are kids.

I'm still incredibly excited to keep seeing where this series takes me. The books are short, but they pack some pretty great messages.

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176. Go Down Hard by Ali Seay--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My friends have read and loved this book and I can completely see why.

This book was so much fun. I know that this is horror, but I was so entertained by the one-liners and the comedic timing. Also, what are the chances of a woman serial killer moving in next door to a men who is also a serial killer?

I also loved how he eventually showcases why she is the way she is and that despite all the stoicism and the mask some people wear, people like him are all the same in the end. The cat and mouse game between the two characters really emphasized this point and made it even more entertaining to me, as a woman.

I highly recommend this one for those who want to read horror novellas, but are wary of gory horror. Yes, there is murder, but the social commentary and icky factor of this man makes this book more than worthy enough for the horror category!

Also, not to mention how ADDICTING this book was. I had to put the book down because I had to get up early the next day. So worth the sleepless night, though.

Never have I rooted for a serial killer before. Oop.

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177. Landbridge by Y-Dang Troeung--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was one of the more creative memoirs I've had the pleasure of reading. The text was full of photography and was cut into, as the title describes, fragments. It was incredibly readable and I enjoyed learning more about the heartbreaking history of Cambodia, and the reality of life as an immigrant in Canada in the '80s.

I think, however, that my absolute favourite part of this text (as heartbreaking as it is) were the letters Troeung wrote for her son. They were moments and thoughts captured in time that he can one day look back on whenever he thinks of his mother. While the rest of the text had really important experiences and histories retold, even personal experiences, it was these snippets that capture my heart.

The author's story is heartbreaking and that dedication at the end broke me, especially knowing just how important those letters will now be to her son.

I highly recommend "Landbridge" for anyone who enjoys reading immigrant memoirs and for those who want to open their world up a little more. Not only does this explore the grief one might experience over a country your family had to leave, but you will be a part of the living grief the author shared with the reader in the letters for her son. Gorgeous and heart shattering.

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178. The Murders of Molly Southbourne by Tade Thompson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I LOVED this one. The writing, off the bat, was incredibly compelling and addicting. It felt beautiful and full of so many things I wanted to highlight. The story idea is so unique and had some genuinely terrifying moments.

What would you do if your blood was enough to create clones of you almost instantly--murderous clones that hated you?

There were searing moments of sadness where I grieved with the mc, and moments where I laughed until tears came to my eyes because she's so socially awkward.

This being a novella also made this a super quick and addicting read.

Immediately ordered the next two books and will hopefully read them soon!

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179. Dead to the World by Charlaine Harris--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in September 2023-

Oh Eric, the things that happen to you. I was a little wary going back into this one because I vaguely remembered what happened with Eric, but I was happily surprised and thoroughly entertained. For once, Sookie got to have a hot girl summer moment with the vampire. Screw Bill.

We get to meet a character in this one who will also change Sookie's life forever and I'm exciting to re-explore that world with her. This is where the story starts to truly get more and more fun!

Also, I was hella looking forward to that conclusion. Iykyk.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

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rising-volteccers · 2 years ago

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Hello, I hope you're having a wonderful day so far! If you're taking prompts, "maybe come on, take a deep breath. it’s gonna be alright" for Friede, Orla, and Mollie?

Yes hi I live! Apologies for this taking a while! I hope it'll be an enjoyable read still! :D

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Orla, Mollie

Warning: Brief description of a character experiencing a panic attack

Within a cabin on the Brave Asagi, a lone figure paced around.

Friede concluded that today well and truly sucked. They received a painful reminder of the dangers that came with their chosen route. One thing led to another and now, Cap was in bad condition within the infirmary.

Mollie had more or less pushed him out so she could have some peace in treating him. Murdock found him pacing outside so he invited him to the kitchen, giving him some sort of warm sweet drink his frazzled mind couldn't discern. A large hand settled on his shoulder.

"I'll take over steering from Ludlow. How about you go and get yourself some rest, okay?"

That was half an hour ago. Friede did as he was told because he lacked the attention to properly steer the ship right now. When left to his own thoughts, his bad habit of overthinking came rearing its ugly head.

Distantly, Friede felt short of his breath. His heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but lean against the wall with one hand on his chest. A part of his mind recognized the symptoms of a panic attack and that he had to breathe but his mind kept whirling back to the image of Cap laying limp on the ground, looking so still that Friede feared the worst almost immediately.

Friede didn't register the sound of whining just outside his door. A few minutes later, the door to his cabin opened to reveal a worried looking Orla.

"Friede!" She was quick to close the distance between them. Orla guided him back to his bed and made him sit before she knelt in front of him. Gently grabbing hold of his hands, she gently guided one of it to rest on her chest.

"Come on, take a deep breath. It's going to be alright. Try and follow my breathing, okay?"

Orla exaggerated her breathing so it was easier for Friede to follow. It appeared to be working as Friede copied her, slowly easing down that he could take in somewhat proper breaths.

"Alright, that's good," Orla spoke, smiling gently. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"'m sorry. 's just--'m fault Cap's like--" he began to gasp again.

"Come on Friede, you were doing great," Orla soothed. She looked around the cabin. "Alright Friede this is what we're going to do. I want you to tell me five things you can see. Can you do that for me?"

Through swimming vision, he tried to comply. Yellow eyes scanned the room. Five things. Five things he could see.

"Lamp. My jacket." He couldn't recall just when he took it off, only that it laid on the floor now.

"Good. What else can you see? Three more to go."

"A picture frame. My Rotom Phone. My goggles."

"You're doing good Friede." Orla smiled kindly at him. "Alright, now four things you can listen to."

With a soft, shaky breath, he closed his in eyes to concentrate.

"My breathing. The rotors. Wingull flying outside? Mm... can't--can't tell for certain but I think it's Rockruff's scampering footsteps outside."

"Good, good. Rockruff was the one who got me, you know. Such a good boy." Friede could hear the smile in her voice too now. "Tell me three things you can feel."

"My bed. My pants. Your hand on my knee."

He felt the gentle squeeze that Orla gave. "Tell me two things you can smell."

Friede took in a deep breath, finding it easier to fill his achy lungs without breathing through his mouth. A couple of scents brought forth images in his clearer mind.

"The cologne that I wore this morning and motor oil."

"Sorry, I didn't have time to change from a spill earlier," Orla admitted before quickly adding, "Now, tell me what you can taste."

"The hot cocoa Murdock made earlier. I just drank it because it was handed to me and it was warm but I couldn't really taste it because..."

"Now Friede, do you trust us?" Orla interjected before his thoughts could spiral again.

Having closed his eyes for a few minutes now, they flew open at the absurdity of the question. "Yes, with my life."

"Do you trust Mollie's skills? Murdock at the helm? Ludlow keeping the young ones calm? Me being here with you?"

A single nod.

"Then take heart that we're all doing what we can to make sure that Cap would make it out alright. It's alright for you to feel scared. He's your partner. It's never a good feeling to worry about their wellbeing."

By then, Orla had migrated from to the side of his bed, sitting next to him. She gently wrapped an arm around Friede's shoulders so he could rest his head on her shoulder. He became surprisingly pliant in her hold. Perhaps he no longer felt the need to put up a brave front, or exhaustion finally crept up on him.

"Right. I... I trust all of you. 'm sorry," he murmured.

"Nothing to apologize for. I'm just happy that you're feeling better now." A pause. "You are feeling better now, right?"

Friede nodded. Only then did Orla allowed herself to relax, quietly relieved that her friend wasn't panicking anymore. She gave him another light squeeze.

"Good. Just continue to trust us with Cap's wellbeing. I'm sure we'll be getting good news soon."

As if the universe itself responded to her statement, a gentle knock from the door startled the pair inside. Friede didn't pull away from Orla's hold when Mollie peeked her head in.

Mollie briefly took in the scene before her. Friede in only his shirt and pants, hair disarray and looking wrecked. Orla in oil stained clothes with her arm wrapped around Friede's shoulders. Something happened here but she'll get her answers later. Right now, she came here bearing news.

"I just want you to know that Cap's stabilized. We just need to get him to a proper Centre and he should heal up just fine."

Friede just about sagged from pure relief in Orla's hold. She had to bear the sudden increase in weight but she sported a wide smile.

"What did I say? Cap's going to be alright."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks Orla." That last bit was whispered for only her ears to pick up on.

The young captain gently pulled away from her loose hug at last. He looked at Mollie with barely concealed want in his eyes. "Can I go see him?"

By then, Mollie had properly stepped inside, leaning against the wall with her arms lightly crossed. "So long as you promise to keep quiet. Cap still needs plenty of rest before we arrive."

"Promise!" While it lacked his usual zeal, Friede mimed a zipping motion across his mouth.

"Alright, go see him."

The two ladies watched the way Friede just about barreled out of the cabin, hearing a hastily thrown out apology to Rockruff who'd been waiting outside.

As his footsteps faded away, Mollie turned to Orla. "I'm guessing he got too into his head again?"

"Mmhmm. Just about worked himself into an attack." Orla got up from the bed to stretch lightly before joining Mollie in exiting the room. "Thankfully, I was able to help calm him down using that method you taught me."

"Having him list down things based on his senses?" A faint smile formed on Mollie's lips. "Good to know. Thanks for helping him out with that, Orla."

"It was no problem at all. I should be thanking you for taking good care of Cap in the meantime."

Instead of replying, Mollie held out her hand, still sporting that faint smile. Orla returned it with a wide one of her own. The two ladies performed their signature handshake. The Rising Volt Tacklers looked out for one another after all.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Horizons #Professor Friede #Orla (Pokemon)#Mollie (Pokemon)#Hana writes stuff #Thank you for sending in the prompt! It was fun to write!

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fabelyn · 3 years ago

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Lore: Explaining the motivation behind the reveal in the last part of the Five Kaisen quest. Aka, why "Kurounishi" did it

Placed underneath a read more due to spoilers and size

So, we find out in the event that Scaramouche was behind the decline of the Sword Arts. But not why. Or why he spared Kazuha's grandfather. Well, if you piece together certain parts of lore from Inazuma, you can find out, I'll sum it up here:

Source for the below: Husk of Opulent Dreams set, Aged Notes found in Tatarasuna. Katsuragikiri claymore description, Yae comments to us in the Archon quest.

So Scaramouche is a doll created by Raiden Shogun, who she felt pity on so set free. When he was set free he had no goals and so wondered around Inazuma. At one point he reached Tatarasuna, whereupon he made a friend among one of the swordsmiths, even did a beautiful sword dance with him etc. But the leading swordsmith, upon finding out his connection to the Shogun, locked him up (likely feared he was there to spy on them). His friend felt bad and went against orders to free him, and even suggested to beware in the future of revealing his connections to the Shogun so easily.

Because Tatarasuna was suffering during this time, Scaramouche went off to ask for help for the people at the shrine, and its implied he met with Yae Miko.

Regardless, after he left, the head swordsmith was enraged and murdered Scaramouche's friend for freeing him.

Scaramouche chose violence. He began to enact vengeance by ruining all the main five swordsmith families. Doing so in secrecy so no one knew it was a person, just assuming decline from the families.

But then he reaches the Kaedehara family. He recognizes Kazuha's great grandfather, and it's revealed the grandfather is not Kaedehara by blood, but adopted after his own father disappeared.

It's likely that Niwa was the clan from Scaramouche's friend. And so he stopped his vengeance because it would require killing the family of his friend.

He tried looking for the Note that would reveal all this while he was in Inazuma, failed, and ran off with the gnosis. Ayato, aware of his search, waited for news that he left do search as well and upon finding the Note... well, you know the rest.

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Appendix: in case this helps, I'll paste below the most relevant parts of my sources. reading everything is always best, but I'm putting below only the parts that are specifically relevant to what I wrote in my summary:

Rather Aged Notes:

Rather Aged Notes #2

"...Also, Sir Katsuragi discovered a nameless eccentric while patrolling around Nazuchi Beach..."

Rather Aged Notes #4

"...and we could not find that eccentric...The Inspector flew into a rage and slashed Katsuragi. The great blade cut deep into the flesh...cast his own nagamaki into the furnace's flame...Nozomu could not abide by that order, and drew the completely melted weapon out of the furnace... He was horribly burned..."

Rather Aged Notes #5

"...Nozomu died that night. I daresay that while Sir Katsuragi may have committed malfeasance, it was out of the goodness of his heart..."

Rather Aged Notes #6

"...I also remain unwilling to forget the joy of creating the Daitatara Nagamasa with him, and that joy of watching that nameless eccentric perform that sword-dance with Katsuragi..."

Rather Aged Notes #7

"I wish that the Inspector will someday find it in his heart to remember the joy he felt when forging a weapon with his own hands, before Sir Katsuragi..."

Husk of Opulent Dreams (the whole set is all about Scaramouche, I will only be copying the parts pertaining the story I wrote above)

Calabash of Awakening

Amenoma, Futsu, Isshin, Hyakume, Senju.

These were, once upon a time, the five branches of the Raiden Gokaden,

But today, only Amenoma still maintains its line of succession.

While the Isshin line can just barely be said to have extant descendants.

In the eyes of the people, this is just the natural result of the ravages of time.

They never once suspected that such sudden falls from grace might have some hidden mystery behind them.

The wanderer would never admit to this.

He would never admit that he had done this as an act of revenge against the bladesmith.

Nor would he ever mention the truth

Item Plume of Luxury

The long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,

But when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over Tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.

The kind young deputy said:

"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"

"But as you travel the world, please bear this in mind,"

"Never to reveal your identity to others."

The upright Inspector said:

"This gold ornament may be a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"

"But you are neither man nor mechanism,"

"And so I can only deal with you in this fashion. Do not hold this against me!"

The wanderer who has left yesterday in the dust no longer thinks about it,

But when he covers his ears, he can still hear the wild winds that roared that year.

A pair of expectant eyes said:

"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"

"It must surely be able to save the people."

The intelligent, lovely shrine maiden said:

"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"

"And she will not abandon you."

"As for me, I shall do my best to send for help immediately..."

...But in the end, the golden arrow-feather were covered in dust,

And all tales were incinerated in karmic flames till nothing remained.

Katsuragikiri Nagamasa

When his yoriki Katsuragi was connected with but a single trace of misconduct, he had him executed without mercy.

Ever since then, the name of the sword and his title were changed forever.

#genshin impact #genshin impact lore #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #irodori festival #inazuma

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 3 years ago

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Your mind is so great how do you come up with these scenarios?

Aw thank you anon!

As for how I come up with them... I basically just daydream a lot so I'm often running through lots of little scenarios in my head or trying to come up with new ideas for them ^^;; In fact I'm not sure whether I should be admitting to this so easily but a lot of my Shin fics have started out as some sort of overly indulgent self-insert fantasy that I've then developed and in doing so have swapped out myself for the reader character.

I'll also say a big source of inspiration for me personally is just other media and I don't mean deliberately copying plots or anything but more finding things I like or things that interest me enough to spark a "what if?" moment.

The best recent example I can give you for this is my Demon Lord Carla drabble which was inspired by Misyr from Café Enchante. Misyr is nothing like I wrote Demon Lord Carla, but he did get me thinking about fantasy demon lords and I thought, hey, wouldn’t it be fun to make Carla a classic fantasy demon lord but one who was like, actually terrifying, and thus Demon Lord Carla was born (and as I was writing that, I started asking questions about what Shin's role in that sort of world would be and how I could get him to interact with a reader character and the demon Shin fic I'm currently working on also came into being).

If anyone's looking for advice on coming up with ideas, honestly the best advice I can give is to consume other media (fantasy works best for me but just make sure it’s something you enjoy) and pick out little points or ideas that interest and think about why they interest you, what you liked about how the original text handled them and what you didn’t like so much and wish had been done differently.

With fanfiction, you can literally then just dive straight in and write things how you wish they’d gone. If you’re looking to develop your own AUs or original stories, then think about how else you could explore those themes, how you could mix and combine them into something that looks almost entirely different from the original.

Once you have an idea, even if it’s just a single really vivid scene (which is often my starting point), you can choose to write that in isolation, post it to your blog and let your readers come to their own conclusions about what happens after. Or, if you’re interested in developing a proper plot, you can built the rest of your story around it by asking questions. What had to happen to the characters to get to this point? What extra information do I need about the world and the plot to make this make sense? What do I think the characters will do after this scene and why?

I think one of the best philosophies I've ever heard when it comes to writing (but it applies to all art really) is that nothing is ever truly creative. That probably sounds quite negative but basically it's the idea that whatever ideas our brains come up with are going to end up as some reconstituted version of things we’ve already seen and experienced through some form or another.

Now what that means is that yes, you’ll have ideas that other people have already done some sort of variation of, but because the sum of your own experiences is entirely unique to you, you’ll be able to draw from it and write something that only you could. Even if the themes and ideas themselves aren’t entirely new, it might be something that other people really engage with and are able to enjoy.

I fear that I’ve ended up rambling a bit, but hopefully this is at least slightly useful to someone.

Thank you again anon, I hope you have a lovely day!

#ask #just to reiterate I am not advocating plagiarism but other works of fiction can act as a big source of inspiration #I mean just look at fanfiction #for me in particular though I have too many ideas lol someone please take a couple off my hands #by ideas I really just mean ideas for DL fanfics because I'm obsessed X'D

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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(May I join T or D game? 🦊)

1) I'll eat the whole thing in one bite and risk a brainfreeze! Then I'll look him straight in the eyes as I snap the stick in half! Hopefully he'll get the message...

2) If I brought a boy home then he must be a very good friend! I wouldn't bring just anyone home! I'll find someone else for Jenn (seems like a good way to get rid of some creep/douche/sleezebag lol)

3) Bubba better sit his ass down and go nowhere near that thing! I'll handle the feeding!

4) Are noise conceling headphones an opinion?! Or playing music on speakers so loud I don't hear my own thoughts?! If not, I'll shut him up myself! He'll feel the rage of an s*x-repulsed asexual who didn't get a good night sleep in weeks! I will put a fear of God into him (even if he's not religious)! *Angry tired ace noises*

5) I'm pretty small and skinny so I could probably slip between Jason and Michael with them barely noticing me! Or I'm sure Jason would be polite enough to step aside for a second if I ask nicely, his mother did raised him right after all! There's no point in asking Michael, he'll either just continue to stare or even attempt to stab me, so no thank you!

6) Call me crazy but BJ! I'm not familiar enough with Drayton. Besides, my special talent is being able to ignore someone completaly no matter what they do! He'll be wondering if he's invisible again 😈

7) *runs into the kitchen at lighting speed, grabs the snacks and runs out*

8) I'll do my best to try calm Carrie down! I'm pretty sure she's more scared then I am! Such powers can be overwhelming and it's not her fault if she still sometimes can't control them! (If I fail, I'd like INK and Aurelio Voltaire to play at my funeral)

9) (I picked the Slasher before I saw the list) So now Jason is fighting Pennywise! Damn!! I wonder how that would end?!

10) There's absolutely NO WAY I'm getting any help from Freddy! I'll admit what I did to Pam! It was a honest mistake and hopefully she'll understand. Ofc I'll clean all the mess and pay to fix/replace if anything is broken

11) I'll choose truth! I'm super honest (sometimes too much) and don't mind any question they throw at me!

12) I like Jerry's style more, so I'll pick him! He better not mess it up though, or Elijah will be hearing about it!

13) The Clown does not scare me at all! I think the idea is hillarious and choose opinion B *evil laughter* I have camera ready 🎥 ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

You can always join, Fox Anon!! Hey! ^^

Omggggggg, I love your answers so so much XDD

Omg, I think he's got it!!! XDDD

You make a VERY good point... And they're going to a better place anyway XDD Jen's stomach.

You're so brave!! But yes lets protect the Bubba XD

Get him, Fox anon!! I've got your back. From way back here, far far away from Patrick... I've got your back... but I've got it!!

Y'all have so much faith in the manners of a man who's forte is just flingin' people out of his damn way

6. Oh!! You took that class too?? XD Haha. Omg XD I love the little devil emoji you put at the end, too, so funny XDD

7. XDDDDDDDD Zoom

8. I've got you.

9. Oooh, I dunno- but I hope Jason wins!

10. Good news! That was a test- and you passed. Pamela likes you and you may befriend Jason XD ^^

11. Hey, at least people know where they stand with you! I love honest people!

Hmmmmm, here's your truth from Billy and Stu: If you had the choice to leave this universe and jump into the A Nightmare On Elm Street universe... and you got to be a dream demon with all that power, as well... but you had to spend your eternity with Freddy- would you go?

12. Oooh, do you mean the original version?? He does have good style. The red scarf?? Perfect accessorization XD Which Chucky then copied.

OOF, Jerry better do his best then!

13. Ohhhhhhhhhhh this one made me cackle XDD Freddy's is going to DIE, man!!

Thank you for playing and sharing your answers!! They're great!! XD

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y0itsbri · 4 years ago

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gallavich week 2021 - day 7 - meet ugly

thank you to @ianandmickeygallavich for the inspo // @gallavichthings

Prompt: Ian and Mickey are neighbors in an apartment complex. They haven’t ever interacted, but one day they get stuck the elevator. One of them doesn’t like confined spaces but doesn’t share this so the other one assumes he is freaking out for no reason.

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"I'm going out tonight, dickbreath!" Mandy announced, popping her head out of the bathroom. She was wearing a short sequined dress, fitted tightly to her body and only halfway zipped up so it slipped part way down her shoulders.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Mickey called from his recliner in the living room with an Old Style in hand. Work has been absolutely kicking his ass this week and he wanted nothing more than a chill night in.

"Oh, c'mon, now that's no fun. You don't do anything," she accused.

"That's not true!" Mickey grumbled, remote in hand and flicking past some news channels onto some good shit -- finally. Rerun of Jurassic Park.

"What're your plans for the evening then, hot shot?" Mandy teased as she applied yet another layer of mascara on her already blackened eyelashes, "Dinosaur movies all night?"

"Might go to the corner store for some smokes."

"Please get something to eat while you're at it. We have like nothing in here." She waltzed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and grimaced. He could admit that a grocery run was, in fact, long overdue.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Serious, Mick." Mandy gave him the look. The Look being the same Look that his mother used to give him when he was being a little shit.

Fine. "Got it. I'll eat something." She smiled at that.

"Thank youuu," Mandy dragged the word out as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Gross."

"Ditto. Zip me up?"

Mandy had headed out awhile ago -- long enough ago that Mickey was now halfway through his second 'dinosaur movie.' He should really visit his dinosaur guy again soon, he's probably got some cool new shit. Mickey sighed and got up, idling over to the kitchen.

He downed a full glass of water and opened the fridge. Yeah, unless he wanted to eat a pickle with ketchup and beer, he needed to go out. He debated ordering in, but he needed to go to the corner store anyways. Two birds one stone kind of situation.

Mickey threw on his favorite pair of sweatpants and his Davie Bowie tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was a good shirt. Mickey thought Bowie was hot -- fuckin' alien-looking, but hot, nonetheless.

Mickey shoved his wallet and phone in his pockets and locked up his apartment. Maybe Ernie would have the good roast beef sandwiches today.

His thoughts about dinner plans subsided as he noticed the guy waiting for the elevator.

Mickey had seen the ginger around. He was hard to miss -- fuckin' tall, always going out for runs early in the morning in short shorts and coming back all sweaty, always had a million fucking people coming and going from his apartment. They lived on opposite ends of the hall, but Mickey had never actually spoken to him before.

Mandy had given her brother lots of shit for acting so goddamn unapproachable and that's why he has no friends. Mickey didn't want to be friends with everyone, but he wouldn't mind spending some time with the hot red-head down the hall... eventually.

But he was waiting for the elevator with him right now. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact in fear that it would lead to small talk which would then lead Mickey to inevitably embarrass himself. He couldn't blow his shot. Mandy did the small talk, not him. He took out his phone and scrolled through Instagram even though none of the photos were loading.

He hardly looked up when the elevator arrived and he stepped into it, leaving plenty of space between the two of them. Maybe it was an unreasonable amount of space, but it still wasn't enough for Mickey. He could still smell the guy's cologne. And it was infuriatingly attractive.

"Ground floor?" The man's voice practically sent heat down Mickey's spine. This was going to be a long ride.

"Uh, yeah." Nice, Mick. Not embarrassing at all.

"Great." It hung in the air, a tinge of awkwardness to it.

Out of the corner of his eye Mickey could see the the man leaning against the elevator wall, crossing his ankles as he not-so-subtly stared Mickey's direction.

Mickey was running out of things to check on the his phone and he was about to give in and finally make eye contact when he felt a shift. Then an ungodly clanging of metal. And a stop.

Fuck.

He glanced up at the dial. Sure enough they were stopped between floors, and not at all near the ground.

"The fuck?"

"What?" The red-head locked confused eyes with Mickey's.

"We're stopped. Why the fuck are we stopped?"

"Hm," The guy poked around at the open doors button and nothing happened. "I don't know."

All hopes of positive small talk was out the window as Mickey went into full panic mode. He did not like small, confined spaces -- which happened to be exactly what his current predicament entailed.

"You open the doors!" Mickey practically shrieked.

"Why me!?" The attractive guy spit back.

"You work out and shit -- do I look like I could pry those fuckers apart?"

"Well..." The red-head took a moment to size up Mickey's smaller form. "Yes, you do actually- but these doors are heavy as fuck. We don't have like super strength."

"Fuck you."

"Uh, fuck me!?"

"Yeah, fuck you. Not even tryin' and now we're both going to fuckin' die in here. Any last words, Red?"

He rolled his eyes. "We're not going to die. Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?"

"Don't you think you're being a little too calm considering we're stuck?"

"Oh. You're freaking out."

"No shit I'm freaking out, Sherlock." Mickey ran his hands down his face. This was not fucking happening to him right now.

"Hey, take deep breaths."

"Can't. Gonna die." Mickey gasped.

"Well, if you can't breathe, you're definitely going to pass out."

Mickey shot him panicked eyes.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Just look at me."

Mickey could do that.

"Copy me. In-" He inhaled, chest expanding.

"Out-" Mickey felt his breath on his face. In any circumstance, a stranger breathing on him would warrant a punch in the gut, but now it was more grounding than anything else. They repeated that motion a few times.

"Good. See, you can breath."

"What are you? A fuckin' doctor?" Mickey huffed a laugh in disbelief.

"Been to enough," he chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. But, uh- look, see, I'll hit the emergency button and someone will come get us soon. It'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive. Got stuck in one of these with my sister when I was little, kinda scary at first but we were out in practically no time. She sang to me to pass the time, but I take it you don't want me to sing to you?"

That earned a full-bellied laugh from Mickey, "Not yet."

The man grinned goofily like a golden retriever.

They were silent for a moment.

"So, uh, what's your name?" The red-head asked, gazing curiously at Mickey.

Mickey just stared back at him.

"Your name?" He repeated gently.

"Mickey."

"Mickey," He said it so soft like a prayer. "I like it. I'm Ian."

He had no idea what he expected, but it wasn't Ian. Ian was fitting, though. Ian was good.

Ian had hit the emergency button a few times for good measure while Mickey had tried to call Mandy to no success. They settled onto the floor, leaning against opposite walls, feet nearly colliding in the center. Neither made a move to completely avoid that.

After Mickey had calmed down a bit, they fell into bouts of comfortable conversation and comfortable silence.

"I thought you just hated me." Ian mumbled after a bit.

"What I hate is being trapped here." Mickey stared at the walls threatening to enclose around them. He closed his eyes so he didn't start to panic again.

"Even before this."

"Oh?" That was news to Mickey. That was never his intent.

"Yeah, I always see you around, but you never seem to see me." Ian looked to the ground when he said it.

"I've seen ya plenty. You're the dork with the short ass shorts."

Ian smirked, "I guess I am."

"Hard to miss, man."

"You too. I've wanted to say hi for like months, but you always looked like you were ready to snap me in half or something. I kinda like my limbs in tact."

Mickey swiped his thumb against his nose and sniffed, embarrassed, "Sister says I scare everyone away. Used to be a good thing."

"Sister... wait, wait, wait, hold up. You're Mandy's brother, aren't you?"

"You know Mandy? Oh god, you're not banging her, are you?" That would throw a wrench in his plans.

"Oh god, no!" Ian threw his hands up in a mock surrender like that was the most repulsive thing he's ever heard.

"Something wrong with my sister?" Mickey grew defensive. She may be a lot to handle at times, but she was still his sister.

"No, no, she's great! 'm just not into... well, uh- I'm- let's just say that if you had a brother, maybe I'd be banging him." He grimaced.

Watching Ian stumble over his words after being so confident about everything else was a bit amusing.

"Oh -- cool." Mickey wasn't used to such obvious disclosures about sexuality with strangers.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey avoided all eye contact.

"So?"

Ian paused until Mickey was able to look at him again.

"So, what?"

"Do you have any brothers?" A playful flicker in Ian's eyes made it obvious that he was just being a little shit now.

"You're an idiot."

"Maybe so, but that doesn't answer my question still."

"Yeah, I have brothers, but they'd uh- let's just say definitely not be into that."

"And you're... not not into that?"

Mickey rolled his eyes. His lack of denial was basically a confession and they both knew it.

Ian smirked and knocked the toes of their shoes together.

Help announced itself to be coming soon over the tiny intercom embedded in the elevator. Sometime shortly after that, Ian had made his way over to the wall next to Mickey's, rather than across.

"Where were you going tonight?" Ian asked, turning to fully face Mickey.

"Nowhere." Nowhere interesting at least.

"Really? So you just take an elevator down to nowhere?"

"Alright, smart ass, I needed to get dinner. Gonna be a late dinner now that's for sure, fuckin' starving."

"Shit."

"What about you? Got a hot date or something?" Mickey eyed him up and down. Ian's outfit wasn't fancy by any means, but he still looked damn good in it.

"Oh, I wish," he winked, "Just going on a walk to clear my head. But this is working just as well."

"Good for you, man. My head is fuller than ever."

"What're you thinking about?" Ian's heavy breath practically bounced off his face. His gaze flickered to Ian's pouting lips. This was ridiculous.

Kissing you. Kissing you. Kissing you. "Nothing."

"Riiiight." Ian's eyes mimicked the same trail that Mickey's had just followed.

"Yup."

Ian scooted closer to Mickey and he swore his heart was beating so loud that even Ian could hear it. If he could, he made no indication. Instead, he eyed Mickey's hand resting on the floor. Gently, careful not to spook him, he caressed Mickey's fingers, nearing his tattooed knuckles.

Mickey fought the urge to yank his hand away. No one ever touched him so delicately, so sweetly. He figured that Ian would have guessed that, seeing his crude tattoos, but he wasn't acting like this was strange. So Mickey let him.

"Fuckin' hate them." Mickey murmured, watching Ian's fingertips tracing over the back of his hand.

Ian frowned.

"The tattoos."

"They're you. I'm sure they have a story."

"Wish I could forget it."

"If it makes you feel any better, I have a pair of tits on my shoulder."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?!" Mickey pictured literal tits growing out of the man's back.

"Here, look," Ian turned, pulling his shirt up, revealing an insanely toned and insanely freckled back. Surely he was not about to be flashed in an elevator. But sure enough, tattooed on his shoulder was a pair of double-D's.

"Shit! Dude, what the fuck is up with that?" Mickey laughed.

Yeah, this made him feel better. At least he didn't have fucking titties tattooed on his knuckles, though he was sure someone in his family must have something like that. They're fucking idiots like that. Like Ian, apparently. But Ian was good.

"It was supposed to be my mom." Ian winced, pulling his shirt back down to cover it again.

"Mom must've been a banger." Mickey joked, still hardly containing his laughter.

"Ugh," Ian groaned dramatically. "Never gonna live that one down."

He threw his hands back on the ground, near Mickey's but not touching this time.

Experimentally and slowly, so slowly, Mickey hooked his fingers with Ian's and rubbed his thumb against Ian's hand. It was calloused, but so soft. It was a movement so gentle he hardly recognized himself, completely contradictory to the message literally written across his hands.

He was practically holding hands with a man in an elevator. Oh, if dear dad could see him now.

Moving out of his hell house with Mandy had been a good step, but it had taken Mickey years to unlearn his self-hate, allow himself to be. He still wasn't perfect, and he still felt years behind. But with Ian, it felt normal. It felt right and warm.

Right then, he felt the elevator shift again. He tightened his grip on Ian's hand. Ian returned the hold. If he was going to die, at least he wasn't going to die alone.

Mickey realized that they weren't falling down, but rather moving upwards.

They released their hands and leapt up to their feet as the door dinged open, revealing a small staff of maintenance personnel, not looking at all concerned that two men had just been trapped inside for an unspecified amount of time.

"Fuckin' finally!" Mickey ran out. He resisted the urge to drop to the floor and kiss the ground. He was dramatic, but he wasn't that dramatic.

Ian thanked the maintenance people then hurried along beside Mickey. They weren't on their floor, but they sure as hell weren't about to take the elevator again after all that.

"Hey, Mickey, wanna come back to my place? I think I still have some leftover lasagna if you're still hungry."

Mickey checked the time. Yeah, Ernie's place was definitely closed by now. Plus he really did just want to go back to Ian's. He glanced up to see Ian in almost full puppy-dog eyes. The dork was needlessly persuasive, he'd give him that.

"Yeah, sure. I could eat." He grinned like an idiot.

Ian nodded his head towards the stairwell, holding the door open for Mickey, who obediently followed up the steps.

Ian's apartment wasn't too different than Mickey and Mandy's, mirrored and maybe smaller, but it looked oddly inviting and definitely way more lived in -- almost too much décor and family photos hung up around the space.

"Uh, make yourself comfortable," Ian called as he rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a couple plates to reheat some food for Mickey and himself.

Mickey was no stranger to feigning confidence in unfamiliar locations, but this felt different, more genuine. He actually respected Ian, the man having been kind and patient with him in a less than ideal situation.

He sat himself on the barstool at Ian's countertop and watched him. The gorgeous man who he had been eyeing in secret for months, who had helped him through a small panic attack, who had held his hand and traced his tattoos like they were art. Like Mickey was art.

"So, Bowie, huh?" Ian leaned against the counter, waiting out the timer on the microwave.

"What?"

"Your shirt," he pointed, and Mickey looked down.

"Oh, yeah. He's cool as fuck. Dope music."

"Got great hair, too."

"You would think so."

"Self-love, baby."

"Good for you." But there was no edge in his voice.

Ian smiled. The microwave beeped and they settled in, eating together with nothing but the awkward clanging of silverware and chewing. Mickey was too fucking starving and too fucking tired to care about formalities to give a shit at this point.

"Bet you didn't think you'd spend your night eating lasagna with a David Bowie look-alike, huh?" Ian teased over a mouthful of pasta.

"You wish, man."

"Hey, it's at least a little true."

"Yeah, you're both fuckin' aliens."

"Maybe so, but at least we're hot."

They both smiled around their forks, glancing over at each other a little too frequently with nothing but fondness.

Ian collected their plates when they were done, taking them over to the sink to wash them later. Mickey got up and followed him into the center of the kitchen, still sipping on his beer before setting it on the counter to his right.

In a move that shocked Ian, and even himself, Mickey moved into Ian's space and pressed his chest against Ian's back. He wrapped his arms around Ian's waist, feeling up the plains and softness of his stomach, feeling his breath hitch and his heart beat faster. Mickey's warm breath bounced off of Ian's neck and back onto his own face.

Ian sighed and placed his hands over Mickey's again. He leaned his head back onto Mickey's shoulder for a moment before wiggling free from Mickey's grip enough to turn around and face him, carding one of his hands through Mickey's dark hair.

"Mickey." He said it so soft. With so much admiration. Mickey couldn't take it anymore. He leaned up and pulled Ian's head down so they were the same height.

"Fuck, c'mere," he murmured, lips practically touching Ian's with the words.

Ian pressed their lips together. For all his gentle touches throughout the night, his kiss was anything but. Like he needed him to breathe.

Ian pushed him backwards towards the living room, stumbling over each others' feet in the process. Mickey greedily pulled down on Ian's neck, desperate not to let him go. Ian smiled into it and dropped backwards onto the couch cushions, pulling Mickey on top of him, making out like dumb teenagers.

Eventually, they settled and Mickey rested his head on Ian's chest while Ian rubbed his back and head comfortingly. Truthfully, he was beginning to panic a bit. He hadn't liked anyone in awhile, and Ian was very hard to not like.

"Are you good?"

Fuckin' mind reader.

"I don't know." Smooth, Mick.

"You don't know what?" Ian probed gently.

Mickey sighed, "How to do this," he answered honestly. There was no point in lying to Ian.

Ian kissed Mickey's forehead, "We can do this any way you want, alright? No rush, no pressure."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely," Ian scratched Mickey's head for a moment, "I've been waiting for you for awhile, Mick, I'll wait for however long you want."

Mickey leaned into his touch and then kissed his shoulder, "I want you, this."

"Me too." They smiled into each other. Safe together.

Neither made a move to push things further for the night. Ian had flicked on the tv to the same channel Mickey had on earlier, the Jurassic Park marathon still playing. After whatever movie was on now, Mickey decided he should head home. He was utterly exhausted after the day, and as much as he liked Ian, he didn't want to pass out in the guy's apartment -- though he was sure Ian wouldn't mind at this point, kind bastard.

After Ian had pulled Mickey into one last embrace, Mickey wretched open Ian's door, only to come face to face with his sister, makeup smudged and heels in hand after her night out.

She gasped way louder than fucking necessary, "You slut!"

"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled pushing past her to head back to his own apartment.

"See ya later, Mick!" Ian called down the hall. Mickey didn't respond, but Ian took no offense. To be fair, he had just been caught red-handed by his very dramatic bitch of a sister.

Mandy grinned and looked between Mickey's retreating form and Ian's blushing face. "Oh my god, Ian! I knew it!"

"Hi, Mands." He ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck.

She gave a cheeky, knowing wave goodbye and took off barefoot after Mickey, "You fucker! I want all the details!"

"You ain't gettin' 'em, bitch!" He stormed inside, but left the door open for her behind him.

Mandy threw her shoes on the floor and met up with him in the kitchen, punching his arm lazily so he spilled his newly-opened beer down his hand. "The fuck?!"

"I'm so proud of you!" She made grabby hands at Mickey in attempts to smush his cheeks, but he weaseled out of there quick enough to avoid her gross hands. She may be fuckin' drunk, but she was still quick.

"Yeah, will well ya stop screaming it from the rooftops. Ian's gonna think I'm a fuckin' loser."

"Awww," She chased after him as he headed down the hall, "You are a loser, but that's besides the point! I've been waiting for this for weeks!"

"Night!" Mickey shut his bedroom door in Mandy's face. She'd get over it in a minute. Hell she was probably well on her way to passing out already. Maybe she'd get some details out of him tomorrow.

But tonight -- he reveled in the fact that he spent the night making out with his very kind, very dorky, very hot red-headed neighbor.

And when Mandy eventually moved out from their apartment and in with her girlfriend, Mickey had absolutely no problem finding a new red-headed roommate.

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Chapter 42

THE ROAD SO FAR

This chapter was a mess. But it's my mess.

FOUR weeks of Silence

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Veteran's Village

A peaceful Sunday meant that Roach, Alex and Soap were chilling at the house Samantha and Maxine were in. It had been 4 weeks since that Cuban incident and Francine had gone to therapy for her near death traumatic experience. If it wasn't for Soap, she would've been left out there for good.

France thought that it would be healthy to stay in a more domestic setup rather than the base so she took her time off duty to recover in the veteran's village. And ever since that day in Cuba, Soap and France's relationship was more expressive than ever.

"If we're having a barbecue tonight, we better head off to the meat shop." Alex peeked by the door, giving a heads up to the rest of the people sitting on the couch. Soap turned his head to Alex and tossed his keys as Roach stood up and came with Alex.

"Any other requests?" He looked at the group then to Maxine, who shook her head and laughed.

"Just be back safe." She replied.

"Got it." Gary nodded and waved goodbye at them. Soap wanted to come along but France had been falling asleep on his lap for quite a while. And Maxine and Samantha noted that she hadn't had decent for days.

"Oh, Roach! Grab me a cigar maybe." He whispered, trying not to wake France up.

"Roger that." He nodded and made his way to Soap's jeep, where Alex was already waiting on him. He sat himself on shotgun and let Alex lead the way to their destination.

He turned on the radio as it played a song about driving. Roach was quick to shazam it and found out it was Automobile by KALEO.

"Now this is going to be on my playlist." Alex said as his head nodded to the music, taking him where the winds take him, far away.

"Agreed. Oh, Soap actually asked for cigarettes so we might have to stop by a convenience store on the way back." Roach informed as the song ended.

"Okay. That's cool. Maybe add a few sodas for the girls. They probably haven't had those i ages." He said as he turned the radio off and switched it to AUX.

"Here. Grab my phone and play that song again." Alex instructed as he drove through the streets, and Roach followed him. Playing the song again.

"Ah yes. This song is good." Alex sighed.

"Yeah. It's fire." Roach commented, making Alex raise an eyebrow.

"You know, fire… lit… slaps… Modern terminologies." Roach explained shyly as Alex chuckled.

"I'll never understand the young ones of today." Alex chuckled as he stopped by the parking lot, pulling his phone and leaving the car.

Dinner was the best part of the Sunday evening as the three couples enjoyed a hearty meal together, sharing experiences and funny stories like an extended family. Roach talked about his raccoon story once again as one topic led to another until such time that the inevitable topic was discussed.

"Speaking of fires, do you have any leads on Nero?" Samantha asked innocently as the men fell quiet, looking at each other. Wondering who would open up the topic.

"Well, uh… After his assault in New York…" Soap trailed off, his eyes went to Alex, signaling him to continue.

"Alex, it's your girl's question! Go answer it!" Soap complained as France laughed, wrapping her arms around Soap.

"He's gone silent." Alex muttered. Samantha was kinda sad she asked about it so she tried to make up by brightening up the mood.

The night continued on as the group played charades, girls vs boys. For an hour or so the soldiers forgot about their worries and acted like they're normal people living their normal lives outside work. It wouldn't hurt to pretend like that, especially when the baggage of guilt was hard to handle.

"So, Gary. I've been meaning to ask you something…" Maxine said as she assisted him in the kitchen.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How are you… like mentally. You seem… off." She asked, Gary sighed and eased his shoulders.

"It's just… we almost lost a life back there… for nothing. Lannister hasn't said any useful information and as the days go by another assault might occur." he breathed out his worries, earning a back rub from Maxine.

"People have their limits. Lannister could break anytime. Let's just hope we're not too late." She assured him. It was a very negative statement but somehow it's actually helpful. Gary smiled and gave her a hug.

"Thanks Maxine." he said.

"Yeah. Don't ever think you're alone. I'm here for you. Actually, just last night. I had another memory restored. And it felt so important that you have to know it first. Before…" she said, her voice lowering down after every word.

"Before what?" Gary whispered jokingly. Maxine laughed and hit his chest gently.

"Nevermind that word. Back to my memory…

I…" she trailed off, looking like she was too shy and scared to finish the statement.

"You…?" Gary raised an eyebrow. Maxine took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I had an ex-girlfriend." She blurted and paused right after saying it, bracing at what Gary's reaction.

"I- uh.. That's okay… There's nothing wrong with that, Maxine." He said like he meant it. Maxine was too shocked about his reaction. Maybe she thought about it too much.

"Like… does that change anything?" She asked.

"Nothing at all. Oh wait! Yes! It does." Gary announced and Maxine's smile almost dropped.

"It means that if I want to have you, I'll have to step up my game. I have more competition now." He realized and Maxime sighed in relief. This man was about to get some scolding.

"You worried me, you know!" He continued gently hitting on Gary's chest, giggling away all her fears. He still accepted her. This was great.

"My point's valid!" He laughed, defending himself from her hits,.like children playing house. This may seem like a simple event, but this was the beginning of something new for the two of them.

Task Force 141 Base - Interrogation Room

Price sat in front of Gabriel, they've been silent for about an hour now as Gary and Soap stayed on the viewing area to observe the interrogation. Alex was here thirty minutes ago but he left after he got a phone call.

"What kind of twisted play is this?" Soap asked, crossing his arms and looking at Gabriel.

"The bastard won't talk. Just cut off a finger or something." He scoffed. To Gary, it would make sense, but with all the cameras and the formalities, It wasn't allowed. Especially that Gabriel's alibi was that he got their first to investigate. Which was total bullshit.

"He still has his ace on his sleeve. As long as we don't find proof of involvement, he's going to be free soon." Gary commented, making Soap grumble some Scottish curses.

"It's pretty obvious!" Soap yelled as Alex entered the interrogation room, saying something to Price as they immediately left him alone. Whatever that message was, looked way more important than Gabriel.

"We've got a lead on Nero!" Alex said as he peeked on the door, making the two stand up immediately and head to the briefing room.

"Operation Eye of the Storm." Price announced.

"In 24 hours, Nero and his newfound friends will meet on a hotel in Prague. This intel was from one of the Resistance Leaders Alex once teamed up with. They reached out for help since Nero started to secure the whole city." Price paced back and forth on the big screen.

"The plan is to eliminate Nero and his allies. As simple as that. We have the element of surprise in our hands. Soap, I want you to position yourself on the clock tower, just by the hotel. A bullet to the head should work. Alex will be watching your six. Jack will be our eyes and ears inside the convention. He'll be signaling when they'll be out on the open. Roach and I will enter the building for cleanup. We only had one shot at this so let's make it count." Price briefed and everyone else murmured their thoughts, some were already thanking for a solid lead. This was it. The final showdown. The end of the war.

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Alex and Soap already left the resistance safehouse, they had to be at the clock tower tonight, using the concealment of the night and the noise of the rain for cover. The perfect opportunity to say under the radar. Meanwhile, Roach and Price stayed to defend the place as Nero's men once again ransacked the streets just to ensure his safety. The world may have announced that the war in US was over, but Nero still had some cities under his control. This minor setback was the reason he's planning for something new. And they're here to stop it.

"Alright, Roach. Your replacements here." Price said as he stood up from his spot.

"Get ready for the big day tomorrow." He added as he nodded and left his gun for the next person to use. Tomorrow's battle is going to be tough, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Roach needed some rest.

Despite the occasional gunfire and screaming, Roach was able to sleep. He didn't mind the battle outside the building as his battle was with Nero. Once Soap shot him dead, he would also want to shoot him again, just to feel satisfied.

0639H

Hotel Lustig

Prague, Czech Republic

Roach hid on the west wing of the hotel, while Price was on the other side. They were both clinging on to the walls as their entrance was at the small opening where Soap would shoot Nero. Roach eyed the convoy just below him.

"Convoy's up ahead. Nero should be in one of those cars." Soap muttered.

"Can't see shit through the lens. He could be anywhere." Alex added.

"Easy lads. We'll have a clear shot once they're in the balcony. Right Jack?" Price asked. Jack didn't respond, but maybe the signal inside was too weak.

"Jack? Do you copy?" Price asked.

"Da. I do copy, Captain Price. I'm just here to get my old prisoner back. I've had him in the gulag for quite a while but it seems this is our first time meeting face to face." A russian voice which everyone assumed to be Nero said in the most villainous tone possible.

"You're too predictable, Captain." he said as he clicked something, prompting an explosion on the clock tower.

"Get down! C4!" Price yelled as the two soldiers jump out, falling on to railings. Alex landed on a fruit cart by the tower while Soap landed on the car, crashing it as it alarmed.

"Roach! Go help them out!" Price ordered as Nero's men started to circle around the two while the resistance team helped them defend.

Roach quickly pulled Soap up who was groaning in pain. Alex looked pained too but the look in their eyes says that they're still willing to end this today.

"Let's catch up with them." Alex said as a resistance member tossed them a rifle and quickly hid for cover, pushing their way into the hotel. At the corner of Roach's eye, he saw Price enter the building, loading his gun and ready to end this as well.

Next Chapter : THREE Bullets

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sea-side-scribbles · 3 years ago

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Behind The Mask

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34851811/chapters/91317466

Chapter 12

Morrie got through the evening by the skin of his teeth, unsuccessfully trying to focus again. His hands were shaking and he kept looking over his shoulders. Every movement in the room made him worry, he even believed to see Norbert a few times only to notice his mistake some blinks later. When the bar finally closed, he nervously packed his belongings and almost ran out of the room.

At home, he passed through another lonely night. His thoughts wandered, ignoring his attempts to distract himself. Dreams of soft touches, tender looks and blonde hair accompanied him in his sleep. The next morning brought another disappointment. He cried, tossing in his empty bed and hating himself for it. Nick had broken his heart again and he had allowed it, naïve as he had been.

He should've noticed it, telling by his voice, his attitude, the way he drank his coffee, the way he looked at him with his green eyes. These damned green eyes! There had been so many hints.

Gloomily, Morrie began his morning routine. Every step took longer than usual and so he was in the midst of making breakfast when a message with the blower came.

“A wonderful morning to you Morrie! You made it! Your article is in the newest Music Maker, even a front-page story. Nigel really put his shoulder to the wheel for this and I wish I could see Nick's face now. Wouldn't be surprised if people started asking for your records today. I'll display them all in my shop. This is going to be fun! There could be more clues to Nick's sins though. I hope his manager didn't interfere? Feel free to come by if you want to give this a sequel. I know a lot of stories. Well, until next time then. Kind regards to Nigel, too. Richard”

Morrie's lethargy vanished immediately, instead he was whipped into a frenzy. The damned article! This couldn't be true! How could Nick do this to him? He hurried to the next kiosk to get a magazine. He needed to see what the hell Nick had written about him. When he finally held a copy in his hands, he realized that his own face decorated the front page. Nick's photo had turned out great, Morrie had to admit that, but handing it out without his permission was still impudent. The salesman's gaze went back and forth between the photo and the man before him. Morrie silenced insistently. Other customers stared at him and he had to push them aside in order to get out of the shop. He rolled up the stupid magazine and put it in his pocket, so he didn't have to look at it while he went home.

In the kitchen he slapped it down on the table to flip through it. For a while he gave his own front-page story a doubting look. It showed a couple of photos, some were new and some illustrated his past. He still avoided the text, fearing what he would find there. Why did he agree to this in the first place? But since Richard hadn't noticed anything awful, it perhaps turned out to be acceptable. Now, there was no way back anyway.

Morrie took a deep breath before he read the story. He had to pause from time to time to process what he read. Again and again, his mind wandered back to Nigel, the man he had trusted and who had been respectful and loving. The text seemed to be written by him. Morrie found no hidden traps, no dirty tricks and lies as he had feared. This didn't look like a cruel joke. But what else would it be? What the hell did Nick try to achieve?

Then it occurred to him that something was missing. Nick's misdeeds. No mention of his jealousy, his wicked games and most of all not his plagiarism. Morrie felt vindicated. All of this was a farce. A veneer with glossy photos. And this was supposed to change his mind? If Nick believed that, he was a fool as well. Morrie would make the best out of it, use the new attention to do what Nick – most likely unwittingly - had advised him to do. He'd write his sinfonia and stop hiding. Nick would regret what he started.

Determined, he snapped the magazine shut and took it along to the Avalon. Murray had to see it too. Perhaps he'd notice if something was off. After all he wasn't self-conscious about it's contents. Soon, they sat together in Murray's office and the manager quietly flipped through the pages. Morrie tensed, now having second thoughts. It was very unpleasant to expose himself like that. The manager closed the magazine when he was done. “Well...that seems to be a good promotion for you.”

Morrie's muscles relaxed. “At least one thing that Nick miscalculated.” Murray looked up. “What do you mean?” “I gain from it, not him. Whatever he expects of this, he won't get it from me.” “What do you think he wants?” Murray eyed the photos. “Falsification of history?”, Morrie offered. “Mind you he didn't mention his faults, glozed right over them.” “It says firing you was a mistake.” “Maybe, but he forgets to mention why he did it. He claims it's uncertain, but we both know what he did.” Murray pondered. “I don't know...What if he thinks differently?” “Sure he does, but he didn't dare to write his lies. Because he knows better. Because what I said is true.” He crossed his arms. “He could've forgotten it all. Anyway, he doesn't blame you but himself.”

Morrie didn't like where their conversation went. “Now you sound just like Nigel...I mean Nick, when he tried to justify himself. Don't fall for his tricks, that's just what he expects us to do!” Murray gave the magazine another glance, as if it could add something. Silently, it stared back. “I don't know...This is all odd...If this is a hoax, then why did he write the story?” Morrie shrugged. “To confuse me? Nick doesn't think logically. He could've been high while writing this. Also, this could have consequences...” His expression darkened. “We should expect the worst.” Murray massaged his neck. “That would indeed be cruel...The text is so...nice. You could think that he...likes you.” Morrie felt a pang in his chest. They needed to end the matter before this went out of hand.

“That's what we're supposed to think!” He got up. “But I pestered you enough. Thank you for your honest opinion and your support. I hope I can do my job now without intermissions.” “Did Nick bother you yesterday?” “Yes, unfortunately. But your staff ushered him out right after. Good people.” Morrie tried to look on the bright side. “What did he say?”, Murray persisted. Morrie tensed again. “Nothing important, okay? I didn't even listen. See you around...”

Morrie ignored that he was too early in the bar and promptly started playing. He was loud and fast. It did well to blow off some steam, hoping that Nick wouldn't come back after his sorry act the day before. He had the eerie feeling that the guests stared at him, but he ignored them too. No one dared to approach him until suddenly a shadow appeared again. Turning his head, Morrie looked into the face of a ghost. He quickly turned back, cramping. Nick's voice shook him to the core. “I finished our story. I have it here. Do you want to read it?”

Morrie's fear turned into anger. He made the piano howl the grand finale and then snapped at Nick: “How dare you spreading gossip about me in the papers!? I never agreed to this! You lured me into your plan and you're not even ashamed! You're bold enough to come back to pester me again! Just piss off already!” Nick guessed that Morrie's screams alerted the boys and that he didn't have much time. “I did this for you! Just read it! You'll see that I mean well!” “I don't know shit!”, Morrie shouted. “I never know what you really want, because you're never sincere! If you think that some cheap flattery will change that, you're even more stupid than I thought!” “But I'm serious! It's not just flattery, it's the story you deserve! I was serious when I said you deserved more attention!”

“How very touching!” Morrie used his sarcasm as a shield. “So I'm supposed to accept charity from you? Did you forget it's your fault that you got all the fame for yourself?” “I didn't forget that! I could never forget you, Morrie...” Nick's voice began to shiver. “I miss you. I hoped I could make it up to you...” “By lying and stealing from me? You're sick, Norbert!” Nick's voice was faint. “Will you read it?” “I already did”, Morrie said coolly. “Try to tell the whole truth next time and stop going on my nerves.”

“I love you...”, Nick said with a faint voice while the staff came closer. The hotel boys were visibly embarrassed by the situation. The guests were upset as well and many of them stared at the two men that dared to disturb their peace. Morrie made an effort not to flinch. His anger helped. “You're fooling yourself. You're too self-absorbed to have any true feelings...” Nick didn't fight against the men that shoved him out this time. He was too exhausted.

To cap it all, Davis appeared in the corridor where his unwanted journey ended. “I hope this was a lesson for you...”, he said awkwardly. “You have no idea what that was!”, Nick blurted out, accompanied by tears. Davis kept his wooden demeanour. “I admit I don't know what all of this means.” “Then let me get back to him!”, Nick urged the manager. “Out of the question! You won't bother him again!” He placed himself in front of the entrance, as if he intended to protect Morrie himself. “You don't understand! Morrie and I, that's...” Nick hesitated. Then he deflated, slouching his shoulders. “Have you ever been in love?” Murray understood. All of a sudden, Nick's actions gave a picture, even if an irrational one.

“You could you believe to win a man's heart like that? What you did was all but foul play.” “I had to do it, so we could start over again. So that he stops seeing me like he does now and more like...like before...” The thought hurt. Now his memories would be all he had. “You've been with him before?”, Murray asked quietly. He didn't know a lot about Morrie's past. It occurred to be more complicated than he imagined. “Yeah...in the band...” Nick sobbed. “He means everything to me. How could I lose him?” He wept bitterly and abashed Murray who was still shaken by the news. Morrie never mentioned this. Was it possible...? “Are you sure that he...well...felt the same for you?” Nick nodded. “We were a couple...It was the best time of my life...” While Murray put the pieces together in his head, Nick fell into despair. “I have to talk to him! I have to save this!”

Murray made a decision. “Allow him some time. And most important: enough with the games!” “I'm not playing any games!”, Nick protested. “Morrie needs time to think about this. Just wait until tomorrow.” Nick looked him in the eyes, reminding him very much of Nigel. “You mean...he could change his mind?” His look was full of hope. “Perhaps. If you pull yourself together. You better skip the Party Favours tonight. Remember that you must be on your best behaviour.” Murray hadn't thought he'd ever try to talk Nick out of taking drugs and even hope to succeed. Nick actually pondered over it. Then he sighed. “It's gonna be a long night.” “You'll be alright”, Murray said, unsure if he spoke the truth. He simply wanted to give Nick strength.

The rockstar looked at him again, just the way Nigel had done it. “You're nice, despite everything...” “Ah, well...” Murray said with embarrassment. “It's for a good cause, right?” Nick smiled. “Well...have a good night then...”, Murray awkwardly dismissed him. It felt strange to have this conversation. “I'll try...”

Murray watched him leave almost sheepishly, without his usual strut. Could he do Morrie good?

But first he had distressed him instead, so Murray hurried back into the bar to look after his friend.

Morrie intrenched himself behind the stage after realizing what he had done. He sat on the floor right before the door to block it, resting his head on his knees and staring into the room. He barely moved, as if Nick would notice if he stirred. A sudden knock at the door startled him. “Morrie?”, said the voice of his friend. “Are you in there?” Morrie got up and opened. He turned away right after so he didn't have to look the other man in the eyes.

“How do you feel?” Murray's tone revealed how worried he was. Morrie shrugged. “I shouldn't have lost my temper...I should've kept my mouth shut...I'm sorry...”, he blathered nervously. “You don't have to be”, the manager answered, even though he would've preferred an evening without incidents. “Nick upset you. I can't even imagine how you feel.” Morrie nodded. “I don't know if I can't keep this up! I'm going crazy, Murray! I...I...I don't want this, but I'm about to abandon my post until the convention is over! I just can't be here knowing that Nick could come back any time!” “He won't try again.” “We don't know for sure. He doesn't give up easily.” “I am sure”, Murray admitted.

Morrie turned around to face him. “Why? What have you done?” It appeared to Murray that there was a trace of worry in his friend's tone. “I talked to him”, he answered and Morrie's concern melted. It almost turned into an eye-roll. “I just wanted to know what it was all about.” The other man eyed the floor again. “And did he tell you?” “I'd say it's complicated.” Morrie snorted. “Typically.”

Murray wondered how he could address this carefully. “You know him well, don't you?” “Very well! I used to live with him, you know? You better not believe a word he says!” Murray faced the floor now too. “You don't have to answer me, but...Nick mentioned you were a couple in the past....” Morrie closed his eyes, looking tired. “He pressed every button I see”, he whispered. He sounded resigned. Then his eyes filled with anger and he replied: “Before you use this to his defence, I have to tell you that he's not the man he was before! He changed for the worse! You know what he did to me, you can't pretend it didn't happen!”

“You said he reminded you of someone...”, Murray answered quietly. “It was a farce!” Morrie sounded desperate. “Stop that, Murray! It hurts enough! I never should've fallen for this!” He sobbed. “Now you know why I was easy prey for him...” “I think it's more complicated. Nick tried to become his past self.” “Well, that went great!”, Morrie sneered bitterly. “I believe he's trying to win your heart back”, Murray explained calmly. The other man silenced for a moment. “He...he told you...?” “I guess he needed to get it off his chest. Perhaps it was the truth.” “Well, perhaps, perhaps not, you never know...” Morrie struggled. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“You could talk to him too...I could've asked more questions but I didn't want to pry into your private matters. But you could get more out of him.” “I can't just talk to him! You don't know how it works with him! In the end, he's making more false promises and then...then I'm the fool again!” The tears came back. Murray walked closer to put a hand on his friend's shoulders. “Why did he come back? Why can't he leave me alone? He haunts me, no matter how much Joy I take, I never forget him! He's everywhere! In the radio, on TV, in every damn paper, and now he even stalks me here...!”

“Morrie...if this is another one of his tricks, I promise I'll make his life a living hell”, Murray said softly. “But you think it's not a trick?”, Morrie asked, for the first time without sarcasm. “I don't know him as good as you, but I'm sure I've seen a part of him that he used to hide. He looked broken, not like a cunning trickster following his plan.” “Well, he's broken every time he realizes what he became. But it never made him do any good.” Murray tenderly squeezed his shoulder. “Maybe now is the time...” Morrie sucked in the air, then slowly exhaled, before he looked back at his friend. “I hope you're right.”

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 6 years ago

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I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

@dtftheavengers @angelcvsmic

#star wars fanfiction #star wars imagines #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux x reader

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abutterflyscribbles · 6 years ago

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@magic-and-moonlit-wings @tough-girl9 a prologue of sorts

“Slimy little weasel!”

“What was that, son?”

Bog fumbled with the diary he had been engrossed in. He had not noticed his mother returning from lunch. Restraining himself from shoving the book hastily out of sight, Bog placed the diary back on its shelf and removed the gloves he had been wearing to handle it.

“Nothing, mom!” Bog called back.

He flipped open a random catalog to make it look like he had been working. Just in time, too. His mother stuck her head around the corner, all frizzy red hair and cheerful grin. “Been back here all day? You should come out front and help the customers I brought with me. I met them at the cafe. Such lovely young ladies--”

Bog slammed a stack of cheap paperbacks on the counter, adding onto the wall of books he had been building around himself all days. “You know better than I do where we keep the cheap, sleazy romance novels.”

“Romance never hurt anybody, there's no reason to act like it bit you!”

She flounced off to the front of the shop.

Bog shuffled the stacks of books around a little, trying to get himself to start a new task. He didn't want to. He wanted to take the diary back out and read what happened next. The diary's author, an unknown woman from a hundred or so years ago, had just recorded the incident of her fiancé's betrayal. Bog had never wanted to sock anyone so much before.

He hadn't meant to do more than skim a few pages of the diary to try and get a grasp of its age, condition, and possible value. Opening it to a random page he found an ashamed little entry about the writer leaning to fence on the sly. That had intrigued him enough to start reading from the beginning and work his way through the typical girly drivel so common in these sort of things.

The diary had been one in a series, it seemed, and none of the other volumes had been collected with this one. It had been purchased in a grab bag sort of deal where Bog had gotten a crate of random old books at a discount. There had been nothing else of interest or value in the crate and most of it had been bought up by art students or people looking to decorate their homes with a touch of pretension.

Giving up on working, Bog rearranged the book stacks to screen himself from view and settled back into his chair with the diary carefully open on the table in front of him. The writing after the betrayal of the author's fiancé grew darker and was written in bolder strokes than before. The brief mention of her heartache was not referred to again and the author plunged into a series of wild escapades that resulted in impressive scandals. Challenging her ex to a duel, for example. Or helping her sister elope with an unsuitable young man.

Each incident was sketched in a brief but vivid style that revealed very little personal emotion. Somehow Bog sensed her heartache even through the reckless, carefree dash of her pen. Maybe it was because he knew how it was to throw yourself into other things to avoid painful feelings. Maybe he was just projecting. Whatever the case, Bog wished he could have met this mystery writer. Or at least read the diaries that came after this one. This one ended with her notes on preparation to leave her family home and appeal to an aunt to help her take a house in town. The aunt sounded like quite the character. Bog wished he could hear more about her.

Closing the diary and stretching, Bog sighed. A fragment of someone's life, chipped away from the rest, a crystallized moment. He could look at the broken edges of it and imagine what the rest looked like, but he'd never really know. He admired the fragment of life he did know. She'd been shy and ashamed of who she was and when it came to a breaking point she shed all her doubts and fears and emerged bold, fearless, and truly herself. Admirable. Enviable. Bog could never imagine doing the same.

He'd been unlucky in love himself but unlike the author the blame had fallen entirely on him. He has assumed too much, pushed too much, imagined what wasn't there. He had imagined that a face and personality like his were at all lovable. He'd been painfully silly. While the author of the diary had advanced, Bog had retreated. Back into himself, into sullen in the back of the bookshop. Books were complete creatures. They didn't change on you. You couldn't misunderstand them like people.

Bog reread the last few sentences of the diary. Off on an adventure. Forever just setting off on an adventure. Not having the rest of the diaries in a way made it possible for her to forever been on her adventures, proud and free. Heartbreak and death, they couldn't touch her. Yes, truly an enviable thing.

Over the weeks Bog found himself looking at the diary again and again in his spare moments and even in moments he couldn't spare. Trying to picture the woman who fought for freedom in a world made to cage her.

'You asleep back there?” his mother called from the front of the shop.

“No.” Bog grunted from behind his books.

“Then get out here and help this customer, I'm swamped!”

Bog put the diary away and gritted his teeth. Customer service was his least favorite thing in the world. Especially when the customer was a woman and his mother was making encouraging faces in the background. Today was no different. A woman, probably around Bog's own age, but carrying it better, was loitering impatiently by the counter. She had sharp features and fine lines of cynicisms etched lightly around her mouth and eyes.

“Yes?” Bog asked. He was ready to see her disgust at the sight of him.

“Finally!” the woman said, “I tried calling you people all week! Don't you answer the phone?”

“Apparently not.” Bog could have explained their number had changed at their website hadn't been updated yet but he doubted that would have appeased her.

“Whatever,” she pulled a handful of papers out of the pocket of her leather jacket, “I'm looking for a book--”

“No, really?”

“Drop dead. A particular book. An old diary.”

Bog's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't have meant his. “Yeah, we get some coming through here, but we don't usually hang on to them long. Not much interest.”

“I'm the not much interest. Here's pictures of one of the companion diaries. It should be bound the same if the original cover is intact.”

Bog's heart sank. The picture looked like his diary. The photos of handwriting samples were a perfect match too. He made a split second decision and slapped the photos back on the counter. “Never seen it.”

“And you've read every book in this place?” the woman said, unconvinced.

“Close enough to make no difference.” he said firmly.

He wasn't giving up that diary. That little piece of a person he admired and felt almost like a friend to him. He'd bought it, legal and upfront. He'd no obligation to even admit he owned it.

“C'mon, you aren't even going to point me to your reject bin of worthless old books? All the other places at least had the courtesy to do that.”

“I make no claims to courtesy.”

The woman blew a few strands of reddish-brown hair out of her face. “Look, you oversized grump--”

“You look, tough girl with a Napoleon complex--”

“Napoleon wasn't even short!”

“You don't deny that you are?”

“Like you can even tell! You must bang your head every time you forget to duck going through a door. Look. This diary belongs in my family and I've been trying to track it down. Some great-great-great aunt or something. I've gotten most of the others but--”

“Others?”

“Yeah, all the early volumes and most of the later ones after she left home--”

“The later ones? Really?”

“Yeah—wait,” She gave him a measuring glare, “you do have one, don't you?”

Bog shrugged.

The woman, to Bog's astonishment, blushed. “You . . . you didn't read it, did you?”

Bog shrugged again.

The woman looked as if death would be a blessing. Bog was totally confused. She ran her hand through her short hair and cleared her throat, “Uh, which one—what point of her life—oh, fork it over!”

“Fork what over?” Bog asked with a smirk.

“You've got it, I want it! It belongs to me!”

“Ownership is nine tenths of the law, tough girl. If I have it, that is.”

“I'll break your thumbs. I'll pay you. A lot. Whatever you want.”

“Not interested.”

“Why? What good is a moldy old diary full of sentimental trash?”

“I like her.”

“Beg pardon?”

Now Bog found himself blushing. “I mean, the one who wrote it. She's—she was interesting. I like her. Her adventures. I like her adventures. She was obviously someone pretty unique and special and I like having that little glimpse into her life . . .”

The woman was red as a beet. From anger, Bog assumed. “You do have it! And please, she was a silly little idiot. Or—or so family legend has it.”

“She was extraordinary.” Bog insisted.

“Extraordinarily silly!”

“You've got the later volumes, right? Have you even read them? She was brave and steadfast and fought like mad for what she thought was right in a time in history where she was expected to sit down and shut up!”

“I hate you!”

“I'm not so foud of you either, tough girl!”

“Just give me the book! I'm putting together a family history thing and I want it for an exhibit. Yeah. An exhibit.”

“Can I make a copy?”

“No!”

“No deal.”

“What will it take, you cockroach?”

“Let me read the later diaries.”

“What? No way! No chance!”

“No deal.”

“Anything else!”

“Not interested.”

“You—I'll—I'll be back!”

The woman crammed her papers back in her pocket and stormed out of the shop.

Bog, avoiding the eyes of the other customers, stalked back to his desk, oddly flustered. He was angry at himself. He'd run smack into the descendant of the woman in the diary and he hadn't even gotten any contact information about her or the exhibit. Idiot. Some manners might have gone a long way, but no, he had to snap and growl. Idiot.

Bog looked at the diary. “I bet you'd dislike me as much as your grand-niece does, if you two are anything alike.”

#strange magic #spread the lofe #butterfly bog #the bog king #fiery warrior princess #king and queen of the dork forest #prompt #drabble #fanfic #my fanfic #human au

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jojo-at-his-computer · 6 years ago

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Of course. I gotta say, this kinda makes me think of the song Pity Party, so I love it.

Josuke X Reader: Happy Birthday To You

It was a lovely morning in Morioh when you woke up, the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon greeting you. You got up, washed your face, put on your favorite outfit, brushed your hair and went downstairs. Your dad was reading the newspaper while your Mom set your place at the table with your special breakfast.

"Happy birthday!" shouted Mom and Dad. You smiled. It was your 16th.

"Thank you guys!" you said sitting down to your meal, instantly drowning your pancakes in syrup and devouring them.

"Imagine that." said Dad in surprise "16! Almost a grown-up." He and Mom smiled proudly.

"Hurry up and eat, then we'll get the decorations put up." You beemed and you finished your breakfast, appetite invigorated.

As you went around the house putting up balloons and streamers in your favorite colors, your mind wandered. Your family had only moved to Morioh a few months ago. You ended up starting highschool in town as a first year, one of many new kids, and you ended up making a few new friends there. Your best friend was Josuke Higashikata, a classmate of yours. He was a pretty nice guy, though if someone were to make fun of his hair, he'd kick their ass. He had a unique pompadour haircut, and while you were a bit nervous to say so, you thought it was cute. You thought HE was cute. Okay just admit it, you were totally crushing on him, hard! You liked everything about him, his hair, his sapphire blue eyes, his smile, and on your first day of school, he saved you from a group of bullies that were trying to shove you into a locker. You've been wanting to confess your feelings to him, but you've been so nervous. You shook your head. Today's not the day to think about mushy stuff like that. Nope! Today's the day for celebration! It's your party and your day to shine!

After putting up the decorations, Mom told you to go ahead and relax in the living room for a few hours until the time that guests would arrive. You played some Mario for a bit, but after falling down and dying for the umpteenth time, you decided it'd be better to watch a few anime videotapes for the time being. But as you went to plug in the VCR, you heard Mom slam the phone in frustration.

"Just great!" shouted Mom. She shook her head and calmed her voice down to not upset you as much. "I'm sorry sweetie, but Grandpa is sick and can't make it, and I just got off the phone with your Aunt. She had an emergency meeting that's running late and had to cancel."

"Oh!" you said a bit surprised. "I'm sorry. That really sucks! I hope Grandpa gets better." You felt bad, but you also knew that your parents would try to get them together again and you all would get to do something special altogether, like a movie or dinner at a restaurant.

"I'll tell Grandpa you said that." said Mom. "It's about time for your friends to start arriving, why not wait in the sunroom to greet them." You glanced at the clock, about 5 til 4 pm, realizing she was right.

"Okay" you answered. You grabbed a copy of Shonen Jump to read as you awaited your friends arrival. 10 minutes, no one yet. That's okay, it's only 5 after 4. 30 minutes went by. Huh that's weird, but they must be running late. 45 minutes now. You start getting a little worried. An hour. You ended up finishing your Shonen Jump magazine. Out of fear and anger, you start pacing the floor in front of the door. Tears start to well up under your eyes. It's 5:15, more than an hour and no one shown up! Without giving it a 2nd thought, you cross to the phone in the kitchen. Mom asked you a question, but you ignored her, all you could think about was knowing why the hell you got stood up at your own party.

You dial Josuke's number at rapid fire speed, hearing the dial tone indicating the phone was ringing. You heard the gentle click as Josuke answered on the other end.

"Moshi moshi, this is Higashikata!" answered Josuke. You couldn't help but feel an odd sense of joy hearing his gentle voice, followed by anger and hurt that he wasn't at your party.

"Where were you!" you said suddenly shouting. Josuke was taken aback.

"(Name) is that you?" asked Josuke. "Where we supposed to hang out or something today? What's wrong?" All of the sudden you couldn't take it anymore and tears burst from you, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"I can't believe you didn't show up for my party!" you shouted "Nobody shown up, the party has been going on since four, and nobody came! Not even Grandpa or my aunt could make it!" you were heaving in-between sobs, shaking before you realized you heard Josuke ask something. You calmed down a bit before you asked him to repeat what he just said.

"Today's your birthday?" he asked.

"Yes of course it's my birthday! I sent you the -" you cut off when it clicked in your brain. You realized what might have happened, why nobody had shown up.

"You didn't get an invitation, did you?" you asked Josuke.

"I don't think so!" answered Josuke, "I wouldn't forget your party if I did."

"Oh my God!" you said feeling weak. "Of course! Something must have happened with the invitations! I'm so sorry. I should have known you'd make it. Well now the party is ruined and it's all my fault."

"Not yet!" answered Josuke. "Don't cancel the party yet. Give me about an hour, I promise."

"Okay." you answered, taking a deep breath. "I believe you, just get here as soon as you can." You hear the dial tone that the line is now dead. You breathed a sigh as you sat on the floor waiting. It was now 5:25. You waited some more. It was 5:55. You called Josuke's house again, but his mom picked up. However she did confirm that Josuke left awhile ago. You said thank you and hung up. At this point Mom looked in the front room where you were waiting.

"I'm sorry honey." she said hugging you. "It's been a couple hours, why don't you join us and we'll cut the cake."

"No mom, I know Josuke for sure is coming." You explained how you found out there was an apparent mailing mishap that prevented the invitations from reaching your friends. Mom shrugged.

"Okay." she said. "But if he doesn't show up before 7, we're cutting the cake without him."

"Deal" you said. You looked at the clock, it was now 6:15, nearly an hour since you spoke to him. Where could he be? Of course! He must be going to get me a present, you reasoned. No sooner you finished your thought, there's a knock at the door.

"Hello", you say as you answered the door. You opened it to find not only Josuke had arrived like he said he would, but he brought some friends with him too. There was Okuyasu and Koichi, two of your friends from school, and two people you didn't recognize, an old man with a white beard and glasses, and a man in his late 20's wearing a white hat that had "JO" on it. Everyone's arms were loaded with giftbags.

"Oh my gosh!" you gushed, "You guys made it! Josuke thank you for bringing everyone here." you said giving him a hug. "C'mon in guys." you motioned for everyone to come inside.

"Sorry we're late," said Josuke, "I called Koichi and Okuyasu, along with my, er, relatives, this is Joseph Joestar and Jotaro Kujo by the way." he said motioning to the old man and the man in white respectively. You remembered Josuke saying he had family members in town recently.

"Hello there," said Mr. Joestar.

"Hello," said Jotaro with a small smile.

"Nice to meet you. Thank you both for coming." you replied.

"We realized that we didn't have any presents." said Koichi.

"And we weren't sure what to get you." admitted Okuyasu.

"Yeah," said Josuke a bit embarrassed. "We kinda panicked and went to different stores. Sorry we didn't have time to wrap anything."

"That's okay!" you laughed. "You didn't have to get me all these presents. I'm happy to have you guys present! (God that's such a terrible pun lol) I'm so glad everyone's here." You led everyone to the kitchen, having the guests put their gifts on one of the tables. There was a whole table with pizzas and potato chips and soda pops, you told the guests to help themselves. You made conversation with your friends and Josuke's relatives as you enjoyed your pizza. Jotaro talked about his marine biology work he's been doing in town. Later you opened presents from your friends. After that, your parents brought out the cake, frosted with pastel buttercream and had 16 candles all aglow. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as you blew the candles, making your wish.

Shortly after the cake and ice cream, the guests started to leave. You said goodbye and thanked everyone for coming. Josuke decided to hang around a little bit before going home. The sun had set and it was nighttime. You and Josuke decided to sit in the backyard and look at the stars.

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you earlier," you said a bit embarrassed.

"Hey, don't worry about it." said Josuke. "I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. I probably should have called earlier, but I forgot, I've just had a lot on my mind lately." You nodded understandably. You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, but a lot of weird stuff was happening lately in town.

"Anyways," said Josuke, pulling out something from his jacket pocket, "I kinda lied. I had something special I've been wanting to give you. I got this awhile ago." It was a small rectangle shaped box. You opened it and inside was a gold medallion necklace with two gold charms, a heart and a peace sign, just like the gold pins he wears on his uniform.

"Oh my, this is beautiful!" you exclaimed. "I love it. Thank you!"

"I'm glad you love it!" said Josuke blushing a little. You sighed. Guess the time is now to tell him.

"So, I've been wanting to tell you for awhile. I've had a crush on you since I started school here. I think you're cute, I love your hair, and I ended up making friends here thanks to you, and I want to be more than friends, but I was so nervous to tell you because I'm afraid you wouldn't like me that way and then things would be awkward and - "

You were interrupted when Josuke suddenly gave you a quick kiss. Both of you blushed a bright red.

"I'm sorry." said Josuke blushing a bit. "I've been wanting to tell you too. That's why I got you the medallion."

"Thank you so much." you say happily. "Now that we're together, you want to see a movie or something this weekend?"

"That sounds great!" says Josuke. You put on the madallion necklace, smiling at Josuke.

"You look beautiful!" said Josuke smiling. You happened to look at your watch, it was about a quarter to 10.

"Oh crap! It's late! You got to get home!" you said in surprise.

"Oh God you're right!" said Josuke looking at the time. "Meet you at the movies this weekend?"

"Of course." you answered. You gave him a kiss goodbye and walked him to the front door. You waved goodbye as he left, then went to help Mom clean up and put away the party decorations. While it had a rocky start, it turned out to be an amazing party. You thought about the wish you made when you blew out the candles, it had come true. You wished to kiss Josuke.

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