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honestsycrets · 2 years ago

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starved | [miguel o'hara x reader]

❛ pairing | new papi!miguel x new mami!reader

❛ type | oneshot: explicit content

❛ summary | peter says he's sex-starved. he isn't. he's just... adjusting to less time with his wife.

❛ tags | breastfeeding miguel, lactation kink, slight pregnancy kink, touch starved, pissy miguel, spanish is not translated, mention of violence, some cursing, f!reader.

❛ sy’s notes | written as per poll request! thank you everyone who voted.

Miguel likes to work.

Or, he thinks he likes to work.

The fate of the multiverse and all that boring ass bullshit. Peter has heard it all, twice, thrice over. What he knows is what he sees. What he sees is an overworked man running through anomaly files, sending out orders, and not spending time where it really mattered.

“Is that who I think it is?” Peter’s annoying ass house slippers flapped over the ground by Miguel’s feet. Peter’s hands rubbed together, sparking little bursts of heat between his palms. “It is! Mireya!”

Mireya, the newest addition to his small family. She was nestled comfortably in the crook of one of Miguel’s muscular arms as if it were the safest place in the entire world, suckling on what was left of a bottle of breastmilk. Miguel turned to place the empty bottle down on his desk. Peter followed, peeping over Miguel’s arm at her. Despite Miguel’s reservations, her bright brown eyes bored Peter with interest. She cooed at him. “Can I hold her? Let me hold her, it’ll be great! Aw look, she has curls.”

“My daughter isn’t your doll.”

“Look how pretty, she’s just like her mami. All sunshine and dimples and--,” Peter reached forward, easing his scrawny hands under her plush little arms and picking her up. Miguel’s hands fell onto his hips, shifting weight from one foot to the other, glancing down at his feet expectantly. “You know, for a new dad, you’re grumpier than usual.”

“Peter.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he bobbed back and forth, spinning in a circle. She giggled the kind of laugh that was all sugar, making Peter grin even harder. “I mean, wasn’t Mireya your idea? Are you-- y’know?”

“Y’know?”

“Sex starved,” Peter whispered like it was a great, terrible secret. As if in this vast space of silence, someone might catch his words and convict him because of them. Miguel’s half-lidded eyes slid against one another, held for a second, then spread open in an annoyed flick. He fluttered his gloved fingers at Peter to hand Mireya over.

“I’m just saying if you need a night alo--”

“I don’t. I’m not sex-starved.”

He waved him off. His eyes fell on his daughter, boring back up at him with those beautiful eyes he had waited so long to see. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, lulling her back into her late-night slumber, cradled against his chest.

Sex starved, he said. What a shocking joke.

His room was no place for a child. It was perpetually dark, dimmed for his sensitive eyes. So, at the end of the day, Miguel had your room to return to. A real home, one with more than a ratty run-down chair and a lifetime of regrets. A home that he couldn't make alone. Miguel pressed past the bedroom door where he found you overcome by sleep. Just like Mireya in his arms.

He turned his gaze down to Mireya once more, her soft and squishy body a vision of peace. Tiny fists balled up over her belly as she slept in her soft velvet onesie. The whole world in his hands: the start of a happy little family. Only right now, it didn’t feel so happy. Those were the cycles, the push and pull of life.

Tonight would prove to be another silent night with his thoughts. His chest swelled with a rush of air, bunching up his shoulders as he moved to the adjoining room to set Mireya into her warm crib. Torn from his warmth, her palms stretched out, ready to wail. Miguel placed his hand along the wooden rail, his stomach flopping into throbbing anxiety in his stomach. She could wake you up. "Shh," he set his finger in her tiny palm. Mireya’s small hands rested listlessly around her head. The wail never came.

“Mi vida,” your sleepy voice fell over his ears, a gentle caress. He longed to hear it from your lips again. “Is she already asleep?”

“Sí--” he glanced over his shoulder, catching just a sight of one of his favourite little slips. Dusty rose with delicate lace details. He studied the edge of the gown, flowing over your thick thighs as you walked. Shock.

“You look beautiful." You looked down at your soft belly, a mincing smile pulling at your lips. He knew you were nervous, the way your hands obscured your plush belly. Mesmerized, his finger fell away from Mireya's soft grip. Peter's words echoed in his mind, a deep annoyance. It made his skin crawl, this growing annoyance in the acknowledgment that he had no sex in weeks, months. He took a step forward.

“I hope she doesn’t sleep through the night. My breasts are full,” Your fingers skimmed the taut skin. The glint of your wedding band invited him forward as if… you should be his tonight. You were his wife-- and though he didn't expect you to give him relief, he missed you. Miguel dipped his head, stroking the sore muscles of his neck.

Are you, y'know, sex-starved?

“When does she ever..." he couldn't help from saying. He grazed his fingertips over the swollen skin of your breasts, glancing from the skin to your deep, shy eyes. His breath thinned, realizing that you were disengaging, too scared to look him in the eye.

“She does, Miggy,” you breathed. His jaw worked, annoyed. “Lately. You’d know if you came home at night.”

If it was lately, he had no knowledge of it. Every lab screen he pulled up, every status report from Lyla, and every silent night in the lab, obsessing over how his little girl was doing-- he missed it. He should be coming in more often, crossing the threshold of work to family life. His hand cupped the underside of your breast. You winced, embarrassment working on your face. You pushed his hand away, likely feeling exposed by his touch on your tender skin.

“Does it hurt?” He leaned down, mingling his smoky, musky scent with your delicate one. He leaned in to place a soft, open-mouthed kiss along your neck, the warm pulse of your skin against his plump lips.

“Miggy, you’ll wake her up.”

Your fingers laced in his before you pulled him out of the room with a click of the door. He settled his hand on the middle of the door, sliding his hand up your waist, the soft fabric crinkling over the movement. He glimpsed a look at your soft panties cupping your round ass. “Miggy, I… I can’t. I’m tired.”

Of course, you were tired-- He underestimated how much work you took on in her care. He willed the wisps of his desire to snuff out. The distant flicker of hope followed promptly after. Maybe, one day, you would want him again. It wasn't today.

“Ya veo,” he suppressed his frustrated growl, wrinkling his forehead. “Another time.”

It wasn't the next day. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

The anomaly whirled along a cobblestone street, exploding in a cloud of dust and stone. Its many black dipped hands flickered, dulling into little more than a negligible tremor of their limbs. Everyone else noticed the complacency that came with loss of consciousness. Miguel did not.

Miguel sauntered forward, dragged it by its muddy boots out from the crumbly remnants of the wall, and whirled it into another. It wasn't moving. It was done, tired, exhausted. He didn't care, his large hand encompassing its tendril hair and smashing it over the dusty floor. A violent crack, crack, crack of its head scratched his inert need to destroy something, anything, anyone. It fell from his hands with a slump. Miguel spat a bit of blood to the side, his cheek chewed raw under the tension of the moment.

“You need to take Peter up on that offer.”

Miguel stretched his neck one way. Then the other.

“We’ve been over this,” Miguel grumbled, hiking the pummeled body over his shoulder. It gushed blood, streaming into a diluted pink with the downpour of rain. A simple contusion, Miguel said. It was just a contusion. And a concussion. Maybe a gash or two. It would heal if the thing woke up. “I don’t need help.”

“You thrashed it, whatever it was,” Jess said pointedly. Miguel’s finger ran across his watch. The air was stale without an acknowledgment of Miguel’s churning temper, growing into a churning tempest by the passing minute. He stared long and hard through his mask. She drew out the silence as she waited for his response.

“It’s a contusion.”

The portal whirled to life before them in a slurry of vivid color, an unforgiving abyss. Jess slumped her bike with weight on one thigh, hand on her belly. The longer Miguel stared at her, so full and pregnant, the more he was reminded of you. He pinched the bridge of his nose. There was no use-- he saw visages of you everywhere he looked.

“Doesn’t look like any head contusion I’ve seen,” Gwen slid into the portal. His lip curled, annoyed by the obvious objection to what he was saying. If they would let it go-- he could go on about his life, wait for this obsession with his sex life to abate. Wait for you to come back to him.

“You can’t keep taking out your—“

“I am not sex-starved!”

“Convincing.” Jess sped into the portal.

Miguel soothed the stress out of his forehead, opening and closing his palm, a current of energy coursing through his palms. They picked— and they picked— and they picked at him. At some point, he was bound to explode. He only hoped you wouldn't be in his way when it happened. He whipped the anomaly through the portal and followed after.

On the other side of the portal, there was Peter— again. Cooing with his hands on his daughter— again. His dark mask faded away, his suit wicking water off his frame. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he located you beside Jess and Gwen. You nudged its crumpled body with your shoe. He didn’t often feel ashamed of his actions. Usually, they were necessary. Something was wrong, your face pinched and curled in disgust. He felt the string of your disapproval pulling through his arms, a slight, incriminating tremor flickering through his finger. He willed it away.

“What did you do to this poor thing?” you turned to Jess, a click-click-click off your tongue. He’d hardly call it poor. “It’s overkill.”

“Girl, ask your husband,” Jess folded her arms, reclining on her bike.

“Mi Miggy?” you went to him. You leaned over, pecking his cheek with a terribly insulting kiss, tickling his jawline. He swallowed. Blinked. Then frowned and brushed off your fingers, finding the care misplaced. You could care for an anomaly but didn't care to ask him how he felt. What he needed. Your voice wilted that sunshine quality, dropping almost to a whisper. “¿Qué te pasa, Miggy?”

“Nothing.”

“Miguel--"

“I said nothing!” He knelt down, grasping its ankle and dragging it down the long, drab hall that stored a variety of anomalies. A line of blood soaked the floor, swerving after his rumbling steps. You took a step forward, snatching his wrist between your fingers. He whirled around, a tremble on his lips firmed out into an unforgiving glare. You let up the pressure on his wrist, allowing him to spin his hand free. “Déjame en paz! There is nothing shocking wrong!”

Mireya cried. So did you.

The admittance that Peter was right wasn’t one that Miguel was about to make openly.

Although he showed up that night, as you informally requested, the night proceeded awkwardly. There was no talk over dinner, not as he watched you feed his little girl, swaying by the window of the enormous city below. As you gazed into the sea of twinkling lights, Miguel came up behind you. His palms encompassed your slight shoulders, moist against your exposed shoulders. His naked chest grazed your back.

"Are you going to apologize?"

Why should he have to? If anyone listened to what he was saying-- he wouldn't be in this mess. Still, Miguel steeled his face. He placed a mincing kiss on the top of your head. His voice thinned out, barely a feather on his lips.

"I snapped."

"You did a lot more than that. You scared her."

You let him sit with his regret until you fell asleep. He debated returning to the lab or his room to try again tomorrow. But he knew his wife. You were attentive to everything that he did. You might take it as a sign of his disinterest. After minutes turned to hours, he breached the door and slid into your bed when he was sure you were asleep.

When his eyes coursed over your figure, he realized all he missed. It was too long since he felt the warmth of a real kiss. Not the brief pecks on his lips as he rushed out the door to help Jess or Gwen or any other number of spiders demanding his attention. He missed the warmth in your eyes, the way they turn into crescents with a happy smile or jaunty laugh. He longed for that sensation of your fingers combing through his hair, taking your time and curling his fluffy hair behind his ear, eyes trained on his alone in a sea of spiders. That… sensation of being the only one that you wanted.

Mireya was that for you now. He longed for it every time he came into the room, seeing you sway with his child in your arms, cradled against your breast, feeding her into a restful sleep. What he thought was a mere seed of jealousy turned out to be a terrible beast, tendrils of resentment that you can’t see what he needs. He needs you. And it isn’t his beautiful Mireya’s fault, no. It’s his.

Instead, he lay there with his palm wretched around his cock, soaked in the artificial lubricant, throbbing into his hand. He remembered his words that night. A begrudging -- Mami, give me a baby-- and how well you took him. Your body seemed to know what he wanted, swelling with his child after a few weeks. He buckled into his palm, cranking around the base and swirling up to his leaking tip, bubbling with his need. He circled his finger over the head, swiping the fluid away.

“What are you thinking about?”

Miguel paused, sweat crept down his thick throat over his broad chest. He shuddered under the weight of your silken words. His hand coiled around his cock in one more jerk, somehow accepting that he had been caught.

“Are you thinking about me? Or is there someone else?”

"Someone else?" he breathed. His lips dropped into a frown, agitation simmering to a boil. It cooled when you looked at him-- but really looked at him. The bed shifted under your weight, ruffling pillows aside. You hoisted your legs over his body, pushing his cock against your soft vulva and his stomach, breasts pushing into his face. So close that Miguel inhaled the uniquely sweet smell of your milk obscured by thin lace.

“Why would I have anyone else?” he asked, his chest distantly aching. His gaze tracked from one breast to the other. He stole a glimpse at your face, stricken with shyness. The slight pout of your lips, eyes refusing contact. “Do you even want me?”

Undoubtedly yes.

“You don’t come to see me. You don't fuck me. You don't even--"

"You're always tired."

"But you could wake me.”

“Could I? To deny me again?” It hadn’t meant to come out so passive-aggressive, but with the natural inflections in his voice, he knew you could read him like a book.

“Oh, papi," not that soft voice. He might hope again. "I always want you.“

Hmpf. Debatable.

“Even when you’re jerking off in my bed. Or couch.” You slid your pink tongue along your lower lip, guiding your body against his. The wet draw of your juices over his dick drew his sharp scarlet eyes to the sight, knocking your stiff clit with his dick. For a moment, his words failed. He should have known you would watch him.

“Is that why you're so... angry? Because of me?" He made a small noise, barely a huff. You drew his hands to your full breasts, obscured by a thin layer of fabric. This time, he smothered a groan in his chest. How pathetic, he thought, to be moaning from something as simple as your firm breasts back in his hands. What was he-- twelve? "Have I been neglecting you, Miguel O’Hara?”

“Yes-- you've neglected me,” he murmured, dragging the lace underneath each breast, knocked together by the straps of the fabric. He melded your breasts again between his hands, massaging the sore skin. His thumps flickered over your nipples, stiffening them into peaks. With a small pinch to your breasts, milk dribbled over his fingertips.

"I won't do it again," he wondered if you missed his touch by the full, grateful hum of your lips, your palms disappearing into his dark hair. You coursed along his dick again, eliciting another piteous noise of longing from his throat. "I promise."

“Hm," was the only agreement. "What a mess,” he teased, not bothering to look at you. It had the desired effect, your shoulders shyly bunching up, the cute pout of your lips, warmth in your cheeks, quivering eyes. He loved it when you looked so fucking shy, so vulnerable, and all for him. "You're leaking all over my hand."

“I’m-- sorry,” you flushed, “It… happens.”

“Mhm, you're full,” Miguel flicked his pink tongue along your stiff, fat nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a suckle. Sweet milk soothed his tongue. He hungrily drank it up, shifting his other hand back to angle his cock at the entrance of your core. A hand left his thick locks and jerked to his broad shoulder, stabilizing your hips down to sink onto him. Blood welled to the surface with your claws scratching piteously along his sunkissed skin. With a bit of resistance, he slid perfectly into your body, just like he always did. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips against your breast. It was somehow different-- the tug and stretch of his cock-- as he fucked the mother of his child. Maybe it was all in his head. “Shock, you’re gorgeous on my dick.”

“Miggy--”

He shifted to the other breast, his hands nearly stapled on your hips, encouraging you to do the work. Your warm milk slid into his mouth, down his starved throat. The pleasure of knowing he was draining you of your milk was tempered with the ever-present fact that soon, you’d have his spunk in your belly again. Your hips flushed, drawing around in quick circles, flushed with his pelvis. Small waves of pleasure grew in your belly. Your stiff clit glided against his skin, again, and again with the undulations of his hips. You felt pinned between his mouth and dick, restricted in movement, but all his, devoured by his need.

“Come here, mi hermosura,” Miguel released your breast from those lush lips, sliding his tongue along his lips to catch the remnants of your sweet milk. He slid down along the pillows, flushing your chest to his, and propped his legs slightly for a better angle. His muscular arms wound around your back, cock pumping into you with renewed vigor. He knocked against your cervix in this position, holding you fast and tight in his arms. You nestled against his sweaty chest, accepting his thrusts so well.

“Miggy-- I’m not-- on anything.”

“You're breastfeeding, close enough,” he mused in your ear as though it were a joke.

You might have argued with him if you weren’t so blinded by that fantastic juddering of his hips. As it were, pleasure rocked all thoughts of birth control out of your mind. Miggy, an ever-present lover, groaned as he held out through your orgasm milking and soaking his swollen dick in your cum. Not a moment later, Miguel forced a long stroke of his dick inside your cunt, reaching his climax buried deep in your tremoring walls. You squeezed him tight, milking him dry of his orgasm until it all faded into fuzzy pleasure. You sighed as his arms loosened, warm and full of Miguel after so long. His soft dick slipped free, cum oozing onto his thighs, but he couldn’t be bothered to deal with the mess.

He set a kiss on the top of your head, then your forehead, and eventually snatched your lips in a warm kiss. You could taste the sweetness of your milk on his tongue and flushed. Your head dropped down on his chest, listening for the gentle whining of your daughter. It was silent but for the intermingling of your heaving breaths.

After all the issues: the disappointment, the fighting with Peter and Jess, Miguel couldn’t help but chuckle. All it took was jerking off in your bed. He should have known-- you never did like to be left out on his fun. You were always a jealous lover, even at the threat of his own hand.

“Hm? Why are you laughing?”

“Peter said I was sex-starved."

“Well," you glistened a smile, kissing along his jaw. He huffed. "He wasn't wrong."

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bazooka-overkill · 10 months ago

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MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY🎉🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

#punch out #punch out wii #mr sandman #mr. sandman #IM MR SANDMANS BIGGEST FAN IVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT IT STANDS #AAAAAARRAGHHH #half of this is me just projecting onto him #also can we talk abt his hairstyle in TD like. who is ur barber #bazooka-overkill #bazooka overkill #also maybe hourglass if u squint

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,.

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

»»————-　🔥　————-««

“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…”

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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Seventeen: Welcome to Caratland (Part 5)

(header by the amazing @cozynochu)

Characters: Seventeen x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: horror/halloween au, interactive au, this part doesn’t really have anything happen so if you’re scared of death or injury or anything ur safe

Summary: The night before Halloween, you and your 13 friends decide to go explore the infamous abandoned amusement park: Caratland, where it’s rumored that rides start on their own, empty mascot suits are seen walking around, and people don’t return the same as when they left. Can you and your friends survive the night in Caratland?

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“This shouldn’t even be a question!” Seungcheol huffed. He grabbed Soonyoung by the back of his shirt and began tugging him the way you and the other three boys had disappeared. “Mingyu, Josh, c’mon.”

“What? Why me?” Mingyu whined.

“Because you’re our resident himbo,” Josh replied as he grabbed Mingyu by the arm and pulled him along.

“Have fun getting pranked,” Jeonghan called after them.

“Isn’t it the stupid ones that die first in movies?” Junhui asked out loud, not realizing the weight his words would have on the younger boy.

As Mingyu began to panic, Joshua scoffed, “You’re gonna be fine, Gyu. Soonyoung’s the stupid one.”

Then Soonyoung began to panic, thrashing in Seungcheol’s grip as the oldest tried to calm him down between cursing out Josh.

The door was left open and there wasn’t any light coming from the basement except the faint glow of one of the red emergency lights around the corner. The four of them paused at the top of the stairs, staring down into the darkness. Soonyoung tried to turn around and walk away, but Seungcheol stopped him by grabbing the sleeve of his jacket.

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol said, also trying to reassure himself that nobody got hurt in the basement. He took a deep breath before stepping down on the first step. “Let’s go.”

“How mean would it be to prank them?” you wondered as Hansol studied all of the switches in the metal box.

Jihoon let out a snort, looking up from his phone, “Honestly, it would be kinda funny. Half of them would probably lose it.”

“Stop replying,” Wonwoo snickered, putting his phone away and focusing on helping with the lights.

“Wait,” Hansol paused, his fingers resting on one of the black switches as he turned his head to look at the three of you, “let’s tell them we found the lights and then shut ours off. We stop replying, we don’t go back up after they’re fixed. We scream, freak ‘em out, and wait for chaos.”

“Sol, you’re more evil than I thought,” you smirked, giving him a gentle nudge.

Hansol reported they’d found the emergency lights before flicking the switch on. The room in the basement was suddenly flooded with red that made all of you furrow your brows. It made everything look more ominous and, admittedly, was worse than just being in complete darkness.

“This is awful,” Jihoon said quietly.

��Shh,” you told him, shutting your flashlight off.

The four of you moved away from the box, deciding to hide around the corner of the stairs in case they did come looking for you. You all strained your ears to listen, but you couldn’t hear them talking. So you silently counted down from three before all of you let out screams and yells that sounded like you could’ve been getting murdered. You had to slap both hands over your mouth to keep from laughing, picturing how half of them must’ve been freaking out.

Finally, after a moment of not hearing anything, you heard Seungcheol say, “This shouldn’t even be a question!”

“Were they not going to look for us?” Wonwoo whispered, sounding offended.

“They deserve this, then,” Jihoon shrugged.

The four descended the stairs cautiously, shining their flashlights.

“_____?” Seungcheol softly called into the darkness. “Wonwoo? Sol? Jihoon?”

The four went to round the corner, but were stopped when something popped out of the darkness and screamed.

The four boys screamed as well, huddling together as they tried to process what had come out in front of their flashlights.

Wonwoo, Jihoon, Hansol, and you.

“What the fuck, guys!” Seungcheol growled once he’d regained his composure.

The four of you burst out into fits of laughter and giggles as Mingyu covered his face and sat down on the steps. Soonyoung simply fell on the floor, clutching his chest as he tried to steady his breathing again. Joshua seemed the only one amused by the joke, trying to laugh off how scared he was.

“Get the fuck back upstairs,” Seungcheol ordered, “and shut the emergency lights off. They’re scaring Seungkwan and Seokmin.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you giggled, waving his concern away as Hansol went back to the switches and shut them off, only to hear Seokmin shriek from upstairs.

“Wow, you’re all so easy to scare,” Wonwoo noted as the eight of you went back up the stairs to join the group. “Maybe tonight will actually be kinda fun.”

As your group approached the rest of your friends, Jeonghan smirked from where he was sitting on a table, “Sounds like your adventure went well.”

“Fuck off, Jeonghan,” Seungcheol grumbled. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Yeah, there’s not much to see in here,” Chan agreed.

“And Bongbong’s creeping me out,” Seungkwan whispered, pointing at the lifeless animatronic behind him.

Minghao pushed himself away from the tables and stood up, walking toward the door, “If we could get the emergency lights to turn on in here, maybe we can get the ferris wheel working. That would be a cool place to take pictures.”

All of you made your way to the doors you’d entered through, only to be met with a thudding noise as Minghao tried to pull them open.

“Very funny, guys,” he sighed. “Your little prank in the basement was probably cute and all, but go unlock the doors.”

“Um... We didn’t lock them,” Hansol shrugged.

“_____, go fix the doors,” Seungcheol ordered in almost a growl.

“Cheol, I swear, it wasn’t us!” you insisted, putting your hands up in surrender.

“We seriously didn’t do anything,” Jihoon promised.

“So then why are we locked in all of a sudden?” Jeonghan quizzed.

“We’re stuck?!” Seungkwan cried.

Minghao tried the doors again but they wouldn’t budge. Jeonghan urged Mingyu forward to try, only for nothing to happen, either. Seungcheol then stepped forward, but they still didn’t open.

Seokmin clung to the nearest person -- which happened to be you -- whimpering, “We’re stuck in here with Bongbong! We’re gonna die!”

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ALTERNATE ENDING: If nobody had gone to check on you and the others in the basement, they would’ve eventually heard another scream but even louder and more panicked. So then they would’ve gone to the basement to search, only to find the basement completely empty. They wouldn’t see any of you for the rest of the night, presuming something bad happened to the four of you. They’d try to leave the food court out of fear, only to find the doors are locked.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years ago

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Polyamorous: The Boy

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

warning: fluff

The party was really an excuse for Tony to turn up the music and everyone else to eat as much junk food and sugary sweets with out Steve scolding them about dieting and health. The hanging banner saying 'It's a Girl' was a nice touch putting a smile on everyone's face.

Although everyone tried to talk to her she wasn't really responsive and didn't seem comfortable with all the attention on her so they eventually just let her be sitting quietly in the corner observing everyone.

"Hey" Peter called out as he came off the elevators " Party! what for?" " A new addition to the family" (Y/n) called out as she handed him a glass of champagne and dragged him over to her " come meet my daughter. Hey, Hey, Pretty Penny this is Peter Parker aka Spider-Man-" "Dude!" "Oh please, she was going to find out anyways. Now and days he spends most of his time at college but he does come visit most weekends. Peter this is my daughter, isn't she beautiful." She blushed a bit at (Y/n) compliant " You know you guys are around the same age you're 20 she's 18. You guys are going to make good friends. Talk" And like that she introduced and left them. At first Peter didn't know what to do she just dragged him here and left him taking a small breath he took a seat across from him . " Hey, I'm Peter-Wait she just told you that. Um.... I don't think- I didn't catch your name." she shook her head " You don't want to say your name?" she shook her head again " you don't ….have a name?" she nodded " You don't have a name. Wait, you don't have a name? How does that happen?" Being away at college now left Peter out of the loop with most missions now. While he was aware there was a new female in the tower that the Avenger were taking care of it that was about it. Where is Tony did message Peter every day he never shared any information about their missions, projects, or jobs over the phone if Peter wanted to know he'd have to come find out. Seeing as she had decided to be selectively mute and showed no signs of knowing sigh language Natasha had given her a notepad and pen to make things a bit more easier for everything. She hadn't used it until now. Pulling it out she wrote 'Hydra' and showed it to him. "Hydra? they got you. I'm sorry to hear that..." Peter didn't really know what else to say he was still clueless to her situation and didn't want to talk about it in case it was sensitive topic but then again he didn't know what he could talk about " Hey, do you know Star Wars?" she shook her head 'no' and Peter gasped dramatically leaning back and clenching his chest you would have thought she told him she kicked his dog. " We need to fix that. What else don't you know?" And that started them having a long conversation, well Peter talking and her listening, about what she has missed out on what she need to know and catch up on. Peter had planned out the next five weekends with her already. He was going to educate her on pop culture and everything else nerd. "Look at them" (Y/n) whispered to Bucky as she leaned on his shoulder they both watched Peter and her in their corner ignoring the rest of the party. " They're getting along well. They're becoming friends isn't that nice." "I think you're looking too much into it he's just talking." "They're best friends now. shh don't ruin the moment" they too she creepily watched them together in their corner. Peter talking excitedly while she listened hanging on to every work. He had her full attention and (Y/n) could imagine he'd have it for a very long time. Steve came by and gave the two things a plate of cakes and sweets the conversation then switched from Stars Wars to baked goods and all she hasn't tried. "They're getting along" "That's what I said" (Y/n) said to Steve. "You're really happy aren't you" Bucky asked "Yes, Yes, I am" "Sorry to interrupt the moment then" Steve said " But I don't know how to take care of a teenager especially a girl. All the books I read were on babies. Although I'm pretty sure I read an article that said boys were bad so …-" Bucky smacked him upside the head and pulled him back before he could go torture poor Peter. "I think it's a bit early to play the protective dad card. Give it a few more months, yeah" Bucky said pulling him by his collar and into a kiss " Don't worry about it right now. Let her make friends" Polyamorous Poll Take this^ survey and choose the name and gender of the child ....or children. Her name will be revealed in the next chapter.

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borisbubbles · 5 years ago

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35. ALBANIA

Arilena Ara - “Fall from the sky”

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Hmm, well this is awkward

There you have it, my first impression of the song formerly known as “Shaj”. Four words I’ve written down after hearing the song, while the others got at least a full paragraph. Then it won FiK, completely passing me by as it did.

Since then, my opinion has been has been bouncing up and down between mild like and even milder dislike ever since, before finally settling "meh this is boring either way”. Imagine caring about “Fall from the sky”. I don’t. Neither should you.

Song Analysis

Christ how do I even do this? Does brutal honesty works? Okay, then: “Fall from the sky” is a completely unremarkable song, devoid of traits. It is generic balladeering 101. It’s bechamel sauce. It’s vanilla ice cream. It is as colourful as primer paint and as fun as watching said paint dry. If the tune didn’t put you to sleep, then the lyrics would (“I’m gonna spread my wings, for I am destined to fly” - who even writes cliché tripe like this?

Fittingly enough, the revamp did cause Arilena to “fall from the sky” at ESCUnited, by which i mean her score in the polls PLUMMETED faster than the speed of gravity <3 How was she even that high in the first place? Like, this:

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isn’t that good? Arilena is a good perfomer, yes, but like... she cannot carry this blandfest by ehrself. Yet, people were unironically comparing “Shaj” to "Suus”? SUUS? S U U S????? I *hate* “Suus” but good lord no. “Suus” was shrill, diabolical and a walking nightmare, but one thing it definitely NEVER was, was boring.

If anything, “Shaj” is a “Kruna”. A shouty midtempo bore, crippled by its datedness, somehow finding a place of reverence because the person singing it is a glame blonde in a punk gothic dress (or whatever umbrella term you’d put Arilena’s dress under - I am partial to “tarantula couture” myself), which attracts the snobs-but-not-rly-snobs-cuz-they-are-basic-shh-don’t-tell’em basics like moths to a flame, like birds to a pane of glass (okay, Laurell). God why am I still writing about “Shaj” it is DULL END OFF.

NF Corner

Yes well, you really cannot discuss the cold Yin of “Shaj” without mentioning the warm Yang of “Me tana”. I mean what *exactly* was wrong with this song again?

Elvana Gjata - “Me tana”

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Okay, before we continue, a PSA: “Me tana” is NOT a Fuego clone. Folk Dance was a thing before Fuego. Reggaeton was a thing before Fuego. Songs in the same genre as “Fuego” aren’t “Fuego Clones”. STOP SPREADING FAKE NEWS.

Anyway having said that, “Me tana” (whose closest living relatives are “Origo” and “Qele qele”), was a pretty good folk/dance/pop blend, even if its staging dabbled a bit too much into the Fuego pool (staging. not song. STAGING), but I am confident it would’ve found its own place and niche had the 2020 contest come to fruition.

My personal pet theory: a lot of the Arilena fandom stems from her beating Elvana and not due to “Shaj” itself. I can defintitely tell because the juror that made “Me Tana” lose, Mikaela Mingle, ALSO gained a cult following after Elvana lost and well... Keep getting pressed, losers.

So am I an Elvana fan myself? Well, not really? However ,i do like “Me tana” a lot though, and I think it was leagues ahead of “Shaj” in the pretty much every category, mostly because *Shajte* itself isn’t (and never was) a good song to begin with.

No, my fave was *this* metalpiece 🤩

Valon Shehu - “Kutia ë Pandorës”

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Lol imagine making your way through a string of dated ballads and dated rock songs and like, typical balkanic folk pop Except It’s In Albanian, and suddenly you’re smacked full in the face by an unapolegetic SYMPHONIC METAL SONG <333333 Written by SER EUGENT OF HOUSE BUSHPEPPER NO LESS!!! Kicking and punching their air in front of the camera non-stop <33333 Valon gives me LIFE and I really wish we got a dedicated metal song in this Former Contest, but alas. (Yeah, “Take Me As I Am”, but that one transcends labels)

Albania 2020 vs Albania 2021

“Shaj” was always a borderline qualifier at best, and the revamp did it no favours. “Fall from the sky” wpuld have been dead on arrival.

However, I was pleased when Albania announced the revamp initially? See it as win/win: either Shaj would be transformed into a GREAT pop song, making the loss of, well everything that wasn’t “Shaj” in FiK, justifiable. Or, Albania would fumble it by stripping down the song even more and getting rid of all of its unique qurks, which was a MASSIVE slap in the face of any idiot who had ever claimed that “Me tana” would’ve flopped in Rotterdam (a breed of idiot that absolutely deserve to be clowned at every juncture, preferably by their own hand).

Anyway, even though “Fall from the sky” is dead and FiK will probably still be held in december anyway, I would want RTSQ to just pick Arilena again? “Shaj” was *SHAJTE* but Arilena herself was... okay? Good, even? She gave me a GLIMMER of talent during the live, which is in itself a small miracle given how thoroughly Not Good her song was. And I mean, just the ~mere principle~ of 2020 artists getting conned out of their rightful place in ESC by the EBU forces me to root for Arilena’s return in 2021*. Make it happen, RTSQ.

* Except for De & Mon. Fuck De & Mon. 😇

FREAKY!FRIDAY!FACTOR!

Everything surrounding “Shaj” was the usual Albanian stuff (boring geriatric ballad wins, gets revamped into an even MORE boring geriatric ballad), but i’m willing to give Albania a senhead for producing an unapolegetically fun NF with some legit good modern entries (ALBANIA! Trying modern! THE CONCEPT!) and another for setting the stage for the rest of the NF season of SHOCK winners. Albania set the seasonal trend of “Audience Darling Mysteriously Bombs At The 11th Hour” and without it, the rest of the season would’ve felt a lot less freaky!.

Score: 2 Senhits out of 5.

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edyacouky · 5 years ago

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Can I Protect You? (3/4)

Like promise after the poll, here the next chapter of this fic

Hope you will like it (＾▽＾)

Can be read on AO3 Chapter 01, Chapter 02, Chapter 03

Can be read on Tumblr Partie 01, Partie 02

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Roy has to leave Jason. Both of the omega were distress but they listen to their logical brain.

They know Roy have to retrieve Lian. She can stay at Star City indefinitely with Dinah and Ollie. Especially because Jason want to see her. Since Jason will stay at this hospital, they also have to move at Gotham. Fortunately, Jason still has a few safe houses so Roy have just to bring some of their things so Roy and Lian can live comfortably here.

“I will bring you yours books. Roy said before leave

-You realize that there will not have any place in this room. Jason smile

-Only your favorites ones then.”

They kiss then Roy leaves.

At first, Jason doesn’t believe he can fall asleep. Every time his eyes start closed, he was afraid that when they will open up again his baby will be definitely gone. He keeps rub his belly humming a lullaby. Then finally he was too tired.

When he wakes up, he jumps surprised and disoriented. He didn’t understand why he was feeling so unsafe.

Then he saw Bruce appears in one of the corner of the room.

“What the fuck? B, what are you doing here?

-I told you I will come back. Bruce said seating on the bed

-He is fucking one a.m. Jason groans after looking at his phone. Why are you here now?

-You’re in hospital

.-No shit Sherlock.

-You are pregnant.

-Yeah, so what? You will give The talk after or before you tell me how stupid I was?

-Jason…

-What? Like you don’t want say: “How can you be so stupid in using Catherine’s maiden name, Jason? How can you think you can be a mother, Jason? Why do you think we needed it you, Jason? You only cause trouble, Jason.”

-Jason, please …

-No. Shut up. I don’t want listen to you. Just go.

-Ok, I will leave. Bruce concedes after a long silence. But first I have to warn you.

-Warn me about what? Jason asks afraid he puts his arms on his belly

-I … I didn’t react the way I should have when Dick and Kate bring you to the hospital.

-What did you do?

-I tell the hospital you were my son, as Bruce Wayne. Bruce admit

-Are you serious? Jason start to yell-

Look I just wanted tell you that the journalist may come here.

-May? They will come! I can’t believe you … Fuck. And I was thinking that I was stupid.

-Of course we will do everything so you can rest and focus on your and your child’s health.

-What will you do? Jason asks suspicious

-Well, we will be kept an eye on the hospital to be sure none journalists come bother you. Bruce said like he explains a plan to the Justice League or a project to the board of the Wayne Company. We will make sure the story of your coming back to the family will be legal, you will be …

-No.

-What?

-I will not coming back to the family. It is out of question. Forget about it.

-Why? It will be simpler.

-No it wouldn’t be. Roy and I are both omega. In the United State, an alpha from our packs can easily found a judge who you agree to entrust our children with him, withdrawing their guard. So no, there is no way I accept you as legally my alpha.

-Oliver Queen is Roy’s alpha. I know you let him babysitting Lian. Bruce said trying to understand Jason’s refusal

-We made him sign paper abandonment of kinship on our children. Roy and him discuss about a compromise if he wanted part of Roy’s life, part of our children’s life. He didn’t appear in our life like he own the place clamming to anyone that Roy is his omega!

-But … Jason … Bruce said dazed, you don’t believe I want take you your child, do you?

-I think you can do anything if you're sure you're right.”

Bruce can’t believe he really hear that. But Jason’s scent smell distrust and he keeps his arms protecting his belly and he fold up his leg against him.

Bruce knows how to control his smell but this time he can’t hide on distress he feels.

“I knew … Of course I knew even before you … before you go to Ethiopia that our relationship wasn’t … perfect. Why would you have run away otherwise if you were happy at the Manor? But I … I always that you knew … Since I found you in Crime Alley the only think I wish for you was to be happy and wealthy. That the only thing I want for you. Do you trust me?”

Jason looks deeply at Bruce trying to read his mind. He believes that Bruce was honest here with him. When he died, he didn’t doubt that Bruce loved him. Even after his bloody coming back, even after all their argument, he still believes it.

But he also believes that Bruce is a control freak, that he didn’t trust Jason’s choice. And he’s ready to anything if he though he has right.

“No. Jason realizes. I don’t trust you. Whether you find a story explain why Brucie Wayne though that Jason Johnson is his son, which he isn’t, and you can still be part of my life, whether you leave.

-Jason, let me think about that.

-What do you have to though?”

Bruce stays silent while Jason observes him with a frown. After a while, Jason said astonished:

“You will not even propose to sign the paper?

-Of course not. Bruce answers honestly. I can’t sign this.

-I can’t believe you.”

Suddenly, Bruce realizes that Jason has tested him, and for now, he fails the test. But if Jason could listen to him, he will understand why Bruce is right.

“Jason, you have to think about what will happen to your children if Roy and you died.

-What?

-If Oliver and I sign this paper, when after your death your children will be put on the system. You have no more parents beside us.

-Because you think that this time, you will survive us?

-Jason …

-And you have the pretension to believe Roy and I want you to have custody of our children?

-They will be my family. Bruce argues. I am wealthy…

-You’re a control freak and you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon! You’re really thought we want our children alone in your gloomy manor with only Alfred as company?

-It was not so awful when I took care of you, was it?

-Look at all your children. Have you really no idea how you make us feel?

-Jason, do you really prefer your children put on the system rather than with me? Bruce asks judgmental

-Of course they will not put on the system. We will choose a guardian. You know what? I don’t have talk to you about that. Just … just leave. Jason whispers tired

-Ok … Ok.”

Bruce raises his hand to stroke Jason’s hair but he moves his head so Bruce can’t touch him.

“Don’t come back.”

Bruce didn’t insist and disappears.

~*~

After that, Jason was unable to sleep again. He was tetanized that abruptly someone will come force him to abandon his child after their birth. Roy seems like he has forgiven him for putting them in a dangerous situation, like he agree that Jason stay in their life. He doesn’t want judgmental Bruce to interfere.

When the nurse comes take his blood pressure, they almost suffocate in his frightened and vulnerable scent.

“What’s going on? Are you in pain somewhere?” They asks gently

Jason shakes his head.

“I just … Shit … Sorry …

-First pregnancy?”

Jason nods miserably.

“Don’t worry. It is pretty normal you feel like shit during all your pregnancy. Sometimes for nothing.

-I wish I knew that.

-That’s ok. Do you need more blanket? A phone to call someone?

-My mate will come today with some of my stuff. I will be good until now.

-Ok. In the meantime don’t hesitate watch the TV.

-Thanks.”

Jason watches a random TV channel trying to calm him vainly.

When finally Roy and Lian visit him, he starts to relax. Lian jumps on his bed crying.

“Jayjay! She screams hug him

-Hey Sweetheart. Shh. Everything will be alright.”

Roy put Jason’s things before kiss him and murmur him:

“I have your books, your phone and PC.

-Thank you.

-Why are you in a hospital? Lian asks

-Just a too little problem with the baby. Nothing’s too bad.

-So you come back to home with us?

-Not today. The doctor wants to be sure the baby will be ok.

-Jayjay may stay here for all the pregnancy. Roy adds

-What? That’s not good!”

Roy and Jason smile at her tenderly while hugging her.

“Everything will be alright. Roy said as much for Lian than for Jason. While you and I will have fun in Gotham. Jayjay could studies peacefully for his test.

-F… Fudge! Jason realizes. My test! I have to go to the college to pass them.

-No, I call them and they say with a sicknote you could have a permission to pass them by correspondence.

-You already call them? Jason asks amazed

-Of course. Well the jet lag helps. It was afternoon for them.

-Thanks Roy. I love you.

-I love you too.”

They kiss tenderly while Lian still hug Jason, rubbing her head on Jason’s scent gland. Jason and Roy discuss about Bruce’s visit via their phone for not disturb more Lian.

If Lian finally calm down with one of her coloring book, Roy was visibly angry with each sentence Jason send him.

“I can’t believe him. Roy sends

-I can.

-We will find a way not let him prevail on our life. Ok?

-Ok.”

They smile to each other before Lian shows them her drawing.

“That’s beautiful, Pumpkins.

-Very lovely.

-Thank you. She said proudly

-Before I forget, Roy said, Dinah and Oliver want know if they can come visit you. Do you want see them?

-They want see me?

-Of course. I explain the situation to Dinah when I was recovering Lian, so they are worried now.

-That’s nice of them. Yes. They can come if they really want.

-Didi and Ollie come? When?” Lian asks with bright eyes

Oliver was still pretty uncomfortable with them and make up by brings gifts for Lian every time he comes visit them. And Lian noticed the pattern.

“Don’t know yet. Maybe this week.

-Cool.” She smiles

~*~

The doctor comes to Jason’s room to know how he feels and to inform him that she wants him have some test like ultrasound to monitor evolution of the hematoma.

“What’s a hematoma? Lian asks curiously

-It is a thick mass of blood anywhere in the body resulting from an injury or blood disorder. Doctor Armstrong answers without thinking

-Is that a bad thing? She starts to panic

-No. Roy said immediately. Do you remember when you hurt your knee when you fall there is two days? You had a hematoma and it wasn’t too bad, was it?

-The doctor is just being mindful because the baby need more attention.” That’s all. Jason adds

Lian look at her parents suspiciously before looking at the doctor. Doctor Armstrong looks unsettled to have this little girl focuses on her.

“That’s true.” She just said

Lian finally nods happily by that answer and let the nurses bring Jason to do the first test without a groan.

It was the first time Lian assist to an ultrasound and she was more impressed by the sticky substance on Jason’s belly than the blurring picture of the baby.

“Do you know their gender? One of the nurses asks. Do you want to know?

-No thanks. We want that to be a surprise.”

Good news is the hematoma doesn’t seem to grow up but the bad news is it doesn’t to seem to heal either. The next weeks could bring more information.

When they come back to the room, they were surprise that they were expected.

“Littlewing! Dick exclaims. Are you and your baby alright?

-I am sorry, sirs. Doctor Armstrong said to Dick and Tim. But I don’t remember that you allowed for visits.

-That’s alright, Doctor. Jason said surprising everyone. They can stay.

-Ok. I will let you for now. Don’t hesitate call me or a nurse if you need anything.” The doctor said before leave them.

Without letting time to the adults said a world, Lian asks:

“Who are you?

-That’s true you were so little last time I saw you. Dick answer sadly

-I know you? Lian insist

-Well, Roy said, Dick and I were best friend when you were a baby. He was babysitting you sometimes.

-Why did I saw you no more now?

-Life happens. Dick simply answer embarrassed

-I am just Dick’s brother.” Tim said when Lian look at him

After all was clear, Lian was relaxed, even if the adults weren’t, and say nothing when Dick and Tim sat on Jason’s bed.

“So, Dick said, how are you feeling Littlewing?

-I am fine. He answers looking insistently at Lian then at Dick, hoping he will understand they can’t talk about everything with her here

-Good. Did you have anything you need? Can you bring you something?

-No, we’re good. Jason said showing his books

-Oh! Did you pursuit your studies? Dick asks when showing the titles

-Lian, sweetheart, Jason tells her, can you get me a juice, please?”

Lian pouts but when Jason insists she obeys.

“Are you sure? Roy asks

-Yeah.

-Ok.” Roy kiss Jason before exist the room with Lian, letting the three ex-Robin alone

Suddenly, Dick loses his smile and Jason doesn’t hide anymore his anger at them. Only Tim stays calm.

“What the fuck were you think, Jason? Dick attacks immediately. You are pregnant! Why the fuck were you in this storage? You … you almost lost your child! God… We almost lost you … again … Why?

-Alfred calls me … What was I suppose do?

-Not come! We try contact you I don’t know many time the last past month, and you never answer…

-It is Lian who pick up my phone.”

Jason does not know why, but he cannot help but put himself on the defensive. Maybe he should not have let Roy go.

Dick looks at him astonished before he laughs.

“Oh man, this is so absurd.

-Shut up Dickhead! Jason groans. Replacement, maybe you have something else to say?

-Stephanie want you to know that she is deeply sorry and, she hope you will agree she comes visit you when she will feel better.”

Jason feels stupid now, he didn’t expect that.

“She has nothing to apologize for. Nothing was her fault.

-And thank you. Tim adds. Without you, we couldn’t have found her.

-Tim! Dick yells visibly angry

-It is true.

-What the fuck are you doing? Playing Bad cops, Good cops? You suck.

-We’re not play. Dick grumbles. Tim should say that.

-That’s true. Tim argues

-Please! Just stop. Why are you here? For real.

-Pass Stephanie’s message and make sure you’re alright.

-So, are you and your baby alright?

-Well, I may lose my baby, Jason answer bitterly hopping to offend them; the doctor can’t guarantee that my pregnancy will end well. And even if it did, Bruce will take my baby. So no, I am not alright. Are you happy now?”

Jason breathes loudly. He doesn’t want cry in front of Tim and Dick, especially with Lian who can enter in his room at any moment.

“What? Of course no!

-What do you mean Bruce will take your kid?

-What do you think that will happen now that the press knows he tells to the hospital I am his son? And he didn’t want deny or sign the papers.

-Which papers?”

When they hear Roy talk more loudly than necessary in front of the door, they stop the conversation immediately.

“Tadam! Lian exclaims showing all the different juices in her arms

-All of that just for me? Jason said exaggeratedly excited

-Everything is alright? Roy asks while Lian nods vigorously

-Yeah. They were leaving. Jason answers without looking at them, only smiling to Lian

-Yeah, we will leave you. Dick confirms. See you soon. And don’t worry Littlewing, everything will be alright, ok?

-Yeah sure. See you soon.

-For Steph, can she come see you? Tim asks

-If she doesn’t have much more interesting things to do.

-Ok. See ya.

-See ya.”

When they were alone, Lian seat on Jason’s bed and babble about all the juice she brings to him.

“You’re the perfect daughter. Jason praises her. There is everything I love. Thank you so much, Pumpkins.”

Roy kisses lovingly Jason while Lian place the juice box on the Jason’s shelf.

“Is everything alright? Roy asks him

-Yeah. It was just some tiring hours.

-Hey. I love you.

-I love you too.”

~*~

The rest of the day was happier. All the tests making by the doctor shows that for now the baby was healthy. Lian was loving against Jason during all the during of the visit, groans to everyone who could perturb their tranquility.

They can’t be sure until she will be a teenager, but she acts more and more like an alpha kid.

Roy keeps talking about how the moving was going on. Since Jason has letting some furniture and that he was paying someone to clean up once in two weeks, Roy and Lian don’t have much to do.

They have still some things they have to tidy and some decoration to change so that can really feel like home.

“I took one of your safe house where there are three bedrooms. In case, we have to stay in Gotham after the birth.

-Fu … Fudge I hope not.

-So, I was thinking about decorate the room for the future baby. Which color would you like?

-Purple! Lian exclaims

-Purple will be your room, Pumpkins. Roy smiles

-Purple is the best color. All the rooms should be purple. She retorts

-Maybe not all the rooms. I like my kitchen the way it is. Jason laughs

-So, for the baby’s room…

-Roy, we might not bring them at home. Jason interrupts him. You shouldn’t waste your time with that.

-It wouldn’t be a waste of time. Look, you’re fine. The baby is fine.

-Roy, I don’t want talk about that now.

-Ok. Roy finally said despite wanting insist

-Thank you.”

Roy kisses him instead of answering him. He understands that Jason doesn’t want hopping too much but Roy can’t believe that they will lose their child.

He feels them move each time he puts his hands on Jason’s belly. That’s can be only the proof that they are alive and want to birth. They have to be ready to welcome them in their family. The child cannot believe that they weren’t wanted.

~*~

Later this week, one hour later after Roy and Lian go out to eat, Oliver and Dinah arrive to visit him. Oliver pushes two caddies full of presents.

“What the fuck is all of that? Jason yells shocked

-I promise I tried to stop him. Dinah tries to defend herself. But there were so many cute things in the stores!”

She kisses his cheek with a big smile.

“When I though people think you’re here to stop me. Olivier said before puts awkwardly his hand on Jason’s shoulder. This one is for Lian and the other for the baby.

-Oh … Roy didn’t tell you … we may …

-He told us everything. Dinah ensure him

-So why did you …? You may waste your money.

-That’s not a waste.

-Roy talks to you about the baby’s room too. Jason said narrowed his eyes. Are you here for that?

-First, we’re here for you. To know how you are feeling.

-You’re totally here for that. Why will you arrive when Roy and Lian aren’t here otherwise?

-Well, Oliver said, because of another discussion I had.

-With who?

-With Bruce. Oliver finally admit when Dinah gets away from Jason’s bed so he doesn’t feel surround

-What?

-He comes to our house. Oliver explains. He learns about the fact that I sign this paper to guarantee for you and Roy I will never do anything to take away your children. And the fact that you want him signs it too.

-I told him. Jason admits. So what? Do you agree with him? Is for that you don’t want Roy here?

-God no, I don’t agree with him.

-Why are you here talking about that then?

-Because Bruce come on alpha bullshit mode and he makes me promise to try change your mind. You know how he can get.”

Jason loves when an alpha recognizes that “alpha bullshit mode” exist and use it to describe an alpha comportment. Especially Bruce’s comportment.

“So, are you sure you don’t want Bruce raise your children if an unfortunate event happen to you and Roy?

-I am positively sure.

-Cool. Good talk.

-Now that is over. Dinah exclaims. Let’s eat the cake.

-You bring a cake?

-Big enough to be sure Roy and Lian will have a piece when they will come back. So eat.

-That’s too is alpha bullshit. Jason said jokingly taking the spoon Dinah gives him. Try to force a pregnant omega to eat. But it is my favorite cake so I will let it pass.

-Too kind of you.” Dinah laughs

Lian was ecstatic when she saw the presents and the cake. She hugs Dinah and Oliver telling them they were the best grandparent ever.

After that Oliver ensures them that they have his support, that he will help him as much as he can with Bruce and the press.

“Talking about support, Oliver said with Lian on his knees playing with the little car that was brought to her, this room is too small and the hospital lacks of means…

-Please Oliver, no. Roy groans

-What I can say is Jason and our baby will be more comfortable if you let me pay you a better room. One with a bigger bed, a better bathroom maybe with a bathtub.

-Oh, I love that idea. Jason said. But we don’t need your money neither take more place that you could be more useful for someone else.

-If I give them enough money so they can reopen an aisle, you will not take too much place.

-Ok this is too much. Jason laughs

-But not a bad idea.

-Roy!

-What? Don’t you want this hospital have a new aisle?

-Why did I become the bad guy now?

-You should just accept Jaybird.”

~*~

During this month, members of the hospital were nicer with Jason. Not only because of Oliver’s donation, but also because a second anonymous donation was made. Certainly Bruce. Jason doesn’t know if he does that because it is the only he found to show that he cares or because he was annoyed that Oliver make a donation in his city.

The doctor Armstrong admits that she wasn’t worry anymore about his baby’s health and if Jason want he could go back home. But the administrator doesn’t want him go because they fear lose the donation.

Jason hesitates many days but finally decide he was safer if he stay at the hospital. The cost wasn’t a problem and in case something wrong happen, the doctors and nurses could help him quickly.

The Batfamily and the Arrowfamily keep visit him. Even Bruce, at the night when he thinks Jason sleep.

Maybe Jason should admit that he was wake up, but it was easy ignore him the night and thinking about which decoration putting in the baby’s room in the day.

But when a photograph takes a nth photo of him in his hospital bed, he have to put an end to all of this.

So when Bruce enters to his room at midnight, Jason seat and said:

“That need to stop.

-I know you tell me not come back …

-But you still do it. And you dare ask me if I trust you for not taking my children.

-Jason …

-No. You will shut up and listen to me. You will deny your stupid declaration about me being your son …

-You’re my son.

-No. And don’t interrupt me again. You will deny your stupid declaration. And maybe, maybe I will let you saw them. But, if you stay stubborn about that, well ok I will be “your son”. Then you can be sure I will sue you.

-What are you …?

-I will accuse you to try illegally incorporating me in your pack. Look at me; I am a poor pregnant distress omega, while you’re a rich, powerful, arrogant alpha. I will make sure the trial will never end. That the investigation has to put in the light all your secret. The medical file of all your children. The anomaly about how you use some of your company’s benefice. If I have to I will recall that I wasn’t found in the same clothes I died. I will make sure everybody remember you were the only witness of my death. You, a playboy alpha you keep adopt young boy.

-You wouldn’t dare … Do you imagine in which situation it will put us?

-You know what you have to do.

-I will sign the paper. You win I will sign it. Please, Jason, I want …

-I don’t give a fuck about what you want! I am tired of giving a fuck about what you want!”

Jason feels pitiful when he can control his tears. He doesn’t want cry in front of Bruce. But he is so tired. He is always wanted his father to love him. He is always wanted to be a good son to him. But he can’t be happy if he worried every time about what Bruce may think of him. He can’t go forward with all the love, the bitterness he feels for Bruce. He had to let him go. He had to abandon who he was before his death. He has to focus on the family he creates with Roy.

“Let me go.”

He cries and keeps crying. He doesn’t even have enough strength when Bruce hugs him to push him. He hears Bruce crying too but he keeps begs him to let him go.

“Ok. Bruce finally said after a long moment. Ok. I will do what I have to do.”

For weeks he doesn’t have news from Bruce. Jason informs Roy about what happen. Roy wasn’t happy that Jason confronts him without him and was worried about Bruce’s reaction.

“Do you know what he will do? Roy asks him

-No. I have no idea.

-I will see him.

-Roy …

-I am a big boy Jason. If you can support Ollie, I can deal with Bruce. Just focus on your studies and the baby.”

Jason laughs.

“That’s so an alpha thing to say.”

That’s make Roy laughs too before they kiss.

“Everything will be alright.”

Jason doesn’t know exactly what Roy and Bruce said to each other. Roy just said him that Bruce seems exhausted and that he will make a press release this Friday. Bruce just to Roy that they all get what they want.

Jason hates waiting to know what Bruce decides. Can’t he tell him like any other normal human being?

Bruce Wayne was invited for the first day of the new art exposition at Gotham Museum. And if at first the question was only about the exposition, rapidly the journalists ask him about his declaration at the hospital.

Bruce inhale deeply before exhale.

“Despite the fact the topic of today is the new exposition, I will answer only once at your question. I will not repeat myself. Like you must know, I lost my second son, Jason Todd, when he was only fifteen years old. I never forget him. When a month ago, my older son, Richard Grayson, learning that the mate of his friend, Roy Harper, has difficulty during his pregnancy, I was there. When I heard an omega named Jason, who is the same age my son would be if he was alive, was distress on a hospital, I just … snap. I was convinced that this omega was my second son; I wished that this omega was my second son, because … I wanted to see my son grows up, happy, start a family. Roy Harper and Jason Johnson were kind enough to deal with my momentary snap despite the difficult moment they have to deal with it. By respect for them, I ask you to let them alone. That’s all. Thank you for your attention.”

Roy and Jason almost cry from relief. Finally, Bruce listens to what they want and take that in consideration. The press should let them alone after that. Maybe they will come back to divulge their baby’s gender but it won’t happen till three month.

The next time the doctor prints a photo from the ultrasound, Jason ask if he can have a second.

He put it on an envelope that he gives to Alfred for Bruce.

Moved by the gesture, Bruce isolates himself on his office to look at what Jason sends him. He was immediately smitten by this unborn child. By his first grandchild, he realizes even if Jason wouldn’t agree that Bruce doesn’t count Lian.

In the back of the photo, Jason writes his phone number with the following message:

“B,

Thank you. I know it must have been difficult for you. You’re welcome to visit them during the day if you would like that.

J”

After hesitate a few hours, Bruce finally screw up one’s courage and calls Jason.

“Hey. Yeah. Alfred gives it to me. Sound like they will have your eyes.”

They both laugh awkwardly before Bruce pursuit:

“If… if you still agree, I would like to … Yeah, tomorrow will be good. Just … Promise me that Ollie won’t be there.”

~*~

Jason was almost eight month pregnant; when Scarecrow decides terrorize Gotham with a new toxin. Obviously Jason didn’t help the Batfamily, but Roy did so Oliver and Dinah babysit Lian in Star City.

Jason was worried about Roy, but also about the baby. The members of the hospital were too much occupied that they could keep doing as much test to ensure his baby’s health that they used to.

Every time they bring him to the test and bring him back to his room, his bed was collide with others patients bed. It doesn’t help him to reassure him.

But the panic provokes by Scarecrow pass and nothing bad happen to Roy or the baby, so Jason relax.

He was reading one of his school book while Lian coloring in her book. He will have to pass his test next week and was getting nervous. For this reason, he doesn’t realize something is wrong.

He feels a sting pain in his stomach but it was almost midday, reason for tha Roy went to fetch them food.

He feels humidity in his legs but, and it was embarrassing, it’s happen that he was wetting for nothing.

He sights and raises his sheet. He freezes immediately.

There is blood. Too much blood.

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soul-music-is-life · 6 years ago

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I have an emison prompt: Alsion and emily finding out they are having a boy the second time around Alison is pregnant. And they have a bet on what they are having.

I’m really not a big “holiday” person. But I do take stock of what I’m thankful for this time of year, and I’m more than thankful for my fans (it feels weird calling you ‘fans’ when I consider you friends). You have legitimately occupied my mind enough with the PLL/Emison stuff to where the loss of my mother isn’t constantly in the forefront of my mind so much that it makes me want to pull some “Thelma and Louise” cliff-dive. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Enjoy. Had to add a “read more” link cuz I prattle.

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Emily’s eyes were closed in concentration. She delicatelymassaged her fingers against her wife’s exposed skin. Alison reached down andtucked her fingers underneath Emily’s chin, drawing her wife’s attention awayfrom her little protruding baby bump and up to her face.

Alison couldn’t help but smile at Emily’s dedication tomaking sure her pregnancy was as stress-free and relaxing as possible. That’show they’d ended up snuggled on the couch, Emily talking to their growing littleone. Emily had become very enamored in her conversation with their unborn babywhile she was trying to determine the sex. Emily rubbed her palm over Alison’sbelly and focused in on it in deep concentration.

“It’sa baby, Em. Not a magic 8-ball.” Alison laughed.

“Iknow.” Emily rubbed her belly again with a smile. She pressed her lips againstAlison’s exposed skin right below the midriff on her shirt. “Talk to me, littlenugget.”

“Again,a baby. Not gonna talk…” She was cut off when she felt movement, a kick.

Emilysmiled and looked up at Alison.

“Youwere saying?”

“Thatwas just a coincidence.”

“Oh,really?” Emily lifted her brow. “Kick your mommy’s bladder if you can hear me.”

“That’snot funny, Emily. I already practically pee myself every fifteen minutes as itis…”

“Sheloves you despite her complaining.” Emily assured the little fetus.

Alisonfelt movement, a reaction to Emily’s voice. Alison couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,real important question here, peanut.” Emily spoke soothingly. “No pressure.”

“Youare ridiculous.” Alison laughed.

“Maybe.But my methods work. I have a sixth sense for this.”

“Ifthat’s true why didn’t you know we were having twins the last time?” Shemotioned to their twelve-year-old girls sitting across the living room playinga video game.

“Shh,I’m doing important work here.” Emily shushed her jokingly. “Okay, baby.” Emilyaddressed Alison’s stomach again. “Now, are you a little girl…”

Shewaited a few seconds. No motion. No movement. No kick.

“So,you’re a baby boy, then?”

Unbelievably,there was a kick.

“Fool-proofFields method.” Emily nodded. “My dad did it when my mom was pregnant with me,and he was right. So I’m casting my ballot. My vote is baby boy.” Emilygrinned, rubbing Alison’s stomach. “My little man.”

“God,if he is a boy he’s totally screwed. As if his mommies aren’t hormonal enough,he’s going to have to contend with two moody teenage sisters.”

“Youguys know we can hear you, right?” Grace looked up from the TV, a video gamecontroller in her hand.

“Ha!Suck it, Grace!” Lily took the opportunity to edge Grace out of the game theywere playing.

“Hey,no fair. I paused it for a reason…”

“Yeah,because you’re a sucker.” Lily grinned.

“Moms,she’s being mean to me…”

“She’sgloating. There’s a difference.” Emily shrugged.

“Punishher for gloating.” Grace demanded.

“Notmy fault that you can’t beat me.”

Grace’scheeks flushed red in anger. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fight every day,sometimes three to four times a day, about who was better at what. Grace hated to lose. When she was a toddlershe’d throw tantrums. Lily had beat her at Candyland once and Grace had yankedon her hair and stabbed her with a game piece. Everything was a competitionwith the two of them.

“Payup, loser.” Lily flipped her hand over, palm up. She gestured slightly with herfingers curling towards her body.

Gracelooked at her mothers and then at her sister, an idea suddenly coming to mind.She’d heard all the adults talking about whether her moms were going to be having aboy or a girl. They had even taken it as far as placing bets on it. Gracedecided she wanted in on the action.

“Howabout another game?” Grace asked.

“Comeon, I’ve already beat you three times. You really want to keep embarrassingyourself?”

“No. A different one. And the odds are 50-50. Gives us both a fair shot. But it’s along game.”

“I’mlistening.” Lily was intrigued.

“Soyou’re in?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.Let’s take this pot and add a buy in of ten bucks for the new game. Fixed odds.Double or nothing,” Grace said.

“Whothe hell taught you gambling terms?” Alison frowned.

Grace’sand Lily’s eyes both flickered towards Emily. Emily glared back at them forthrowing her under the bus.

“Didyou teach our children to gamble?” Alison exclaimed.

“Teach is kind of a strong word. They may have stayed up late with me and thegirls for a few poker nights.”

Alison’sjaw dropped, but it had nothing to do with teaching their children how togamble. She was upset for another reason.

“Youplay poker without me?”

“Baby,you know I love you, but you give away too much with your tells.”

Themost ironic thing about Alison being one of the biggest liars in Rosewood whenshe was a kid was the fact that now that she was grown, she couldn’t bluff forshit anymore, especially not when shewas pregnant and emotional.

“Thatshouldn’t matter.” Alison sulked. “We’re supposed to be in this marriagetogether. Through better or worse, through wins and losses…”

“Iwon two grand the last time I played without you.” Emily interrupted her.

“Shuttingup.” Alison nodded.

“So,girls, you want in on the action of the baby pool?” Emily smiled at her twins.

Theywere just as mischievous and devious as she and Alison had been when they wereyounger.

“Yeah.” They replied in sync.

“Idunno. What do you think, Alison?” Emily asked with a teasing smile on herface.

“Ithink I gave birth to two suckers and it’s mean to let them practically give ustheir money.” Alison joked. “But they’ve got to learn somehow. Better at homethan at the tracks.”

“Soyou’ll let us play?” Lily smiled in excitement.

Emilynodded.

“Thereare three polls going, but only two big ones. The first is whether it’s a boyor a girl. And the second is the day you think your mom is going to givebirth.”

“What’sthe third one?” Grace asked curiously.

Emilylooked at Alison in amusement. Alison glared at her, warning her not to tellthe girls.

“Howmany times your mother swears in the delivery room.”

“Ohhh,I definitely want in on that one. Ifit’s anything like her road rage, I could clean up with my winnings of thatone.” Lily smiled.

“You’regrounded until you’re thirty-five.” Alison scowled at her eldest daughter.

After a few seconds a smile spread across her face and the two of them laughed.

Lilystood up and walked over to her moms. She looked over Alison’s stomach as if itwas a difficult word problem that needed to be solved. She flipped her tonguein between her teeth and tried to decide. Ever the scientist, she was lookingfor any factor that could steer her in the right direction. Also, gambling withher sister was serious business. She hadto win.

“Whenyou were pregnant with us did your belly stick up or hang low?”

Alisonlooked at Emily, and though she couldn’t say what she was thinking, Emily pickedup on her train of thought,

She makes it sound like adick.

Thenagain, maybe that was the point. Maybe it was part of her scientific process.Or maybe her mommies just had filthy minds.

“Icarried mostly in the middle with you girls. I started showing pretty early,but then again there were two of you.”

“AuntHanna suggested that it’s going to be twins again.” Grace smirked.

“You’renot allowed to hang out with your Aunt Hanna anymore,” Alison said dryly.

Godhelp them if they ended up with another set of twins. They loved Lily andGrace, but they couldn’t do two babies again. Not on top of the surly kids theyalready had.

Lilytook her mom’s answer into account and then her face tightened inconcentration. She looked a lot like Emily when she was trying to mentally worksomething out.

“Whatkind of cravings did you get with us?” Lily glanced at their half-eaten dinneron the coffee table.

“Sweet.Always sweet. I ate entire box of chocolates on Halloween.” Then she’d promptlypuked. “I also had a thing for dill pickle chips.”

“Yeah,and always at like two in the morning.” Emily scoffed.

“Soyou’re the reason I love pickles.” Grace nodded.

“Werethere any smells that made you nauseous?” Lily asked.

“Coffee.”

“Sobasically you couldn’t hang out with Aunt Spencer at all.” Lily laughed.“Anything else?”

“Pineneedles.”

“Oh,yeah.” Emily nodded. “Christmas was hell for you.”

Alisonhad insisted on letting Emily decorate a real tree even though it made her sickto her stomach. She knew how much Emily loved Christmas.

“Wasthere anything…”

“ForGod’s sake, Lily, just bet already!” Grace exclaimed impatiently.

Lilylooked at Grace with a snooty expression.

“Ithink mom is right.” Lily looked at Emily. “I think it’s a boy.”

“Andhow did you scientifically concludethat?” Grace snorted.

“Simple.”She walked over to her sister and plopped down next to her with a smile. “Momis always right.”

Emilygrinned. Alison hit her for gloating.

“Well,I think it’s a girl.” Grace disagreed.

“Why?”

“Idon’t have to tell you my methods.”

“You’rejust saying it’s a girl because I think it’s a boy.”

“No,I’m agreeing with mom.” She pointed to Alison. “She said the other day that thebaby was bitching at her. Girls dothat.”

“Youcurse in front of our children?” Emily looked at Alison with a smile on herface. “And you give me crap for letting them play poker.”

“Ah ha! You do let them play!” Alison pointed an accusatory finger at Emily.

Emily reached over and pinched Alison’s side where shewas ticklish and she almost leaped off of the couch. Alison glared at her, butthen laughed. Grace and Lily glanced at one another and rolled their eyes,because their moms were like so totally ridiculously mushy.

They went back to trash talking one another over their video game whileEmily and Alison watched. They didn’t have much else to do but wait. Becausethe new game they were playing was a long game. They had another three weeksbefore they knew whether they were going to have a baby brother or a babysister.

#Pretty Little Liars #Emison #Emily Fields #Alison DiLaurentis #PLL #Emisom prompt

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JUNO STEEL AND THE DRAGON’S DEN (PART ONE)

SOUND: RAIN. TRAIN ARRIVES, CREAKS TO A STOP. DOOR CLANKS OPEN.

CONDUCTOR: Ah, good evening, Traveler. And welcome… to The Penumbra. Take your seat, please, take your seat.

MUSIC: STARTS.

SOUND: DOOR CLANKS SHUT.

The junction lies just ahead, Traveler. If you'll allow me just a moment.

SOUND: TRAIN WHISTLE.

(CHUCKLES) Well, next stop? Hyperion City.

SOUND: TRAIN MOVING.

The Proctor’s final words have haunted Detective Steel ever since she died on her devious riddle. “A place of heroes, as far as the stars but as close as the heart of every child.” And apparently, the home of Ramses O’Flaherty, in some way. But where is that home, you ask? Well, Detective Steel is just about to find out. It’s unfortunate that he didn’t do earlier – if he had, perhaps nobody would have had to die.

SOUND: TRAIN BRAKES. DOOR CLANKS OPEN, RAIN.

Our next stop: Juno Steel and the Dragon’s Den.

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

MUSIC: STARTS.

JUNO (NARRATOR): An election makes a lot of noise – and, after months of the rallies and speeches and the fights in the street, it’s nice to escape to the quiet of the Martian desert for a while. Because the history of politics in Hyperion City is loud: a bunch of corporations in a bidding war over the Mayor’s office, with enough money changing hands that it’s not a question of whether your candidate’s in some big corporation’s pocket, just – whether this pocket is cozier than the last one.

My name’s Juno Steel. I’m a private eye, and I never thought I’d be helping one of those corporations’ candidates win, but… Ramses O’Flaherty seems like the first politician in a century who might care about people more than profit margins.

And even if he is funded by Northstar Entertainment, a company that mostly sells kids’ movies and cheap T-shirts? Compared to his competition, Ramses sounds like a saint.

VOICE (FROM RADIO): In a move that analysts have been calling “inevitable,” Nadia Bellevue announced this morning that she will be dropping out of the Hyperion City mayoral race, citing poor polls and a drop in Armada Firearms and Fine Liquors’ stock price over the last fiscal quarter. That leaves only Ramses O’Flaherty and current mayor Pilot Pereyra on the ballot when the citizens of Hyperion vote just five weeks from today. Mayor Pereyra had this to say about their opponent:

PILOT PEREYRA (FROM RADIO): Ramses who? (LAUGHS) Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard of Ramses. And I mean, he seems like a good guy. You don’t get as far as he has, doing all that philanthropy, and kids’ movies, and whatever without having some good rub off on you. And I respect that, to a point.

RITA: Ooooooh, Mista Steel, are we there yet? I can’t wait another second!

JUNO: Shh! I’m tryin’ to listen!

MUSIC: ENDS.

PEREYRA: But the fact is that Hyperion’s a tough town, and it needs a firm hand. And all this junk I keep hearing about police reform, criminal rehabilitation? We don’t have time for that. In a city this covered in crime, we need the HCPD more than ever, and we need someone who knows what they’re doing more than ever. So, leave it to the Pilot, eh? I’ve gotten us this far, haven’t I?

RITA: Mista Steeeeel? Are we there yet? Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet—

PEREYRA (IN BACKGROUND): And let me tell you, guys like Ramses… they think they know everything.

JUNO: How the hell am I supposed to answer that? I don’t even know where we’re going!

PEREYRA (IN BACKGROUND): But as soon as it gets time to actually do something?

RITA: Oh come on, that riddle was so easy, boss! You gotta know!

PEREYRA (IN BACKGROUND): All that talk shows exactly what it was: just talk.

JUNO: Hey, driver? Just turn the damn radio off. My secretary’s decided she’s all the audio entertainment I need.

SOUND: RADIO CLICKS OFF.

Why did you come along, again? You have the day off, Rita.

RITA: And that’s why I came! You’d understand if you’d solved the riddle, boss. It’s so easy: “A place in the heart of every child”? You don’t have to be a detective to solve that.

JUNO: Brain’s full of about six hundred other mysteries, Rita. Who’s tryin’ to kill off Ramses O’Flaherty, for example. So just knock it off, and tell me where—

RITA: Nuh-uh-uh, no way, boss. I ain’t tellin’ you until you figure it out yourself– WHOAMYGOD WE’RE ALMOST THERE!

JUNO: Just tell me where we’re going!

RITA: I can’t take another second boss I feel like I’m gonna burst! Just figure it out already!

JUNO: Is that a gate?

RITA: C’mon, I’m gonna EXPLODE! Pleaeaeaeaease?

JUNO: “Northstar presents”– what the hell?

RITA: It’s Polaris Park boss! Oh gosh oh gosh I can’t wait! I’m so excited!!!

JUNO: Polaris… that Northstar amusement park?

RITA: Mista Steel, you gotta be kiddin’ me! Did someone kill all’a the magic inside’a you or somethin’?

JUNO: Yes.

RITA: Polaris Park! The Place That Fun Calls Home, TM! You gotta know about Polaris Park!

JUNO: I try not to pay too much attention to Northstar movies, Rita.

RITA: Act tough all you want, boss; they might be kids’ stories, but they got all kinds’a things for adults, like jokes, and deep themes, and sometimes advice, like how to kill an evil goat-wizard if you meet one and—

JUNO: Not kids’ stories. Just Northstar. (SIGHS) Let’s get this over with.

RITA: Boss? Is everything—

SOUND: CAR DOOR OPENS. CARNIVAL NOISES IN BACKGROUND.

(GASPS) We’re here we’re here we’re here we’re here!!

JUNO (NARRATOR): Polaris Park was, I’ll admit, a masterpiece. The greatest minds in the solar system had come together to build ‘The Place That Fun Calls Home, TM,’ and the faces of the people we passed said they’d succeeded. They were smiling, every one of them, kids clambering all over their parents with sticky fingers and… stickier voices.

It made my stomach turn. Places like this have always given me the creeps. What people forget is that manipulation is always manipulation, whether you’re being duped into a big debt or a big smile.

RITA: Oh, oh! There’s Orion’s Tower, they sell all kinds’a belts, Mista Steel – also insurance for some reason – and that ride is the Frozen Spinner, they make you put on real mittens before you get on and everything, and that’s—

JUNO (NARRATOR): We walked down the park’s main drag, surrounded on all sides by bright buildings and cartoon robots and foot-long ice cream bars. I was ready to go home by the fourth step in.

That wasn’t on the menu, though. Before we left the parking lot, our driver gave me an entry pass and a letter which said, in Ramses’ rushed handwriting: “Keep an eye out for Lorenzo Vega.”

Whoever the hell that was. Thanks a lot, O’Flaherty. Just tryin’ to save your life over here, no big deal, really.

RITA: I wanna go on a ride! No! I wanna have a hot dog! No! I wanna go on two rides, and have two hot dogs, just for me!

JUNO: Rita, we’re here to work.

RITA: Come ooooooooon, boss! What job could you possibly have to do here?

JUNO: That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Ramses gets a lot of his campaign funds from Northstar. If someone wanted to really hit him where it hurts, they could try to strike here… or dig up some dirt here, at least. Security Office might not be a bad place to start.

RITA: Well… if Ramses sent you here, that must mean security ain’t caught ‘em yet, whoever they are. We probably won’t find anything there.

JUNO: Not a bad point. Might be worth snooping around a little on our own first.

RITA: And while we’re at it, I was just thinkin’… a good place to snoop… might be… on… a ride?

JUNO: You’re really not gonna drop this, are you?

RITA: Never.

JUNO: Alright, alright. One ride. Then we get to work—

RITA: Got it Mista Steel okay thanks byeeeeeee!

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.

JUNO: Rita! …Lousy theme park. Lousy rides…

JUNO (NARRATOR): At the end of the street stood a mountain. A big, red, craggy thing with molten lava holograms flowing down its sides. It was the centerpiece of Polaris Park, and everyone on Mars knew what it was called.

RITA: Andromeda and the Dragon’s Peak.

Mista Steel, I’m gonna ride that ride six hundred times today.

JUNO: Good luck with that. Sign over here says it’s closed for repairs.

RITA: What over what says it’s WHAT?!

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me, it can’t be closed! Andromeda and the Dragon’s Peak is the whole reason to go to Polaris Park! It’s got everything, Mista Steel, music and big drops and real fast and everyone’s favorite chainmail warrior Andromeda and—

SOUND: CROWD SCREAMS.

JUNO: That’s coming from the Dragon’s Peak, isn’t it?

RITA: Y– yeah. But maybe, it– maybe it’s just some people havin’ fun, y’know? Screamin’ on the rollercoaster and—

SOUND: SEVERAL SETS OF RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

VOICE 1: Oh God, it’s horrible, it’s horrible! They’re all dead!

JUNO: Sounds real fun. Rita?

RITA: I’m comin’, boss!

JUNO (NARRATOR): I shoved us through the crowd, up the long line to the Dragon’s Peak, until it all stopped at a wall of security two guards thick. The park cops had big grins across their faces, but the smiles were all a little too uniform and a little too green to be real. Whatever they were keeping us from wasn’t gonna be pretty.

VOICE 2: I’m so sorry, sir, but you can’t come through here.

JUNO: Pretty sure I could if you’d get that club out of my gut.

RITA: Mista Steel…

VOICE 2: No, I mean, um… visitors do not have access—

JUNO: I work for your boss. Let me through.

VOICE 2: I’m… fairly certain that I work for my boss?

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

VOICE 3: Is there a problem over here?

VOICE 2: Uhhh… I… uhhhhh…

JUNO: No problem, I was just giving Officer Dental-Plan over here some orders from the top. Who are you?

VOICE 3: The top.

JUNO (NARRATOR): The woman in front of me was equal parts strong jaw, sharp eyes, and grit. Her badge said ‘Chief of Security,’ her eyes said that she didn’t have time for this, and her smile said that Northstar customer service training really was the best on Mars. The only times people smile that genuinely at me are right before they hit me.

But she didn’t. Instead she turned to her toadie and asked:

VOICE 3: Who is this guy and why isn’t he out of my park yet?

JUNO: Ramses O’Flaherty sent me. I have a hall pass, I promise.

SOUND: PAPER RUSTLING.

VOICE 3: Ramses?

(SIGHS) Of course he did. Let him through, Rick.

VOICE 2 (RICK): But—

VOICE 3: Did I ask?

RICK: Of… course not.

Have a fun-filled day.

JUNO: You don’t sound so happy to see us, Chief.

VOICE 3: Simple reason for that. I’m not.

My name’s Yasmin Swift. I’m chief of security here at Polaris Park.

JUNO: Juno Steel. And this is my secretary, Rita—

RITA: (HIGH-PITCHED GASPING)

JUNO: Who’s… maybe… deflating?

RITA: Why, hello there, Ms. Swift. I like coffee, and squid cream.

JUNO: Rita, what the hell—?

VOICE 3 (YASMIN SWIFT): Breakfast, huh? I’m more of a dinner gal myself.

RITA: (GIGGLING) Oh, Yasmin!

SWIFT: I’m sorry to rain on your day at the park, but, Ramses had pretty bad timing, sending you here this morning. We’ve had a little bit of an… accident. Come on, I’ll show you.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS.

RITA: (GIGGLING)

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

JUNO: …Rita? …What was that?

RITA: She’s preeeeeetty.

JUNO: (SIGHS) I don’t have time for this. I do not have time for this. Come on.

RITA: (GIGGLING)

SOUND: DOOR CLOSES. CARNIVAL NOISES FADE.

JUNO: (SNIFFS) The hell is that smell? I thought all the food carts were back on the main path, but… it smells like jerky or something in here.

SWIFT: Yeah, about that. If you’re at all squeamish, I’m gonna recommend you close your eyes now.

JUNO: Oh, no.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS.

RITA: OH MY GOSH, THOSE POOR PEOPLE GOT COOKED!

JUNO (NARRATOR): We found them in the loading area for the ride, sitting in a cart on a track facing a dark tunnel. The cart was looking nice and toasted around the edges, and inside it sat three charbroiled shapes that probably used to be people.

SWIFT: I’m guessing this isn’t how you expected to spend your day.

JUNO: I generally try to assume the worst, but somehow the galaxy keeps finding ways to surprise me.

RITA: Who are those people? We gotta help ‘em, don’t we?

SWIFT: That’s sweet, doll, but I think they’re a little past help. This was bound to happen one day. I’ve been saying that to Vega for years.

RITA: Oh, it’s just too horrible! Somebody hold me!

JUNO: Oof!

RITA: (MUTTERING) Not you, boss!

JUNO: Bound to happen, you said?

SWIFT: You know anything about this ride, Juno?

RITA: No, he doesn’t. Mista Steel said all the magic’s dead inside of him.

JUNO: Andromeda and the Dragon’s Peak is a roller coaster that tells a story about Chainmail Warrior Andromeda trying to find her way home through Lion Village, has to go through Draco’s mountain for some reason, almost gets roasted, doesn’t end up going home. Just like all her other stories.

RITA: Wha—? But you said– you didn’t know anything about it—

JUNO: I said I didn’t want to know anything about Northstar’s junk. But sometimes not wanting to listen to stuff just makes you listen harder. No offense, Swift.

SWIFT: Hey, to each their own. We don’t all have to enjoy the story, even if it is a modern classic and you’re a moron for not liking it. Want to take a guess where the barbecue went down? Because I have a theory or two.

JUNO: I’m guessing the part where Andromeda gets almost-roasted dropped a word.

SWIFT: The ride’s needed repairs for years, if you ask me. The carts on this thing barely outpace the fire by half a second. All it’d take is for one of the brakes to flip early and, boom. Instant fricassee.

JUNO: Why was anyone on it if the ride was closed, though?

SWIFT: One of the carts started acting up yesterday, so I shut the whole thing down this morning, sent the engineers in, and then… this happened. On their test ride, I’d guess. With a bunch of guests watching from the line, too.

RITA: There are people who get to test roller coasters for their jobs?! Lucky!

JUNO: Rita, are we even looking at the same crime scene right now?

SWIFT: Crime scene? Honestly, Juno, negligence is the only crime I’m seeing here. (SIGHS) Why don’t you take in the park for a little while and I’ll find you later? HQ’s gonna have me behind red tape for a long time. They didn’t like me shutting down the ride for a few hours this morning, and I doubt they’ll like closing it for good.

RITA: You’re closing the Dragon’s Peak?! You can’t do that! That’s the reason everyone comes to Polaris Park! And also I never got to ride it!

SWIFT: Security’s got to be my number one concern, doll. Should’ve shut this ride down years ago.

SOUND: MECHANICAL, RHYTHMIC NOISES.

VOICE 4: Over my soggy corpse, Yasmin.

JUNO (NARRATOR): There was a man walking toward us on two metal legs ending in rusty boots, and his nametag said “Doctor Lorenzo Vega, Head of Resmirks and Developgrins.” Despite the title, he looked like he hadn’t smiled in about a century: age and anger had carved deep enough wrinkles into his face that I could barely make out his eyes, but from what I could see they looked about as greasy and mean as the rest of him.

VOICE 4 (LORENZO VEGA): Yasmin. I see your attempted murder continues apace.

RITA: Murder?! Not my Yasmin!

SWIFT: He doesn’t mean the engineers, doll.

VEGA: I don’t. If anyone mourns my staff it will be their own fault for leaving someone behind to mourn them. Marriage, children, friends… the Northstar work ethic has rotted off the bone. No, it’s not my staff I’m concerned about. Sir, I’d like you to arrest this woman, for the attempted murder of Andromeda and the Dragon’s Peak.

JUNO: That’s, uh… He knows you can’t murder something that’s not alive, right?

VEGA: For all of Polaris Park, then.

JUNO: Yeah, also, not alive. You… a little confused, doctor?

VEGA: Perhaps not murder, in that case. But much is on the line here, detective. My life’s work, and probably someone else’s, somewhere, if you care about that kind of thing. This park won’t last a month without that ride.

SWIFT: Maybe so, doctor, but the park doesn’t stand much of a chance if its star attraction’s deep-frying guests, either.

VEGA: You’d best zip up your ego, Yasmin. Your ignorance is showing.

JUNO & RITA: (IN UNISON) Eww.

VEGA: The Dragon’s Peak could not have burned my engineers for one very simple reason: there is no fire on this ride.

SWIFT: I hope you’ll give Dr. Vega the benefit of the doubt here, Juno. This might not be very Northstar behavior he’s demonstrating, but he’s a good guy at heart. Probably. If you’re willing to dig down a few hundred meters.

VEGA: Attempting to turn them against me. It won’t work for two reasons, Yasmin. First: I am naturally charismatic, and second: Ramses sent these two for me.

JUNO: Ramse– what?

VEGA: I received the message earlier – direct orders that I’d receive a private investigator to do whatever I say for one full day. Ramses spoils me so. Now tell me: what is your name?

JUNO: You expect me to buy that Ramses gave me to you without even telling you my name?

VEGA: I don’t need you to buy it, detective. Only lease it. (CHUCKLES)

JUNO: What the hell are you even saying?

SWIFT: Look, do you have those orders on you, Vega?

VEGA: Of course not. Do you carry all of your mail everywhere you go?

RITA: I mean, it should all fit on your comms pretty easily—

JUNO: —yeah, Swift, he actually has a pretty good point.

RITA: Oh. Nevermind. Forgot who he was talkin’ to.

VEGA: These deaths cannot have been caused by a malfunction, because the Dragon’s Peak couldn’t burn a fly, and I should know: I built it. Sabotage, detective. This must be sabotage. And you are going to prove it.

JUNO: Sabotage… that’s a pretty serious claim. Should be worth looking into, Swift.

RITA: Really, boss?

SWIFT: Worth looking into? We’ll see about that. Hey, doctor? Can you prove the ride doesn’t generate real fire? Do you have the plans anywhere?

VEGA: Of course I do. And it’s written into the most reliable storage available to humankind.

RITA: Oh, I always wanted to see the plans to the ride! Might be some nice readin’ for bedtime or snacktime or—

VEGA: My cranial fluid.

RITA: Actually nevermind, not gonna take that anywhere near my bed or snacks.

VEGA: I have the plans memorized. In here, no prying eyes can see them.

SWIFT: Welcome to our argument for the past two years, Juno. I say this is a deathtrap; Vega says it isn’t. I try to close it down; Vega tattles to the managers of Polaris Park, they have a tantrum about ticket sales, and then the thing’s back on its rails again. This could’ve been avoided. It could’ve been avoided twenty times over.

JUNO: But, I mean… come on, doc. You can’t really expect us to just take your word for it, right?

VEGA: I can expect that, actually… but I’m beginning to suspect I’ll be disappointed if I do.

(GRUNTS) There’s one other place I stored the plans for the ride: in its brain. Follow me.

SOUND: MECHANICAL STEPS.

JUNO (NARRATOR): Vega led us over to a monitor on a stand overlooking the ride’s track. He flicked the monitor awake, tapped out a hundred-digit password in a second and a half, and we were in.

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEPS.

VEGA: The full ride is too complicated for any human mind other than my own to control it, so I designed it to handle all its own functions. Completely automated. The computer has uplinks throughout the track that my engineers can use to access and interact with all data gathered while the ride runs: power levels, terminal activation logs, security feeds of every room, roaming snack bar—

JUNO: Wait, wait, hang on. What? You have security footage for every room in this ride?

SWIFT: Yeah, doctor. This is the first I’m hearing of it, too.

VEGA: The security footage wouldn’t be very secure if I gave it out to every Tom, Dick, and Yasmin who asked for it.

SWIFT: I’m your Chief of Security!

VEGA: Then I’m sure I told you at some point. I don’t bother remembering details like that.

SWIFT: If I knew that, do you really think I’d have waited this long to shut down your stupid ride?

JUNO: Just bring up the footage already, doc. If you’re so sure the ride’s innocent, your video should prove it.

VEGA: (SIGHS)

SOUND: KEYBOARD CLICKING.

I’ll have you know that the last time someone ordered me around like that, they died.

RITA: You– killed someone?!

VEGA: Of course not. The two events were unrelated. It just means I have terrible associations with being told what to do that you should be sensitive to.

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEP.

What? The footage!

SWIFT: What is it now?

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEPS.

VEGA: The data! It’s– it’s disappearing!

JUNO: Disappearing?

SOUND: MORE BEEPS.

VEGA: Self-deleting! This is impossible! My baby! My giant, metal, highly-intelligent baby!

JUNO: How long has this been going on?

SOUND: KEYBOARD CLICKING.

VEGA: How should I know? I don’t check! If it’s flawless, there’s no point in checking, because there are no flaws to check for!

SWIFT: Well, what do you call this, then?

SOUND: BEEP.

RITA: It looks like it just ate another video.

SOUND: BEEP.

And that musta been dessert.

VEGA: It’s gone. The schematics, all the footage from the past ride, and assorted footage from the past week. Gone.

SWIFT: Deleted? And you didn’t even do anything?

VEGA: What do you think I was doing?

SWIFT: Deleting it, maybe. Covering your precious baby’s tracks.

VEGA: You—!

SOUND: KEYBOARD CLICKING. MACHINE POWERING DOWN.

JUNO: What are you doing now?

VEGA: Shutting down the ride.

There. Everything but the audio cues and lighting, off. And now, Detective Whoever-you-are, you’re going to go in there and figure out who’s harmed my creation. Who has attempted to murder Andromeda and the Dragon’s Peak!

RITA: He… is?

VEGA: Ramses gave orders that you are do to whatever I say, didn’t he?

JUNO: I don’t know. Did he?

SWIFT: Hang on, doctor. If you think I’m going to let anyone run an investigation in my park without my say-so—

VEGA: Then you go with him. Someone has to take care of my ride. I don’t care who.

JUNO (NARRATOR): I remembered that letter that Ramses’s driver had given me: “Keep an eye out for Lorenzo Vega.”

If Ramses was suspicious of Vega, this might be the only chance I had to figure out why. Especially if he was trying to push the blame onto someone else.

SWIFT: I’m sure Detective Steel has better things to do than—

JUNO: I’ll go along. Rita, you stay out here and enjoy the park.

RITA: Nuh-uh, boss! If you think I’m lettin’ you take a behind-the-scenes tour without me, you’ve got another thing comin’!

JUNO: Rita—

RITA: No buts!

Now come on, Yaaaaasmiiiiin. Do you wanna show me all the spookiest parts of the ride?

SWIFT: If… that’s what we’re doing, I guess I don’t mind doing it with you.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.

Y’know, you don’t have to hold my hand so tight, doll…

RITA: (GIGGLES) Yeah, I do.

SOUND: METAL STEPS.

VEGA: Just a minute before you go, detective.

JUNO: Yeah, yeah, you want me to keep an eye on her. I heard you the first time.

VEGA: It’s not that. What did she just call you? Detective Steel, was it?

JUNO: Juno Steel, private eye. Finding it kinda hard to believe Ramses didn’t tell you that.

VEGA: He did… it just didn’t sound familiar until I’d heard it.

JUNO: Y’don’t say.

VEGA: Steel… why does that sound familiar…?

JUNO: Uh… probably because you build your rides with it?

VEGA: No, no, that isn’t it. I was thinking about that name just this morning… but why?

JUNO: Okay, well, have fun figuring that out, doc. I’m gonna go get murdered by your ride now. Bye.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

VEGA: (DISTANT) Steel… hmmm… Juno Steel…

JUNO (NARRATOR): We walked along the tracks for a while because riding the cart seemed dangerous. After all, the last couple of people to do that were currently being scraped out of their seats with a spatula. After walking through the first tunnel, we found ourselves, weirdly, outside – in a big green plain, surrounded by stone huts and yawning lions lounging in the grass.

SOUND: DISTANT ROARS.

RITA: Oh my gosh, look at all this stuff! It’s gonna take forever to explore all this! Hold my hand, Yasmin, I’m worried I’m gonna get lost!

SWIFT: I’m already holding your hand.

SOUND: TRUMPET BLARING FROM SPEAKERS.

RITA: (GASPS) What was that?!

SWIFT: Just the ride going through its cycles. Vega said he left the audio on – he’ll take any chance to show off.

NARRATOR VOICE (OVER SPEAKERS): And so, after years of searching for a way back home to Polaris, Andromeda the Chainmail Warrior found herself in the Lion Village, where it was said a portal to her home opened once every thousand years.

SWIFT: If we want to get onto the main track without a cart, you’re going to need a retinal scan from a high-ranking employee. Just give me a second.

JUNO: Rita, what’s your read on Vega?

RITA: Huh? Oh, I ain’t barely read any of him, boss. I been a little distracted today. (GIGGLES)

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEPS.

JUNO: Yeah, I can tell. Come on, doesn’t it seem a little convenient to you?

RITA: Hmmm?

JUNO: Vega gets warned for years that someone’s gonna die on this ride; then, someone dies on this ride, and who does he send into the deathtrap but the people sent to watch him, and, the woman that’s been trying to shut him down for years? This is gonna be dangerous… whatever roasted those engineers could get us too, and with him at the controls, this one might not be an accident.

Rita, are you even listening?

RITA: I mean, yeah, it seems convenient, boss. But you’re the detective and this is my day off, so you figure it out, alright?

JUNO: (GROWLS)

SOUND: BEEP.

SWIFT: Alright, we’re in. Should be the last lock.

SOUND: MECHANICAL DOOR CREAKS OPEN.

NARRATOR: And so, after years of searching for a way back home to Polaris, Andromeda the Chainmail Warrior—

JUNO (NARRATOR): The door led us into one of the lion’s huts. The lion it belonged to was musclebound and gray-maned and sitting on his haunches next to everyone’s favorite chainmail warrior, Andromeda.

NARRATOR (IN BACKGROUND): —found herself in the Lion Village, where it was said a portal to her home opened once every thousand years.

RITA: (GASPS) Andromeda!

NARRATOR: “Andromeda!” said Leo, the lion-chief. “Our portal opens in one short hour, and then only for a few minutes. But if you want to use it, you will have to pay. On that peak lives the dragon, Draco, with all of his treasure. Bring me a treasure from Draco’s hoard, and you will have your way home!”

RITA: She’s real! I always knew she was real! Mom said, and Mista Steel said, and even I said sometimes – but I always knew, Andromeda was real, even when I knew that was impossible, and, and, and, and—

JUNO: Real, huh?

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BUZZING.

RITA: Oh. It’s a hologram. I knew that. Mostly.

SWIFT: Everything here’s a combination of robotics, practical effects, and holograms, doll. Here, touch Chief Leo if you want. A mechanical skeleton covered in real lion fur, grown in a real lab.

RITA: Wow, he’s so soft. Can we see him roar? And maybe pounce on Mista Steel?

SWIFT: You can’t turn on the robotics without turning on the carts, too: they run on the same power source.

JUNO: Sounds and lights on the same breaker? Robots and carts– this doesn’t exactly sound up to code.

RITA: I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, boss, that’s basically how I got the office hooked up.

SWIFT: I think being unsafe is part of the thrill for Vega. He’s good with holograms, but he doesn’t like them. He says they’re cheating. Anything safe is cheating with that guy.

Hope you’ve got hiking shoes on: this next part’s supposed to be the mountain, and the doctor went for authenticity.

SOUND: GATE CREAKS OPEN.

RITA: Ohh, it’s so dark and spooky in here – how do we know where to go?

SWIFT: I haven’t been on these tracks since my first trainings, but I’ve ridden it enough times to know the way. Just stick close to me, sweetheart, and you’ll be fine.

RITA: Hmmmmmmm.

NARRATOR: Andromeda said:

ANDROMEDA: You’re making a terrible mistake, Leo. Anger Draco, and all the lions will pay for it.

NARRATOR: But Chief Leo only laughed, and called her a fool. And so Andromeda climbed the mountain with a heavy heart.

JUNO: So what’s up with you and Vega, anyway? Hell of a feud the two of you got going on.

SWIFT: How do you mean?

JUNO: I know you’ve got safety reasons for wanting this tilt-a-whirl closed, but he seems to think it’s personal. Granted, he seems to think most things are personal, but still…

SWIFT: Just… different eras of Northstar butting heads. Call it a family squabble.

Vega’s old school – from back in the days when Northstar was just a little movie studio over in Hyperion City. Used to work on building fancy new cameras, now he works on ways to shoot people through a block of ice without hurting the ice. Back then, Northstar was cutthroat: scrappy little movie studio with scrappy little ideas. Great tech, great talent, but no investors. It meant everyone who worked there was… out for blood.

JUNO: And they had plenty of ways to get it, I hear.

SWIFT: Yeah, actually. How did you—

JUNO: —doesn’t matter. You said you’re different. What’s the new era of Northstar like?

RITA: Yeah, Yasmin! Tell us aaaaaall about you. Every teensy weensy little thing.

SWIFT: Either of you have any kids?

JUNO: Eugh.

RITA: No, but I’m… very suggestible.

SWIFT: Well, I do. A little lady, only five years old. Too young to remember the war. Too young to remember all the stuff humanity showed it could do to itself. And when I think about her growing up in a galaxy capable of all that… (SIGHS) Let me just put it this way: the old Northstar was all about making something great. But now? Most of us now… we just want to make something good. Something that the kids can look up to. Heroes that’ll risk it all for what actually matters… not some dumb new camera.

JUNO: You sound like Ramses now.

SWIFT: O’Flaherty might be an old-timer, but I always felt like he was one of us. (CHUCKLES) Call me a sap if you want, but… I think my Esta’s better off with Andromeda around. And I’d do anything for her.

RITA: That’s so beautiful and perfect.

SWIFT: Definitely makes getting up for work a little easier. It’s leaving her in the morning that’s the hard part.

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh, just be ready. Next part gets a little loud.

SOUND: DOOR SLIDES OPEN.

NARRATOR: Then, at long last, Andromeda arrived at the Dragon’s Peak!

SOUND: THUNDERCLAP, RAIN.

RITA: Ahh!! What was that?!

JUNO: It’s just the stupid ride.

SWIFT: The noise was, but… did either of you see that?

JUNO: See what?

SWIFT: In the lightning, that—

SOUND: THUNDER.

NARRATOR: Then, at long last—

SWIFT: There’s someone up by Draco’s lair!

NARRATOR (IN BACKGROUND): —Andromeda arrived—

JUNO: What? I don’t see anything—

RITA: Yasmin, save me!

NARRATOR (IN BACKGROUND): —at the Dragon’s Peak!

SWIFT: You two, keep up with me! If someone really is sabotaging my park, I’m not gonna let them get away with it!

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

JUNO: Swift! Swift!!

NARRATOR (IN BACKGROUND): Then, at long last—

SOUND: THUNDER.

NARRATOR (IN BACKGROUND): —Andromeda arrived at the Dragon’s Peak!

JUNO: Yeah, yeah, we get it! Come on, Rita, let’s go!

RITA: Okay, boss!

JUNO (NARRATOR): While we ran, I held onto Rita as best I could, but I couldn’t save her from her own clumsy feet…

RITA: Oh!

JUNO (NARRATOR): …or, uh, mine.

JUNO: Oof!

RITA: Get offa me, Mista Steel, get offa me! I wanted this day to go like this with someone but it sure ain’t you!

JUNO: Damn it, where did Swift go?

RITA: That’s what I said! She was followin’ the tracks, so hurry, boss, hurry!

JUNO & RITA: (PANTING)

JUNO (NARRATOR): So we ran up the rest of the way into the Dragon’s Peak. A set of big stone doors parted, and a set of big glowing eyes stared down at us.

SOUND: HEAVY SCRAPING.

NARRATOR: And there, in all his rage and glory, stood Draco, the mighty dragon!

RITA: OH NO OH NO! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME MISTA DRAGON DON’T KILL ME– oh hey would you look at that he listened.

JUNO: Huh. …He did.

SOUND: SLOW FOOTSTEPS.

RITA: Careful there, boss! You don’t know what that dragon might do! They’re tricky! Probably.

JUNO: They’re not real, Rita.

SOUND: ECHOEY CLANKS.

This is just another robot puppet, like the lion at the bottom of the hill. Deactivated like everything else. …It looks like the track hugs the wall for a while – come on. Swift can’t have gotten that far ahead yet.

SOUND: DEEP WHIRRING, MACHINE POWERING UP.

What the hell?

SOUND: METAL SQUEAKING.

MUSIC: STARTS.

RITA: M-m-mista Steel! The– the dragon, i-it’s—

JUNO: —moving, I can see that!

NARRATOR: Andromeda grabbed a sparkling crown as Draco unleashed its fiery breath!

SOUND: ROAR, FLAME CRACKLING.

RITA: Boss!! That’s SO much fire! And boy, is it hot!

JUNO: Step back! Hopefully that’ll be the last of—

JUNO & RITA: (YELP)

SOUND: ROAR.

RITA: Mista Steel! It’s coming closer!

JUNO: And faster than I’d like, too. Rita, there’s a control panel on the wall by the tracks. Do you think you could hack into it?

RITA: Okay, boss!

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEPS.

The password– I was watchin’ Dr. Vega’s hands when he was puttin’ the password in—

SOUND: ERROR BEEP.

Oh no, oh no!

JUNO: Rita, we’re running out of time, here!

RITA: It’s like a billion-digit password, boss, you’re gonna have to buy me some time!

JUNO (NARRATOR): So I did what I do best: I bought time.

SOUND: BLASTER SHOTS. METAL CREAKING.

RITA: Did it work?

JUNO: Made its head snap back a little, but it’s coming back. It’s getting kinda warm in here, Rita!

RITA: You think I can’t feel that?!

SOUND: BEEPING. ERROR BEEP.

Arrrggghhh!

JUNO (NARRATOR): The fire was close. We were backed up onto the tracks, now, and I swore I could feel the huge workings of the mechanical dragon rumbling in the walls and the floor.

Or… was that the dragon?

SOUND: SUCCESS BEEP.

RITA: There! I got us into the terminal, boss.

JUNO (NARRATOR): And suddenly it hit me. I put my hand into the fire…

SOUND: ROAR, FLAMES CRACKLING.

RITA: Now I just gotta– Mista Steel, what are you doin’?! It’s gonna roast you alive!

JUNO (NARRATOR): But it didn’t. I was fine – the fire was just hot air and holograms. The rumbling, though… that got bigger. And then, I remembered what was on the same circuit as the robots.

SOUND: WHEELS CLACKING ON TRACKS.

JUNO: The cart.

RITA: The what?

Hey, let go’a me, you– oooooaaahh!

SOUND: THUD.

JUNO: Oof!

RITA: Ah!

SOUND: CLACKING GROWS LOUDER. DULL CRASH, CLACKING STOPS.

MUSIC: ENDS.

NARRATOR: And there, in all his rage and glory, stood Draco, the mighty dragon!

SOUND: RAIN.

RITA: That rollercoaster cart… almost splattered us, boss!

JUNO: Yeah. It got real close, didn’t it.

SOUND: ROAR.

NARRATOR: Andromeda grabbed a sparkling crown as Draco unleashed its fiery breath!

SOUND: CLACKING STARTS AGAIN, FADES OUT.

RITA: And now– it’s… gone.

JUNO: Sticks around just long enough for you to think you’ll get roasted, but there’s never any real danger.

It’s not fire. Just like Vega said.

RITA: But… then how did those engineers get all burnt up?

JUNO: I don’t know.

Rita, didn’t Vega say the computer kept a log of whoever accessed it last?

RITA: I think so.

JUNO: Check the log, then. Hurry!

RITA: Okay, okay, I don’t see what the rush is. First, I just gotta deactivate the carts…

SOUND: ELECTRONIC BEEPS. POWERING DOWN NOISE.

There. Now I’ll check the logs…

SOUND: KEYBOARD CLICKING.

It… doesn’t say who used it, but… it says it was in the next room. D’you think it’s whoever Yasmin saw?!

JUNO (NARRATOR): Aaaaaaand that’s when I figured it out.

JUNO: Turn on the security footage for that room.

RITA: Mista Steel—

JUNO: Now, Rita!

RITA: Oh, alright, alright…

(GASPS) N– no… The one who activated the carts– was– Yasmin?!

JUNO (NARRATOR): Yasmin Swift. Security Chief of Polaris Park. The camera feed showed her inspecting the cart that failed to crush us, and I saw Draco’s controls up on the terminal in front of her. Vega was right. Swift had been briefed on the security footage before, and in fact, she knew how to use it better than he did. She proved that about two seconds later when she deactivated the camera we were watching her through.

SOUND: BEEP.

JUNO: What the…? Rita, bring it back!

SOUND: KEYBOARD CLICKING.

RITA: I’m tryin’, boss!

SOUND: BEEPS.

But… it’s just… deleted! Everything that camera’s recorded in the past twenty-four hours is gone!

JUNO: So we have no proof. Great.

SOUND: DOOR OPENS.

SWIFT: Oh…! You’re alright!

JUNO: You sound surprised.

SWIFT: Relieved is more like it. I’m glad you two are so hardy. Surviving what even our engineers couldn’t… I could’ve sworn you’d be charcoal briquettes by now.

RITA: Y-y-y– Yasmin…

MUSIC: STARTS.

SWIFT: What’s the matter, sweetheart? Aren’t you happy to see me?

JUNO (NARRATOR): If she knew we knew, she wasn’t saying a thing; and unfortunately, it was going to have to stay that way.

She knew this ride better than we did. If we let her run wild in here, I’m sure she’d know a hundred ways to roast us, crush us, and fun us straight into our graves. But we couldn’t take her into custody yet, either, because we didn’t have any evidence, and unless she slipped up right in front of us, we’d never get it.

So for now, the safest place was just where I didn’t want to be.

SWIFT: Did you see anyone come through here? I was chasing after someone, but they slipped away…

You two alright? You look a little pale.

JUNO: I’m ready to keep goin’ if you are.

RITA: What?!

JUNO: If you want to go back, Rita, I’ll bring you back first. But we still have a saboteur to catch. And I’m staying in here until I catch ‘em.

SWIFT: Like a dog with a bone, Juno. I like it. What do you say, doll? Coming with?

RITA: I– I…

Yeah. I’m n-not gonna leave you alone, Mista Steel. Not again.

SWIFT: Alright then. Let’s go, ladies.

JUNO (NARRATOR): Yasmin Swift had gotten me, with that strong jaw and that bright smile. It costs nearly twenty creds to get a bottle of water in this stupid theme park, but the smiles, they say, are always free.

Ma wouldn’t’ve agreed. Good old Sarah Steel always said that there was only one thing in life that came free – and that was death.

SWIFT: Keep your eyes peeled. We don’t want to let the murderer get away.

JUNO (NARRATOR): And from the look of things, the alternative was getting more expensive by the minute.

MUSIC: ENDS.

***

SOUND: TRAIN MOVING, MUSIC.

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SOUND: TRAIN STOPS, DOOR SLIDES OPEN, RAIN.

SARAH: …to be manipulative, but I don’t think that that is true. I think that she thinks Rita is very cute.

KATE: How—

SARAH: And—

KATE: —can you not?

SARAH: I don’t– I don’t know.

JOSHUA: You have to be around her all the time. [unintelligible mumbling – speak up, Joshua]

KATE: Alright.

JOSHUA: No that’s what we’ve seen! We’ve seen what overexposure to Rita does. That’s what this episode has shown us, more. It’s-it’s beginning– before and after. It’s ‘oh, that’s charming!’ and then, now ‘I can’t get rid of it.’

SARAH: No, but you couldn’t live without Rita.

JOSHUA: No, you couldn’t.

SARAH: You can’t. Rita’s one of a kind.

JOSHUA: Yeah. You can drown in too much water, though…

SOUND: DOOR SLIDES SHUT.

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This tale, Juno Steel and the Dragon’s Den, was told by the following people: Joshua Ilon as Juno Steel, Kate Jones as Rita, Sarah Gazdowicz as Yasmin Swift, Bob Mussett as Lorenzo Vega, Simon Moody as Mayor Pilot Pereyra, and M. Sutherland as the narrator.

On staff at The Penumbra: Kevin Vibert is our lead writer and recording engineer. Sophie Kaner is our director and sound designer. Grahame Turner is our script editor. Noah Simes is our production manager. Alice Chung is our designer and financial manager. Original music by Ryan Vibert. Promotional art by Mikaela Buckley.

The Penumbra is created and produced by Sophie Kaner and Kevin Vibert.

I'm afraid this is the end of the line for today, dear Traveler. We hope you will ride with The Penumbra again soon.

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

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yesyunniechan · 7 years ago

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i dont really understand why people bitching about kansai ben and the usage of words 'yer' in the movie. need i remind all of you ungrateful brat that yunnie and others translating, subbing all of those things for free? if you hate it, go translate yourself. dont bother yunnie please.

S-shh, ‘for free’ isn’t an argument, if people are disliking my work, I need to take it into consideration =)

After all, the work is for them.

Thank you for the protection, but we’ll probably make a poll or something to decide on kansaiben fate )

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Comfort - Stiles Stilinski

warnings: swearing, night terrors word count: 1536 requested by anon!

You rubbed your eyes as you knocked on the Stilinski’s front door, a long yawn passing through your lips. When you looked down to check your phone, it read 3:27 AM. Under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t be awake right now.

The door opened, a sweats wearing Noah standing on the other side of the doorway.

“Uh, hey, y/n” He said with a sad tone. “Sorry I had to wake you up so late, er, early? I don’t even know” You chuckled quietly and shook your head dismissively.

“It’s alright Sheriff” You said.

“Here, come with me I’ll show you what I was talking about” You nodded, and followed after him up the stairs. “I didn’t think he’d be this bad again, he hasn’t been since... well since the nogitsune” You cringed, shaking your head.

You walked the familiar path to Stiles’ room, and opened the door. Instantly you gasped a little, and rushed inside. Stiles was whimpering and struggling under the sheets his fists grasping at the blankets.

“Stiles” You murmured, kneeling onto the bed. “Stiles” You repeated, placing a hand on his cheek. His skin was hot, becoming damp with sweat. Your brows furrowed with sadness. “Stiles!” You yelled now, shaking him by his shoulders.

Stiles’ eyes shot open and he gasped, like he’d been forced underwater and just now came up for air.

“Hey, hey shh” You whispered soothingly. “It’s me” His eyes blinked a few times, adjusting to the room. “It’s me” You said again, your hands cupping his face.

“y/n? What’re you doing here?” He sat up on his elbows, and you looked back at his father in the doorway.

“You got it from here?” Noah asked. You nodded your head, and he smiled thankfully at you. “Sleep well you two” He said before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Stiles looked at you, confusion written all over his face.

“What’s going on?” He asked. You smiled sadly.

“You’ve been having nightmares again and didn’t tell me” You said. Stiles ducked his head down.

“I didn’t- I didn’t wanna bother you-” Your sigh cut him off from his weak excuse.

“Come on, lay down” You instructed. He did as told, and you climbed over him to the empty space next to him. “Now, come here” You motioned, and he listened again, laying his head on your stomach. Your hand began to comb through his hair, tousling the locks messily but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the feeling of you petting him far too much.

“Thank you for coming” He mumbled. “Did my dad call you?” You nodded.

“Yeah, told me it was an emergency, that you were having night terrors again and he couldn’t do anything to wake you up”

Stiles didn’t reply, just played with the soft hem of your sleep shorts. You tried to distract yourself from his fingers occasionally brushing over your upper leg.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmured, still massaging his head.

“Uh, yeah I guess, I guess I should” Stiles breathed out heavily. “Can I come up there now?”

“Yeah” You replied, and he shuffled to lay next to you properly, both of you staring at each other. For a moment, your breath was stuck in the back of your throat as you were staring into the honey gold color of his eyes.

“So um, it was... it was the Ghost Riders” You nodded, your hand raising to lightly run your fingers through the side of his hair. “I got to that uh... that train station where I was kept while I was.. well while I was with them” You frowned, not wanting to speak so he knew you were intently listening. “And um, um...” He paused for a long moment, looking anywhere but at you. Your hand slid from his hair and hooked under his chin.

“Hey” You murmured. “You’re safe here. It’s just me” You told him with a kind smile.

“Void was there” Stiles said quickly, like he was trying to rush it out before he changed his mind. “He was there, he- he was sitting with me on a bench he-”

“Sh” You moved closer, seeing the panic begin to rise in your friend’s eyes. “Stiles breathe... listen to me it’s not real, none of it’s real” You assured, your hands cupping his face again to keep his attention on you. “You’re safe-”

“No-” He began in a broken voice.

“You are” You restated. “You are” You shuffled closer again, your hands lying on his chest as you laid your head there. Stiles looked down at you, not having to think twice before wrapping both of his arms around you. Pulling you closer to him.

“But you were there” He mumbled, and put his face down into your hair. “You were there they took you and void took you and-”

You pulled back slightly, just your head so you could see him. In a slow movement you leaned forward, not breaking eye contact with him once as you pressed your lips to his softly. Both of your eyes still open, just a little. As if if you’d close them, the other would disappear. Wen your lips parted, Stiles still stared at you, neither saying a word.

Your lips quirked in a small smile, and you laid your head back down on his pillow. His eyes never left you.

“What Mieczyslaw” You said, not really phrased in a question. “Have you never been kissed before?” He blinked licking his lips shortly.

Then he unwrapped his arms from you, causing you to fall on your back, and he straddled over you. Your brows raised in surprise.

“And what’s this?” You asked, but where cut off with a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back, your hands curling around Stiles’ jaw, pulling him closer to you.

“It’s... me coping over my bad dreams” Stiles said, kissing down your jaw and towards your neck. You sighed in the pleasure of his plump lips against your skin.

But you pushed him off.

“No- no Stiles...” You breathed out heavily and he stared at you in surprise, regret settling into his thoughts. “I can’t... I don’t wanna be a coping mechanism-”

“Oh, no y/n that was a joke” He laughed halfheartedly, but you shook your head, closing your eyes.

“I know, I know it was but...” You took a deep breath, prepping yourself for what you had to say next. “I love you, okay?” You said, staring at him with the most serious expression. “I don’t want to just be a hot make out session booty call- whatever this is-”

Stiles leaned down, pressing is lips lightly against yours, the most bare amount of force put into it. His hand grazed your cheek as gently as possible.

“This? Isn’t that” He said, and you stared at him with wide eyes. “And don’t act like a victim I’ve loved you longer than you possibly could’ve loved me” Your mouth dropped open and your brows furrowed.

“Are you kidding me?” You pushed his shoulder. “I was stuck watching you throw yourself at Lydia and then Malia-”

“Yeah, only so I didn’t have to deal with my feelings for you!” You rolled your eyes. “And you’re one to talk, telling me you were all over Isaac before he moved away with Argent”

“Oh for fucks sake Stiles!” You said with a bitter laugh. “Ask Scott if you care so damn much, I’ve liked you since we were second graders! I didn’t ever like Isaac that was a cover up”

“Oh so Scott knew the whole time?” Stiles said exasperatedly. “And I’ve liked you since then too, so you still have no argument. You’ve only proven that you and Scott have been lying and hiding behind my back about this” You scoffed, looking him up and down.

“Because I was gonna come up and tell you that and risk our entire friendship. I’m not that ridiculous”

“The third day of second grade. You gave me your entire box of crayons cause Jackson flushed mine down the toilet”

“Oh yeah? Well I-” You shut your mouth. “Huh” You said. “It’s a tie I suppose”

“Great”

“Perfect”

“Stop arguing then”

“I’m not”

“Yes you are” Stiles bit back, and you burst into giggles, unable to keep it up. A wide grin curled his lips upwards. “You’re such a weirdo y/n”

“A weirdo who loves you enough to be here at four in the morning so you can sleep” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. Stiles smiled more softly down towards you.

“I love you too” He said quietly, and leaned down to press his lips against yours. He rolled back onto is side, moving you sideways as well without disconnecting your lips.

When you did part, Stiles pulled you close, and hugged you tightly. You nuzzled your head right back into the crook of his neck and yawned.

“If you have a nightmare and I don’t wake up, wake me up, okay?” He nodded shakily.

“Okay”

“Promise?”

“I promise” Stiles answered, rubbing your back in circles.

He didn’t wake up again until morning when you’d completely wrapped yourself around him.

hope i wrote it the way you wanted it!

polls are lookin good, not surprised to see stiles in the lead ;)

xoxo ~ jordie

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf scenario #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski scenario #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien x reader

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my-trashy-writing · 8 years ago

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Instead of hanging out with Yamaguchi, Tsukishima spends his time with random girls. Hinata, Yachi and Kageyama investigate.

Here goes the winner of the last poll. It was a really exciting poll since there were only two options and, even though the winner started with around 80% of votes, right now it has only 56%.

And if we're talking about the poll - it's the last one for some time. My writer's block is really severe this time. Apart from the one fic I'm posting I have only one TsukiYama finished and one almost finished Klance. And that's all. Sadly. I have a lot of ideas and around seven more fics started so I hope that by the time I run out of the two left there will be something more. I'd really love to continue with the regular schedule of posting.

Buy me some coffee?

SFW, TsukiYama Words: 1919 Also on ao3.

(Because of reasons - I’m posting this again.)

“Oh, it’s Tsukishima,” Hinata exclaimed and caught the ball. He, Kageyama and Yamaguchi were playing around with it during the lunch break. “With a beautiful girl,” he wrinkled his nose, following the pair with his eyes. “Reminds me a bit of Kiyoko-senpai.”

“Isn’t it a different one this time?” Kageyama commented.

“Eh? You’re paying attention to such stuff?” Hinata gaped at him. “You’re right, though. It’s a different one, last week it was a short girl with fluffy hair. Is he actually going out with all of them or just hanging around?”

“Hell if I know,” Kageyama shrugged. “Ask Yamaguchi,” both him and Hinata looked at Yamaguchi.

“Eh?” Yamaguchi flinched. “I… don’t know,” he said quietly, his head hanging low.

“You don’t know?” Kageyama echoed.

“Shh, shut up, Kageyama,” Hinata shushed him, noticing Yamaguchi’s shoulders tremble.

Some time ago, Hinata realised that something changed between Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. He decided to not come between the two of them, he was sure that they will deal with it themselves, just like they did during one of the training camps in the past. But now he understood that the situation was completely different. A lot of seemingly unrelated and not important details suddenly fell into place. And Hinata knew that the problem won’t disappear without any help from the outside.

“So, yeah, the thing is, that there’s something weird going on between Yamaguchi and Tsukishima,” Hinata said to Yachi and Kageyama, his face serious.

“Whatever,” Kageyama grumbled.

“Um… yes, they don’t really spend much time together anymore. I think that maybe even not at all?” Yachi sounded worried. “I mean, they ended up in different classes this year so it’s somehow understandable but…” she fell quiet.

“Yeah! This! And Tsukishima is constantly hanging out with girls! Even though he was always annoyed when girls tried to get close to him!”

“About that… I heard some girls talking about him and all I understood from their excitement about Tsukishima-kun is that the situation is somehow weird… He’s not exactly going out with any of them. Not officially. It’s just like… hanging around together for some time? He’s nice and all, you can even say that he’s going on dates with all the girls but… he’s still distant. He’s accepting anyone who comes and he doesn’t care if a girl stops hanging out with him. He’s not reaching out to them himself.”

“Asshole,” Kageyama butted in.

“Could you try to contribute more to the discussion, Kageyama-kun?” Hinata huffed at him.

“I don’t care about Tsukishima, really. As long as it doesn’t-” he suddenly fell quiet.

“What?” Hinata asked.

“Does all of this stuff has anything to do with Yamaguchi messing up during practice lately?” Kageyama answered with a question.

“Maybe?” Yachi hummed and Hinata nodded his head.

“I’m going to bash Tsukishima’s face in,” Kageyama got up and left to search for the blond. He found him on the rooftop, quietly listening to a chatter of some random girl.

“We need to talk,” Kageyama stood right in front of them and glared. It startled the girl and she left almost immediately, while Tsukishima only raised his brow.

“What?” he asked, though he didn’t sound interested.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what happened and I don’t really care. But it’s completely different case when it’s affecting the team.”

“Huh? What do you even want from me? Just like always, I don’t get what’s going on in your stupid head,” Tsukishima stood up and glared at Kageyama. They were staring each other down until Kageyama broke the silence:

“A long time ago, I’ve said to Hinata that Oikawa-san has even worse personality than yours. But now I see that I was wrong. You’re more of an asshole than him. Even while fooling around with girls - “ Kageyama didn’t notice how Tsukishima’s brow twitched at his words, “ - Oikawa-san didn’t forget about his childhood friend. And he always gives his all when it comes to volleyball.”

“What do you even know?” Tsukishima growled, taking a step towards Kageyama. “You don’t know a thing, since your head is filled with volleyball and nothing more,” if it was someone other than Kageyama, they would curl up in themselves, intimidated. There was a tense silence between them and then Tsukishima turned around, leaving Kageyama alone.

Hinata stormed out almost right after Kageyama. He was running around the whole school but he couldn’t find either Kageyama or Tsukishima. Before he caught a glimpse of the setter, it was already too late, their lunch break ended. Hinata decided to confront Tsukishima sometime later.

When Hinata noticed Tsukishima taking a break during practice, he slowly walked up to him and sat beside him.

“What do you want?” Tsukishima grumbled.

“Eh?” Hinata flinched. “Um… how it’s going?” he smiled but it seemed forced.

“Huh?”

“Well, aren’t you a ladies’ man now?” Hinata laughed quietly. “Even though you hated that?” he glared.

“Get off my case. First King, now you,” Tsukishima waved his hand as if Hinata was some annoying bug.

“I wouldn’t care if it was only about you! But it also concerns Yamaguchi!” Hinata got angry. “What the hell is with the two of you? Aren’t you friends? For the longest time I was wondering why Yamaguchi even bothered being friends with someone like you. When you were a complete asshole. And he was so worried about you during that training camp last year! When you were the only one dragging his feet!” Hinata raised his voice. “And now you’re ditching him for some random girls?!”

“Why all of you run your mouths even when you don’t know shit?” Tsukishima got up, looming over Hinata.

“Then maybe do tell, huh?!”

“I’m not obliged to.”

“What’s going on?” Yamaguchi appeared right beside them.

“Tsukishima is being an asshole,” Hinata grumbled.

“Yeah, he does that a lot. You should be used to this already, Hinata,” Yamaguchi chuckled, not looking at Tsukishima.

“But Yamaguchi…” Hinata whined.

“Don’t mind him and go back to practice, Kageyama was glaring in this direction for some time now,” Yamaguchi pushed Hinata lightly towards the court. He didn’t say anything to Tsukishima, he just briefly glanced at him and left him alone.

Yachi felt really troubled. She wanted to help her friends but she wasn’t sure how to approach them. She was observing Yamaguchi and Tsukishima closely during the practice. Just like she feared, they weren’t talking with each other at all. She wondered, dumbfounded, how no-one noticed this before. In the past, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were like a set, it was rare to see them apart.

Before the short confrontation between Tsukishima and Hinata, Yachi noticed something. She wasn’t sure yet, she thought that maybe she was reading too much into the situation, but Tsukishima’s reaction after Yamaguchi interrupted the fight, made her sure - even though Tsukishima was avoiding Yamaguchi, he still was observing him from afar. And the pained expression that flashed on his face when Yamaguchi turned his back on him without saying anything, made her gasp.

Yamaguchi wasn’t any different, actually. He also wasn’t approaching Tsukishima but he was constantly stealing glances at him. Yachi knew that both of them didn’t really want to be like this.

“Um, Tsukishima-kun…” Yachi started when the practice ended and she managed to catch him alone

“So now it’s you, Yachi-san?” Tsukishima sighed.

“I’m sorry for Kageyama-kun and Hinata-kun. They are too hot-headed. But it’s not like they didn’t mean well. We’re all worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry, Yachi-san,” Tsukishima cut her off sharply.

“I think that’s what you want to believe, Tsukishima-kun. You aren’t hanging around with girls because you want to, right? And you definitely aren’t having fun,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You’d rather spend time with Yamaguchi-kun.”

“I…” Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say. He might have been able to brush off Kageyama and Hinata but Yachi was a completely different case.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you distancing yourself from him? Even though you don’t want to?”

“It’s better for him like this,” Tsukishima finally said, his voice quiet.

“Better? I don’t understand how it's better. Especially that he doesn’t really seem to be happy about the whole matter. Have you talked about it with him? Or are you just deciding all by yourself what’s better for him? If you care about him then why? Tsukishima-kun...”

“I care too much,” Tsukishima whispered.

“Too much?” Yachi echoed, weighing the words on her tongue. There was a long moment of silence before Yachi finally gasped.

“Do you understand now?” Tsukishima asked. He sounded so helpless that Yachi had to fight the urge to pull him into a hug.

“You should tell him,” Yachi stated firmly, to which Tsukishima only shook his head. “No, you have to tell him. You can’t mess up more than you already did. And, no matter the result, you will feel better, I promise you. Yamaguchi-kun would be at peace too, at last knowing what’s going on.”

Tsukishima was beating himself about what he should do now. All he did before backfired. Everything went too far already and he was sure that there was no turning back. Reluctantly, he agreed with Yachi. He already destroyed the friendship that was between him and Yamaguchi, so a little love confession wouldn’t really make any difference.

Tsukishima was standing in front of the door to Yamaguchi’s place, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He rang the bell and waited, repeating different scenarios in his head. Tsukishima flinched when it was Yamaguchi who opened the door for him. The other stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded, and then slammed the door shut, without even saying anything.

“Yamaguchi!” Tsukishima tried to open the door.

“What do you want?” Yamaguchi shouted from the inside. “Go away.”

“I want to talk with you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“I have something to tell you!”

“I don’t want to hear that.”

“Yamaguchi, please,” Tsukishima leaned his forehead against the door. “I beg of you.”

There was a moment of silence before Yamaguchi slowly opened the door and let Tsukishima in without saying a word.

“Your mom?” Tsukishima asked, as they were awkwardly standing in the entrance.

“I’m alone at the moment,” Yamaguchi answered quietly, not looking at Tsukishima.

“Ah… that somehow makes it easier,” he took a deep breath. “Um, Yamaguchi I… I like you,” Tsukishima finally said, bracing for whatever was coming his way. And, just like he expected, Yamaguchi started to talk fast, his voice raised:

“What did I do to make you hate me? Wait, what did you say?” he fell quiet, snapping his eyes at Tsukishima.

“I like you,” Tsukishima repeated, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“Because you wouldn’t avoid me for such a long time if you liked me! You wouldn’t start going out with so many girls if you liked me! You wouldn’t make me feel like this!” Yamaguchi sounded bitter and his voice was breaking. Tsukishima felt so guilty that it was physically painful for him. Especially when he noticed tears in Yamaguchi’s eyes.

“I don’t hate you, I couldn’t ever hate you,” Tsukishima said quietly, not sure what to do.

“Then act like it!” Yamaguchi was glaring at him, desperately holding back tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I really am sorry,” Tsukishima moved fast to hug Yamaguchi tightly. “I never wanted to hurt you, I thought it would be better like this.”

“It wasn’t,” Yamaguchi sobbed quietly, leaning his forehead against Tsukishima’s shoulder.

“What should I do now?”

“Like me properly.”

#haikyuu #tsukkiyama #Tsukiyama #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #yachi hitoka #canon divergence #fanfiction #sfw #angst

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scrawlingskribbles · 8 years ago

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Poll Time!!

This time not deciding on character colors tho! [collective gasp from the audience] I know!! How genuinely shocking!!!!

Nope, this time I’m asking about candy. Specifically, what are the most common fruit candy flavors around out there today??

The real goal here is to narrow it down to the 4 most common fruity candy flavors for a Thing I’m doing. Not people’s personal ranking of favourites which is all any google searches are giving me. Right now (branching off of Blow Pop flavors cause that’s just about the only non-chocolate candy I consume these days) I have 6 main contenders:

Cherry Sour Apple Grape Watermelon Strawberry Blue Raspberry (which I know isn’t real/is apparently an American thing but SHH TO MY BRAIN IT’S IN THE TOP 6)

And if you think that a flavor I haven’t listed is more common, you can include that in your list! (For example my dad suggested lemon & banana which were flavors I personally wouldn’t really think to be that common, but again, that’s why I’m asking~!)

So, I wanna know what people on Tumblr who will actually see this & give me an answer think are the 4 most common flavors across fruity candy as a whole (I’m not saying the results won’t be skewed/biased; I just need SOMETHING other than my own limited brains to go off of lol)

(Also Anon is on if you want to answer that way~! :3)

So, what’ch’all think~?

#tbh I'm thinking the first 4 I listed as of now but I'd like more opinions~!!#Help A Sister Out Maybe? :'3c #long post kinda //#shut up McKinley

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my-trashy-writing · 8 years ago

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Instead of hanging out with Yamaguchi, Tsukishima spends his time with random girls. Hinata, Yachi and Kageyama investigate.

Here goes the winner of the last poll. It was a really exciting poll since there were only two options and, even though the winner started with around 80% of votes, right now it has only 56%.

Btw - I’ve made a ko-fi account so... Buy me a coffee?

There’s also Russian translation by @applemaple here.

SFW, TsukiYama Words: 1919 Also on ao3.

“Isn’t it a different one this time?” Kageyama commented.

“Hell if I know,” Kageyama shrugged. “Ask Yamaguchi,” both him and Hinata looked at Yamaguchi.

“Eh?” Yamaguchi flinched. “I… don’t know,” he said quietly, his head hanging low.

“You don’t know?” Kageyama echoed.

“Shh, shut up, Kageyama,” Hinata shushed him, noticing Yamaguchi’s shoulders tremble.

“So, yeah, the thing is, that there’s something weird going on between Yamaguchi and Tsukishima,” Hinata said to Yachi and Kageyama, his face serious.

“Whatever,” Kageyama grumbled.

“Yeah! This! And Tsukishima is constantly hanging out with girls! Even though he was always annoyed when girls tried to get close to him!”

“Asshole,” Kageyama butted in.

“Could you try to contribute more to the discussion, Kageyama-kun?” Hinata huffed at him.

“I don’t care about Tsukishima, really. As long as it doesn’t-” he suddenly fell quiet.

“What?” Hinata asked.

“Does all of this stuff has anything to do with Yamaguchi messing up during practice lately?” Kageyama answered with a question.

“Maybe?” Yachi hummed and Hinata nodded his head.

“I’m going to bash Tsukishima’s face in,” Kageyama got up and left to search for the blond. He found him on the rooftop, quietly listening to a chatter of some random girl.

“We need to talk,” Kageyama stood right in front of them and glared. It startled the girl and she left almost immediately, while Tsukishima only raised his brow.

“What?” he asked, though he didn’t sound interested.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what happened and I don’t really care. But it’s completely different case when it’s affecting the team.”

When Hinata noticed Tsukishima taking a break during practice, he slowly walked up to him and sat beside him.

“What do you want?” Tsukishima grumbled.

“Eh?” Hinata flinched. “Um… how it’s going?” he smiled but it seemed forced.

“Huh?”

“Well, aren’t you a ladies’ man now?” Hinata laughed quietly. “Even though you hated that?” he glared.

“Get off my case. First King, now you,” Tsukishima waved his hand as if Hinata was some annoying bug.

“Why all of you run your mouths even when you don’t know shit?” Tsukishima got up, looming over Hinata.

“Then maybe do tell, huh?!”

“I’m not obliged to.”

“What’s going on?” Yamaguchi appeared right beside them.

“Tsukishima is being an asshole,” Hinata grumbled.

“Yeah, he does that a lot. You should be used to this already, Hinata,” Yamaguchi chuckled, not looking at Tsukishima.

“But Yamaguchi…” Hinata whined.

Yamaguchi wasn’t any different, actually. He also wasn’t approaching Tsukishima but he was constantly stealing glances at him. Yachi knew that both of them didn’t really want to be like this.

“Um, Tsukishima-kun…” Yachi started when the practice ended and she managed to catch him alone

“So now it’s you, Yachi-san?” Tsukishima sighed.

“I’m sorry for Kageyama-kun and Hinata-kun. They are too hot-headed. But it’s not like they didn’t mean well. We’re all worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry, Yachi-san,” Tsukishima cut her off sharply.

“I…” Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say. He might have been able to brush off Kageyama and Hinata but Yachi was a completely different case.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you distancing yourself from him? Even though you don’t want to?”

“It’s better for him like this,” Tsukishima finally said, his voice quiet.

“I care too much,” Tsukishima whispered.

“Too much?” Yachi echoed, weighing the words on her tongue. There was a long moment of silence before Yachi finally gasped.

“Do you understand now?” Tsukishima asked. He sounded so helpless that Yachi had to fight the urge to pull him into a hug.

“Yamaguchi!” Tsukishima tried to open the door.

“What do you want?” Yamaguchi shouted from the inside. “Go away.”

“I want to talk with you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“I have something to tell you!”

“I don’t want to hear that.”

“Yamaguchi, please,” Tsukishima leaned his forehead against the door. “I beg of you.”

There was a moment of silence before Yamaguchi slowly opened the door and let Tsukishima in without saying a word.

“Your mom?” Tsukishima asked, as they were awkwardly standing in the entrance.

“I’m alone at the moment,” Yamaguchi answered quietly, not looking at Tsukishima.

“What did I do to make you hate me? Wait, what did you say?” he fell quiet, snapping his eyes at Tsukishima.

“I like you,” Tsukishima repeated, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I don’t hate you, I couldn’t ever hate you,” Tsukishima said quietly, not sure what to do.

“Then act like it!” Yamaguchi was glaring at him, desperately holding back tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I really am sorry,” Tsukishima moved fast to hug Yamaguchi tightly. “I never wanted to hurt you, I thought it would be better like this.”

“It wasn’t,” Yamaguchi sobbed quietly, leaning his forehead against Tsukishima’s shoulder.

“What should I do now?”

“Like me properly.”

#Haikyuu #tsukkiyama #Tsukiyama #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #yachi hitoka #canon divergence #fanfiction #sfw #angst

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