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ceilingfan5 · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @holdmecloser-gandydancer

tagging you, the person reading this and wishing someone tagged you, yes you, i mean it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

total? 73. TAZ? 37. oh man. palindrome

2. What's your total A03 word count? 703,033 baby ive been here for Ten Years

3. What fandoms do you write for?

recently taz. before that, aftg, haikyuu!! etc. but man it has been taz for a While

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

OF TAZ WORKS (all my top 5 are old old) 1. Sticker Stars (of course) 2. Run Away With Me 3. Rub This On Your Body 4.Little Shop of Horny and 5. Apply Directly to the Forehead (one of my first taz fics!!) all of those make sense as contenders but i am surprised revenge plus one is #8

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i................have to be honest..........................................i'm so...sorry............

[id: a screenshot of "Inbox (3402)" indicating no, no I do not]

(please understand this is from years and years and years and years)

i pretty much only reply if i am directly asked a question i have an answer to or it makes me cry in a good way....not because i'm an asshole or because i don't appreciate them!!!! comments mean truly so much to me!! i just don't know what to say besides thank you, so i usually write an emphatic thank you on each chapter and hope people know i mean it.... please don't think i don't care...please............. i care so much

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

we don't do that here

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

“But like,” words fall out of Taako’s mouth before he can stop them. “Live your life, dude, go a little nuts, feel like a whole person, give me $200, participate in the universe, get your back blown out on demand, fucking-” he laughs. “Have a collection, experience joy, buy a cat, get diagnosed with autism, fall in love-”

“What was that last part??”

if that (from revenge plus one) isn't a happy ending what is (i'm hoping the people who care enough to read a post like this have either read it already or are going to go. oh my god i have to read revenge plus one tonight)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no and if i did i would block and delete em, there's no time for that. fuck em. this is a joy pursuit (i would cry though. don't. what the hell. just close the tab like a normal person. someone MADE THAT.)

9. Do you write smut?

oh baby DO I

i do intend to write some more publishable stuff soon. most of my personal stuff has gotten Way Too Weird. but look out for some horny supervillain taakitz soon if thats your cup of hot chocolate with too many marshmallows in it 👀👀👀👀

10. Do you write crossovers?

sorry i am obsessed with one thing at a time.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hope not! if so i cast a billion death spiders on them. smooch. partake in the joyous act of baring your soul via dumbfucks yourself, coward

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

once, i think? im not sure they finished

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

absolutely, some of my best stuff was originally rp!!! i am so sorry @holdmecloser-gandydancer @noodyl-blasstal for not continuing some super exciting projects, my brain is electric soup and my life is a circus. someday. someday we will play again. i must believe

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

if you did not expect taakitz i have 29+ fics you should read

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

everything is possible until you give up. so who knows!!!!!!!!!!! it sure does help to know there are people that will still read things if and when they are ever finished though

16. What are your writing strengths?

VOICE! dialogue. fun

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

planning fucking ahead

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

caution necessary but i mean live your life, just be aware of the err of google translate

19. First fandom you wrote for?

on ao3? wtnv

before that? squints. maybe homestuck or............no it was shakespeare

man. fuck

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

revenge plus one, probably, i miss living in it

nothing says passion like 90k and baby's first adhd medication!!!!!!!!!

really though please go read it. if you have 90k worth of attention and time and interest

also hey? in general? if you read this far? keep writing. and enjoy it. self indulgence isn't just nice, it's what makes life worth living. make for you, and then the comments and appreciation are bonus. snare a few friends in your web and you're living, baby

keep reaching for the stars

#ask game #hi guys it's been a bit my life has been insane and my brain has been pudding with chunks

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l0rd-0f-c0ws · 1 year ago

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I traced the strings back to YOU, the missfire creator, and now I have two things to say.

1) THIS SHIP IS SO WONDERFUL EUGHHGFDHGFGFG OH MYGOD 3RD EYE OPENED. Thank you so much for throwing this rarepair in my radar.

2) Do you have any missfire/cesium headcanons?? I'd LOVE to hear some :3c

I FINALLY HAVE GOTTEN MY BRAIN TO WORK ENOUGH TO ANSWER THIS HI HI HI HELLO :) I am in fact no the creator tho that would be @soupsy-daisy who wrote This fic!! I just got VERY autistic about the pairing and was the first person to suggest a name for them (I am the cesium person idr who came up with missfire rn but its also v cute :) )

as for headcanons here are some !!! (Under the cut for those who don't want to see my rambles :) )

Miss Pauling has (somewhat) learned all the languages the Mercs know! this was a job requirement as she had to make sure they weren't keeping secrets, but she does enjoy it. Pyro CAN speak they just don't like taking off their mask nor do they like shouting for people to be able to hear them (legit i have a friend who tried playing dnd in one of those and half the time he had to yell so i could hear him right next to me), so they use sign and writing stuff down to communicate a lot. She was the first person to be able to understand pyro using ASL and she was the one to encourage the team to learn.

Pyro has cronic pain (mecore) and often has flare ups after battles pretty often, and it makes it hard for them to move and shit because Their Legs are being Taken by the Demons. They tend to just try and power through despite feeling like their muscles are attacking them and refuse to tell medic because they feel like they'll just be dismissed as dramatic. While the other mercs have noticed something is up with Pyro when they get back to base most days, no one pushes them to hard on it since theyre always quick to deny any oddities in their behavior, but Ms. P knows because well... its her job to know. She did get them to go to medic and get pain meds to help, as well as laying down with them when its gets to be too much. she also got them a cane not long after to help them out as well as some cute stickers and stuff to decorate it with :)

Pauling hates loud noises if she doesn't feel she has any control over them (Mecore again). like a gunshot? eh half the time shes the one firing the gun, and if she isn't then soon she will be. But things like people suddenly shouting when she didn't expect it, thunder and fireworks, stuff like that will just really mess her up. Pyro is pretty neutral on loud noises like that (tho they LOVE thunder and storms in general) so typically they'll go find her and just sit down and enjoy the silence together away from that

its actually pyros love of storms that helps her enjoy them herself. I have to draw out my idea for this since its a very spesific gay little moment but she basically over their time together begins to associate rain with them and without realizing it starts to get just as excited about rain too :)

I can post some more hcs later but a lot of the ones I had to stop myself from posting are gonna be kinda mentioned in some fics im working on rn >:) Gonna finish chapter 2 of safe with me tonight hopefully so stay tuned for that!!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #ms pauling #pyro #pyro tf2 #cesium #missfire #pyropauling #i love them dearly :)#my posts

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turboemmy · 1 year ago

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oh my god if you did electric dreams merch i am so there i absolutely love the stuff you made for 2001!!! holo stickers and sticker sheet both sound fun, i would personally love a keychain and lanyard too

>:-] hehehe, i already have the stickers in production and i have a charm design soon to be made too that im really excited for.. i might do more of like the key fob thing than a whole lanyard.. but we'll see!!! I usually use a full lanyard for my ID for work so im a lil torn.. but i think the lil keyfob with a charm would be soooo cute.. hard to decide 😳

#also unlikely to make it but id looove to do microfiber cloths too #if anyone who produces them has any good reccs of where to get some done i'd appreciate it !!!#because i love to clean my glasses hehe #moving soon though so it'll be a minute before i can get my shop set back up !!#AND WITH GETTING SET BACK UP id like to also work more on making rugs so maybe have a bit of small fluffy edgars for a shop update!?!?#one thing im dying to make is a big hal #😳 so ummm we will see how my confidence is #excited tho!!!!! sorry for the tag ramble LMAO

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i-am-the-doctor · 1 year ago

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RED TIDES A ROLLIN CHAPTER 1 //TW: Death, Grief, Alchohol, Drunkeness

CHAPTER 1

It was December 31st, 2041, ten years since the Spiker attacks. the sky was lit up by colorful fireworks in the distance, and the little town of New Arabi was quiet, the only noise were the sound of dogs barking, the far-away pops and bangs of the fireworks, and the whistling of the cold winter wind.

"Olivia? Are you in there, Oli?" Fredrick called as he gently knocked upon a petal pink door that was adorned with stickers of flowers, pictures of pop stars and little bunnies. He waited for a minute until he heard the click of the door opening, and behind the door stood a yound girl- no, a young woman, with platnium white hair in a pixie cut with colorful barrettes speckled across her hair, eyes as green as a granny smith apple or the greenest blade of grass, wearing a white button-up shirt and a loose black cardigan paired with a black pencil skirt and some white knee-high socks and black shoes, completed with a green teardrop necklace that Fredrick had given to her for her 13th birthday, an orange, white and pink kandi bracelet, and a pink and white cane that stabilized her balance instead of her bad knee, which she had greatly injured in an accident when she was 9. She looked at her father and smiled, to which Fredrick did the same thing.

"You look beautiful, Oli! Are you excited for that party at that venue?" He asked her as he pulled a sliver of hair off of her cardigan. Olivia smiled again and giggled, tapping her pink-painted fingernails against the handle of her cane.

"Oh, I sure am, Pa! but.. I'm kinda nervous. See, theres this.. Boy.. at school, and i've been wanting to ask him out for a while, and he's going to be at the party tonight, but im worried that he'll think i'm weird, or that he'll call me a freak because of my cane.." she stuttered, looking around the room briskly with her eyes darting from place to place. Fredrick sighed lightly, and tried to comfort his daughter by gently patting her on the back.

"Hey, I believe in you. Even if he does say no, at least you know you asked him instead of living the rest of your life asking yourself 'what if?', and if he does say something rude about your cane, then he doesn't deserve you anyway, because if theres one thing I know, its that true love doesn't care about canes or looks or anything like that." Fredrick tried to reassure her. Olivia nodded and looked down, shaking ever so slightly.

"I-Its just.. all the popular girls keep staring at me and talking about me because of it, and my hair, and my clothes, they think i'm a weirdo.." She whispered, choking back tears as she gripped her cane tighter.

"Oli, in all the ten years that i've called you my daughter, I can say with utmost certainty that you are not a weirdo. If anything, They're the weirdos for wanting to be like everyone else. I was the weird kid too back in my day! Yeah, i was the kid who sat in the back of the library on his little laptop laughing at memes with my best friend, your uncle Jonathan, and tinkering with robots and all kinds of gizmos and gadgets and doodads! You wouldn't believe how many stares i got from the jocks, and the teacher's pets, and the sporty girls- i hated it too! But i never let that get in my way- and look at me now! Your old man used to be one of america's leading men in science back in the 2020's!"

Olivia giggled.

"and think about it this way, You're 18 now, and soon, You'll be out of school and you probably won't see any of them ever again-- You'll be running that soap and candle shop you always wanted to run." Fredrick consoled as he looked into her eyes. Olivia smiled, and hugged her father tightly with both arms, using the tippy-toes of her bad foot to balance herself as Fredrick helped her keep balance. after around 3 minutes, Olivia pulled away, and Fredrick handed her cane to her before looking over to the clock on the wall, which read half past eleven o'clock.

"Oh, Olivia, Its eleven thirty! That party should be starting soon-- You'd best be getting over there!"

"Pa, don't you want to come? there's gonna be games and snacks and karaoke!" Olivia offered, to which Fredrick grinned and shook his head.

"Oh, thank you, Oli, but I'll be just fine! I'm just going to be drinking some whiskey and watching the ball drop on TV! Besides, I don't think your friends would want to see an old drunk scientist bumbling around rambling about robots the whole time!" Fredrick chuckled. Olivia snickered and playfully rolled her eyes.

"Alright, if you say so, Pa!" she giggled as she walked through the threshold of her door, fredrick holding the door for her. they then walked into the living room, where the door that led out of the Johanneson home lie.

"You have fun at that party now, Y'hear? don't worry about what those losers think!"

"Thank you, pa.." Olivia chirped as she got on her tippy-toes to give her father a familial peck on the cheek. she then proceeded to open the door into the cold winter night, and as she walked from the porch onto the sidewalk, Fredrick called out again.

"And No funny Buisness!" he shouted with a playful smile.

"No Funny Buisness here, Pa! Love you, I'll be back by one!" She called back before walking down the sidewalk. Fredrick then closed and locked the door, and made way to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, he pulled a liquor glass from the wooden cabinet above his head. It was a crystal clear, round glass from before the war, with a black picture of a barn and the words "Whiskey Co." stamped on the side. Of course, Whiskey Co. was not a real company, but the nostalgia that the glass carried about it that screamed 1996 could almost convince you it once was.

Fredrick then walked to another wooden cabinet that contained his liquors, and from the selection he had of wines, scotches, gins and vodkas, he chose a bottle of Peanut Butter Whiskey, with its dark amber substance encaged in its glass container, with an etching of a ram on the side of the bottle.

Fredrick then closed the cabinet, satisfied with the selection he had made, and went back into the living room to sit on his favorite chair, turning the television to channel 8, which was currently running commercials such as New Orleans club singers singing about lawyers, folks selling coffee and donuts, and other things. Fredrick, not paying attention to the senseless advertisements on his screen, unscrewed the cap from the bottle of whiskey, letting the scent of the dark liquid fill his senses before pouring a bit of it into his glass. He then took a sip before quickly turning away, trying his best to not spit it out and ruin the rug. He succeeded, However, and quickly swallowed.

"Agh, that isn't how i remember it tasting like.. oh well!" He mumbled to himself as the station returns to coverage of the ball dropping in New York. He took another sip, this time not minding the burning sensation that the whiskey created. as midnight drew closer, Fredrick drank more and more, the warm burning sensation in his throat and stomach growing with each sip, until eventually, he found himself becoming more tired and happy feeling. it felt as if he had just sat down, but the clock read 11:58, 2 minutes to midnight. he then began counting down until the final seconds of 2041.

3.. 2.. 1.

"H-Happy Neeew Year!!" Fredrick cheered as he took one last swig out of the bottle drunkenly, cheering for the bright new year to come for him and his daughter. not a minute later, fredrick's head began to feel swimmy as he began to see double from the unusual amount of alcohol he had drank in such a short amount of time. in fact, he found that he could not even get off of his chair, much less keep a grip on the bottle. it wouldn't be much time, before Fredrick had blacked out, dropping the bottle.

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After a while, Fredrick had finally reawakened. He slowly opened his eyes as to not blind himself with the television, noticing that the station had gone off of the air for the night. He looked down at his white tank top, which had been covered whiskey that had turned cold from the winter air, and groaned to himself in misery, noticing how dry his mouth was.

"ugh.. d@mn it..!" he moaned and groaned as he got out of his chair, immediately catching his balance on the armrest. His throat was so dry, it was a struggle to even speak. He walked to the bathroom while leaning on the wall for support, and as he entered the room and trudged to the sink, he looked into the mirror and was met by an older man in his early 40's, with hair as white as powder, pine green eyes, a pointy nose that slanted down just a little, a white goatee, and subtle frown lines and eye creases, wearing a whiskey-stained tank-top. He groaned in disgust at his apperance, stroking his beard as he stared into the eyes of his reflection.

"Ugh, Fredrick, you look like h3ll! what happened to you, boy..?" he growled before filling a cup full of water that came from a well. He drank it, beginning to feel better as the liquid coated his throat. He then poured water upon his face, which woke him up almost immediately. He then went into his bedroom, which was adorned with science awards given to him, CDs with punk music within, and photos from his days as a robotical scientist, standing among his fellow collegues, with light brown hair and goatee, and a smooth face. Not to mention photos of him with his parents and his two brothers and one sister. He smiled to himself as he looked upon the photos, and opened up his wooden closet to grab a clean tank top, taking off the dirty one and throwing it into the dirty clothes basket. After that, he pulled it over his head and stretched his back and arms. He looked over at the clock, and to his surprise, it was 2:12 in the morning. He was surprised that he was only out for that long, as horrible as he had felt upon waking up. then, he noticed that something did not feel right. the house felt emptier than usual...

Where was Olivia?

"Olivia? Oli, are you here?" He called out as he left his bedroom and turned the light off. he went silent, expecting to hear a response, but only silence was heard.

"...Olivia!" He called again, only to be met with the same silence. His heart began to beat faster as he made his way to her room, opening the door, anticipating seeing his daughter playing on her pink handheld console or writing in her diary, but she was not there. In fact, the room looked as if it had been untouched since she left. His heart dropped as he remembered that she said she would be back by one, she usually made it a point to be at places at the exact time she said, and this was very unusual for Olivia. He then ran into the living room to find that the television was showing a breaking news story. "Breaking News, at this hour?", Fredrick thought to himself until he noticed the anxiety of the anchorman as he read the script, then, the header caught his eye, and his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach.

"SPIKERS ATTACK WOODFORK VENUE NEW YEARS PARTY, 34 D3AD, 15 INJURED, 2 MISSING"

Fredrick then bolted for the telephone, his shaky hand slamming in the phone number- careless as to whether or not the buttons would break, while the other hand held the reciever with an iron grip that could possibly shatter the plastic if he was not careful.

"Pick up, pick up!" He cried as he heard the phone ringing, but the ringing was quickly cut short by the busy signal, as the venue's phonelines were being jammed with calls. He redialed, but the same 3-note oddity plaed over the speaker, sounding louder against the silence. He then attempted to redial once again before he saw the flashing of red and blue lights outside the window, and the knocking on the door a couple of seconds later. He opened the door slowly, to find two police officers wearing tattered uniforms that were covered in bl00d, most likely their own, and bandages.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fredrick Johanneson, Father of Olivia Johanneson?" one skinny cop with a bandaged eye and leg asked, holding his arm.

Fredrick nodded. "Yes, I'm him." He responded as he looked over into the officers' patrol car, hoping to see Olivia in the back, but the car was empty. he looked back at the officers, who said not a word. all that could be heard was the blowing of the frigid winter wind against his ears.

"Where is she? is she alright?" He asked. The skinny officer looked at the other officer, who was burly and had bloody bandages wrapped around his belly and forearms. they then both looked at Fredrick with a look of horror in their otherwise stone-cold faces, and the one-eyed officer spoke.

"When we arrived on scene, we found her slumped against the enterance with a giant gash in her chest and her cane through the door handles along with other people. the paramedics tried their best, but she lost too much blood in a short amount of time. I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson... Your daughter is dead."

Fredrick's blood ran cold, and his heart almost stopped. he clutched his chest in horror as reality set in, and within seconds he found himself fighting back terror, sorrow, and rage. he wanted to wring their necks so badly but he know it was no use, all that would do is get him arrested. it took all his strength to not lunge at the cops in front of him, but instead he barked:

"Well where is she?! Take me to her!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson, but she was found to be contaminated with spiker venom, and she was taken to the Carnagie Funeral Home in New Gonzales for decontamination." The burly cop responded gently, noticing the animalistic rage in Fredrick's eyes. Fredrick said nothing, but gripped one fist that was hidden out of sight until it was white.

"Mr. Johanneson, do you have any family you could stay with for support?" the bigger cop asked as he checked his surroundings and handed Fredrick Olivia's death certificate. Fredrick shook his head.

"No, not here. My family and older brother moved up to Gulfport after the war ended, and my younger brother and sister were in Moscow when the bombs dropped and I haven't heard from both of them since. Olivia was my only family." He responded, gritting his teeth.

"My condolences, sir. Do you have any friends that could stay with you?"

"....I have one best friend, Dr. Jonathan Min."

"Well do you think you could call them, ask him to come here?"

"Probably. He's most likely asleep, though." He growled as he went to the phone and dialed Jonathan's number. after 10 seconds of ringing, a man in his late 30's with a slight Korean Accent picked up.

"Min Residence."

"Hey, Jonathan. Its Fredrick."

"Oh H-Hey Fredrick! Whats going on? I just woke up to get some milk when you called!"

"Jon.. The Woodfork Venue was attacked by Spikers, and Olivia was one of the victims.." Fredrick choked as he tried to keep his eyes from pouring tears. you could hear the sound of the phone cord tapping the receiever rapidly from Jonathan shaking on the other end.

"Huh?! I-Is she okay?!" Johnathan asked with panic in his voice. Fredrick's then began to crack.

"No.. She's gone, Jonathan. Theres cops here and they won't leave until you come to the house."

Fredrick then heard nothing but silence on the other end, which was then inturrupted by the sound of the reciever hitting the floor, and distant swearing and yelling in Korean, Jonathan's first language. He then picked the reciever back up.

"Dear god... its all over the news! Its every station! 34?! ....Fredrick, I'm coming over. Don't go with those cops! they'll probably try to do something to you, like put you in a nuthouse- so stay where you are!"

"I wasn't planning on doing that, you know i don't like them any more than you do. I'll see you in a bit."

click.

"He's on his way. Now, If you'll excuse me, I need to clean up. Good day."

"Sir, we need to stay with you until-"

"I said good day." he snarled as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the floor. after 20 minutes or so, a dark brown car drove up into the drive way of the Johanneson Home, and out of the drivers seat came a skinny, rectangle-figured korean man in his late 30's, with messy jet black hair, coffee brown eyes, subtle dark circles under his eyes, thin blue round glasses, a thin periwinkle-blue turtleneck, golden brown slacks, and a pair of black shoes. He walked up to the house where the cops were standing outside talking.

"Are you Jonathan Min?" the one-eyed cop asked him.

"Yes, I'm Jonathan Min, Fredrick's Friend. He called me up here."

"Good. Well, we need to get back to the scene and notify other families. keep an eye out on Mr. Johanneson, will you? Olivia's funeral is scheduled for noon tomorrow."

"Of course i will, he's my friend!" Jonathan responded as he walked away. The cops then got back into their car and drove off, leaving Jonathan to open the door to find Fredrick sitting on his couch, head in his hands.

"Fredrick..? I'm here..." Jonathan uttered in a gentle, soft tone that was reminiscent of a feather brushing against skin. Fredrick said nothing, and instead waved, clearly still processing what happened. Jonathan sat next to him, willing to offer an ear or a shoulder to cry on-- after all, thats what friends do, they help their friends. He was there to let Fredrick let it all out, and by god, he was going to be there for his childhood friend, just as he was there for him in their younger days. some hours would go by where fredrick would say nothing, or sometimes he'd cry a waterfall, other times he cursed Russia and spikers, and spouting profanities while doing so, and eventually, they would be talking about their scientist days in the 2020's.

"I remember Project Prometheus like it was Yesterday. The fact that we made soldiers better, gave veterans their limbs and life back, and even found out how to preserve memories and consciousness in computers was amazing in and of itself!" Fredrick pondered with a wistful smile on his face.

"I remember how excited you were when the first subject was successful. Heh, you became a big household name within days, huh? you even got an award, and a cool little mug!"

"Yeah.. heh, sure did, Jon.. wait.. THATS IT!"

"Thats what?" Jonathan asked while tilting his head, startled at the sudden shift in Fredrick's mood.

"THATS It! We can bring her back with cybernetics and computers! all we need is the memory needles, cybernetic parts, computer parts, and other things! and where do we have those? The Lab in Baton Rouge!"

"Y-You mean the one we used to work at 20 years ago? Fredrick, didn't Baton Rouge get Cluster-bombed to hell and back? It should've been blown to smithereens!" Jonathan asked, both terrified and intrigued by Fredrick's macabre idea.

"Ahh, thats where you're wrong, Jon! It was actually built to double as a fallout shelter too, so it's resistant to blasts! at least, thats what the director said."

"Really? I didn't know that, and I worked there for about as long as you did!.. So what is your plan, anyway?"

"The plan is that tomorrow after Olivia's funeral, we'll go to your house and get your shovels and your big ice chest, i'll put it in my truck, and we retrieve her and drive all the way to baton rouge!"

"Alright, not going to lie, that is a pretty nice plan for being pulled out of the blue, but Fredrick, are you sure you want to do this? its going to be really grisly, and we'll be doing things that most normal wouldn't even think about doing.. like graverobbing. You'll be robbing your daughter's grave." Jonathan questioned.

"Yes, i'm very sure! I'm going to bring her back one way or another!" Fredrick nodded.

"Alright then.. its late, and they said that her funeral is at noon tomorrow.. Man, I hate those cops and their "Common Law" Bullcrap! We can't even plan our own folk's funerals on our own now! cops were never good, but dear lord, they weren't THIS bad!"

"Oh trust me, i do too.. I miss Pre-apocolypse America. suprising, i know... Well, I suppose i'll get a shower and change into something presentable for the funeral. I'll be right back." Fredrick said before heading to his bathroom to take a shower and change. To past the time, Jonathan picked up a book off of his coffee table titled "The History of Robot Dogs".

it would be 30 or so minutes before Fredrick returned, wearing a yellow dress-shirt and espresso brown slacks paired with a tie as red as blood and dark brown dress-shoes. Jonathan smiled at the choice of his attire, as nowdays it was discouraged to dress in black to a funeral because you could be confused for a spiker, especially at night, when spikers like to dig up graves to eat the remains.

"Hey, Nice outfit. Haven't seen you wear that shirt and tie since my Aunt Juno's wedding!" Jonathan chuckled.

"Thank you. I'm suprised it still fits me!" he responded with a grin as he dusted off his chest and stretched his back until it popped. He then looked out the window through the curtains, the sky still dark as pitch, only lit by the streetlamps and the moon up above. Jonathan, however, was still unsure of whether fredrick's grand plan was a good idea. While the thought of cybernetic ressurection was fascinating, he pondered if it would help them or lead them to ruin.

"Fredrick... before we carry out that plan, are you sure you want to do this? What if we get caught, or what if we make some mistake that ends up k1lling people? And wouldn't people wonder where we are?" He asked, trying to keep his inner fear hidden. Fredrick huffed, and turned towards him, nodding.

"Jonathan, I assure you that we will not get caught. Besides, we'll only get olivia from the graveyard, no one else. We'll also need subjects, and I know the Carnagie brothers in New Gonzales will help. they have to, they were our collegues!" He reasoned with a stern whisper. Jonathan nodded, accepting this strange answer out of his friend.

"Now, all we do is wait, and it will all fall into place."

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pokemoncreepypasta · 3 years ago

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Tarnished Gold

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Early this morning, I was browsing the emails I had gotten during the night; a few Facebook updates, a little spam, a newsletter, and an email from a sender with the name "NO MORE". The address was "Hope_abandoned". The subject? Tarnished Gold. I was intrigued.

I opened my email to find a wall of text starting simply with, "I hear you're in the market for creepy Pokémon things... Here's one for you. Enjoy."

And then, I began to read...

Being someone who isn't nearly as computer savvy as someone from this generation should be, I know very little about what technology is capable of. Aside from email, IM, and the occasional download of something otherwise unobtainable for me at the moment, I have about the same amount of knowledge an eighty-year-old might possess about the electronic world.

For example, and for the sake of this tale I'm about to recount, I was totally unaware that someone is capable of hacking Pokémon games to make their own sub-story of the world, even less so that it was possible to make a physical copy of the game in a real cartridge.

However, I happened to learn about this in one of the most disturbing ways possible.

When I was younger, Pokémon Gold was my very first game from the ever popular franchise. I became very attached to the little creatures and my character (named after myself even though the character was male) and often fantasized about the adventures we would go through had a preset storyline not been in place.

That isn't quite important, though.

What is important is the fact that I never truly let go of my childhood fantasies, the memories I had from that first game were far too cherished to set free. As such, I still have my old Gold game, complete with a total abuse of the copy glitch. I refuse to restart my game though, as I'm afraid too much of the old magic would be lost.

I wanted to play a whole new game of the version that I recall being the happiest with, but older cartridges are rather hard to find outside of the Internet nowadays. The most my local flea markets have are GBA games... hardly any being Pokémon.

Fortunately for me, my grandmother still fully supports my long-standing love for Pokémon and often buys boxes of cards, toys, video tapes and other items she comes across during her frequent visits to local auctions. Granted, very little of these things she gives me are in good condition; long forgotten items stowed away in a musty basement after the phase in their owner's life had passed hardly ever are. But, as gifts from a dear relative, I cherish them as if they were made of gold... pun not intended.

Most recently, she gave me a box with a brand new video tape containing episodes from early on in the first season, several hundred battered and well used cards, and a game cartridge with no label.

The cartridge was the familiar metallic gold color of the game I had been looking for. Even though the label had been removed, and a large red X drawn in sharpie in the place where the sticker should have been, I could easily tell what it was... What other game had that color? You can imagine my excitement for finally finding another copy! I hate ordering things online, so this was a rather big relief. I thanked her profusely and promised I would play it as soon as I got home, which I did.

Getting started was difficult, not because the game was faulty, but because I had sold my GBA to my little brother several years ago for some of his better Pokémon cards... Once something belongs to him, it's difficult to get him to lend it out to me. Such is sibling relations, I suppose.

After much bribery, I finally got my hands on my former GBA and quickly inserted the vandalized game.

Chills ran through my body as the opening "movie" for the game began to play, sending a wave of nostalgia crashing over me. It was good to see it again.

The game opened normally, the pixelated image of Ho-oh flying through the sky beneath the title presented itself before leading into the normal selection screen.

The person who owned the game before me still had the game on file, but I cared very little for what someone did before me. Considering the condition of their things, they must have been very young. I was bound to be met with a team full of Pikachu with ridiculous names.

I started a new game.

It was here that I realized something wasn't quite right with the game. The normal intro involving a Professor introducing you to the world of Pokémon didn't play out. Rather, it went more like this:

It started out with a black screen, which was quite familiar considering that’s how the Gold, Silver, and Crystal games begin. But, instead of the normal "What time is it?" dialogue, I was met with…

"………..……"

"… POKéMON are nothing more than tools."

"Use them, and throw them away."

"…….."

The black screen faded away, revealing an empty area at night.

It looked familiar... I vaguely remember it being a route in an earlier part of the game, but since I’ve been away from the game for so long, I couldn’t place it.

In the silence of this scene, the sprite of your rival, henceforth noted as Silver, walked in from the left. He moved a little slower than normal as if he were hesitant about something.

Once he had moved to the middle of the screen, he stopped and turned back to look at where he came from, turned towards where he was going, and turned back towards where he had come once again.

For a moment, he stood there simply staring towards the left side of the screen before a dialogue box popped up beneath him saying nothing more than, “…”.

After that, he turned back around yet again, only this time, he continued off to walk off screen.

The scene faded away to be replaced with Silver standing in the place where you first officially see him, just outside Professor Elm’s laboratory.

It was clearly in a slightly later part of the game than normal as the professor and his assistant exited the lab and went their separate ways.

The assistant seemed to leave the town, and Elm walked further downward off screen, which I assume that meant he left for his home and remained in town. The character of Gold was nowhere to be seen.

After that small scene, it stayed on Silver. I thought the game had frozen for a minute, but I finally realized I was able to move him. Honestly, I was a little excited. Silver was, and always has been, my favorite of the rivals, and it was an interesting thing to be able to play as him.

I moved him a little further downward to see if I was able to explore, but it stopped me each time I moved one step away from the front of the lab.

A dialogue box popped up that said, “I can’t leave yet…”, and it backed me up a step.

I moved back up to the place he had originally been standing and moved into the window. It worked much like a door as it allowed me to enter Professor Elm’s lab.

Aside from the regular equipment, bookshelves, computers, trashcans, tables, all that, the lab was empty; which was to be expected since the employees had left just a moment ago.

On the table was a single Pokéball.

Being without one at the moment, I walked over and took it.

A dialogue box popped up and said, "Obtained TOTODILE.", but no "item get" music played…

Apparently, stealing wasn’t condoned even by the game.

After pressing "A", it gave me the option of naming the Pokémon. I picked "yes", as I love naming these things.

As it took me to the naming screen, another dialogue box popped up, interrupting the naming process.

“Don’t name it! You’ll only get attached.”

“Don’t love it, use it.”

It was clearly the "voice" of the same person who spoke in the very beginning… I found it odd…

The naming screen faded away, leaving me in the empty lab.

I quickly tried to leave through the front door, but was stopped by Silver saying, “Not through there…”

Again, he backed up and I exited through the window I had come in from.

As if things weren’t strange enough as they were, when I left New Bark Town to begin the adventure and stepped into the grass, it was nearly impossible to get a random battle to start.

Normally, I go out of my way to avoid them later on in the game, but during the beginning, it was something I enjoyed to get my Pokémon to level up… Being unable to find something to fight was a little frustrating.

After several minutes of walking back and forth in patches of grass, I finally encountered a Pokémon. A Sentret, nothing out of the ordinary.

But when I sent out my Totodile and chose the only presently useful move he had, Scratch, the Pokémon fled.

I was rather confused. Wild Pokémon never ran away so early in the game.

After a few more tries, all with the same outcome, I continued on to Cherrygrove.

Just before I entered the city, I recognized the small area as the one Silver had walked through in the beginning.

After entering the city, I bumped into Gold, who wordlessly challenged me to a battle.

His Pokémon, a Cyndaquil, was already a slightly higher level than mine. I was still stuck at level five, while he was already at level seven.

And, even though I had the type advantage, he beat me.

Before whiting out, his sprite switched out with the Cyndaquil’s… He looked disappointed.

After exiting the Cherrygrove Pokémon Center, (I hadn’t used it prior, but it was apparently the only option I had), I walked back to the place he had challenged me only to find I was unable to battle him at this point again.

The game was getting a little annoying by now. I had no money, Pokégear, or Pokédex, and I was unable to battle wild Pokémon.

Fortunately, once I entered Route 30 onward, there were other Pokémon trainers in which I could battle and easily beat…

Though none of them seemed eager to speak to me after I had won.

By the time I entered Violet City, my Pokémon's level was still too low to take on the gym leader.

But with the money I had won from the trainers I fought before, I was at least able to buy some potions, so I felt I was set.

The lesser trainers of the gym were easy enough.

I was only forced to use two of my previously purchased potions and I leveled up once.

Though, as I took on the gym leader, he proved to me too much and I lost yet again.

Upon winning, he did the very same thing Gold had done…and he looked disappointed as well.

When the battle ended, I didn’t white out, rather I had to endure a lecture about treating Pokémon correctly from the leader.

Once he finished speaking, I received a one-worded option: "Steal?"

I chose the only option given to me, "Yes".

Silver backed up one step and slammed into the gym leader, kicking him backwards.

Another dialogue box popped up telling me that I had stolen the gym badge, TM31, and $500.

After that, I whited out.

This is how it continued on for the remainder of the game.

While I was able to defeat lesser trainers on the paths to cities and in the gyms, I constantly lost to the leader and was forced to steal their badges.

The "steal" option also worked on people who would normally give you items in the game.

This is how I was able to obtain key items such as the Itemfinder, the bicycle, the water pail, HMs, and many more…

They refused to give me anything otherwise.

Anyone I spoke to either refused to talk, greeting me only with “…”, or lectured me a little on how to properly treat Pokémon…

It was beginning to get that way with Nurse Joy as well. By the time I had progressed to Goldenrod City, she’d scold me anytime I whited out.

Pokémon continued to avoid me as well. If I wanted to better my team, I had to hope that the Pokéballs I used worked the first time.

What was stranger about random battles is that, even if I locked the Pokémon in battle with Mean Look, the Pokémon passed out. Literally.

After my first attack of Mean Look, (if I got to the first attack that is, sometimes the Pokémon had a higher speed than mine), before I was able to choose another, the Pokémon would faint on its own.

The dialogue box proclaimed, “[POKEMON] forced itself to pass out!” and the battle ended.

The only thing that seemed to go normally for me was the battles with Team Rocket. I always won against them and they always treated me like a punk kid getting in their way.

The rest of the game up until a certain point isn’t entirely important. Aside from win, lose, and steal, everything was more or less normal.

While my Pokémon matured slowly due to frequent losses, they did grow to like me a little as I began giving them haircuts and other little things to boost our bond.

The last I checked, the person who rated their happiness, (one of the very few people who spoke to me normally), said “It’s quite cute.”

I know you must be thinking that this isn’t disturbing at all, and that I should just accept the fact that this is simply a hack made to tell Silver’s side of the story… Well, I did and it was, but I’m not quite finished yet.

Continuing the process of win, lose, and steal, I had finally made it to Kanto and ventured into Viridian City. The second I stepped foot into the city, the music cut off. I thought for certain that this was simply a glitch in the programming, that I was now to walk through a soundless game. But as I stood there for a moment, a very faint noise picked up and faded away.

I was now sure that the music had messed up, like it was trying to play, but couldn’t. But as I stepped back into the route I had just come from, the music picked up perfectly…it was only Viridian City that was silent.

I was now curious, so I stepped back into the silent city and began to explore.

There wasn’t a person in sight… No one out in the open, no one in the houses, not even anyone in the Pokémart or Pokémon Center.

The city was entirely empty… just the silence and the occasional soft noise which I still hadn’t identified.

As I walked towards the gym, the sound grew a little louder. I figured the noise was coming from the inside, so I entered.

There was no one there either, but that was to be expected. The gym was always empty until much later.

The noise didn’t play in here, but it was still dead silent.

I walked up to where the gym leader normally stood and, as I walked past the spot and into the brink wall, (I do that sometimes, I like the noise), I was transported to another room… The wall had hidden a set of stairs.

This place was silent as well…but the noise began to play yet again. It was much louder this time. Just a bunch of random, high-pitched noises…but it sounded like screams.

By this time, as you could well imagine, my heart was pounding…I don’t take screaming, or things that sound like screaming, very well due to an unfortunate experience with a very graphic haunted house when I was three years old… but I digress.

Regardless of my pounding heart and shaking hands, I explored the room…which was tinted in a muted red much like everything was in Pokémon Red.

The room followed a sideways zigzag pattern and the “screams'' came at random, some short, some long and drawn out… It sounded as if someone was being tortured.

As I continued down the zigzagging hallways, I came across several disturbing images; sprites of NPCs without their heads, as well as heads without bodies.

Anytime I tried to examine the bodies, Silver simply said, “Don’t look…”

The bodies and heads became more frequent as I went on, clogging up the hallways and leaving only a small path for me to follow… and the screaming became more frequent.

The screen began to flicker as I walked, just like it would if one of my Pokémon was poisoned…but none of them were.

Just in case, I checked the status of my party.

None of them were poisoned, but their health was going down.

In an attempt to heal them, I picked a super potion out of my bag and used it on my Feraligatr.

A dialogue box popped up and said, “It won’t have any effect.”

Now I was disturbed, I knew none of this was supposed to happen. Regardless, I continued on, hoping that if they all fainted from this, I’d be taken back to a Pokémon Center and things would return to normal.

… It was stupid of me to assume that…

I continued along the morbid path, the screen flickering in and out. Finally, Silver stopped as the dialogue box popped up telling me that all my Pokémon had fainted…

But it didn’t say what I had hoped…

It said "ALL DEAD."

By now, I was ready to cry, but I couldn’t stop myself from trying to get to the end of this disturbing experience…

If I didn’t do this now, I’d just be tempted to try it again some other time…

Finally, I reached the center room, which was now tinted a deep red… I assumed this was to simulate the fact that the room was filled with blood. However, there were only a few bodies scattered around it.

In the center, there were a few live figures, a man, a Pokémon, Gold, and another Pokémon I could only assume was his Typhlosion.

Gold’s Typhlosion attacked the man’s Pokémon, but it was quickly struck down, with its sprite first turning red, then grey, then disappearing… The man’s Pokémon had killed it.

Silver’s sprite stepped forward on its own and the man finally acknowledged he was there.

“GIOVANNI: Ah, son, you’ve made it.”

“Come to see your rival’s demise, have you?”

This caused Gold to turn around to look at Silver.

The only thing he said was “…”

Silver continued to move on his own. He approached the man and kicked him backwards…which obviously enraged Giovanni.

“GIOVANNI: You’re going to help him?”

“HA! You’ve become just as weak as the others!”

“If he seems worth saving to you…”

“Perhaps I should show you that there’s no sense in getting attached!”

“MEWTWO, take care of him!”

Mewtwo obeyed its creator’s command and approached Gold.

I’m still uncertain of what it actually did, but it struck Gold, causing a scream much louder than before as the sprite of Silver’s rival lost its head and faded to deep red to grey.

“GIOVANNI: I told you long ago, SILVER, POKéMON are nothing more than tools! People are, as well.”

“Use them and throw them away once they've served your purpose.”

“MEWTWO, kill him!”

The Mewtwo didn’t obey this time; Giovanni’s words must have angered it. It turned to him and actually spoke.

MEWTWO: …You’re no longer useful…

It struck Giovanni just as it had done Gold and Typhlosion, but the scream Giovanni produced was much longer than any other I had heard…Mewtwo was torturing him.

Finally, the scream faded away into nothingness and Giovanni’s sprite did just as Gold’s did… leaving only Silver and Mewtwo alive in the room. As Mewtwo turned to face me, I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

MEWTWO: …Not useful…

It struck me, initiating a battle in which I was totally unable to participate.

My sprite was in the place of any Pokémon.

My health was full, but I knew it wouldn’t help.

I chose to run, but I couldn’t…

I chose to attack, but I had nothing to use…

I just had to stand there as Mewtwo used Psychic on Silver’s defenseless image.

Even with the sound turned to a low level, the “scream” coming from Silver was disturbingly loud.

Even as the battle screen faded away, the scream lingered until Silver’s sprite turned from red to grey, which I now assume symbolizes the coldness of death…

Silver, along with Gold and everyone else who had been unfortunate enough to wander into this place from Viridian, was now dead.

The screen faded to black, all except for Mewtwo’s sprite, which remained in the center of the screen.

My paranoid mind immediately made me think it was somehow going to turn on me next, but the words "THE END" simply faded in just underneath it and the screen cut to black, taking me back to the opening sequence.

I’m still unsure why this was made, why someone just shoved it into a box to sell, and why I happened to find it… But I can assure you that I’m swearing off all randomly found games… Either it’s new, or I’ll never risk touching it again.

The game I just described has slipped out of my possession since that first playthrough…

I have no idea where it is, but I hope it’s rotting in a dump somewhere.

#pokepasta #pokemon creepypasta #Tarnished Gold #trainer silver

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sugakuns · 4 years ago

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[ʜᴄ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

being childhood friends with kenma, akaashi & iwa + telling each other they’d be married when they were younger

ᴀ/ɴ: gender neautral pronouns

— kozume k.

you’ve known kenma basically since the day you were born

both you and his family lived in the apartment building and you happened to live next door to each other which was both a blessing and a curse

since kenma was quite shy he had never really iniciated any conversation or play with you so you overcame your own shyness to play with him

mostly the two of you would play with dolls or go out in the local park but as soon as kenma got his first gaming device he would never go outside

even when the new kid kuroo came along it took him a while to warm up and try to play with you and kenma

kuroo noticed how throughout primary school you seemed closer to the quiet boy

you’d hang off of his shoulder and call him cute names like “kenma-san” or “kenken”

so one day kuroo gave you the idea to propose to little kenma

yes, at 7 years of age kuroo told you to ask 6 year old kenma to marry you

so you did

with little plastic rings from a magazine your mother had bought you

“kenken, im giving you this ring because it means we’re married, okay?” kenma nods and takes the ring, even going as far as slipping it on his ring finger

“Kenken!” Your voice bellows throughout the gym, hands extending out as you throw yourself into a frankly violent hug. Kenma stumbles a little, hands grasping your waist as he trieds to stablilise himself from the running hug. His hair tousles from the impact, the stray strands brushing along your cheeks as you pull away.

“You’ll never guess what I found!” Your smile is large, beaming under the fluorescent lights belonging to the gym ceiling. Kenma states curiously, his expression close to one of a curious kitten. Practice had just ended and currently Kenma and Kuroo were the only ones there due to waiting on you.

Your fingers swiftly dance along your screen as you locate the picture you had taken of your family’s photo album. There was one particular picture of both you and the now faux blonde, both smiling (albeit kenma’s looked a little forced) and showing off the plastic rings you had won in a vending machine the day prior.

“Remember? I forgot we’re married!” You giggle as Kenma stares at the picture on your phone. He hadn’t forgotten that day - yet he hoped you would - the day his childhood crush told him that they were getting married. He hadn’t put much thought into you remembering what happened on that day but when he thinks about it he feels a warm, blooming senestaion fill his chest.

“You’re married?” Kuroo chuckles as he swings the keys around his index finger in an attempt to look suave. You nod quickly whereas Kenma blinks coyly at the taller male. Kuroo can feel the chuckle bubbling up from his chest into his throat yet he catches it last moment at the sharp state he’s getting from his friend.

“Yeah..We’ll get really rings later” Kenma muses, a lazily sweet smile resting on his lips.

— iwaizumi h.

so you actually knew oikawa before iwa,, so he was the sole reason you even met hajime

iwa was actually a little jealous of oikawa since the two of you were closer and he developed a puppy crush on you 🥺

the two of you were around 8 and iwa still held the crush he had since he was 5 - yes he didn’t give it away surprisingly (since he was a child)

so one day, when the both of you were playing and oikawa had planted a kiss on your head cuz he was feeling all confident iwa got jealous

“me and [y/n] are married stupidkawa!! you can’t do that!”

you just went along with it and told oikawa he had cooties LMAO

“Oh my god, you will not believe what I just remembered” Oikawa exclaims, hands clutching at his alien themed pillow. The three of you usually had sleepovers, even at your older age, and Oikawa usually hosted them since his house was bigger.

The three of you were perched on his bed dressed in your pajamas. You and Iwa were leaning against his beds headboard and Oikawa was laying further down the bed, leaning against the wall beside his bed.

“Your brain works?” You tease, chucking lightly as Oikawa dismissively sticks his tongue out at you. Iwa sniggers at your fast witted comment, even going as far to ruffle your hair.

“Yes.” Oikawa deadpans “But, seriously, remember when we were kids and Iwa-chan got jealous because I-I kissed you and he said- he said you two were married!” Oikawa howls with laughter at his own words, barely able to even spew the sentence before he clutches at his stomach to stabilise himself.

Your eyebrow raises, watching as Oikawa laughs to himself. Iwaizumi states dismissively too, arms crossing along his chest.

“We flamed you after that, Tōru” You state, remembering the relentless teasing that both you and Iwa inflicted on the poor boy.

“Plus, we’re dating..Iwa gave me an actual promise ring” you point at the ring on your finger (which was way too expensive for your liking) which reflects under the dim lighting in Oikawa’s room.

Oikawa pouts, laughter seizing as he sees his plan to fluster the two of you didn’t go through “You’re both boring”

— akaashi k.

akaashi didn’t have a lot of friends when he was younger

so you were really his only proper friend,, so he’s find himself with you most of the time

a lot of the time the two of you would play in the public park or at his house

and you two would usually play volleyball since akaashi liked it and you enjoyed it too

he hadn’t really thought snout his feelings for you since he thought they were normal to have towards a close friend

but one day you got quite jealous of all of the other (mainly girls) people who would flock to akaashi

so you simply told them that you two were married so they couldn’t take him away from you

akaashi, like kenma, just went with it

“Bokuto-san, what are you doing?” You ask as you watch the two-toned ace feverishly flick through your childhood memorabilia. He smiles as he comes across old photos of you and his new ‘bestie’ Akaashi; cooing as he looks at the tiny baby shoes that used to for your small feet.

The two boys had came over to study for a test but along the way Bokuto had become distracted and noticed the shiny box on your bedside table. He was more of a magpie than an owl at the moment, diving towards the shiny items rather than the dull items.

“What’s this?” He holds a poorly written letter between his index finger and thumb, staring at the crooked writing on the lined paper. It’s a little crumbled, plastered with stickers and has a massive love heart on the back. You flush as you realise what letter it is, the letter you gave to akaashi to sign if he wanted to marry you.

Bokuto squeals, jumping up and allowing the box to fall recklessly onto your bed. He practically screams as he swings the old piece of paper around.

“You’re married!” He seems more excited than confused, almost acting as if the two of you were actually married.

“Bokuto” Akaashi starts “If you keep this quiet from the rest of the team I’ll do even more serves for you tomorrow”

Bokuto jumps in excitement, the old piece of paper forgotten as he animatedly thanks his friend in advance. You can’t believe that you had forgot to take the little piece of paper out of the box since you had already thought about Bokuto finding it.

However, you can’t help but smile. That was how Akaashi asked you out in first year, reactating the letter you had made in childhood.

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years ago

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so since we got an engie proposal,,, now,,,, now can you write an engie wedding,,,,,? 😳😳😳😳 im sorry im just way too much of an engineer simp 😭❤

- selectively mute anon

Of course :3 Sorry for taking so long!!!! I hope you enjoy!

~Engineer's wedding~

He was pretty excited for the wedding!

The wedding was going to be pretty small and is of course outside!! He was only really going to invite a few friends and the whole team!

Engi did most of the planning. The perfect wedding plan!! You both worked on it hard and eventually completed the plan, now it was time!

~Wedding day comes~

It was a sunny spring day! The atmosphere was nice, the flowers were blooming, it was perfect. You couldn't stop smiling. This was going to be best and happiest day on earth. *breaths in and out* Ok, it's now or never!

You took your first step through the aisle. Your eyes widened. The beautiful flowers, the sun shining and...engi. Your very very to soon be husband. Your heart skipped a beat at that thought. Is this a dream?, ah time seems to move so quickly and now I am marrying the most sweetest man on earth, it truly does seem like a dream.

~Time for the vows~

Engi smiled at you warmly, and both of you took a deep breath.

Do you engineer, take this women/man/person to be your lawfully wedded [husband/wife/partner], to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?

I do.

Do you s/o, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as both shall live?

I do.

~Ring exchange~

By the authority of State of [State], I now pronounce you husband and wife/husband/partners!!!

Everybody cheered! You jumped into your husband's arm. I love you engi! I love you s/o!!

~After all that jazz~

The party was AMAZING! Everybody was patting Engi's back! *PAT PAT PAT* That made you giggle. Pyro was just 24/7 jumping up and down and clapping! mmmphhh :D Pyro you like my special outfit? mmphh! Well thank you pyro, I love your little unicorn sticker by the way :) mmph!

You both had some fun playing some wedding games! And of course, engi won most of them!!!

Everybody was complimenting you!

You both had a fun time talking to your friends and family and just laughing about past memories and such.

You both had a nice time eating all the nice food! AND of course, engi showed his specialty food! Apple pie/crumble, cookie, etc! Pyro do you want this big slice? MMMPHHH!!! Hehe, you sure can do! *s/o also stares at the cake* And here is a big one for you too sweetheart! Oh um thank you!!

You soon both got exhausted from walking around so much and sat on a bench a bit away from the party. Hehe, you tired s/o? Kinda hehe! But today was SO MUCH FUN! Oh, that's good sweetheart! Engi, I love it when you call me sweetheart did you know that? Of course, I know that! You always have a bright smile when I say that hehe. Well, there is a good thing. Hm? Now I can say that for the rest of our lives, sweetheart! Awww engi stoppp you sweet little cowboyyy *both giggle*

*after a little pause*

Let's go back, the guests would be worried if we just suddenly disappeared! Right! let's go!

*Holds hands and slowly walks back to glowing cheerful party*

What were you lads doin? Nothing~just some comfort moment. You both are truly in love huh? Yep! You both are such lovey-dovey little doves. Ew what (scout). Scout, you were CLEARLY crying when engi and s/o were exchanging rings! OH, I WAS NOT! Hehe yes, you were bubby boy! HEY engi!! Yeah, you were (literally everybody) You guys are so mean! *scout dashes off to get cake* *All of you guys giggle*

Hehe well, the party is still now over yet! Let's go engi! Hehe, you're right! *you and engi walk away holding hands while looking deep into each other eyes*

This sweet little man honestly. This was fun and sweet to write. I hope you enjoyed it!!! I hope it was worth the wait! (/・ω・)/

#tf2 x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #asks

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harryspet · 4 years ago

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off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!”

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed.

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously.

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold.

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew.

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!”

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?”

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much.

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark.

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket.

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.”

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder.

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen.

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain.

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!”

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye.

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans.

That feeling didn’t last long.

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place.

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!”

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you.

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling, “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness.

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness.

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you.

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice.

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road.

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress.

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them.

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did.

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored.

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled.

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come.

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag.

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside.

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy.

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside.

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday.

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly.

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper.

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …”

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking.

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded.

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips.

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch.

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in.

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie.

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote.

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

#dark fic #dark!steve #dark!steve rogers #Steve Rogers #mob!steve #mob!stucky x reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #dark steve x reader #peter parker x reader #mafia!bucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #peter parker #black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #captain america x reader

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sothisispeerpressure · 3 years ago

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Ok I was typing my thought for part 2 and an hour in I lost everything so bear with me!

Synopsis of the first hour:

- poor Ringo was the only one who showed :(

- whoever thought to hide a mic in the flowerpot to hear the private conversation between John and Paul deserves a cookie. They actually did pretty good communicating with each other about their feelings

- they literally don’t know what to do without George. “Let’s go see George” “I was going anyway” “he’s gone to liverpool.”

- Ringo has a tiny symbol on his drum set and it makes me happy

- something LGBT just happened to that kid in the blue shirt

- the apple scruffs are so sweet Awh

- ok but when “im a bigger fan that you are” “well, do you want to fight about it?” I would be mad if I was Linda too

- AND WHEN PAUL SAID “stay out of it yoko” TO LINDA I

- I would’ve went home and started a fight with him

- John makes Paul laugh with one joke and then proceeds to take the next 5 minutes to keep making him laugh

- I was Happy when George returned he looks so good

- they took so much time putting the Apple studio together that they still ended up with just one week left to plan everything

- also Paul’s old tour set list on his bass..I think he still has it on there today

- oh and when Ringo said: 😐😦😐😦😐😦😐😦😐

- Paul being sneaky and recording an Oh! Darling demo without John anyone else there

- John wore a vest over his shirt every day last week so this week Paul starts wearing a vest too in a sad attempt to match with his bestie

- also how Paul predicted Yoko Memes 😂😂

Ok now I’m back

- John is actually dressed nice, not so stink anymore

- and now Paul is on the drums.

- rock that bass Ringo!

- AND PAUL CAN’T HELP HIMSELF HAVING R I N G O PLAY THE BASS THE WAY P A U L WANTS IT PLAYED

- Paul put the bassman sticker on his bass

- Spoken Word of the press by Paul, backed by the beatly sounds of his beatle boys backing him.

- NECESSESSITY

- John sings anything, Paul immediately: 🎤😩

- WOW THE FAMOUS LINE JOHN SAID BEFORE TWO OF US

- plopplopplopplopplop :paul

- George complains about the papers, Ringo: good morning everyone 😊

- I love to see them getting along and playing together

- Paul has succeeded in matching shirts with bestie John, save for the vest (and shade of green)

- oh yeah pauly flip that hair

- I wanna give George a hug

- Ringo smash camera

- “sing Paul” oh you know that made bunny happy

- John saying MLK would’ve been President 🥺

- “did you tape the last one?” “Yes” *excited seagull sounds ensue*

- hello billy!

- I love George so much

- Billy Preston appreciation

- “I’ve spoken with mr. Klein” 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

- WHY IS YOKO ON THE MIC AGAIN

-Paul is just having a ball on the drums with it though

- WHY DO THEY LOVE CREATING FEEDBACK SO MUCH

- uh oh hear comes George

- and as soon as he walks in they stop 😂

- I have other things I need to do right now

- but here I am

-watching this

- TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK

- REMEMBER OUR ROOTS JOHN REMEMBER HOW YOU LOVE ME JOHN

- “you probably don’t remember the 50’s” OH SHADE

- he’s singing oh darling right at John

- George’s guitar 🤩

- “what are you calling this Paul?” “Shit.” “Shit Back” “Shit, take 1”

- George shaved I just noticed

- them remembering the memories and stuff is so cute

- “I think I’m getting Hong Kong flu 🤒 “ “Take drugs 😈”

- “THE BOYS IS READY”

- they’re having such a good time 🥺😭😭

- I have to mention the toast, why so much toast?

- “I’d like Preston as a fifth Beatle” George: “well Dylan would join too what about Dylan if I asked Dylan you guys know I love Dylan-“

- “and the dream I had was you” original Jealous Guy lyrics, which is confirmed to be about Paul??? Sounds fruity

- WHAT IS MAL ON LMAOOOO

- John and Paul aggressively singing “stand by me” at each other

- *two of us instrumental* “Desmond had his barrow-“

- John and Paul really do just stare at each other the whole time

- didn’t know I needed Polythene Pam (acoustic version) (From the vault)

- TEDDY BOY SHOULD’VE BEEN A BEATLES SONG OK

- seeing that picture of John looking so young has actually made me cry what a babey lil babey boy

- India flashbacks!

- and John is back to wearing the same thing two days in a row

- the part everyone has been talking about “we should call it what we did on our holidays” FRUIT BUGS

- Paul’s little laugh

- THE MONEYS NOT THE MONKEYS

- George silences the room once again

- does anyone know what Yoko was writing?

- “long before-” “longer than the-“ they messed each other up lollll

-George looks done with the shit again

- Paul plays along with John’s goofing off, as much as he wants to stay on track and work, he lets John keeps things silly to keep their friendship alive, and I think that’s sweet

- “how do we make the piano sound like absolute shit? That’s what I want.”

- John singing the first song Paul ever wrote “I Lost My Little Girl” awwwwh gay.

- ive only seen them consume toast, tea, and wine in this whole thing

- I see George’s biscuitssss

- “let it be, let it be*cough cough cough*”

- “gotdam you little microphone 👹”

- RINGO STOLE GEORGE BISCUIT

- Let It Be (Upbeat Version) (From The Vault)

WOOOOOO THAT TOOK MY FOR BLOODY EVER TO FINISH COME BACK TOMORROW FOR PART 3

#the bealtes #get back documentary #get back #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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CONGRATS ON 800, LOVE! IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SUBMIT SOMETHING EARLIER (this is shemarmooresfedora but from another acct because mine has been shadowbanned for some reason)

i’ll do ❤️🤡💄🛏 please and thank you

maybe like spencer invites you to something as his date and you’re both crushing on each other but it’s not official until the reservation only booked one room

I LOVE YOU DORY!!! i am so sorry you're shadowbanned that is so weird? i hope this cheers you up a little! thank you for all the love and support, and for helping me create little Jo in Amoreena <3

cw: flirting, fake married, mutual pining, high school reunions, assault, love confessions, one bed, implied sex, kissing,

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When he got the invitation in the mail, he thought nothing of it. He left it in the pile on his counter and went off to work the way he always would. He hasn’t been back to his old high school since he was 13, the 15 year reunion was coming up and he was invited.

He wasn’t going to go. He never went to any event unless it was a CalTech alumni event. Because there he was respected, there he was Doctor Spencer Reid, the FBI’s asset and excellent graduate. He was a nobody, a kid and a loser in high school.

“You okay?” Y/N notices he’s quieter than normal, he’s staring off past his desk and she’s worried for him.

“Huh?” He turns to her, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” she whispers, “come get a coffee with me down at the kart?”

He nods and stands silently, following her out of the room and away from all their friends, in the elevator she knows he’s more comfortable.

“What’s going on, Spence?”

“My high school reunion is coming up, and I really want to go and prove to them that I’m not a dork anymore…” his voice is low and his eyes are fixated on the floor.

Her face drops, she pulls the emergency button and wraps herself around him. “You have never been a dork, Spencer. You have always been magnificent and they’re too dumb to see that.”

He holds her in return, settling as he rests his chin on her shoulder. She feels nice and warm, her hair smells like apples and her laundry detergent is all over her shirt.

“Would you come back to Vegas with me and pretend to be my girlfriend? Say things like that and make them think I’ve got it all?”

He cant see how much she smiles while they hug, “yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend for the day.”

—

She buys the nicest dress imaginable, they fly out to Vegas together and she’s so excited she forgot to ask for her own room. Or at least that’s what she tells him because she really wanted a chance to sleep with him, in more ways than one.

Even to just cuddle with Spencer Reid would be a gift, so she goes all out to seduce him. She looked impeccable, He was thinking it was her way of helping him show off… he was so clueless she was going to have to be the smart one when it came to getting him to see her as more than a friend. She wanted him, she was going to show him just how good she would be to him if she was his.

Her dress hugs her in all the right places, she wraps an arm around Spencer’s middle and holds him close. They walk in like they own the place, everyone is taking turns looking at them as they walk to the name tag table.

“Hi, Spener Reid,” he smiles, “and my plus one.”

“Hi,” Y/N waved at the woman behind the desk.

“Hello,” she smiles, “here are your name tags, Mr. and Mrs. Reid.”

“Oh we’re—“

“Thank you,” Y/N smiles, she takes the name tags from the woman. “Newlyweds, my rings getting resized, he’s still adjusting to the title.”

“Ah, my husband was the same, called it wedding bell shock,” she smiled, old enough to have a husband with shell-shock as well.

“Can I have a pen?” Y/N asks, “or a marker?”

“Here,” she hands her a sharpie.

Y/N leans onto the table to scratch out the Mr. and replace it with Dr. “He has 3 Ph.D.’s you know? My husband is the smartest man in the FBI.”

“Oh,” she looks shocked, “thank you for your service sir.”

He blushes and nods, “thank you.”

Y/N peels the sticker off and sticks it to Spencer's chest before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, she gets lipstick on him. She smiles and wipes it off, “there, still cute.”

The rest of the night is much of the same; she hangs off him, telling all the people who used to bully him that she was so madly in love with him, he was super smart and he was so strong and sexy on the job.

She slips away from him to get a drink while he explains how profiling works to his crowd of new fans. She’s filling her cup with punch when a weird, balding man slides up beside her, his hand touching her waist. She looks at him quickly, recognizing his name from the worst childhood story Spencer ever shared with her.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” he tried to hit on her.

She puts her cup down calmly and takes his hand off her, bending his arm behind his back and slamming him face-first into the punch bowl. She pulls his face back up by his hair, “that was for touching me.”

Then she slams him onto the floor where he coughs out punch from his lungs. “And that was for what you did to my husband as a kid, he was a Kid! You may have peaked in high school, but at least Doctor Reid doesn’t have a widow's peak, like yours. He is the smartest, sexiest, and most wonderful man in the world and you're nothing but a loser.”

Spencer turns around at the sound of her voice, “oooo” echos around the gym as everyone looks at the scene unfolding. Patrick, the asshole quarterback that traumatized him as a child, was on the ground covered in red juice as he complained about a sore arm.

Y/N smiles at him and waves before rejoining Spencer, “he doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Spencer suggests and she is all too eager to skip out of the room with him, right past Patrick.

—

She slams him against the wall as soon as they’re inside the hotel room again, kissing him with more desperation than she’s ever felt in her life. She needed him, he was her last piece and then she’d be complete.

She breaks the kiss to move down his neck as she loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt. “Are you sure we can be friends after this?”

“I’d hope my husband was my best friend,” she whispers against his skin.

He pulls her away from his neck, hands on her cheeks so he can look at her and read her expressions as best as possible, “I’m serious, I don’t want to do this if it’s going to make working together hard.”

“You’re an idiot,” she smiles, “I have been in love with you for months Spencer. I want this, I have wanted you for so long…”

His breathing changes as she explains her feelings, leaning in to kiss his neck again and make her way down his chest. “I’ve thought about this for so long Spencer, you have no idea how many dirty thoughts I have about doing things like this with you.”

“I got 1 bed on purpose,” he gasps out, “I wanted to sleep beside you… I hoped—

She smiles against him, “I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you to get 2…”

“You’re really not kidding?” He sounds so desperate it’s almost sad.

She stops her kissing and looks at him again, “why is it so hard for you to believe all the things I’ve said about you tonight? I’m not just trying to impress them, I’m telling the whole fucking world that the person I am in love with is the smartest man they will ever meet. People should bow at your feet, Spencer, let me appreciate you for how incredibly wonderful you are and stop doubting my feelings.”

“You love me?” Tears well in his eyes and he feels like a complete idiot, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted you to admit it first,” she whispers, equally as embarrassed. “I have a huge crush on you Spence, it’s not just that I love you, I never want to stop. You’re so nice and kind and funny? And you make me smile every day and I laugh even on the worst days ever because you’re there, and when I think about the future and reunions and events like this that I have to go to one day, and all I want is to bring you along and show everyone that you’re mine.”

She rambled more than he did, “so please, will you unzip my dress and join me in our one bed, husband?”

“Absolutely, my beautiful wife,” he turns her around, moving her hair off her back, he kisses her shoulder softly.

He moves the zip down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he did so. When he reached the end, she pushed the straps off her arms and let the dress fall to the floor.

Mission accomplished.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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Henry finding his Little hiding in the master closet, crying her eyes out because she misunderstood him saying he wanted a new Little.

Oh sweet jesus! I have to admit this was good practice, im not one for angsty stuff but this turned out okay i think? I hope you like it

Warnings: DDLG, Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Tantrums

You hid on the stairs, standing on them so your eye were level with the floor of the landing.

Things were different since you come back home.

You'd been visiting your parents for two weeks to help out, they had moved to France inspired by the chateau renovations so packed up and moved into a huge castle like home.

Renovating was harder then they expected and needed some extra hands so you decided to help them out.

Its the least you can do when they were going to let you and henry get married there for free.

But then another lockdown came and you had to return home four days early, but it couldn't be helped, your parents sent you packing not wanting you to be stranded in France for months on end.

Henry had been too busy to come, saying he needed to stay home and sort out a few important things.

You'd been home just over a day and had noticed the house was different.

Well not the whole house, but there was no trace of any of your little things anymore.

Henry was busy running about the place chasing up phone calls and deliveries, he said he was late and still had too much to do and that he was sorry then locked himself in the office.

With brings you to now, alone confused and upset. So you decided to go and cuddle up in your nursery and wait out what ever had your daddy occupied.

Slowly you tip toed past the office hearing henry raise his voice growling a little.

You would have stopped and asked him if he was okay, but he got mad when you eavesdropped, it usually landed you on the naughty step.

You passed the office's cracked open door with ease, it'd be best to ask later. Besides the office wasn't a nice place, it was boring and you only ended up in there if you were bad and about to be spanked real bad! Its where your cane lived.

You scrunched your nose as you got closer to the nursery, the smell of paint and sawdust filling your nose. It was an awful stink!

Still you pressed forward stepping into the room.

You froze and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

The room was bare, your toys and stuffies all packed in boxes in the corner.

Your crib was gone, the blanket fort, changing table everything!

The walls were now a pale seafoam green with sea otter stickers on them, tall seaweed stickers dotted about the room.

This wasn't your room! This wasn't your nursey!

You gasped panicking looking around feeling your tummy drop and twist, a lump in your throat.

They pink princess blinds gone, your drawings no where to be found.

There was nothing of yours in here! Nothing at all.

You crumpled to the floor as you spied the wall that once held your name in cute cursive stickers on it. They too were gone, removed and the wall painted over.

You shook your head trembling, you hadn't come in here yesterday, you'd come home and gone straight to bed you were tired it'd been hell getting home.

You stepped backwards out of the forign room on the verge of tears.

You sniffled rubbing your eyes and padded down the hall again unsure what all this meant.

"Yes... Yes I know-No of course I haven't told her!.... Yes I know change is hard for littles but she'll be okay, once I explain things she will be fine, she's a tough cookie" henry huffed down the phone irritated. You crept closer to the door and listened closer, perhaps spying with once will help reassure you. Because this must be a misunderstanding.

"yes well I want to move on, everytime I go in there... Its not her room never has been they are two completely different littles both in age and personality, I didn't- I never changed it until now... Honestly I'm sick of the sight of it, we all need a fresh start once in a while" henry explained with a sharp bite to his words.

You froze on the spot, two different littles? He had two? You didn't know that.

Your heart pulled painfully in your chest as you got an image of a faceless yet beautiful 'proper little' who liked nappies and bottles!

You bit your lip and shifted trying to hear more clearly, because this didn't seem right, you couldn't belive

"I was hoping to have it done before she got back and sort of ease her into it on the way home but then the lockdown.... Yes well I just think of this as a new start- like having a brand new little... I'm excited to begin again! This time its for real and I'm pouring everything I can into it..."

"I really do love her, so so much and this is it for me. I've tried so hard to make this happen but now.. I don't want to upset her but we need this, its been a year now and.. I don't know maybe I'm selfish but I want this to be my littles room, my true little girls home you know? Not the other one"

"so do you think it'll be here today? I'll send y/n out with Kal when you bring it round, no point having a little misunderstanding before i can explain things properly, yes okay.. Okay i will see you this afternoon, bye"

You covered your mouth at the way his voice picked up, he was happy... And he was replacing you.

You jumped up running down the hall trying not to let him hear you crying.

You found yourself in the closet sobbing your heart out cursing him as you curled up in the corner shutting the door behind you with a loud slam.

Not that you cared, you were far to upset, slowly pawing at your clothes tugging them off the hangers.

You watched through blurry eyes as your hands tugged and bundled the clothes wiping your face on them as you tried to pull yourself together and pack your stuff knowing you would be sent on your way very soon.

You bawling was halted as the closet door was ripped open a panicked henry standing there panting, clearly he had been running.

"oh-god baby what's wrong?! What's happened princess-"

"NO! NO YOU DON'T- LE-LEAVE ME ALONE!" you shouted at him sobbing your heart out.

Henry frowned at your anger and despair. Then crouched down in front of you.

"baby what's wrong love? I got here as fast as I could- are you hurt? Why are you so upset babygirl?" he pleaded wide worried eyes looking you over trying to see what had made you cry so bad.

"N-NO YOU JUST-FUCK OFF YOUR NOT MY DADDY! YOUR NO'MY DADDY! YOUR A LIAR AND BAD-IM GOING HOME- GONNA GO TO FRANC WITH MUMMAND DAD AND-AND LIVE IN A CATLE AND FIND A REAL PRNCE-" you screamed at him sobbing louder.

Henry frowned and tried you coax you out of the closet unsure what the hell had gotten into you, it wasn't like you to throw such a tantrum.

"hey nugget that's not very nice baby, here come here and lets talk-" he spoke hurt and upset as his hands moved to tug you out of the closet.

You growled and snapped your teeth at him and began smacking him aiming for his, hands face, legs anything you could reach wanting him to leave you alone.

"HEY! Whoa what the hell is wrong with you young lady? Now you get your butt out here now!" henry snapped managing to capture your wrists and tug you out of the closet as you screamed and thrashed.

"NOOO NO NO YOUR NOT MY DADDY! YOU-R NO'm-my daddy your not!" you shouting became a broken sobs as henry picked you up and laid on the bed with you tucking you into his body wrapping himself around you.

You stayed like that crying into the pillow tugging every so often trying to free yourself from him.

"now do you want to explain where all this is coming from?" he asked getting upset with you as you wouldn't explain what was going on instead you just cried harder.

After a few more minuets of henry shushing you and kissing your head you calmed enough to start explaining.

"y-you don't wan'me!" you muttered as you wept still unable to fully stop your crying.

"wh-what?! Oh baby what do you mean I don't want you? I love you!" he implored quickly unsure where this was

"liar, you said- to the man that your movin' on and stratin'gain an- an my room! Daddy my stuffs gone! And and-lemme go! Your not-your mean!" you whimpered before getting all worked up again choking on your own sobs and began fussing again trying to get away once more.

"alright alright now that's enough. You silly girl were you eavesdropping again little one? This is why daddy has told you not to eavesdrop! You only heard half of the conversation-" he began scolding quietly realising what had happened.

"i heard 'nouhg" you cut him off snidely

"you heard nothing, you silly girl. Daddy isn't getting rid of you, or your things- well not everything" he huffed having just about enough of this tantrum already.

"I'm redecorating your nursery for you. I'm ridding the house of my old little! Dumping all her furniture and getting you your own customised stuff" he said makeing you pause and rub your eyes craning your head to look back at him.

"wh-wha?"

Henry sighed and gave you a pointed look.

"see you might think you heard enough but you didn't, daddy in making a cute little seaside nursery, that why their are sea otters on your wall, their your favourite animal aren't they?." he chided speaking slowly to be sure you were listening.

"w-well yeah b-but my names gone?" you blubbered quietly starting to feel silly for your out burst.

"because daddy was painting the walls poppet and your names on your new crib that's coming today, this was a surprize for when you come home from France... Your own brand new nursery for a toddling little, not a baby-baby..." he hummed softly kissing your shoulders.

You sniffled and mewled before quickly spinning around to face him and then began crying into him feeling guilty. He was doing something nice and you ruined it!

Henry chuckled but held you close hushing you sweetly pressing kisses to your head as he soothed you.

"here come with me" he urged standing picking you up taking you into the office.

You squirmed and clutched at him tightly worried he was gonna spank you for being naughty, eavesdropping, hitting, biting swearing and batting? That was quite a tally.

Instead henry sat on the chair and logged into the computer.

"here see? This it yours and coming today" he said motioning to the screen showing an incredibly beautiful lightwood crib your name carved into the head and foot board with tiny wave detailing and a small pattern of shells on the rim.

"see, your my true little and as such daddy wants to make it official by making you your very own sea side themed nursery, with new toys and furniture and blankie! Starting fresh this time with everything all centred around my perfect little one!" he hummed kissing your head as you sniffled and panted.

"s-so your not- gettin' rid of me?" you whimpered looking to your lap.

"god no! We're getting married! Your my babygirl and I'm your daddy! I'll always be your daddy... I'm sorry to have scared you poppet, i just wanted to surprize you but.. I should of warned you shouldn't I?" henry sighed twisting you in his lap and snuggling you.

"n-no i should've asked and not been bad daddy... Sorry... You can spank me for bein' bad"

"... Although you do deserve a spanking for spying and bratting... Daddy will make you a deal, you help me finish your nursery and I will ignore your naughtiness." he offered holding out a pinky to you.

"r-really i can help?" you asked quietly twiddling your fingers shyly feeling more and more guilty for your behaviour as the seconds ticked by.

"yes poppet, you can help" he said rubbing your back with a little chuckle as you leant into him.

"and no spankin'?" you asked slowly

"not unless you want one to make you feel better" he agreed, but he knew sometimes you didn't want to be let off, sometimes you were to upset with yourself and wanted him to correct you.

"No.. I don't want a spankin daddy.." you said warily glancing at the small space behind the large money tree, the plant hiding your cane just out of view.

"okay then it's a deal, no spankings in return of some hard labour!" he teased and hooked his pinkie around yours making it a real deal then kissed you and squeezed you tight groaning.

"such a silly nugget, you should know by now daddy loves you too much to ever leave you, noone-absolutely no one can ever make me as happy as you!" he assured you feeling a lump form in his throat, he couldn't wait until you were married, then maybe you'd stop all your worrying, you seemed to have this strange idea that you wasn't good enough. Or little enough.

You liked cribs and sippy's and pacies occasionally bottles- when you were ill mostly but not nappies or that type of care. You were a three to four.

"i love you daddy, you are my daddy... I was mad" you anounced quietly nibbling your fingers shyly almost using them to hide behind.

"i know baby, but thank you it means the world to hear you say that, now lets go make some lunch then make a start- we have to stain the skirting board on the back wall before your crib gats here" he said standing up with you setting you on his hip and began moveing though the house.

You rested your face in his neck breathing him in, that had been the most terrifying moment you'd had in this relationship! The thought of him leaving you after you sharing so much with him was your worst nightmare.

All you could say was that from now on, you really wasn't going to eavesdrop anymore. If you had questions you would ask instead to avoid things like this in the future.

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i-have-oneirataxia · 4 years ago

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Serendipity |Barley x Reader|

serendipity (n); finding luck without even looking for it

You watch as your breath comes out in clouds against the cold December air, soothing the goosebumps along your arms with shaking hands. A sudden weight on your quaking shoulders surprises you, the scent of lavender and lynx suffocating your senses in the most intoxicating way. You're suddenly drowned within the sweater, the sleeves easily swallowing your icy fingertips, enveloping them in warmth. It resonates from within you, easing your shivers. You turn to look at Barley with furrowed brows.

"You looked cold so I grabbed one of my sweaters from the back." He gestures behind himself with his thumb as he sits up next to you on Guineveres hood. "Oh," you giggle, "thank you." You look back out at the deep night sky, exhaling deeply. "Sadly, I think it's time I get home, it's late." You turn to Barley to see him already gazing at you. He coughs nervously, shifting his gaze to the sky. "Yeah, you're probably right. Alright, let's move out." You snicker, following his lead into Guinevere.

~~~

You wave at Barley as he pulls out of your drive. As soon as you get into the house you make your way to your bedroom. You hum softly to yourself as you scroll mindlessly through your phone, closing your bedroom door behind you. Your hand goes for your hoodie pocket in search of your ear buds, only to come in contact with something thin and smooth. You pull it out of your pocket, examining the object. It's an iPod, Barleys iPod based off of all the band stickers and tangled earphones hanging from the jack. How is it you forgot you had been wearing his sweater.

You click your tongue in thought as you throw your phone onto your bed, flopping down beside it. You press the home button of the iPod, smiling when you see that the lockscreens a goofy picture of you and Barley taken during the last concert you'd been to together. You swipe left, raising your eyebrows in surprise when it opens. You hum softly, you're tempted to look through his playlists.

You wander if he's like you and labels them after different emotions, or does he have specific titles for each. You giggle as you remember the names of some of the mixtapes you made together in high-school, 'i've never been one to half-ass shenanigans,' probably being your favourite. You click into his music app of choice, scrolling through his downloads, giggling at a few 'Tenacious D' tracks.

You swipe right to look through his playlists, grinning at some of the titles, 'questing music', 'im so high i could eat a cloud', 'when life gives you lemons, squeeze them in people's eyes', 'its a beautiful day to destroy the patriarchy,' and 'eat the rich.' You smile at the lack of punctuation used, it's so incredibly him that you can't help but laugh. You keep scrolling through names when you feel your heart stop and your breath catch in the back of your throat, 'Y/n'.

Why would he have a playlist named after you? You gnaw on your lower lip, your thumb hovering over it. Do you want to know what's in it? What if it's bad? This would be a pretty shitty way to find out your best friend hates you. But what if… it's the exact opposite? Your heart swells at the thought, making your chest feel full and tight. You swallow thickly, as you press the screen.

You read through title after title, each one breeding another butterfly within your stomach, 'Out of my league', 'Someone to you,' 'A drop in the ocean,' 'Just a friend to you,' and more. The smile on your face is uncontainable, the excitement in your chest like fireworks exploding; colourful and loud. You hope this means what you think it means.

You're quick to pick up your phone, texting Barley to come and pick up his hoodie and iPod tomorrow. You're near shaking with excitement. Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

~~~

You sit at the bottom of your stairs by the front door, your legs bouncing excitedly.. You practically jump to your feet at the sound of a knock on the door, you bound over, opening it quickly. "Oh," Barley raises his eyebrows in surprise. You give him a small wave, handing over his sweater and iPod. "Thank you, I wandered where my iPod got to." He chuckles, pocketing it.

You smile, wringing your hands, "Yeah, about your iPod," you avoid his gaze, "I got curious and went through your music." Barley nods his head slowly, "Okay?" He's confused as to why this is relevant, do you feel guilty? It's just music, nothing really too private about it. "I… saw a playlist named after me." You risk a glance up at him.

Oh. His cheeks glow a brilliant scarlet red, right to the tips of his ears. "Oh. And… What do you think?" He looks down to the floor, shuffling his feet. You bite your bottom lip in thought. "There are a lot of songs about unrequited love in there. Kinda… inaccurate. Dontcha think?" You shift in place, smiling sheepishly.

"Inaccurate? What does that mean?" He asks obliviously. You giggle, "It means," You take a step forward, "that I like you too, goober." You take the lapels of his jacket into your hands, pulling him down for an intense kiss. Barley inhales sharply through his nose, humming softly into the kiss as he drops his sweater, placing his hands on your waist. He leans into it, deepening the kiss. You pull away, breathless.

Barley looks awestruck, his eyes closed with a blissed out expression, "I gotta lend you my clothes more often." You giggle, "Agreed."

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