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promptis-imagines · 4 years ago

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ficlet for @tropical-halo-stuff because she was sick and deserves love (I know I am late and you’re fine now but...free promptis?)

anyway love u here is some words

Noctis sneezed and wrapped the blanket further around him. "I don't want it," he whined.

"Aw, c'mon, Noct. Please? Iggy said it would help," pleaded Prompto, who was sat beside him on the couch with a container of warm soup. Vegetable soup, to be precise.

A deep pout formed on Noctis' lips, which he promptly buried under the blanket. "Lies. That stuff will just make me feel worse."

Prompto mirrored his pout. "You act like I'm trying to kill you."

"Maybe you are."

"Hey, I'm not going on trial for murdering a royal," Prompto responded. He set down the container and crossed his arms. "Besides, I'd like to keep my boyfriend alive, even if he is super stubborn. So, please?" Clasping his hands together, he tipped his head and gazed at Noctis with the biggest puppy eyes he'd been met with in a while.

Noctis was hardly convinced. "I dunno, Prom. What if I hate it so much I get more sick? That would just suck," he argued.

Prompto dropped the face and raised an eyebrow. "You know I'm not kissing you until your cold goes away, right?"

That got him to pause. Then, in a moment that was borderline painful for him, Noctis sighed. "I might be able to tolerate just the broth. Keep the actual veggies away from me," he conceded.

And then Prompto was up, a huge grin spread across his face. "Alright, good enough! I'll get it in a bowl for ya."

With a heavy sigh that ultimately turned into a sneeze, Noctis sank further into the couch. The things he did for love. Once he got better, he was going to kill Ignis for this.

Soon enough, there was a bowl nestled in his lap. A small rag was placed under it to keep the heat away, but Noctis was still considering pouring the hot liquid onto himself to avoid having to actually eat it. Of course, Prompto was bribing him with future kisses, which was a real low. Noctis didn't know why he agreed; he didn't even think that this stuff would make him better any faster.

"I change my mind," Noctis announced.

Prompto scrambled to reach for the bowl that Noctis was trying to unsteadily move away. "Aw, Nooooct," he whined. "That's no fair. I used up all of my skill heating that up, you know," he resisted, carefully guiding the bowl back.

Noctis groaned. "I'm sure you've got plenty of skill left over. How about we throw it out and don't tell Ignis?"

All of the playfulness seemed to dissipate from Prompto's posture. "I mean, I guess that's possible. But…" He trailed off with a deep sigh. "I guess I'm just worried. I really do want you to feel better, y'know? The more you avoid stuff that can help, the worse you might get. That scares me sometimes, Noct."

There was an almost tangible sadness in the air around Prompto. A pit of guilt formed heavily in Noctis' stomach, and he looked down at the soup.

When he glanced back up to make a weak argument, he was cut short by a sniffle from his boyfriend. "Whoa, Prom, I'm not gonna die or anything," he rushed to reassure. He reached out to place a hand on the other's shoulder while he rubbed at his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Prompto murmured. "Just got sad thinking about it for a second, there." Ah, shit.

Sighing, Noctis let his head fall back against the back of the couch, then picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup with a grimace. He had to close his eyes to imagine it was something else as he took a few more spoonfulls of the stuff.

What got him to stop was not what he expected to hear. Not soft crying this time, but giggling.

The spoon hit the rim of the bowl with a clatter. "Wait, why are you laughing at me?" he demanded.

Prompto's light giggles turned into snorts of laughter. "Because I didn't think you'd take that seriously. Man, maybe I was born to be an actor," he joked.

Noctis' pout deepened. He would've considered tossing the bowl at Prompto if he didn't love him so much. Instead, he made a dramatic show of setting the bowl on the coffee table, shoving it as far away as he could reach, and curling back into the couch with the blanket cocooning him from head to toe.

"Noct, don't vanish on me!" He felt a heavy weight fall onto his side, and he grunted in annoyance.

"Nope, you lost boyfriend privileges," came Noctis' muffled reply.

The weight on him shifted into more of a comfortable hug, easily moving Noctis from upset to cozy. Damn Prompto's embrace for being so calming.

Peeking out ever so slightly, Noctis found that Prompto's cheek was rested on his shoulder. He sighed and stifled a sneeze, then turned his body so that Prompto could more easily lay on top of him. "You're so mean to me." The words held no malice, and Noctis even slid his arms around the other's middle. "The worst."

"I know," Prompto agreed with a grin. "And now I can tell Iggy that I got you to eat the soup."

Noctis gave him a little squeeze. "Can't believe you took advantage of me like that. I thought you were actually sad over me, you dork," he commented.

"Nah, I know you'll get better. Just wanted to hurry up the process a little."

The two settled into a comfortable hold, albeit with a blanket between them. Oh well, more cushion for Prompto.

With a hum and closed eyes, Noctis tipped his head to the side. "You owe me a cheek kiss for that one," he stated, like he was announcing a royal decree.

Prompto chuckled. "Alright, fair's fair." His warm lips found Noctis' skin in a brief kiss. "There you go, highness," he teased.

"Hm…one more?"

"One more."

As Noctis reveled in that soothing extra kiss, he knew he already forgave Prompto for tricking him. At least he was trying to help, he had to tell himself. Plus, who knew, maybe he'd get real kisses a lot sooner.

Noctis heaved a sigh. "Wanna watch a movie while I recover?"

Prompto lifted his head. "From the cold or from the soup?" he asked.

"Yeah," Noctis replied.

That got Prompto to snort. "Figured. But sure, we can watch a movie. Only if I can use you as a pillow the whole time, though." That was a pretty good condition, so Noctis nodded.

"Deal."

#I might do some more warmup stuff to try and...get back into writing #I will do it #and then I'm gonna work on chapter 2 of the fic I haven't posted yet #promptis #fanfiction #drabble #mine #trop I'm gonna bother you until you see this

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blushinggray · 3 years ago

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fuck you back to sleep, girl

went through some shit recently but tryna get back in the writing groove so here comes some warmup porn

kirishima eijiriou x reader

nsfw // cw: reverse somno (sexsomnia)

kirishima works freaking hard, day in and day out, coming home at the most random hours of the day or night after clocking in occasionally ungodly hours of pro hero work. it goes without saying that he can come home rather exhausted. sometimes, it's all he can do to stuff the leftovers you saved for him in his mouth before taking a way too short shower and crashing into bed to sleep.

it's not always like that. when he has his wits about him and an appropriate amount of sleep fueling him, he gives you as much attention as he can. but lately, with all the extra work going on because of an important mission he's working on at his agency, the most he can do is slip into your shared bed when you're already asleep and give you a kiss before snuggling into you.

or so he thinks.

while you may not wake up every time he slips under the covers with you, you do wake up when his hand slips down to cup between your legs and rubs at you until you're wet enough to open your eyes with a breathless gasp. and by the time you're awake, the mattress is already waving beneath you as kirishima's hips roll into your ass, smearing his hard-on against you like jam on bread.

at the beginning, you just thought he was being frisky because he had been missing you so bad and you didn't have as much time to for sex these days, but he would barely answer you whenever you'd talk to him, asking him questions or telling him how good it felt. and usually he was pretty good with feedback.

sometimes he needed help getting inside bc he'd only be fucking your thighs or he didn't even get his pants down sometimes, but you'd absolutely revel in the lazy, aggressive, almost mindless fucking in the dark. and you'd wake up glowing the next morning, all ready to make your man some breakfast with his coffee.

it wasn't all too often, maybe once or twice a month. but now, it would happen at least once or twice a week. and you have to admit, sometimes you're too tired to participate, but he goes at you long enough to make you want to finish. and you wake up feeling great, so you can't say you have complaints. especially when there isn't as much time to fuck during regular waking hours nowadays.

occasionally you'd bring up these little night escapades in subtle innuendo but he would look at you confused or brush it off for something else, so you figured he didn't feel the need to bring it up in daylight. after all, it's just sex with your partner, isn't it?

but then, one day, kirishima comes home and mentions how fucking ready he is to finally get inside you after weeks of holding back.

"eiji, come on, we just fucked last night." you laugh as you shake your head when he pulls you in for a smattering of kisses.

however, the kisses stop in their tracks when he pulls back, "what are you talking about?"

"what do you mean? you were just inside me last night." you remind him, "twice, might i add. i almost slept through my alarm."

"what? no i wasn't."

".... uhm, yes you were."

"I don't remember." he says. "I mean, i do want to do it sometimes when i come home but it's late and you're already asleep, so i just try not to bother you."

"you... don't remember." you repeat.

"no?" he sounds confused, but genuine.

and after some discussion, you both come to discover that he's been fucking you in his sleep.

well, if you think about it, it shouldn't be too hard to believe. you've heard of sleep talking, sleep walking, and other types of parasomnial behavior, so what was another one to add to the list? quite honestly, this type of phenomenon is much more pleasant to deal with.

kirishima gets it checked out at the doctor, and they tell him that he's fine as long as he isn't causing harm to himself or his partner or anyone else. and he'd rather not take medication for something that isn't really that much of a problem if he doesn't have to, so you've both just learned to deal with this little tick your boyfriend has.

you, by getting a phenomenal, sleep-drenched dicking in the middle of the night, and kirishima, by not remembering a single thing in the morning. sometimes he blushes when you tell him what he did to you the night before, and feels ashamed or disappointed that he wasn't there for it.

but while he doesn't have any recollection of it, it doesn't mean his body doesn't feel the aftereffects later in the day. he glows as much as you do, even though he doesn't really know why. and he's pretty sharp the days after, if his work performance has anything to show for it.

while it's not a part of your daily routine or anything, it is completely unsurprisingly whenever you're woken up with a hand rubbing through your pajamas or a hard length either rutting against you or even into you.

tonight, it seems that he's already gotten your bottoms down to your knees and slicked himself up by rubbing through the apex of your thighs by the time you come to. you open your eyes to the dark room and sounds of kirishima's heavy breaths against your ear, and his hands gripping at your hips with a bruising strength.

"eiji, baby? you awake?" you call out softly like you usually do, just to check in. and when you receive no verbal answer, you know that he is definitely off in wet dreamland.

so you make things a little easier for both of you by reaching down to kick your bottoms all the way off and bury them somewhere in the blankets. but when you press your ass slightly closer against him as you move, you incidentally let the tip slip in between your slippery folds, and you hear kirishima shudder out a groan behind you before yanking you closer.

not only that, he leans forward to close up the space between your back and his chest, almost growling in protest. but now you're slightly folded in half, which you're sure can't be comfortable for kirishima to move against you, so you try to push back, "eijirou, come on. make a lil room..." you hum out in a groggy voice.

and you do manage to push him back into a slightly more comfortable position, but not long before he's pushing you onto your stomach and mounting himself on top of you.

"eiji!" you gasp, surprised by also unnecessarily excited.

he bites down on your shoulder at his drops all of his weight down on you, pressing you flat into the bed. his hips continue rolling slowly into your ass as he slides this thick, long cock against your dripping slit, and the only gains speed at his continues. and he keeps at it like a dog just mindlessly humping at you without properly aiming himself inside.

"ugh, eijiiii~" you groan into your pillow, "put it inside already, pleeease..." you beg.

you're not sure if he can hear you while he's asleep, or if he can even slip in properly while he's got all his body weight flat on top of yours. but eventually, he finds his way inside, and you sigh in absolute relief.

"yes..."

he takes another bite at your shoulder, and then at your neck as he groans at your heat squeezing around him. he mumbles out what sounds like a sleepy rendition of your name as he starts picking his hips up to thrust. and then he gets faster, and faster, until he's almost pummeling into you, only keeping you held in place with one hand on your breast and the other around the base of your throat.

"fuck..." you whine into your pillow as you're just hammered into the bed like he's trying to get you to stick. you're left with nothing to do but take it, and take it you do, until you're coming right around him with a few rubs at your own clit.

kirishima is growling into your neck now as your walls flutter around him and send him into his own peak, filling up all the space inside of you with his emission.

and he doesn't stop humping you even as he comes or finishes coming, he keeps up the rutting for almost a minute after he's done before his hips finally calm down, followed by his breaths in your ear. and finally, he's nothing but dead weight on top of you.

with a bit of effort, you roll him off to his side of the bed and get the both of you cleaned up before slipping into bed again with your bottoms back on.

you make sure to tuck kirishima's arm around your waist before covering the both of you up with the blanket again before letting yourself really go to bed for the night.

#kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader #drabble #*gasp* me finally writing for someone other than bakugou?#ngl i was about to give this to him too but i figured anyone could fit this prompt pretty easily #also might give me motivation to finally finish those kiri wips i've had in storage for like.... half a year now #anyway things have been /dramatic/ in the past week or two so i've been taking a bit of a writing break #but since i've been kinda stressed anyway i figured having smth to focus on would be a more useful distraction #i ran into this sexsomnia concept and just /had/ to find it but most somno is the waking person fucks the sleeping person #which is a flavor in itself but this is something else i just needed okay?#no beta #mine #pray for my other wips #if you know what song the title references pls do not judge me

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caroldantops · 3 years ago

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Hi there! A little new to tumblr and discovered ur blog and I love it! I’m sure you are super busy with the awesome monster kink write ups, but I was wondering if I could ask a question! (Sorry if this is in your FAQs/pinned, I couldn’t find it.)

But I was wondering how do you specifically get in the mood to write, how do you get over writers block, and any tips for someone struggling to get into writing? (Just realized that was 3 Qs…)

About 2-3 years ago I was a marvel wlw writer with a pretty decent following and got a surprising amount of attention, especially for my first story. I then got overwhelmed and started planning too many ideas and plots (aka kinktober kicked my ass). Eventually I decided to take a month long break that turned into years. During that time I wanted to jump back in but something kept holding me back. Now I feel genuine anxiety when I even think about writing, and I keep making excuses like “the lighting is off”, “it’s too late/early in the day”, “I’m too tired/hyper” etc. I really want to get back into writing (they have introduced soo many marvel ladies since I stopped, lookin at you yelena) but i just have this dumb mental block. A part of me is nervous bc I’m scared that my writing skills aren’t what they used to be, but eff it this is for fun and I’ve always been able to get over that fear. People keep saying “just write a sentence, get over yourself!” But I just can’t seem to do it.

ANYWAYS sorry about my self pitying life story, and feel free to ignore this lol. GOOD LUCK ON THE MARVEL MONSTER MASH!!

hi bubs! ur totally find, i've known a lot of people that struggle with this same thing and honestly i had a period for a while where i wasn't writing anything.

i think the one very important thing here is that if it makes you anxious, you don't have to write. don't put pressure on yourself to do it if you're not really ready.

but if you think you need to push yourself to get over the rut, start small. rather than going for a more 'formal' fic, maybe try throwing some headcanons around. make a lil bulleted outline of an idea u have rather than fleshing it out completely. i like using those as warmups when i have a block. it gets the inspiration juices flowing without the pressure of needing it to 'sound nice'.

and dont let burnout get to you. your brain is a muscle and resting it is important. if writing doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. but i also know how that's hella frustrating when it happens. i feel like you sound like you're in a place where u know your limits better, and that's honestly the best way to avoid that burnout again, by not taking on more than you can handle.

maybe your writing isn't what it used to be, but that's okay. you'll get there again. like i said, your brain is a muscle, and it might need to go back to the 5lb weights before it hits the big boys again.

and honestly most importantly: focus on what YOU want to write. even if it's not stuff that maybe you think other people will like, i always feel way more fulfilled when i spend time on stuff i love, like this monster celebration (even when it's hella work)

i hope this is at least a little helpful! i probably didn't say anything new, but i hope i can at least offer u the comfort of knowing this is absolutely something that a ton of writers including myself experience. and I've gotten thru it so i believe that u can too <3

#if my depressed adhd ass can get back into the game anyone can baybeeeeee #writing advice #(kinda)#also dw!! i dont have anything like this in my faq or anything #i think i maybe talked a lil bit about this in my q&a but thats it as far as i remember #also i never mind helping with this kind of thing.#writers gotta support each other and if this is how i can help then i dont mind saying things more than once

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ziracona · 3 years ago

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Got to the next bit, which I was very excited to write. : )

The Kid (pt: 1, … 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, ?) [Fate Grand Order AU]

Mnng… ahh. W..? what…? …where… a…

Oh. Oh dear. I am…still here…

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I choke on the way that desperation feels. It has been. so long. since… since I really felt. …fear. It.

I…

I whimper and shut my eyes against the darkness. There’s nothing good to see. The stone floor is cold, and I am bolted to it with shackles at my arms and ankles, stuck on my side, curled up painfully and at awkward angles. It. It makes the pain all so much worse.

So much worse so much worse. Help. God, please, help me. help me.

I haven’t felt like this. I…I never wanted to feel like this again.

What’s going on what’s going on; I don’t understand! Why! It’s not possible it’s not possible.

Was all of it a dream? Did I never really die, and everything I remember since, the throne, summonings, friends—was it all just fever dreams? It can’t be.

It can’t be.

I keep my eyes shut tight. It can’t be. Or where is Sophie? Where is Constanze? Where is… where is…

I try not to cry. It feels so awful. I’m dying. I’m dying and it’s not injury pain, it’s the awful broken pain of your body failing. It’s the fear in every dream when your teeth fall out, or your scalp peels back with your hair, and you want to scream, because it cannot be fixed. Only it’s real and it’s me, and it’s my whole body, and I can’t save myself. Nobody can save me. I’m going to die again I’m going to die.

My arms and legs, my stomach, my face, my hands and feet. They are all so swollen it hurts to not move, it hurts to move, it hurts to look at them. The metal pinning me down bites into my skin unforgivingly. I open my eyes for a moment to look at them, picturing how horrific I seem, remembering how I looked before. Rash all along my skin, little bumps. I’ve vomited, and it’s on the floor and on my face, on my skin and in my hair. My organs are shutting down. I’m dying, but it won’t end. I’m pouring sweat, and it’s disgusting, and broken, and I am broken, and I am dying, and my horrible Requiem in D Minor is playing. It has been playing for hours, for days. Haunting me, killing me again. It won’t end. None of it will end, and I don’t want it to. I don’t want to live, but I am terrified to die.

Please. I shut my eyes again, feeling the sting of tears. I am not used to feeling afraid, I am not used to feeling serious, I am not used to feeling hurt. I can’t go on. I can’t make it stop.

There is a sound.

A door? A loud thud of some kind.

Praying for hope, for rescue, anything, I open my eyes and look up.

I see the man in grey. His coat, his mask, his long cloak.

Death. My death.

I feel my heart lurch and terror fill my veins.

“Oh God,” I choke out. I’m starting to cry and I can’t stop it. Feverishly weakly, I try to move—get up, or recoil, and I am not strong enough to break the shackles, I am not even strong enough to drag myself back the inch I might have been able to with them on. I can’t run from him, I can’t hide, or fight.

He steps into the room, cloak billowing behind him in the darkness, and Dies Irae starts to play.

Wrath is coming for me indeed. I can feel his hate, his rage, seeping into the room, into me. The intent to kill.

There is a corpse already slung over his shoulder, and he looks at me, then picks the limp body up off himself and sets it on the ground and moves forward. He comes for me.

“P-please,” I whisper, “No. Please. Please don’t—please.” I shut my eyes and start to shake. It’s too much; I feel myself splintering.

The footsteps stop.

Still shuddering and crying, I open my eyes again, and see he has stopped, close above me. I am staring at his shoes. I am afraid to look higher.

“Amadeus.”

I am shaken by the voice. I know it. It sounds mournful, and like a ghost itself, like the word was hard to say.

It does not sound like the man in grey should.

“What have they done to you?”

I make myself look up at him. Shock and something else I haven’t understood yet in my chest. I know the voice.

He’s looking down at me, brows knit in worry and pain. Wait.

There is no mask. He has a face. I can see his face.

I know his face.

“Salieri?” I ask. My voice is such a whisper I barely hear it, but I know he does too, because he almost smiles for just a moment, and he nods.

Salieri. Salieri—god. But then.

“You aren’t here to kill me?” I make sure, my voice shaking. I had forgotten. That he…is…

He stoops, and I shudder involuntarily. I see agony on his face in response. “Please don’t say that to me,” he begs me quietly, looking away.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, letting my eyes shut, “I’m dying. I am not very much myself.”

By way of answer, Salieri reaches down and closes his fist around one of the shackles, and it cracks and disintegrates beneath his touch. I look up and he looks back at me and smiles, a weak, weary smile.

“I knew you were here,” he tells me quietly, “I could feel it—for days now. I kept forgetting, but I knew. I’m sorry. It took so long…”

“Where are we?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” answers Salieri. He takes another shackle in his hands and shatters it carefully, “But I’m getting us out.”

Relief fills me, and I close my eyes and let out a breath. God, thank you. I can’t believe it.

“Okay,” I say, keeping my eyes shut.

I sense him move, and feel one of the shackles on my ankle beak, then he stops moving, so I look up again.

“…Can you survive?” Salieri asks me, “Without a master—how long?”

How long? I swallow, thinking. “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly in a quiet voice, thinking about that. My odds are terrible.

He flexes his fingers, agitated. It looks horrifying, because the way he is now, his gloves are like claws, and the action seems menacing, but I know him. I remember it—a little warmup, to keep blood flowing in a pianist’s hands. How little he must have changed. In spite of everything. …That…I…

…caused…

“I can do it.”

I focus on him again, confused.

“I can anchor you. A little. I can…I can pass on enough mana to keep you material until we can find a real anchor,” he says. I’m not sure if he can or not, looking at him. I’m not sure if he knows.

But he meets my gaze then, and he is determined. It’s so odd to see his eyes red now. They used to be brown—a kind of almost golden brown. Otherwise he looks very much the same, even if his hair is now more white than grey.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He holds my gaze a moment, making sure I believe him, and then he snaps the last shackle. Immediately, I feel like my little remaining energy is sucked out of me. I think I I’m going to lose consciousness…

I’m looking…at the far wall, dazedly. I…I think it’s only been seconds. I’m not sure. I did black out?

I’m…confused. My head aches, my body aches. I want to cry. I am staring at my swollen hand, so big it could never play right on a piano. Then there’s a body in my line of sight. I make my eyes shift up and focus and register Salieri is here.

Oh. Yes. He was… he…

He reaches out a hand and places it on my chest, and I feel a strange sensation, almost like something has snapped—it’s a little scary. But with it, I feel energy return. A small burst of mana.

Salieri is looking at me hopefully.

“It worked?”

I nod. “I…I think.”

I feel my body ebbing into unconsciousness again and my eyes start to shut. Salieri puts a hand out beneath my cheek and tilts my face up a little, trying to hold my consciousness.

“Easy,” he says worriedly, “Try to lay still.”

“Okay,” I whisper, remembering to not nod this time.

He lets go of me. I shut my eyes and lay still. I know he’s still there—I can sense him. I don’t know what he’s doing though. I can’t remember what he said he’d do.

I get scared. I feel like throwing up again, and I think I might. My limbs ache. Breathing hurts. I don’t remember why I’m here, or what’s going to happen. I might still die. I don’t want to. I don’t want to die alone. I…

Blindly, I move a hand, feeling for Salieri, and I find his own and limply close my fingers around his wrist like I might have the strength to keep him here.

He stops moving, and I can sense him looking at me.

“Stay with me?” I plead, forcing my weak eyes open so I can see his face.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says, and I know immediately how absolutely he means it. He puts his other hand on mine, gently, and gives me that sad, sorry, affectionate smile he has again. “Did I leave you last time?”

I smile weakly back. No, you didn’t. You stayed with me until the end. You loved me, even though I was never sure if you ever liked me.

Feeling safer, I shut my eyes again and lay still, and after a moment he lets go of my hand and returns to whatever he’s doing.

“I’m sorry,” I say through weak breaths, smiling sadly to myself at the thought, “You have to see me like this. I know it’s terrible…”

He almost laughs. There’s quiet for a moment, and then he says, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

That’s true. I looked at least this horrible the last time.

“Still,” I say tiredly. I open my eyes and look at my swollen hand, try to move my fingers. It’s agony. I feel like the water in them will burst any second, my skin feels so tight.

Salieri’s frame shifts into view again, and he slides his arms beneath my shoulders and knees and lifts me easily. I stay limp. I don’t have the energy for anything else, and this is the safest I’ve felt in a long while anyway.

After going a few feet, over closer to the door he came in by, Salieri stoops again. He lays me back on the floor but keeps my head propped up in his lap and takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and reaches down, using one hand to hold my face steady, and the other to wipe old vomit off. He moves gently. It’s almost soothing, and it feels so good to have that foul stuff coming off. I look up at his face, curious with what little energy I have left. I haven’t seen him since I died. It’s been a few hundred years, and I know what they did to him. I wasn’t exactly sure what he’d still be like. But I feel silly for having worried. He still seems to be Salieri.

Looking down, he sees me watching and smiles. “Did you really think I would care about that?” he replies to my earlier comment as he carefully cleans vomit out from along my hairline.

No, I think, smiling up weakly at him, I didn’t. You’ve seen a lot worse. And you never were the kind to.

I relax, and shut my eyes again, let myself go limp, and Salieri support my head. I know what he is. I know what they did to him. We know, often, about other spirits on the throne. A little, anyway. I knew what happened to him. In some ways I watched it happen.

I feel guilty for that, though I’m trying not to. It’s not like I wanted it to happen. I try not to think about how he must be feeling, and how painful this must be. He seems so calm right now. I can almost believe he’s not fighting back the urge to run me through on his sword.

I know he must be, though. It made him an Avenger.

But I’m not afraid of him.

You have seen worse. And I know how you handle things.

I smile to myself a little.

I …I think I’m sad.

Sad? …

“…Salieri?” I ask weakly after a moment, eyes still shut.

“Yes,” he replies.

I don’t know what I was going to say. My head is foggy again, and weak. I think I was going to say I’m sorry, but I can’t say that to him. He would hate that. I don’t want to make him think about it any more than he must already be anyway. I don’t want to think about it. Usually I’m. I’m so good…at…at ignoring this kind of thing. It must be because I’m so…feverish. That I can’t stop thinking. …But. ..I…

I open my eyes and look up at him, and I think he sees it. He must see the guilt in my eyes, at least. I am sorry—I didn’t do it, and I can’t say it, but I am. And I’m worried. I’m…

He looks sad. Swallows. Then shuts his eyes and sighs, then looks off at nothing for a moment.

“Salieri?” I say again.

He looks back down at me.

I try to move my arm again. It’s hard, and he notices and I think for a moment he will stop me, but he doesn’t, and with immense effort I drag my hand along my torso until I find his wrist again. I can’t get my arm any higher, but he lowers his hand so I can reach it. With all the frail strength I have left, I weave my fingers around his. He watches that, then looks at me, an expression on his face I wouldn’t know how to begin to describe beyond frail itself, but in a very different way.

“Thank you,” I say.

I manage a smile.

I mean a lot more. I hope he can tell. I think he can.

I. I hope he can. …

I don’t have more to give. I let my eyes shut again, and I think this time with the energy I’m losing, I might not wake up again.

That would be alright.

No, I think, He promised.

He did.

I lose track of time a little, but after a minute I feel him lift me again, and I let myself lean limp against his chest. I think it will be okay.

It doesn’t matter that he’s supposed to kill me. He told me he wouldn’t, and he has a plan, so I will probably wake up again. I’m safe.

I’m safe. That’s right.

I smile, and let my consciousness go. I’m safe now. He’s staying with me. I’ll be safe.

#fate go #fate grand order #fate go au #the kid (fic)#the kid #fate salieri #fate go salieri #fate mozart #fate go mozart #for once I'm sad I don't do my research notes on Tumblr bc this assumes some amount of reader knowledge of Antonio Salieri's existence as an #Avenger and how it relates to Mozart. I hope it is close to as enjoyable even if not. And if you don't know and want to know I am happy to #give a breakdown

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daveyjacobss · 4 years ago

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meant to be made into art

jack kelly x davey jacobs (freshman college roommates au)

summary: davey might like his new roommate more than he was expecting to.

a/n: hi @faded-dragon-flys !! i’m your secrect santa for @newsies-secret-santa !! this is being posted a little later than i wanted so i’m really sorry about that but i hope you like it!! i hope you’ve had a happy holidays and that you have a wonderful new years :)

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College was....okay. It wasn't that Davey wasn't excited to have more freedom and to finally be able to pursue his interests, but the entire experience was incredibly nerve-wracking. Classes and coursework were enough stress on their own, but the addition of living away from home for the first time in a new place with a stranger for a roommate wasn't exactly ideal. Not that his roommate wasn't fine, he was —mostly. He had a horrible sleep schedule and he was a little messy and he sometimes listened to his music too loud, but Davey had many of the same flaws. So, yeah, Davey could mostly handle Jack.

It had been a bit of a shock the second week when he had been up at an ungodly hour writing for one of his classes and Jack, who he had assumed was sleeping somewhere else for the night, had returned from one of the school's art studios splattered with paint. From the look on Jack's face, it had been a bit of a shock for him, too. But after the initial surprise had passed Jack had laughed quietly and Davey's cheeks had flushed the lightest of pinks because, oh, Jack had a really nice laugh. Davey had laughed a little, too, once he got his faint blush under control, and they had stayed up a little longer to talk before going to sleep. There were plenty of late night encounters in the following weeks, but that first one lingered in Davey's mind — the way the paint on Jack's face had accentuated his jawline, the way his smile had spread across his face so easily. His laughter had been soft but, with the quiet of the room, the sound of it had wrapped itself around Davey so firmly that he had felt it in his chest.

That happened a lot — more than he would have liked to admit. Jack would laugh, or he would sing along with his music, or he would just talk, and Davey would feel it reverberating in his chest and quickening the pace of his heart. Though, to be fair, the sped up heart rate also happened whenever Jack changed his shirt in front of Davey or walked into the room after a shower in only a towel.

So, maybe he couldn't actually handle Jack that well. Or, rather, he couldn't handle the way his face warmed every time Jack looked at him and his heart jumped in his chest anytime Jack touched him. Every time he talked to Sarah on the phone she would ask about his cute roommate, and every time without fail Davey would make a little choking noise and, if Jack was there, a swift exit. She had seen him when she was helping Davey move into his dorm, and he spent every day grateful that she hadn't gotten the chance to actually talk to him.

Sarah was better at making friends than Davey was, she always had been. Where she blossomed in social situations and could easily command a room, Davey floundered for what to say and criticized every word that came out of his own mouth. He was awkward, and people tended to give him strange looks rather than friendly smiles. Jack was the same way as Sarah, from what Davey could gather. He had plenty of friends back home and he had had no trouble making friends at their university, never eating alone in the dining hall and always having someone in each of his classes to text about assignments. Davey could understand it, the way people seemed to fawn over Jack and melt at his smile — after all, he did the same things. Jack never really brought his friends back to their dorm, though, and it warmed Davey's heart to think it was out of consideration for him.

The only real friends Davey had made since arriving on campus were Jack and a girl in his english class named Katherine, who sometimes scared him but he still adored all the same. Katherine had caught onto his growing feelings for his roommate so fast Davey had briefly wondered if she was psychic. Jack had seen them sitting together while they ate dinner and came to say hi, and Katherine had clearly not missed the way Davey had simultaneously brightened out of excitement and shrunk down out of nervousness. Thankfully, she didn't say anything until Jack had left, but then a teasing smile had spread across her face and Davey knew he was a goner.

"Don't think I didn't see that," she had said, nonchalantly flipping her hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she looked at him.

"See what?" He had asked, trying to appear as unbothered as she was. He failed miserably.

She hadn't responded, only going back to eating her salad, but she had been poking fun at him about it ever since. It didn't help that she insisted Jack had a crush on Davey, too. She would tell him about how Jack's smile was different for him and he rarely looked away from Davey when they were in the same room — but Davey just couldn't bring himself to believe it. Believing it would let in too much hope, and with too much hope came the inevitable bone crushing weight of heartbreak.

Even just the little bit of hope that had crept into his chest after Katherine's constant reassurances of Jack liking him as well left him stealing glances at his roommate while perched on his own bed and making half-assed annotations in his textbook. Sometimes he felt creepy, always watching Jack when he wasn't looking (thought he probably spent an equal amount of time averting his eyes for his own sanity), but every once in a while Jack would catch him and he would just smile — so Davey never felt too bad about it.

He watched as Jack hunched over his sketchbook, his lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed. Jack always looked breathtaking when he was concentrating on his artwork. He ended up in strange positions that looked like there was no way they could ever be comfortable, but his body was as relaxed as it was tense. Sometimes his tongue would slip out between his teeth if he got really into it, and it always made Davey smile. Jack's control over his face in general seemed to disappear when he was working on his art, every emotion clearly written in his expressions as he cycled through them. Once, Jack had brought Davey to the art studio with him so he could have company while he painted. It had been one of the smaller rooms in the art building, and they were the only ones in there. The way Jack had loosened and opened up was incredible to watch, it was like as soon as he picked up his paintbrush his whole being clicked into place and was brought into focus. The painting was beautiful, as was every piece of Jack's, but it was the painter who Davey had watched come alive in vibrant colors.

"What are you working on?" He blurted out, startling even himself as Jack looked up from his sketchbook. His roommate's face relaxed a little as his eyes fell on Davey.

"Just some warmup sketches," he answered easily. Everything Jack did seemed to come easily.

"Any particular subject?" Davey pushed his textbook off his lap, his notes forgotten in lieu of a much more important subject (Jack, of course). For a split second, he swore he saw panic flash across his friend's face.

"Not really, I just like to make sure I draw a bit everyday." He smiled at Davey, closing his sketchbook. "What class are you working on?"

"Oh, this?" Davey gestured to the several colors of highlighters and pens scattered across his bed with his textbook. "It's just stuff for my intro to philosophy course. The professor gives us, like, never-ending readings. It's nowhere near as interesting as your art." He was blushing by the time he finished talking, not having expected himself to turn his answer into praise for Jack (...again). But Jack scoffed, bringing himself and his sketchbook over to Davey's bed. He plopped down next to him and their knees knocked into each other, Davey's heart missing a beat.

"Nah, if it's interesting to you than it's cool. You don't have to downplay it or justify it to me." Jack caught Davey's eyes while he was talking, locking in so that Davey couldn't have looked away even if he wanted to (he didn't). There was something so simultaneously comforting and exposing about Jack looking right at him, all of his attention focused on Davey. He was so caught up it in that it took a second for his words to register. But, when they did, he found his chest warming and the butterflies in his stomach fluttering their wings — not the harsh, violent flapping that happened when he got anxious, but a gentle soothing rhythm that could have lulled him to sleep. Not knowing how to respond to such a warm act of reassurance, he tried to redirect the conversation.

"Can I see what you were drawing?"

It was Jack who finally broke their staring contest, dragging his eyes down to look at his sketchbook resting in his lap. He glanced between it and Davey, biting his lip.

"Tell you what, I'll show you some of these sketches if you finally let me read one of those short stories of yours for your fiction writing class, deal?"

Davey's eyes widened, feeling himself shrinking back without actually moving. He was retreating from the warmth Jack was radiating and it left him cold and regretful, but he didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he could let Jack read one his stories, let him look that deeply in Davey's mind. Sure, his professor and his classmates would read his stories for workshops to help him revise it, but this felt different. They were reading it for the sake of constructive criticism and helping him improve it, Jack would be reading it just to read it. Jack would be reading it and in doing so he'd get the biggest peek into who Davey was that he would probably ever get. Even Sarah hadn't been allowed to read his stories yet. But —

But Jack was there. Jack was sitting there in front of him on Davey's bed, offering up a part of himself, too. Davey had watched Jack paint, but he had never had the privilege to look into Jack's sketchbook. Even when he asked he had been expecting a playful dismissal, a kind brush off. Jack's other friends, Davey knew, weren't allowed to look at his sketchbook. He had confided with Davey that even his foster brother back home had only been allowed to glimpse a few pages. And if Jack was willing to show that part of himself, to reveal that to Davey, how couldn't he offer up the same in return?

"Okay," he said, looking Jack right in the eye again and watching as his lips turned upward. "Deal."

Jack grinned fully before spitting on his hand and holding it out as if for a handshake. Davey scrunched his nose as he looked down at it. "That's disgusting."

Jack laughed, pulling hand back to wipe it on his pants. "Sorry, force of habit."

Davey's phone vibrated on the bed beside him as he was giving Jack a slightly bewildered stare. He picked it up without really looking, pulling up the text notification from Sarah. His face flushed at her message, quickly putting his phone face down on the bed to make sure Jack couldn't see it. It was Jack's turn to give Davey a bewildered stare.

"You alright there?"

Davey laughed nervously. "Yeah, uh, I'm good. Sorry, it's my sister. She won't stop asking me about my cute roommate." He froze as he realized what he had said. "Uh! Her words, not mine. She won't shut up about it."

"That so?" Jack asked, smirking. He was so smug and so boyishly attractive that Davey's brain didn't even give him a second to think before he was talking again.

"Well, you know, you are." And holy shit he did not just say that. Holy shit he did not just say that. Jack's jaw dropped just slightly, but Davey was more focused on the panic making its way through his entire body and forcing even more words up his throat. "I mean—like, uh, objectively, ya know? Like, your face is, uh — it's, like, aesthetically.... pleasing?"

He wanted to die. He wanted to throw himself out the window and die. He could not believe all of that had just come out of his mouth. He continued to stutter for a few more seconds without any real words coming out, Jack's eyes still fixated on him as he blushed and fidgeted. Then, suddenly, he turned away as if to hide his face — but he didn't turn enough. Davey watched in muted shock as Jack lips spread into a broad grin.

"For what it's worth," Jack's voice was soft and gentle, slipping out from behind his smile, "I think your face is pretty aesthetically pleasing, too."

Davey's entire body shut down. Oh. Jack thought he had a nice face. Okay. Yeah, definitely not something he could handle — definitely something he would need to deal with and process when he was alone and could express the proper amount of freaking out over it.

"I actually, um—" Jack was turning back to him, opening his sketchbook to his most recent pages. "I think you have a really nice face, Davey." He held the book out to Davey and he took it with slightly trembling his hands. In front of him were two full pages populated entirely by sketches of Davey. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at them, at Jack's beautiful handiwork. He made Davey seem more breathtaking than he was, than he could ever dream of being. And, more than that, he made Davey seem like the kind of person worth paying attention to.

When he turned to look back at Jack, his gaze was softened and his mouth was stilling hanging open slightly. Jack looked like he was holding his breath, his eyes hopeful as they met Davey's.

Oh, Davey thought again. Oh.

While he had been sneaking glances at Jack, Jack had been doing the same. While he had been romanticizing every detail of Jack, Jack had been doing the exact same thing to Davey in his artwork. He made Davey feel like he was the kind of person who deserved to be romanticized, like he was the kind of person who was meant to made into art.

Oh.

Davey gently placed the sketchbook down on the bed, feeling more calm than he had since he moved into their dorm. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering, his heart was beating out his chest, his face was practically burning, and yet everything felt peaceful. Jack's eyes widened as Davey reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

But he melted into it when Davey kissed him. He grabbed at Davey, his hands scrunching up the fabric of Davey's shirt as he pulled him closer, smiling into the kiss. Davey felt like he had literally ascended to heaven, curling his fingers in Jack's hair.

When they eventually pulled away Davey's nerves returned in full force, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself. But Jack just smiled at him and kissed his forehead before lacing their hands together. And, yeah, Davey could make do with that.

"What do you say we go grab some dinner and I read one of your stories when we get back? Then we can have a movie night or something," Jack offered, standing up from the bed and pulling Davey with him.

No fear came with the idea of Jack reading his story that time, not after having seen Jack's sketchbook. Not after Jack had revealed himself so openly to Davey — it was only fair he do the same. Plus, he found that he wanted Jack to see that part of him. He wanted to know what Jack thought of his writing.

"Yeah," he smiled, squeezing Jack's hand. "That sounds good."

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lettersinscarlet · 5 years ago

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Skater Boy (Jake Webber Imagine)

Hey everyone! It’s me. I’ve been working on this for a few days and I finally got it finished! I’m bouncing back and forth between this blog and the requests I get for my other blog, but I’m finally getting back into the swing of things. Anyway, my requests are open, so you can send them in if you have them! I do the Trap House boys on this blog, but everything else I would write for on my side blog with @multi-fandom-chik as the title. So I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Request: We need more Jake content out there he makes me soft 🥺 could I possibly request something with him and reader admitting feelings for each other?

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You smiled at the boys, positioning the camera the way you wanted it to be. “Are you ready, guys?”

“You should be in the intro with us!” Corey whined, and you chuckled.

“I’m good to be behind the camera for now,” you joked. You gave them the signal as you pressed record, and they started filming the intro.

Today, you were with Sam, Colby, Jake, and Corey at an abandoned skate park. Jake had practically begged you to go with them, and you thought it would be fun to help them film. It also counted as an excuse to hang around your crush some more, so you were ready to jump at the chance.

You smiled at Jake, seeing him smile back at you.

Even though you didn’t know how to skate on a board, you figured it would be fun to help them film action shots and what not while they skated around and did whatever it is that they usually do.

You got the cue and you stopped recording, moving the camera out of it spot to look at Sam. “Alright, what’s first?” All of the boys smiled as they started spouting off a bunch of ideas for what to do first.

What they ended up deciding on was doing some warmup. You got some shots of each of them skating around the park. There were a few small falls at the beginning, but they soon got the hang of it and were getting bolder, doing a few small tricks here and there.

Because of this boldness, you soon found the predicament that you were currently in. Corey was positioned at the edge of the slope, sitting cross legged on the board. He was holding onto it in a way to make sure his fingers wouldn’t scrape the bottom. Colby was at the top with him, ready to push him in. You had the camera at the ready, waiting for Colby to push him.

“You ready, brother?” Colby asked, and Corey nodded. He closed his eyes tight, and Colby gently pushed him over. His scream filled the area as it felt like he flew down, the board taking him across the area. He started to go up the edge of the other side, before it brought him back down and sent him backwards in the direction he had just came from. He eventually slowed, and stopped, laughing so hard.

“Brothers, you gotta do this!” Corey yelled. And soon, they all decided to listen.

“Be careful, Jake!” you yelled to him, a little nervous that he would somehow fall off and hurt himself. He gave you a thumbs up with a bright smile before he secured his grip on the board and gave the signal to go.

Luckily, he stayed on the board and he was okay. You smiled at him, and he did a small bow for the camera.

“Alright guys, time to show off. Show me what you can do!” You said.

They each took turns, doing things that you were sure if you attempted, you would probably break a few bones.

“Very impressive,” you remarked after they had each done something. “Let’s raise the stakes a little, shall we?” you proposed, and you saw each of them get a little confused.

“How about a little friendly competition? To prove who’s the better skater? It’s all for the fans, of course,” you added, and you laughed as they all started arguing about who the best skater was.

Soon, they had all separated, each of them getting in a little more practice, so you decided to conduct a few “pre-contest” interviews.

“So, Colby,” you started, holding the camera up to him, “how do you feel about the competition?”

“Well, you know, I’m feeling pretty good. I think I can take these clowns down,” he answered, earning a laugh from you.

“Is there anyone you’re dedicating your performance to?” you asked.

“To my mom, and to my dog. I do it all for you guys,” he said. He blew a kiss to the camera and you laughed.

“Alright, well, good luck out there!” you called before you moved to your next interview.

“Sam, how are you feeling about the competition?”

“This is competition? It looks like a piece of cake,” he replied smoothly.

“Oh the confidence is oozing off of you,” you commented, smirking. “Is there someone you’re dedicating this performance to?”

“This one goes out to my girl. Love you, Kat!” he said to the camera.

“Alright, you’ve heard it folks. Good luck out there!” you said and moved to the next interview.

“Corey! How are you feeling about the competition?” He laughed and crossed his arms.

“I see no competition,” he replied, and you laughed.

“Then you might need some glasses! But anyway, are you dedicating your performance to someone?”

He thought for a moment before he answered. “I’m dedicating this to Super Smash Bros,” he replied, and you chuckled.

“Okay then. Good luck!” you finished before you went to the last interview.

“Jake, how are you feeling about the competition?” you asked. He smiled and shook his head.

“Looks a little fierce, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” he answered, and you laughed.

“He’s got the attitude of a champion,” you commented, making him laugh. “Is there someone special you’re dedicating your performance to?” you asked. His face flushed just a touch before he responded.

“Well, there is someone I’m hoping to win this for and make her proud,” he answered.

“Ooooo a girl? Well I hope she’s proud of your win. Good luck out there, Skater Boy!” you finished, waving at him before you went to find the best spot to film from.

It was time for the competition, and Corey was up first. He gave an incredible performance, earning a few “ooo’s” and “ah’s” from his audience. You gave him a round of applause. Next up was Sam, and while he was going, Colby looked over and noticed Jake. He walked over, nudging him in his side.

“Dude, you’re staring at (Y/N),” he observed, and Jake quickly snapped his attention to Colby.

“No I wasn’t,” he defended, but Colby shook his head.

“Brother, you totally were,” he insisted, and Jake sighed. Colby waited for a moment before he connected the dots. “You like her, don’t you?”

“No!” Jake refused, but the smile he was trying to hide gave him away.

“Yes, you do!” Colby argued. “You should tell her.”

“What? I can’t do that,” he said, turning back to look at you. “It would be embarrassing.”

“So what are you going to do? Sit here and pine after her forever?”

“That’s the plan,” Jake answered, and Colby chuckled.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, and returned to watch the rest of Sam’s turn.

Jake was up next, trying his best to out do the people before him. He did twists and turns and jumps, having fun as he went. When he was finished, he got a lot of whistles and claps and cheers. He smiled, quickly glancing to you before he moved to watch Colby go.

Colby finished up the competition, putting a little razzle-dazzle to impress the audience. It was a nice ending to the friendly little competition.

“(Y/N), did you want to join in the competition?” Colby asked, and your eyes grew wide.

“Me? No,” you said, backing up.

“What? It’ll be fun! Come on, Jake will teach you,” he continued. Jake shot Colby a look that you didn’t see, but Colby just shrugged. You climbed down to the bottom with him and Jake joined you.

“I’m only going from here to there,” you said, pointing across the flat part. He chuckled but nodded. Colby held his hand out and you gave him the camera. He moved away so that way you and Jake would have enough room.

“First, you need a helmet,” Jake instructed, taking his off and putting it on your head. “Because knowing you, you might fall and bust your head open,” he joked. You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. “I think we’re good without the extra stuff because you’re just going a short distance.” Then, he moved the board so it was in between you and him, and looked up at you. “Okay, I’m going to help you get on.” He spent some time, telling you how to get on it.

“Woah!” you shouted, feeling the board wobble. Your grip on his shoulders tightened and he held you securely by your sides.

“Hey, you’re okay, it’s gonna roll because it has wheels,” he reassured you. You both stood still for a moment, before you nodded.

“Bend your knees slightly, so that it’ll be easier to deal with the motion,” he told you. You did as he said, bending your knees just a little. “Now, I’m going to walk with you, and you’re gonna move,” he said. You nodded, telling him you were ready.

Ever so slowly, he started walking, and sure enough, the board moved. You jolted just a bit, before tightening your hold on Jake. “Don’t let go,” you rushed out, and he grinned.

“I won’t let go yet,” he said, and you nodded. He walked super slowly with you, the both of you barely moving a few feet.

“I’m going to give you a small push, and you’re going to move by yourself.”

“Jake, I don’t think I-“

“Don’t worry. Just bend your knees, and hold your arms out if you need to balance,” he instructed. You nodded. “Ready?” he asked, and you told him yes. He gave you a small push, making you move a little faster then earlier. It eventually rolled to a stop, and you turned to smile at Jake.

“I did it!” you cheered, and then your legs locked as you wobbled a little. Jake chuckled and walked the entire six steps it took to get to you. “I’m going to push you back the other way now, alright?” You smiled a big smile at him, and he grinned. He put his hands on your side, and gave you a little bit harder of a push, sending you a tiny bit faster than you were going earlier. This time, you were less nervous, and you laughed as you finally came to your stop.

Jake walked up to your side, gently bringing his hands up to steady you. “Let me help you down,” he offered. He held onto you and brought you down off the board, almost melting at the sight of your smile. Did you have to be so adorable?

“Ta-da!” you shouted, doing jazz hands. Everyone laughed, and you did a bow. “I think it’s time to start wrapping things up. Did you guys have any final tricks you wanted to do?”

Each of the boys did a few more special moves before it was time to wrap things up. You all moved back to the location you started from, and you set up the camera the way you wanted it to be. You gave the boys the queue, and Sam started the outro.

“So, that’s going to be all for this video. I think we all clearly know who the winner was...” he trailed, and the boys started doing a drumroll. “(Y/N)! Her killer moves were enough to impress everyone!” You quickly turned the camera around and waved before turning it back to the guys. “Seriously comment down below who you think did the best in our contest. See you guys next time!” Each of the boys gave their own personal goodbye and you cut off the camera.

Everyone else was busy, and you were looking at the footage you had caught that day. Colby poked Jake and clapped him on the shoulder. “Jake, go talk to her!” He sort of pushed him, causing him to trip, but Jake regained his balance and suddenly he was in front of you.

“Hey,” he greeted you awkwardly, and you giggled.

“Hey,” you repeated. “Thank you for teaching me to skate, even if I didn’t technically skate. Even thought I looked dumb, I had a lot of fun.”

“You didn’t look dumb. You looked cute,” he blurted out, and his face turned pink.

“You think I was cute?” you asked, and it was like Jake couldn’t control what was coming out of his mouth.

“I always think you’re cute,” he replied, and his eyes were wider by the second. You chuckled again, and you gave him a big smile.

“I think you’re cute, too,” you responded, and now you were both blushing.

“C-can I tell you something?” he asked hurriedly. You nodded, smiling up at him, and it seemed like his heart was skipping beats. “Listen, I like you. Like I really like you. I think you are the most amazing human being I’ve ever seen. I was wondering if maybe you-“ he paused, trying to find the right words, but failing. “Would you like- i mean you could-“

You leaned up, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. He stopped fumbling with his words, instead falling completely silent. “I would love to start dating you, Jake.” You heard some cheering in the background. You looked over and saw the rest of your friend group, cheering you guys on. You smiled before you linked arms with Jake.

“Ready to go?” you asked, and he nodded.

You were sitting in the backseat with Jake, your head on his shoulder, his hand in your hand. You were smiling, your eyes closed, and suddenly the song came on, and it tied the moment together.

“He’s just a boy, and I’m just a girl.

Can I make it anymore obvious?

We are in love, haven’t you heard?

How we rock each other’s worlds.

I’m with the skater boy, I said ‘see you later boy

I’ll be backstage after the show’

I’ll be at the studio, singing that song we wrote

About a girl he used to know.”

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toplinetommy · 5 years ago

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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part One) - Tyson Jost

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Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Word Count: 3.5k

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January 2017 – University of North Dakota

It was your senior year at NoDak, and you couldn’t believe that you had somehow made it through nearly four years of school already. You of course had the help from your roommates who doubled as your best friends, and the hockey team to keep you sane from everything that comes with being a student studying purchasing management. If you were told freshman year you would be buddy-buddy with any D1 sports team, you would’ve laughed.

That’s kind of how you ended up where you were today: a student-athlete tutor. You were a marketing major, loving it so much and needing some extra money, you had decided to tutor the first level econ and marketing classes when you were a second-semester sophomore.

You were in the middle of tutoring a few of the guys that were all enrolled in Intro to Economics when a guy you had never seen came barreling in the room.

“Hey, Boes, do you know when the bus leaves tomorrow? I didn’t write it down and no one sent it in the group chat.” The curly headed brunette spoke. You figured he was on the team with what he said combined with the green UND hockey shirt he wore.

“Uhh 10:30, and don’t be late you saw what happened to Cam last week.” The blonde in front of you chirped. The brunette scoffed as he rolled his eyes, exiting the room just as quickly as he entered.

“Who was that?” you ask the guys surrounding you, bringing your Yeti to your lips for a sip of water.

“Why, you think he’s cute?” Brock smirked, causing both Tucker and Andrew to laugh. He was one of the guys you had been tutoring since freshman year, so you had a closer bond to him then some of the other guys on the team.

His chirp had you choking on the last bit of water in your mouth, “What! I can’t just ask who a guy I’ve never seen before is?”

“Name’s Tyson, he’s a freshman from Canada.” You nodded, noticing the slight accent he had when he spoke earlier. “I think he’s only here for the year though, he was a top 10 pick in the draft.”

At that, the boys all went back to taking their notes and working on their case studies as the new boy’s face stuck in your mind for a few more minutes.

“By the way, are you coming to our next home game? It’s next Friday.” Tucker said as he put his laptop into his backpack. “I’ll even let you wear my alternate jersey.”

You laughed at this, the boys always making jokes on who’s jersey you got to wear whenever you went to games. “Only if you finish your econ stuff before then.” He agrees, and you and the boys all make your way out of the common room.

A knock on your front door startles you as you eat your sandwich, and before you can get up to go see who it is, Tucker is walking into your apartment, green sweater in hand.

“Okay, so I might not have washed my jerseys still, so here’s a different one.” He admits, tossing the sweater in your general direction. You unfold the jersey seeing the number 17 stitched onto the sleeves and the name Jost on the back.

“Tuck, I literally have no idea who’s jersey this is?”

“Oh! It’s Josty’s, the freshman. We’re also playing a prank on all the new guys tonight so we stole all of their green jerseys so they think they're missing.” The brunette in front of you laughs to himself. You agree to wear it, only because you don’t really have anything else to wear and you’d thought entertaining this so-called prank would do no harm.

It’s a few hours later and the mystery-man’s jersey looks like it was made to fit you with how it drapes over your shoulders. You’re sitting with two of your roommates that you had to drag along as well as one of their boyfriend’s. One of the many perks about going to a school like North Dakota was that there was one sport everyone bonded over: ice hockey.

Warmups had just started and you finally spot #17 on the ice and that’s when it hits you. Jost. Tyson Jost. Number 17. The freshman, the guy that you had met for the first time just a few days prior. The guy that you thought was kind of cute. No scratch that, not kind of, but definitely cute.

“Dude, Allison,” You nudge your roommates shoulder. “I don’t think the team is playing a prank on the freshies, I think Tuck is playing a prank on me.”

Allison quirks her eyebrows in confusion, urging you to keep talking. “If they were gonna steal their jerseys why would they hand them out to people and not just hide them?” You groan, and Allison doesn’t think too much of it, not knowing the ins and outs of the team like you do.

The game ends with a win, the arena shaking with excitement. You knew the boys would be excited with the win, especially coming after a tough loss earlier in the week.

You and your friends make your way back home and you text the group chat you’re in with the guys you tutor letting them know they played great.

Dumb Jocks + 1 Y/N: great game guys 🤩 *Brock loved the message* Andrew: thanks y/n! Andrew: also party at the house 10pm Y/N: might drag the roomies and make an appearance. and tuck, im ripping you a new one when i see you Tucky: just for that i decided its going to be a jersey party 😈 *Brock laughed at the message*

It’s two hours later when you walk through the front door of the NoDak hockey house. You were probably one of the handful of people there that actually spend time there both sober and when the sun is shining. This gives you much more confidence navigating your way through to the back of the living room, finding the small group of guys you actually know on the team.

The group consisting of Tucker, Andrew, Brock, and Johnny, cheers as you approach them. You walk straight up to Tucker, giving him a hard clap on the shoulder to say hi to him. “Hey, Tucky, you gotta real nice jersey on you there.” You chirp, gesturing to his Drew Doughty jersey. “It’s almost like you play hockey or something.”

Tucker shakes your hand that’s still resting on his shoulder off and points it back towards you. “I think the real story here, bud, is the jersey you’re rocking tonight.” You hadn’t bothered changing out of the green sweater between the game and now, opting to show school spirit. Besides, how often did you get to wear a player’s jersey, right?

You roll your eyes as the other boys look to see the commotion between you and Tucker. The boys snicker at the sight of you two upon seeing the green #17 sweater still adorning your body.

“Tucky, I didn’t know you actually got her to wear it!” Brock emphasized, going into to dap up his teammate. Your head snapped towards the blonde, shooting him, as well as the other boys all a glare.

“Anyways, I’m here to get drunk and win some flip cup, not be patronized by a bunch of dumb jocks.” You joke, looking over your shoulder to see where your other friends went. You say your goodbyes, letting them know you’ll see them around throughout the night.

You’re standing near the staircase with your friends, about halfway done with your third drink when the freshman brunette walks up to your group.

“So that’s where my alternate jersey went, eh?”

You scoffed into your cup, your friends laughing at the confrontation. “Yeah, I guess so.”

An awkward silence falls over your small group, the unintended snarkiness of your tone being felt by everyone. Your few friends leave the two of you, mentioning that they needed refills.

“Sorry about the jersey. I can wash it tomorrow and bring it the next time I tutor the guys.”

Tyson leans against the wall across from you, “It’s no problem. I don’t think we wear them again until next month anyways.”

Silence falls between the two of you again, the one common denominator between the two of you being the jersey hanging over your shoulders.

“So, uh, what do you tutor the guys in?” Tyson pipes up, hiding his expression behind the Bud Light in his hand, bringing it to his lips for a swig.

“Mainly econ, but I help some of the guys in specific classes depending on their major. Like, Johnny and Tucker, for example. They’re both in finance and econ, and I’ve taken a lot of those classes.”

“You’re an econ major then?”

“Oh, no,” you laugh. “My minor is econ, but I’m a marketing major. What about you? Have you decided on a major yet?”

The question pulls a laugh out of Tyson, confusing you. “Yeah, I’m pre-athletic training, but I don’t see myself finishing that out.”

You swallow the rest of your drink and decide to chirp him a bit, “What? Too big of some hockey hot-shot to get a degree?”

That comment elicits another laugh from the Canadian in front of you, and that’s when you decide you could definitely get used to hearing that sound.

He gets ready to answer when Tucker yells at the both of you from the kitchen, “Josty! y/n! We’re about to start flip cup, let’s go!”

Tyson chugs the rest of his beer before setting it on a nearby table and grabbing another one from the case in the fridge. He takes a spot across from you on the other side of the table as you guys jump into the game.

As the games continue, your level of sobriety starts to deteriorate and a light dizziness falls over your body. The current game of flip cup being played is elimination style and your team had lost, the other team electing to have you kicked off your team.

You move to the side, leaning against the kitchen counter to continue watching the game unfold in front of you. You pulled out your phone, trying to figure out where some of your group had disappeared to, seeing that one of them had already left to go hookup with one of her usual hookups.

You start to type back to her, letting her know that you’ll text her when you’re home when you feel a presence next to you. Turning your head to the side you see Tyson reappearing next to you.

He notices the mix of drunkness and tiredness on your face, asking if you were all good. You nod your head, going to scratch the discomfort you feel at the back of your left elbow. “I think I’m getting ready to go home soon, just trying to make sure my friends and I all leave at the same time.”

Tyson nods, tight-lipped, and offers to help you find them. As you walk around the house gathering your friends, the discomfort on your elbow only grows.

April 2017 – University of North Dakota

You’re standing in your apartment, waiting around on Tucker and Brock to come pick you up before the banquet, staring yourself down in the mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. You get dressed up often, but never quite this dressed up and your nerves are getting the best of you. You don’t think anything can prepare yourself for the dinner you’re about to go to: the North Dakota men’s hockey senior banquet.

As you put your earrings in, you hear a knock on the front door and the boys shouting that they were here. You yell back that you were coming, heading to the kitchen to grab your flask and purse.

“You excited for your first hockey banquet?” Tucker yelled into the kitchen. You had known him for the past two years, regularly tutoring him, and over the course of those years he had somehow become one of your best friends.

Walking out into the living room, where the two boys were sitting, you let them know that you were excited and ready to go.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you were such a rocket.” Brock whistles. You roll your eyes at them, but specifically him, and gesture towards the door.

You sit with Tucker and some of the other guys you know from tutoring, and get through dinner barely speaking a word due to all of the speeches being made. The dinner was good, it was a nice break from your cooking and the fast-food you were used to eating on a regular basis.

You got more involved in the conversations as the seniors got to make speeches, asking Tucker what some of the inside jokes and chirps were all about. Lots of laughter and snuck-in alcohol later, the boys and their dates were ready for their bar crawl.

Your large group walks into to the first bar, the boys going straight up to the bar to get drinks as no-one really pregamed. The group ends up all back together for the first bit, taking over one of the front corners of the balcony that overlooks the rest of the bar. You guys were clearly over dressed for the dive bar located right off of campus with all the guys in suits and ties and the girls in dresses and heels, whereas everyone else was dressed for the cold April weather.

Tucker finally makes his way back to you, two drinks in his hand, as he hands one over to you. You thank him loudly and quickly jump into conversation.

“You sad I’m leaving you guys soon?” You yell, with a wide smile on your face. Tucker, Andrew, Brock and Johnny all laugh at you. You were the oldest of the group, as everyone else was either a junior or younger.

“I’ll be sad not being here, but I won’t be sad that I’m finally done with school.” Brock admits, to which he earns a few eye rolls from the other guys. Both Andrew and Johnny weren’t really on a clear cut path to the NHL, instead just playing for the fun of it at this level.

The conversations start to slow down in the group as the music gets louder and more drinks are consumed. Tucker and Brock get pulled away by some of the other guys for a little bit, leaving you alone with some of the girls as well as Andrew and Johnny.

You’re in the middle of a story being told when you hear Brock and Tucker’s booming laughter not too far away from you. When you turn to look at them, they’re standing with Tyson, who looks as if he’s speaking into both of their ears so they can hear him properly. Tucker is grasping his chest as he spots you looking at him, causing him to only laugh harder.

A light flush falls on your cheeks, confused as to why the sight of you makes him laugh more. You put your straw in your mouth, biting down on it as a nervous habit, and look down at your dress making sure nothing was spilled on you.

When you look up again, Tucker is no longer where he was standing and his voice startles you as he appears next to you. “You will never believe what just happened,” he starts, a hint of laughter still laced in his tone. “Tyson just asked me if we were together.”

The accusation makes you laugh, too, the both of you starting to lose your breath at the crazy thought. The both of you had become such good friends over the past 18 months that he was more like a brother than anything else.

The laughter dies down, and a realization hits you. “Why the fuck did he want to know if we’re dating?”

“I think the kid thinks you’re cute.” Tucker smirks, raising his eyebrows before downing the rest of his drink.

Your face flushes again, and as you finally go to respond to the statement you see the culprit of the previous conversation heading your way. Turning to your friend for an escape, you see that he has made himself seemingly disappear into the crowd. By the time you spot the tall brunette he’s out on the dancefloor talking to some girl.

You turn back around, trying to find someone new to start a conversation with when there’s a tap on your shoulder. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Tyson finally made his way over to you.

In light of the new information Tucker has given you, you sheepishly greet the freshman in front of you. His just as shy response gives you a little boost of confidence and you decide to mess with him a little. “Aren’t you a little too young to get into American bars?”

“Perks of my status, I guess.” He shrugs with a hint of cockiness in his tone, a new found confidence showing on his face.

“Oh, the big-shot Canadian hockey player status?”

He laughs pointedly “that’s the one.”

You were trying to figure out how to articulate your words about what he was laughing about with Tucker earlier in the night, when a wet substance pours down your back. Your jaw drops open, shoulders shrugging in both shock and discomfort. The back of your light blue dress is completely and noticeably soaking wet.

Tyson watches everything unfold in front of him. He watches your bright eyes and smiling cheeks do a complete 180 into a scowl. You whip around to whoever spilled their drink on you, ready to give them a piece of your mind. As you open your mouth, getting ready to tell the guy off that he hadn't noticed what he had just done, a large hand wraps around your stomach pulling you back.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. He’s probably plastered and didn’t mean to spill.” Tyson assures lowly into your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand straight up. The hand not holding your drink goes to hold where Tyson’s hand is placed on your stomach, using his warmth to bring you back down to earth.

You take a deep breath and try to swallow your embarrassment before turning back towards him. You rest wrap your hands around his biceps as he continues to rest his free hand on the small of your back. Looking back up at him only makes you feel embarrassed again, realizing he’s touching the gross substance that was dumped all over you.

“I want to leave.” You let out in a whisper.

“You sure? We can find the other guys and stay if you want and try to have a good rest of the night. I don’t think anyone will care.” Tyson says, caution laced in his soft tone.

Shutting your eyes and tightening your grip on him, you continue, “I care and I just want to go home and shower.” You turn out of his grip for a moment to try and spot either Tucker or Brock in the crowd. You find them rather quickly, both with girls, causing you to sign heavily. “I’m going to call an Uber.”

You start to walk away towards the door but Tyson catches up to you quickly. Grabbing your hand he pulls you back into him slightly. “I had two beers, y/n, I can drive you back.”

You nod your head and thank him for the offer, leading him out of the bar and towards the parking lot. You follow him to his car and as you get to your door, he opens it for you. You thank him and he runs over to the driver’s side, jumps into the driver’s seat, starts the car, and turns the radio down.

His car finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, and you lift your head from the car window to turn to him. “Thank you for driving me, I really appreciate it. Sorry you had to miss out on the senior bar crawl for this.”

“It’s no problem, at all. I would’ve wanted to leave under those circumstances, too.” He admits. You give him an awkward tight lipped smile to say goodbye as you hop out of the car. As you open your front door you turn back to wave at him, yelling another thank you.

When you’re in the shower a little while later, you can’t seem to shake the comfort you felt when he pulled you away from the guy that had spilled his drink on you. Smiling to yourself, you turn the water off, dry off and put lotion on your elbows noticing how dry and itchy they both were towards the end of the night.

#tyson jost imagine #nhl imagine #tyson jost #alex writes #ybtmastm fic

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shadow-djinni · 4 years ago

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may we hear more about your dnd kids Blz

okay anon, just remember: you asked for this

so, a little context. Aldin and Cal are from a, now sadly defunct, Legend of Zelda homebrew campaign a gang of my friends and I were playing (defunct owing to a change in DMs and then schedules falling apart). this campaign was set circa Age of Calamity, during the warmup to shit actually hitting the fan.

we, of course, completely derailed that plot, but I'm putting the cart before the horse.

the party is as follows:

my girl Aldin, a Gerudo sorcerer and molduga huntress from the deep desert, the resident powerhouse

Na'ila, Gerudo bard and emissary of the Spirit Temple, an absolute sweetheart

Olo, our Zora rogue, a charming but impulsive flirt

Ciel, a Korok fairy scion (homebrewed class, effectively a warlock of a great fairy) and the party's baby

and Broth, Goron cleric of Din, Team Dad and resident pacifist

now, we'd spent the first three sessions basically just dicking around Central Hyrule, participating in a horse race (we came in third), generally having a fabulous time of things and getting a handle on dnd, because most of us were newer players.

and then the fourth session happens. and one of the players (Ciel's) is guest DM'ing to give our main DM a break to plan some stuff. so we started that day at a stable, and wound up agreeing to assist a Sheikah Guardian technician (Landy) in getting down to a Zonai temple in Faron—she got a letter from her brother, who was on an archaeological dig there, requesting her help with an artifact he'd found. we of course agreed, because the party is largely composed of good-hearted altruists, and set off for Faron.

and we get down there, and the stable nearest the temple (Highland Stable) has been torched, and everyone in it killed, and the lizalfos looting the burned-out shell claim that the thing that did it came from the ruin half a day's travel from there.

aka the ruin we're going to.

so we get there, and the place is trashed and most of the people in the party Landy's brother was with are redeads so we have to put them down, and the sole survivor—Landy's brother, Cal—is down in the lower level of this temple with a couple of corpses, obviously having a terrible time of things and clutching a bone, which he claimed to have used to fend them off long enough to get down there and shut the door, locking himself in.

so we tell him to head back up while we figure out what the hell we're doing, and then one of the bodies down there reanimates as a redead and its screaming knocks out half the party, so

I need you to picture this:

Aldin, the strongest member of the party, scoops up Landy and Na'ila, slings one over each shoulder, and makes her way for the staircase while Broth and Olo deal with the redead. she enters the staircase, turns, and looks up, and Cal is busy whaling on Landy's little Guardian scout, Tipsy, with the bone. we very rapidly put two and two together—Cal is responsible for the whole mess, and we need to stop him, or we're done for.

now, by this point Aldin had an established pattern—she hits first, and she hits like a godhammer, and anything that survives that first blow had better put her down fast because it won't survive a second one.

and she refused to lay a hand on Cal. she terrified him into dropping the bone and we knocked him out and broke the damn thing instead.

as it turns out, the bone was cursed and Cal was under a compulsion to kill people, revive some of them as redeads, and...uh, commit some light cannibalism. and even though he's now freed from that, he's hearing a voice in his head from something calling itself "the First", which recognizes Aldin—because she had an encounter with something in a tomb out in the deep desert as a teenager. something that left a mark on her, in much the same way as Cal is now marked.

anyway, a dozen sessions later the truth comes out: Cal is a former Yiga blademaster on the run from the organization, trying to get to the bone before they could. Aldin is a vessel for the power of the Calamity itself, chosen to kill Link and Zelda before they can prevent its coming.

as to character dynamics:

Cal hates himself. he blames himself for not being able to resist the compulsion, he hates himself for killing his companions and putting Landy in danger, he's lost nearly everything—and is willing to risk what little he has left for Aldin, who is the only person who understands what he's been through and has been there to support him the entire way. Aldin loves him back fiercely, and is determined to give him the shelter she needed and didn't get after her Incident—even if that means fighting a god with her bare hands. they're like, peak mutual "not to me, not if it's you" energy, they're wildly in love, they snark at shit and cause problems together and Aldin flirts with Cal outrageously just to fluster him, and if they don't manage to destroy the world they might just be able to save it.

anyway, the campaign might be defunct but I'm stealing the ship and the core of the plot and attempting to file the serial numbers off and write something original with it, and in the meantime I'm subjecting all of you to art. and maybe fic excerpts if anyone's interested.

#loz ocs #dnd #apocalypse bisexuals #aldin #cal #this is....the shortest writeup i can manage lmao #also for bonus points: theyre both bi and both arguably gnc #and cal loves aldin BECAUSE shes a big strong butch gal who could snap him like a toothpick #and aldin loves cal because hes a prickly snarky little thing who lets his walls down for her #and im fucking obsessed with them

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hockeytrashgoblin · 4 years ago

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Ice Cold ~Part 7

A/N: Hi everyone here is the next part. Sorry I’ve been working a lot the past three days but starting Monday I have 5 days off so you are about to actually be bombarded with content lol Enjoy!

I got off the subway at Union station and quickly found Amy before heading to the arena.

"Hey are you okay? You seem really quiet."

"William has just really pissed me off that's all."

"That's so shitty, what did he do?" She asked as we walked into the back halls to get to our stuff.

"I'll tell you about it later. I don't want people to hear me talk about him in a negative way." I whispered.

"Fair enough. Oh! Not to make your day any worse but Peter is going to be here too."

"Uuuugh why?" I whined, throwing my head back.

"He's got an article to write about Auston. I don't know details but I do know he's going to be wandering around the arena until the end of the game."

"Gross."

"Let's go where we need to be for warmups and just ignore Peter alright?"

"Fine. I might lose it though. I haven't talked to him since our little fight about William."

"Does William know about that?"

"Yeah I told him. He doesn't like Peter at all."

"Can't really blame him, all the shit he talks in his articles."

"He's a tabloid writer not a journalist." I said rolling my eyes opening a door that led to the empty space behind the boards. Once we were set up and taking pictures of the boys Amy brought up Will again.

"You gonna tell me what he did now that we're relatively alone?"

"He just said some shit that really upset me."

"Like what?"

"He said he doesn't trust me. He was keeping a huge secret from me and he told me. Now Auston has it in Wills head that I'm going to tell everyone the secret. Like tell you and Peter. As if. It's not my secret to tell and no one's getting hurt or in danger so I have no reason to break that trust but he doesn't even have it for me in the first place."

"That's such a shitty thing for Auston to do and for William to say! Who do they think you are exactly? Because I haven't known you any longer than they have and I know you'd never share secrets that weren't yours."

"Auston just fucking hates me for no reason. I never did anything to him and won't ever do anything to him. Or any of them. He just won't see reason at all."

"That's shitty that he can't accept that you love William and wouldn't hurt him."

"Wait how'd you know that?"

"What that you love him?" I nodded and she laughed. "Oh darling, everybody sees how you look at him. Have you told him yet?"

"Yeah I did last night. He said it back but then everything went shitty this morning."

"That's good that he loves you too!"

"But does he though?" I asked sadly, looking at him skate past. He had a frown on his face when he saw me. "If he really loved me wouldn't he trust me?"

"I would say yes but I can't deny the way he looks at you either. I think he does love you, he just listens to Auston too much."

"That could be. I'm just so frustrated. He didn't want to fuck without sharing all his secrets I wanted the same thing but now I don't know if I should even tell him mine. If he can't trust me how do I know I can trust him?"

"If it's the secret I'm thinking of?" I nodded. "Then you'll have to tell him if this is going to work. That was an awful thing that happened to you and he needs to know what hurts you and what triggers your pain about it."

"I know that you're right I'm just so sad and salty right now."

"You have every reason to be. He's being a fucking idiot."

"Who's being an idiot?" Peter asked coming up swinging arms over both our shoulders. I pushed his arm off.

"Kasperi is bothering Freddie." Amy said casually.

"Ah gotcha. Sounded like you were talking about someone else."

"What's it matter?" I said in a snarky voice. "Need something juicy for your next story?"

"Look, you misunderstood what I meant that day."

"Sure."

"(Y/n) come on."

"No. I'm trying to do my job here Peter."

I ignored them both for a while and took a lot of pictures. Probably over 600 during the game. Peter didn't leave at all, just stared at me the whole time. We all walked together to the locker room once they were done showering and changing. Amy was supposed to film the interview with Auston and since I was her partner I had to come too but I really didn't want to. I didn't want to face Auston or William.

Once we got there, there was a lot of people in the room. Players, security, and press mostly. I was very out of place and nervous in this room until I saw Mitch come in and sit down. I walked over to him.

"Smile Mitchy!" I said holding up my camera and snapping a picture.

"No fair I wasn't ready!" He said making me laugh. "Stop giggling, I probably look so ugly."

"No you don't but I'll take another if you want?"

"Okay good. Get my good side this time." He said posing with a serious look.

"Love, all your sides are good and you know it." He laughed and I snapped the picture. "Congrats on the win."

"You don't mean that."

"Sure I do. You're my friend, I'm proud of you for playing so good."

"Us winning was all you and Peter."

"What do you mean?"

"Auston was angry that you didn't tell them. William is angry mostly with himself but now is also angry you're keeping something from him, don't know he loves you, and that Peter was with you the whole time."

"But how did that help?"

"The angrier they are the less they hold back the power they have."

"I don't want William to be angry with me."

"I know."

"Is he gonna confront me about it?"

"He's planning on it, yes."

"Mitchy..?"

"Yeah?"

"Does he really love me? I know you don't want to butt in too much but please?"

"He does. He loves you more than anything I've ever experienced. You better go see Amy, she thinks she lost you. Or that you ran away."

"Okay I'll go, but we're talking about this later mister." I said pointing as I left making him laugh.

"Hey (y/n)!"

"Hi Kappy! Good game." I said giving finger guns as I walked up to Amy. "Hey Mitch said it looked like you were looking for me."

"I was! You just disappeared and I know how you are with crowds and your feelings.. I got worried."

"I'm okay, I promise. I just went to say hi to Mitch."

"Friends with everyone huh?" Peter asked with a weird emphasis on 'friends'.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It's just funny that you're friends with so many different hockey players. You think you'd stick to just one whatever he is."

"Look you ass, who those boys are to me has literally nothing to do with you. And you're not going to trick me into telling you my relationships with them so stop being manipulative. My life isn't a fucking article for you to cover and tell the world."

"(Y/n) listen." He said sighing, realizing he couldn't trick me into talking. "Let me take you out to dinner and we can clear this whole mess up. We can go wherever you want. How does that sound?"

"Um..I uh..Peter I um.."

"She's actually coming out with us tonight." William said, interrupting my blabbering.

"She could've said that."

"You're making her uncomfortable."

"William stop." I muttered quietly.

"I'm trying to fix that William. Trying to explain myself."

"Cornering and manipulating her to feel bad and share things she doesn't want to doesn't seem like an explanation to me."

"Good thing I'm not trying to explain to you then isn't it?"

"Guess so."

"Guys you're acting like fucking children. Peter let's go. We need to head to the office to upload the interview footage." Amy said rolling her eyes at them.

"Do I have to come too?"

"Nope. Just take the camera card home and store your pictures on the hard drive. Cameras stay here since we're coming back tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." She hugged me tight and whispered, "talk to him."

"I will." We broke apart. "I'll see you tomorrow. Message me when you're home."

"Will do. You message me too. I don't care how late or where just let me know you're safe."

"Okay I will. Bye."

"See ya!" She said pulling a pouting Peter out by his arm.

"Thanks." I said quietly to William.

"You don't have to thank me baby." He said finally relaxing his body language and kissing my forehead. "Do you want to come out with us? Or would you feel better at home?"

"What would be better for everyone? For you?"

"For me better would be you with me."

"But it would be better for Auston if I stayed away."

"(Y/n)-"

"No. I get it Will. Auston is never going to be okay with me. Go have fun and celebrate with the boys. I don't want to make things harder on anyone. I've never wanted that."

"You don't make things harder. I promise. The rest of them love you and want you around more. It's just Auston's stubbornness that's an issue."

"But I don't want to create an issue."

"Do you want to come out with us? With me?"

"Of course I do I just-"

"No. No, you're coming then. If you want to come you're coming."

"Okay.."

"Kappy would love to drink with you. I think you'd enjoy it too. He's pretty fun."

"That sounds fun."

"Let's get out of here. We can meet the boys there."

"Okay sounds good." I smiled at him before he lead the way out of the building. It was lightly snowing outside and I shivered as he held my hand.

"Sorry did I make it worse?"

"No, give me back your hand. It's the least you can do after how shitty you made me feel all day today."

"Darling I'm so sorry."

"William you know I would never hurt you guys like that. You know. You had Morgan confirm. You had Mitch reading my mind and still. Still! You didn't trust me at all. I don't know why you told me in the first place if you were gonna regret it like this."

"I don't regret it. I don't want secrets. I feel so much better that I can be myself and not worry about how human I seem."

"All I want is for you to trust me and be that comfortable around me. It really hurt that you didn't trust me. That you'd believe Auston over Morgan, Mitch, and I."

"I promise you right now, that will never happen again (y/n). I'm willing to prove it to you every day. I will believe everything you say and do here on out no matter what. Unless it's something dumb like saying you're fine when I know you're not."

"Alright sounds fair." I said smiling pulling him down for a kiss. It was a soft sweet kiss.

"I have to ask you something about what you said to Amy."

"Oh God okay what is it?" He stopped our walking again and held my face in his hands.

"Do you really doubt my feelings for you? You think I don't love you?" He asked in his warm murmur liquidy brain voice.

"Sometimes." I said honestly. "It just seems like some kind of dream I'm going to wake up from any second. Like you're going to realize how much better you can do and leave."

"My sweetheart, who on earth made you think you were so hard to love? Loving you has been the easiest and most natural thing I've ever done. I adore you (y/n)."

"I love you." I said getting teary eyed.

"Why are you crying?"

"No one has ever made me feel like this before. I've never felt this wanted when sex isn't involved."

"Darling you are so much more than that and I intend to show it everyday even when sex is involved."

"So you do want that with me? Like sex I mean?"

"(Y/n) of course I do! Why would you think otherwise?"

"I don't know how it works with you guys."

"It works exactly the same. And baby?"

"Yes?" I asked before he lightly pushed me against a building making me gasp.

"I may be a vampire, but I'm still a man and you my love, are so sexy." He whispered, kissing my neck making me shiver in pleasure. He stepped away and took my hand making us walk again.

"God Will, you can't just do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because now I fucking want you that's why not. Because I have to go sit and try to not think about it so Mitch doesn't see what I'm thinking."

"Kind of lame that Mitch gets to see your fantasies and I don't."

"That is not my fault. I can't control who sees my brain."

"I know I'm just jealous."

"Well don't be. You'll see soon enough."

"You'll have to tell me your secret first though." He said making my face drop.

"You didn't forget about that huh?"

"Not a chance. Why would you keep something from me? Especially something that seems so bad."

"Because it is so bad. Like really bad. I don't usually tell guys about it unless I don't have a choice."

"Oh darling that's awful. I don't want to force you into telling me."

"You're not. You can ask Amy, I was planning on telling you."

"How come Amy knows?"

"It's easier to share trauma with girls who understand. Even if things haven't happened to them they get the danger and the fear. It's just a lot easier."

"I can respect that."

"I just don't want you to see me as lesser."

"I will never see you that way. I promise." He squeezed my hand a little before stopping in front of a club. "We're here. Do you still wanna go in?"

"Yeah of course, it's time to celebrate!"

"We could celebrate at my place if you'd prefer?"

"No I was excited to do this.. do you not want me to?"

"Babygirl no, I do want you to. I just also want you to myself." He said, pulling me close to him by my hips.

"I could stay the night if you want?"

"I would definitely enjoy that." He said with a smirk.

"Alright deal. Let's go in. I'm getting a drink before we go to the boys though."

I pulled him through the door and loud music flooded my ears. He ordered me a drink and we sat at the bar so I could drink it. He got himself a few shots while I drank two mixed drinks.

"William, just so you know I am a lightweight."

"A what?"

"I get drunk really fast on not a lot of alcohol. If I stand up right now I'll be swaying a bit."

"You silly girl. You're adorable. Are you buzzed enough to go find the boys?"

"Yes. I am ready! Let's go!" I jumped down and wobbled a bit. William steadied me before leading the way to their table. "Ehey! Kappy!"

"(Y/n), Will! Fucking finally. Thought you'd never show up."

"I needed a drink first." I said matter of factly.

"Well we're glad you're here now. I'm Stephanie!" The girl beside Mitch introduced herself.

"Stephanie." I said nodding before going in for a hug. "Nice to meet you!"

"I've heard a lot about you from everyone."

"Listen Steph, can I call you Steph?" She nodded as I took another sip from my third drink. "Okay cool. Listen Steph. Don't listen to a word Auston says about me because he's being a total fuckhole right now."

"Hey!" Auston said with a frown.

"Don't you even start Auston Matthews." I said, waving my finger at him.

"You're a brat."

"Only for Willy." I said making William choke, Kasperi and Mitch laugh, and Auston make a gagging noise.

"Baby you can't just say stuff like that." William said with mischief in his eyes.

"Fine, whatever, sorry!"

"Sit down darling." He pushed me into the booth beside Kasperi with him on the other side.

"Okay fine bossy." Kappy laughed at that.

"Poor little (y/n)."

"I am poor little me thank you for noticing."

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough for her to be acting like this." William said laughing.

"Hey I said I was a lightweight!"

"Yeah but I didn't think like this."

"I'm sorry." I said getting quiet and taking another sip of my drink.

"Hey babes come with me!" Steph said excitedly.

"Where are you taking her?"

"Calm down William I want to dance. I'll take care of her."

"Go with Mitch."

"He won't and she's an adult."

"Willy move or I will climb over." I said excited.

"Baby you can barely stand."

"Climb it is." I said as I jumped up and over him only tripping a little. Steph caught me as everyone except William and Auston laughed. "I'm gonna go dance with my new friend Stephanie. You sit here all broody and angry with Auston."

We turned around and left the table on our way to the dance floor. They were playing a lot of older party music so I was really excited jumping around and shaking my hips to the music. Me and Steph had been giggling and dancing for a while until I had to go to the bathroom.

"You're not going by yourself. Let me come with you."

"I can do it by myself."

"At least let me stand outside and wait for you?"

"Okay. Okay deal. Yes. Where is bathroom?"

She took my hand and led the way through the crowd to the bathroom. I went in and was shocked at the sight in front of my drunk eyes. Auston was in the girls bathroom. With a girl. But something wasn't right. She wasn't moving and his eyes were red and veiny underneath. He also had blood dripping from his teeth.

"For fuck sake it couldn't have been anyone else.." he asked looking up in frustration. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Gotta pee.." I said sounding dumb even to myself.

"Listen to me, you didn't see anything." He said sitting the girl down in a stall and coming over to me.

"Okay."

"I mean it. You saw nothing. You're not telling anyone about this. I could do that to you in a second, do you understand?"

"Stop I'm not gonna say anything." I winced as he blocked me in by his arms loud against the wall.

"I don't know what the fuck Will sees in you but if you say a word no one will ever fucking see you again until they find your skeleton in a shallow grave in the woods. Aww poor baby is crying." He wiped a tear from my cheek and I shivered.

"Please don't. I'm not gonna do anything I promise. Even if I did I'm drunk no one will believe me."

"No. No! There's no 'even if I did'! This is why we can't fucking trust you!" He snarled in my face.

"God Auston just stop!" I said louder trying to duck under his arm but he used his arm to push back against my shoulders and neck. I panicked as he pushed and eased off making it hard for me to breathe. He laughed.

"So frightened. Good." He pushed a little more and I was gasping for air. "And while I have your full attention. These people are my family, and if you hurt them in any way I will kill you. Don't think for a second that just because William loves you that you're safe. You're not."

"Auston I promise you I won't."

"You better not." He said lifting my feet off the ground by his arm. A lot of pressure was on my neck and I started clawing at his arm.

"You think you can hurt me? Pathetic."

"Auston you're scaring me!" I yelled as loud as I could in his face.

"Good!" He roared.

"Auston Matthews what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He was as shocked by Stephanie's appearance as I was and dropped his hand, causing me to fall in a heap on the floor.

"It's not what it looks like Steph."

"I don't want to hear it. Get out before I call security for Toronto's golden boy perving on the girls in the bathroom."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I so would Auston, I so would. Get lost." He left quickly and I stayed on the floor crying. "Honey let's go find William okay?"

"No! No I still need to go pee." I pushed her away and got up to the bathroom. Once I was done she made me sit on the counter.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah I will be. I'm not right now."

"I know hun I can tell. Let's go back out okay?"

"Okay. Don't tell anyone please?"

"What (y/n) you have to tell someone? He can't just do that to you."

"I'll take care of it just don't make things harder by telling everyone please?"

"Okay fine. But if I hear that no one has heard about it in a few days I'm going to tell."

"Fine that's fair."

We left the bathroom and got to the table. Auston was nowhere to be found thank goodness.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"Nothing Will I'm fine."

"(Y/n)-" Mitch said, worry and shock on his face.

"Mitchy I'll talk later okay?"

"Alright fine but you're not getting out of it."

"Okay." I sat down and took a shot of whatever William was holding.

"Darling-"

"William I promise I'll talk about it later I just can't right now." I said tears gathering in my eyes again as I thought of everything.

"Willy maybe you should take her back home. She clearly doesn't feel safe right now." Mitch said in his ear.

"I think you're right. Darling do you want to go home?" He asked, rubbing my shoulder.

"You house. Wanna go to your house. Mitchy is right, I don't feel very safe right now." I said against his shoulder.

"Would you feel safer if Kas came too?"

"I don't want to ruin his night."

"You won't. Sit here with Mitch and Steph while I go find him."

"Steph can we have a second?" Mitch asked softly.

"Of course babe, I'll get us another drink." She leaned in for a kiss and he rolled his eyes a little before giving her one. I made sure to hold that in my brain for later.

"(Y/n) you need to tell him everything. I'm sorry I didn't come help. With this many people it's hard to focus on just one. Literally for all of us it all just gets mixed up. I wish Auston would stop blocking his thoughts from me."

"I'm sorry he's doing that to you Mitchy." I said giving him a hug.

"Don't you dare apologize for his dumbass behaviour as if what just happened didn't happen."

"He threatened me Mitchy. I couldn't breathe.. I thought I was gonna die again, I-" he interrupted my crying panic with a hug. I still cried harder though.

"Shh it's okay. It'll be okay. Just talk to Will."

"I promise." I pulled away from him in time to see Kasperi and William walk up.

"Oh my God (y/n) what happened to you?"

"Talk about it later." I said going back to William.

"William you better listen to her. She's terrified." Mitch said seriously as William nodded.

"Let's go sweetheart." He pretty much dragged me out of the club. Before I knew it we were back at their apartment. I took my shoes off and locked both locks on the door. The boys looked at me weird for that.

"Um.. I know that looks dumb and it's not gonna protect me more than you guys but it makes me feel better."

"(Y/n) I'm really worried about you. Please come sit and talk to us." William said on the verge of tears himself.

I sat down on him and started telling them everything that happened in the bathroom with Auston.

"You've got to be kidding right now?!" Kasperi said in shock.

"Why would I lie?" I yelled through the sobbing. "God I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew you guys wouldn't believe me."

"Baby no come here." William pulled me into a hug. "We believe you. We're just shocked that Auston would go against Morgan's wishes like that."

"I'm sorry (y/n) I didn't mean to make it sound like that. It sounds terrifying."

"I thought I was going to die again." I said softly.

"What do you mean again? Has he done this to you before?" William demanded.

"No someone else did. An old boyfriend. I broke up with him because he was abusive and crazy. He broke into my old place and raped me to show that I was his whether I wanted him or not. It was really violent. He strangled me until I passed out. What Auston did just brought me back to Tommy.. that's why I'm freaking out so bad. I'm sorry. I've ruined everyone's good time again."

"You must still be drunk cuz that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Kappy said hugging me from the other side.

"Baby I'm so sorry that happened to you. You never deserved that."

"Can we talk about him later? I don't want to think about it anymore tonight."

"That's completely reasonable."

"Guys I'm scared."

"Don't be. Morgan is on the way to talk to us about it."

"Did Morgan see this coming?"

"He said no. He didn't see you and Auston in that bathroom at all. So it was a split second decision by Auston. I don't know if it makes it any better but he wasn't planning on doing that to you in advance."

"That doesn't make it better but it's good to know." I said softly. There was a knock on the door and I jumped.

"It's just Morgan." William soothed me.

"Can I check?"

"Yeah go ahead." William got up and came behind me while I looked through the peephole. Seeing that it was just Morgan I moved so Will could open it. I grabbed on to William as he locked the door behind Morgan.

"Thank you. I know it's silly.." I whispered.

"Anything that makes you feel safe isn't silly." He kissed my forehead and brought me back over to the couch to the other boys.

"(Y/n) I understand that you're afraid." Morgan said softly in a voice similar to William's warm one.

"Yes. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. I'm probably gonna die now." I said wiping a tear.

"You won't. I can promise you that. We will protect you."

"But Auston is your family, I can't let this happen."

"But you're William's soulmate. We can't let either of you hurt the way that would hurt." Kas said.

"I'm just sorry and scared and still a little drunk."

"How about we go lay down? I'm sure Mitch filled everything in and Kappy knows it all if he left stuff out." William asked combing his fingers through my hair.

"Okay. I would like that."

William carried me to his room and put me down on the bed. I took a second to look around.

"What is it?"

"Not what I was expecting your room to look like. I thought it would be more hockey."

"No I don't want to think about hockey in here."

"What do you want to think about?"

"I'm sure you could figure it out love." He said smirking and winking at me.

"Oh? OH! Aah gotcha." I said blushing a lot as he got in bed beside me and squeezed my hip.

"You're so cute. What happened to the earlier confidence when you told the whole table you were my brat?"

"I was drunker then."

We were quiet for a bit. I curled up to his side and he kissed my head then taking a deep breath. I was thinking a lot about the vampire thing. I still had so many questions but only one seemed really important right then.

"Does me being warm feel as good to you as you being cold does to me?" I asked into his chest. I felt the vibration of him laughing.

"Darling I can't even explain to you how good it actually feels. I love when you touch me because it makes me feel warm. Nothing but a living person can make me feel warm."

"You never feel any different to me."

"That's because my skin can't warm up but I get the sensation of being warm inside. It's the same feeling probably as when you jump into your bed under your millions of blankets." He joked poking my nose. I scrunched it up and he laughed. "I love you."

"I love you. But you're not allowed to make fun of my nest ever again. I want to be cozy."

"Of course love, I'm sorry."

"Can we go to sleep? I'd really like to sleep."

"You can do that." He said reaching across my body to turn off the light. I grabbed onto his arm to stop him though.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Am I safe? How do we know I'm safe?"

"Honey are you sure you want the answer? It'll take some explaining."

"I wanna know."

"Okay. So vampires can only die one way but we can be hurt bad enough that we should die. When that happens we go unconscious for a few hours."

"What do you mean?"

"Like a broken neck for example, would knock us out for a while."

"Okay?"

"Morgan broke Auston's neck."

"Oh my God no! William! I didn't want that!" I yelled sitting up in bed.

"Baby shh.. lay down." He pushed my shoulders back down and leaned over me, trapping me. "None of us wanted this but he posed a big threat to all of us. He was more being punished for what he did to that girl than anything else."

"How come?"

"Because we don't bite people unless we're changing them. That's Morgan's rules. This happens to everyone who goes against the rules. The last thing we need is for a random person to go to police or media saying that one of us drank their blood."

"This is fair. So where is he then?"

"There's kind of a cell in the basement." He said with a dark laugh. "I decided to skip that part of the tour."

"Smart move." I nodded. "So what's keeping him in there? I know you can bend metal so what's the deal?"

"Have you ever heard of vervain?"

"The stuff from vampire diaries?" I asked, scrunching my nose in confusion making William laugh.

"It's a real herb. It's got pink flowers. It's an old healing herb. It's considered holy."

"Ooh okay."

"It has pretty much the same effect as on that show."

"So if he touches the bars at all he'll burn the shit out of his hands."

"Yes exactly."

"What about the game?"

"Mitch is going to tell them that he's got the flu. Can't stop puking so he can't even call and tell them."

"You guys have done this before huh?"

"We had to do it with Mitch a couple times when he first turned."

"You guys'll never have to do that to me."

"Don't talk like that."

"Fine whatever." I said turning my head.

"There's my little brat." He teased kissing my cheek making me blush.

"So Auston is locked up. For how long?"

"Two maybe three days tops."

"Okay."

"You're safe. Kas is here, I'm here, Mitch is going to be here too once Morgan leaves. He's there so someone is there when he wakes up but he'd rather it be Morgan for some reason."

"Okay. I think I want to sleep now. Now that I know I'm safe. I'm really tired."

"Alright darling, good night." He kissed my forehead, turned off the lamp, and curled up with me. I drifted off not long after.

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Yearning

W-well...here it is. The product of two weeks’ work.

A couple months ago, I got inspired to start planning a multi-chapter self-ship fanfic, but since I hadn’t written detailed fic in literal years, I wanted to do an unrelated one-shot to kinda...warm up a little, to see if that’s something I really do wanna do...I’m still unsure if it’ll happen, but I did the warmup, and...it became this THING.

This is based on the Vampire!Spinel AU from @su-reader-imagines, which...I ended up liking, like...way too much. X///D I’m not even a vampire fan normally, but...maybe it was the Spinel part. >/////> I-I won’t link the specific post since there’s NSFW content in it and I don’t wanna make anyone read it if they’re not comfortable with that stuff, but...this story in particular has no blatant NSFW (just implied stuff).

Since I started off writing this for myself, I had planned for this to be self-insert, but then I decided to make it more reader-insert to match the original imagine. However, the first-person POV remained, so it’s...weird. The narrator isn’t mentioned by name and details about them are vague, but it’s still kinda my personality, so....it STILL might be more self-insert then reader-insert? I dunno, it’s kinda in the middle...I-I’m not used to this...

It’s probably obvious that I don’t normally make this kinda stuff, but I still did my best...I didn’t expect this to get as long as it did, but I’m a detail-oriented, overexplaining piece of crap, simply put. X////D

Even if nothing comes of this, I at least finished it, and I’m.....kinda p-proud of that, even if....it’s kinda embarrassing....S-so if you read this, I...h-hope y-you...enjoy.....>///////<

Now if you e-excuse me I’m gonna find a dumpster to hide in....

Yandere warning for the very end!

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It had been a few days since then, but I was still reeling. A part of me was still in disbelief. That couldn't have been real, could it? I mean...something like that, happening to me of all people? I had always been down on my luck...Ignoreable. Average. There was nothing about me worth noting. Occasionally, something good would happen, sure...but nothing like that.

But then I'd look at myself in the mirror, and see the marks on my neck. And I'd be brought back to that night. It was real.

My mind would fill with overwhelming emotions whenever I'd think about it...and whenever I'd close my eyes, I'd see her there in front of me.

Looking back at me with red eyes, grinning playfully, her fangs showing. I'd see myself laying on my back, her hands all over me, as I let her do whatever she wanted...The heat in my body, rising....The sound of her voice, teasing me...

"Spinel..."

Her name, escaping my lips.

Luckily, no one was around to hear, but I caught myself anyway, snapping back to reality. I'd been standing there in the bathroom in front of the mirror for how long? A few minutes? And after I'd already relieved myself? I flushed in embarrassment. Get it together, I thought to myself. After splashing some water on my face, I went back to work.

Never before had work been so frustrating. I couldn't focus on anything. My pace was so sluggish that it felt like I was moving underwater. And I had to keep a poker face the entire time. I couldn't let anyone know what happened. They wouldn't believe me! They'd think I was crazy! And maybe I was, but I didn't wanna bring attention to it. I had already been getting some looks from coworkers due to my neck, but no one asked me about it. That was good. I tried to imagine myself attempting to explain in the sanest way, "Yeeeeaaah, I met an actual vampire and let her drink from me." Yeah, that wasn't happening. I hadn't believed they existed, either, until I met her.

I tried everything I could to distract myself, but the fluttering in my chest would just keep coming back...It was like she had left her mark on me in more than one way...

Even before I knew what she was, she still seemed like someone who would only exist in my dreams. She was lively and interesting, with a unique way of talking and dressing. Even her name was unique. She was charismatic, and confident...and she had a voice that you loved listening to. The way she could switch between playful and downright seductive...Just thinking about it...about the kind of things she said to me...

There was no way I was her first. She was way too good at that. But the very idea that someone like her could pay attention to me, and treat me so well...I should consider myself lucky to have spent just the one night with her...right?

So...what was this yearning I felt...? Was I really that needy...?

The memories were so fresh...Me and her, in the back room, making out, and her drinking from me...and then making me the happiest I had ever been in my life. In that perfect moment, I didn't want anything else. I just wanted to do whatever she told me to. I was hers, and hers alone...

I didn't expect to spend the entire night with her, but I was riding that high for so long. I didn't wanna leave her arms. The aftercare...I could still feel her icy hands trailing down my back. I could still hear her voice, cooing in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was...It had made me so happy, knowing I pleased her...

I remember all the little petnames she called me. My favorite was "doll". That was the one that made me feel the most...special. And I think she caught on to that, because she'd call me it again and again. I was her doll. At that time, I existed only to make her happy, and I was doing my job!

Spinel's doll...

"Stay with me a bit longer? Please~?" she asked, while gently rubbing my back.

"I...wanna stay..." I answered, still dizzy, "But...will we...get in trouble...?"

She chuckled. "Nah, we won't. I told ya, I know the guy. No one's gonna bother us, I promise~..." she assured me gently.

"OK...I'll stay then..."

I turned around and subconsciously scooted into her a bit more, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She didn't seem to mind, putting her arm around me and holding me from behind. My heart felt like it was about to burst...I'd never experienced this level of intimacy before, and this was just the icing on the cake.

"Mmmm, you're so warm, doll~..."

At that comment, I'm sure I got even warmer. I felt so weak, but so happy. We simply laid there in silence, with her occasionally breaking it to hum to me. Soon, I felt myself get drowsy. It was getting late, but...I didn't wanna move.

"...Spinel?"

"Yeah, doll?"

"I'm...getting tired...Is it OK if I fall asleep...?"

"Course it is. You've earned it, toots..." she spoke softly, "And don't worry...I'll still be here when ya wake up~."

After she gave her permission, I drifted off to sleep, which ended up lasting all night. And sure enough, she had told the truth, as I woke up still in her arms.

And I panicked.

I jolted upright and frantically checked the time. I didn't know it would be all night! Oh crap! How would I explain myself!?

I told her I had to go.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because my mom's probably worried sick about- er", Did I really just reveal to her that I still live with my mom? "-I live with my mom, and I've never stayed the night without saying anything, so-" I felt increasingly awkward with every word that came out of my mouth. "And, and...crap, I have work! Wait, that's tomorrow..."

She tried to calm me down, but at that point, I couldn't. My anxiety was through the roof. This was supposed to be a simple trip to a bar, to try something new. But I ended up staying the night at the place with someone I just met. And it was incredible. But now that it was over, everything catching up to me, I just felt bad. I felt...guilty. I took up so much of Spinel's time. She was most likely most active at night, and I kept her in one place for so long. And compared to her, I was practically nothing. I didn't deserve any of that...but she gave it to me anyway. I was a piece of crap who wasted her time.

So all I could do was apologize. "I-I'm so sorry!" I cried out, jumping to my feet. I wobbled a little before steadying myself.

And...she let me go. She didn't protest at all, saying that it was fine, she wasn't keeping me there. She was calm throughout my freak out. She remained sitting in bed, at first with an amused grin...but when I apologized, she looked away. I couldn't see her face anymore, and her voice became more monotone than ever.

"You can leave if ya want," she said.

She didn't care anymore, I could tell. I overstayed my welcome for sure.

Before leaving the room, I turned around one last time, giving a quick but honest "thanks" for the incredible night together...and she finally looked back at me, with a slight smile.

And now...here I was. Stuck in a perpetual daydream, trying to keep myself together. A coworker's voice snapped me out of my memory of the last time I saw her. I quickly apologized, trying my darnedest to keep that poker face I always wore, but it was harder than ever.

Ugh, I'm such a mess...What did you do to me?

My mind was filled with questions. Just who was she? Where was she from? Was she born a vampire, or did she become one? How long has she been alive? What kind of things does she like to do? Does she have friends? There was so much I didn't know about her...I'd been too caught up in the moment to think about those things that night, but now, I couldn't help but feel curious.

I couldn't get her off my mind...As the week went by, I tried to piece myself back together. I tried to think rationally, telling myself to let it go, it'll never happen again, and so on. But nothing worked. The fluttering in my heart wouldn't stop. At first, I hated it, but now, when it was undeniable, I finally had to give in to my feelings...and I finally put together the words in my head that had been so obvious the whole time.

Wanna see her again.

I knew that could easily go badly, knowing me. I'd never been good at social situations, always opting to stay on the sidelines so I wouldn't embarrass myself. If I really knew what's best for me, I'd quit while I'm ahead, right?

But the more time passed, the more agonizing it got...I missed her voice, her touch, her eyes, her lips...everything. After only one night, I already felt so empty without her, so longing...I wanted to be her doll again. Was that so wrong...?

Wanna see her again...

For a while, I was being pulled in two directions, with another part of me shouting that it was a bad idea. Being brave is always a bad idea to me. But I couldn't help it. So I told myself, that, once the weekend came...I'd go with my gut, for once.

Wanna see her again...

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This was a mistake.

Coming back here was a mistake. That's all I could think of as I sat there, alone, staring at my lap. Here I was at the bar again, but now what? Why didn't I have a plan?

I remembered why I don't come to these kind of places often - I always feel out of place at them. The kinds of people who go here are usually the polar opposite of me...loud, social, sometimes even aggressive, with eye-catching outfits...and there I was, trying not to stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe if I'm quiet, they won't notice me, I thought, I gotta not bring attention to myself...

"Can I get you anything?" an annoyed-sounding voice asked.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the bartender spoke to me. When did he get there? I hadn't heard him approach! "Um, nothing! No thanks!" I said quickly. I wasn't here for the food or the drinks.

But the way the man looked at me told me I probably should have ordered something. I mean, who comes to a bar just to sit there awkwardly, right? I mean, besides me. Based on the clock on the wall, I had been here for...almost twenty minutes already? I averted my eyes and spun myself around so that my back was facing the counter, as if that would shield me from the embarrassment.

My eyes scanned the room, hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the one person I wanted to see. There were a fair number of people, but she was still nowhere to be found. I sighed, feeling my heart sink.

She had told me she came here twice a week, and it had been exactly a week since then, so...it would make sense for her to be here tonight, right? Or was she more unpredictable? She did seem like that type...Or maybe it was me. Maybe she was here, just avoiding me...No, no, that can't be it, can it?

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to expel that thought from my mind. Then I looked up again, watching people dancing to the music playing. My mind was instantly brought back to dancing with her that night, before she led me away. I had no idea what I was in for. All I was concerned with was dancing with this attractive lady and hopefully not making a fool of myself. I remember it feeling like the temperature in the room was rising...she had been so close...

I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I thought that maybe, she'd like to see me again, since it had seemed like she liked taking care of me...but I was stupid to think that.

Did I really think I was worth anything to her? If I was, she wouldn't have let me leave so easily. She could've just as easily convinced me to stay. She had marked me. There was evidence I was hers. She could've told me I wasn't to leave without her permission. Or heck, she could've told me she was worried about me after how weak I'd been! But no. She was simply done with me after that.

I was just a food source, that's all. She just indulged me afterward because it was so obvious I was into her. She was humoring me. Why didn't I piece that together? Was I really that stupid? Just look at me!

I started chewing on my fingers nervously as my anxiety took control. Desperate, I scanned the room once again. Did that person just look at me!? I looked away, still chewing. I didn't just bring attention to myself, did I? Was I staring? I turned back around to the counter, looking at the clock instead.

A half hour. I'd been just sitting here doing nothing for a half hour. Great.

Thank god the place wasn't too packed. And that the bartender was pretending I wasn't there at the moment. It was then that I had a thought: maybe he knew her. I could've asked him if she was here. But no, that'd be too awkward for words..."Excuse me sir, is Spinel here?" Though I didn't fully doubt I wouldn't be the first to ask that...

Maybe...she's with someone else right now...

That thought hit me harder than anything else, and I finally started to break down. I leaned against the counter, my head in my hands, trying to compose myself for a few minutes. I couldn't stay here much longer...the music, the voices, the looks, I had to get out soon-

"Hello, nurse~"

When I heard that familiar greeting, my eyes snapped open, and I slowly uncovered my face. Was it really...? There was no way I was hearing things, right?...After a couple seconds, I looked over...and there she was.

She was looking right at me, a playful smirk on her face, in the same way as I remembered. Her hair was back up in pigtails, too. It was like I had stepped back in time...I felt the heat rise to my face, my mouth hanging open. This was really happening. She was actually here! Now what!?

Say something! "Uhhh..." I cleared my throat. "Hey..."

She giggled. That alone caused my heart to do flips. "Well, gee~" she said, almost innocently, as she took a step toward me, "What brings your pretty face back to a place like this? Is it the drinks? The tunes?" she tilted her head, "The entertainment?"

I could tell she was teasing me. What I couldn't tell was whether or not she was mocking me. I knew I didn't fit in, but having it implied by her made me feel a bit embarrassed. Still, she had approached me...Just when I was worrying this was hopeless, she approached me, just like I wanted...Now more than ever, I wish I had a plan, because I felt like all I could do was sit there, my eyes fixed on her. I didn't know I would get this far...I was so sure I was fooling myself...

"Er...um, well..." I laughed nervously, "I-I know, I don't look the part...but that doesn't mean you gotta rub it in..."

"Oh, I didn't say there was anything wrong with that!" she replied, "I know that a lotta people have secrets to hide...And I'm sure you have your own reasons for bein' here~"

My own reasons...I felt my heartbeat pick up speed at that. She knows. Once again, I made it obvious. Every part of me was calling out for her, wanting me to spill out all my feelings to her...She's right there. Don't back down. Don't run away.

"Y-yeah, you could, say that I-ah!"

Just when I began talking, she leaned down to be at eye level with me. My body tensed up, and my words got caught in my throat. Her face was very close, to the point where I could feel her breath on my skin...She was still smiling, but there was an intensity in her eyes that I'd never seen before. I could only imagine how red my face was at that moment..."A-ah..." I didn't move an inch, but I looked to the side to see if anyone was watching us. It didn't look like it.

Then she reached out and touched my neck. I inhaled sharply as a shiver raced down my spine. She was just as cold as I remember, a sensation I didn't know I liked before...but I welcomed it. I had missed her touch so much...Her fingertips gently brushed against the spot where my marks were healing, and she stared there silently. Her other hand went to my thigh. The intimacy of the moment made me feel like I was gonna burst...

"Miss me, doll?" she spoke again, softly, as her eyes met mine.

I practically melted when I heard my favorite nickname again. I managed a nod. "Mhm..."

A hum. "Good..." she crooned. Then she leaned in further and kissed my cheek. It was small, but it was enough to make all my previous worries disappear...and make me want more. "C'mon," she patted my thigh before taking one of my hands in hers, standing up straight. I followed her lead and stood up as well. And, as if history was repeating, she proceeded to lead me to the back room, where it could be just the two of us.

I liked holding her hand. It felt...assuring, in a way. It made me feel like she really did want me here, and that coming back was the right choice. I didn't know what would happen next...Was she gonna drink from me again? Did she just wanna talk? Or will she...indulge me again? All I knew was that, for now, things felt right.

"S-Spinel?"

"Hmmmmm~?"

"I...I was wondering...uh..."

This was the time to start getting to know her better. I had so many questions for her, so many things I was curious about...but I was getting tongue-tied. Great. Why did I have to be so easy to fluster? It was getting difficult to put my thoughts into words, and I mentally kicked myself. I can't lose my nerve now!

She giggled. "It's OK, dearie~" she said, and squeezed my hand as we continued walking, "You don't have to say anything right now. Take your time. It's not like I'm gettin' any older!"

She laughed at her little joke, and I did, too. Her laughter was contagious. Either that, or I was so enamored with her that I'd follow anything she did. I couldn't tell yet.

But I still wanted to say more. Where would I even start, though? She was such a mystery...I guess there'd be time for that later. Yeah. Later, after I calm down. If she'd let me calm down, that is.

We entered the back room, and I looked around as she closed the door behind us. Had she taken anyone else down here since then? That was my first thought, but I quickly shook it out. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was here again. There was no one else here. It was just me and her. Me and Spinel. And Spinel was holding my hand right now...

Almost immediately after she closed the door, she suddenly pulled me towards her, and into a kiss. I squeaked in surprise, before closing my eyes and letting my feelings completely take me over. I felt her free hand trail up my back, slowly, softly, and I felt my whole body flush. This...this was what I had wanted...It was like I never left...

The kiss was short, too short. She pulled away, and I opened my eyes to see her smiling softly at me. It wasn't the teasing grin that she usually wore. She looked more...sincere. I smiled back, in complete bliss.

"I didn't think you'd come back", she said.

"You...didn't...?"

"No one does. It's always one and done with people", she chuckled softly, looking away from me. "They give me what I want once, then never come back. So I always gotta move on to the next one."

This shocked me. Was I really the first one to do this? No one else has ever come back after the first time? I found that unbelievable...I was such a coward...so why me, of all people?

"It gets lonely..." she brought my hand to her face, "even when I'm not alone, I'd still feel so lonely..."

My face fell as her words hit me.

Spinel was...lonely...?

She seemed to carry herself with such confidence, so I never would've guessed...She seemed like someone who would have many friends, and many people vying for her attention. Especially considering how good she was at...what she does...I guess being a vampire would lead to some difficulties with getting people to stick around? I guess not many people wanna experience that more than once...Did she scare them? I remember being scared at first...but she had taken such good care of me that I wasn't scared anymore...She wasn't intimidating, was she? How can someone not enjoy her company?

Was it, maybe...that no one felt they were worthy of her attention?

Already, I was learning more about her, and it wasn't what I was expecting at all...I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how. I was pretty lonely myself. Not many people could bring themselves to give a crap about me. Could it be...that we had something in common?

I didn't know what to say. I didn't wanna ask her about it. She seemed happy to see me, and I didn't wanna ruin it. So, I simply apologized. "I'm....sorry...."

And immediately, she looked back at me, and the playfulness returned.

"Awww, don't be sorry, doll~" she cooed, "Now I know that you're not like that! And that makes me so happy...knowing you're just as special as I thought you were~"

Heat rushed to my cheeks at her words. "I-I'm really not that special..." I tried my best not to stumble over my words, and began talking faster, "I...I just wanted to...to get to know you better, that's all. And I didn't expect myself to get this far, to be honest..." I forced a laugh.

"But you are special!" she disagreed, "Take it from someone who knows uniqueness when she sees it..."

She finally let go of my hand and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her. She leaned down, bringing her face close to mine. My heart was about ready to burst out of my chest...

"The way you're lookin' at me right now...I've never seen anything like it."

Before I could say anything more, she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, much longer and more heated than the last. I tried to kiss her back, but she completely overpowered me, denying me barely any room to breathe. I could barely even think as she made out with me, her hands wandering all over my body, claiming every part of me. She was so cold, but she made me feel so warm...I loved it. Finally giving in, I wrapped my arms around her, moaning weakly. She giggled in response, a noise I couldn't get enough of.

For that moment, it felt like she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Once she pulled back, I was panting, elated, but a complete mess in her arms. I could only imagine what I looked like. I must've looked pathetic, my mouth hanging open as she left it, my face flushed, my eyes closed. My legs felt like jelly, so I leaned into her, resting on her shoulder as I caught my breath. She let out an airy chuckle, sounding breathless as well. I felt one of her hands stroking my back. I tried to collect my thoughts about what just happened. Holy crap that was incredible, you're so perfect, Spinel, thank you, I'm so sorry I left, I don't wanna leave again, I'll let you have me for as long as you want...I'm yours now, I'm yours...

I'd never felt so desperate for someone in my whole life...She was almost intoxicating. Part of me knew I should try and resist, try to be rational...but the rest of me didn't care. I'd been yearning for this all week, and all that frustration had finally paid off...

"How lucky I was to come across a dame like you", she spoke seductively into my ear, "So cute...so sensitive...and so...delicious~" she whispered the last word. I shivered, gripping her tighter as if it'll save me from melting into a puddle on the floor.

All I could do was whimper in response, causing another chuckle from her.

"That's right, doll, I mean every word..." she continued, "And ya came back, just to see me...You're such a sweet thing~. In fact," Both of her hands began wandering up my back, resting on my shoulders, "I missed ya more then ya thought I did...I missed holdin' ya like this...Touchin' ya like this...Do ya believe me? I've been so, so lonely...I missed ya, my sweet doll..."

'My sweet doll'. 'MY'. I felt my heart soar at her words. Spinel missed me...! And I made her happy...!

"...And now, I'm never lettin' ya go again."

Her voice suddenly took on a tone I'd never heard before...Darker, more growly, with her accent more pronounced. My eyes finally snapped open again as she aggressively jerked me back by my shoulders, pushing me into the nearest wall, pinning me there. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I could only look up at her. She was grinning widely, and not in her normal way. This grin was manic, predatory, and it made me begin to shiver. What was going on? What was she gonna do? I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Warning bells were going off in my mind, but I was frozen like a deer in headlights.

And then, her eyes began to glow. Her red eyes were already one of her most noticeable features, but now, they were the brightest thing in the dark room. I squinted at the light, and instinctively tried to look away, but a hand went to my face, forcing me to look at it. I didn't know what was happening, but I would bear with it for her. And so, I braced myself. My first guess was that she would drink from me again, and I welcomed that thought. She was welcome to use me in that way if she wanted...

But nothing happened. As I continued looking at her, the tension in my body disappeared, and I stopped trembling. In fact, I began to feel weak in the knees. She wasn't saying anything, and she still got that reaction out of me...The sight of her face so close to mine, looking like she could ravage me at any moment...and I, the prey, was so helpless, pinned against the wall...This was an image I never wanted to forget.

With each passing second, I felt myself melt more and more, to the point where my legs started to give out. I slid down the wall a little, and then her hands went under my arms, helping me stay on my feet. But even then, it kept getting worse.

"S-Spinel..." I breathed out, attempting to speak, "I-I feel...I can't...." The sentences weren't forming. I felt my body grow numb, the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the ground being her arms...

"Shhh...Don't worry", she said, her voice as smooth as butter, "I got'cha~"

My vision was starting to blur, but I couldn't look away from her. Her gorgeous eyes were unblinking as she looked back at me, the eerie red glow making them all the more beautiful. I was putty in her hands...It was as if there was nothing else around me...nothing else that mattered. It was just her.

Just Spinel, the woman of my dreams.

My eyelids began to grow heavy, my body fully limp. With the last of my consciousness, I realized that this sensation wasn't normal. Was she doing this? I would've been scared had I caught on earlier, but now, I didn't care. I just wanted to stay like this...it felt so good...

"That's it...~" she purred, "Now, close your eyes for me...Just relax for a bit, and let me take care of everything~"

That was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes, and quickly passed out in her arms.

When I woke up, I was in a place I had never seen before.

#hypnotism tw-/////#yandere tw-////#not tagging with anything else nope not brave enough #fics by lauri

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Honky Dancer series - Chapter 1

NEW SERIES ALERT

Chapter title: Auditions Rating: M Pairing: Taron x OC Warnings: None at this time A/N: I was inspired to write a series based on the perspective of a Rocketman dancer. I hope you enjoy following a London-based dancer from her first audition run-in with Taron to maybe so much more - but don’t forget a healthy dose of drama along the way! More mature themes will develop, so be warned! Enjoy! x

“And first position … second … third … and fourth … now fifth. Good, and again.” I swept my arms gracefully through the positions my muscles knew by memory and my mind knew by heart. I’d learned the basic positions when I was no older than the girls I now taught, in their adorable pink tutus and bright shiny faces. “Keep going, that’s right,” I encouraged, walking between the barres and making adjustments while the 5-year-olds moved through each ballet position to the music I had queued.

I kept a watchful eye on these aspiring young dancers, hoping to instill in them the love of dance I had grown up with my entire life. Even when I offered corrections, I tried to do so in an encouraging manner. I’d had my share of critical teachers and even a few who thought I wouldn’t get that far. But I’d never let it bring me down and only used the negativity to push harder for what I wanted. Until, that is, a nearly career-ending injury four years ago that had kept me off the stage and behind studio doors instead. I’d made the transition to teaching on the advice of a dance counselor, and I knew I would never look back.

I ended class with some easy stretching and accepted the cute hugs and calls of “Thank you, Miss Juliette!” as my class filed out to their waiting mothers [and two fathers, bless their hearts.] Once the last girl had left I quickly packed my bag as Madison pushed her way in through the door.

“Oh my god, are you excited?” she asked me as I traded out my slippers for sneaks and pulled on a pair of comfy sweatpants and a hoodie over my leotard.

“I’m so nervous I could puke, but I won’t get an opportunity like this again. And I feel like I’m finally ready,” I grinned, making sure I had everything I needed in my bag for the audition I was already running late for. “Thank you for subbing my next class, I appreciate it, Mads,” I grinned, giving her a hug.

“It’s no sweat, now go!” she laughed, fairly pushing me out the door. “And break a leg!” she giggled as I groaned inwardly.

I rushed out of the dance school and hurried along Balderton Street to Oxford, heading toward the Bond Street tube station and taking the train across town to the Paramount studios on Chiswick. I snacked on a protein bar to keep my energy up while we rumbled over the tracks, doing a few stretches to keep my muscles loose as I wouldn’t have much time to warm up again when I got there. If anyone was staring at me, I ignored it, but I’m sure the tube riders had seen far worse than a few grand plies.

Once I arrived at the studio I hurried through the check-in process as quickly as possible. I was issued my number and told which group and studio to join before I rushed off to the bathroom to change. I’d chosen a sparkly magenta pink leotard I’d used for a performance piece years ago for this audition - I was trying out for the dance ensemble cast for Rocketman, the Elton John biopic, so even if it was a bit over-the-top I felt it was appropriate.

I pulled on tights and a black ruffled short skirt over that and strapped on my character shoes. I let my strawberry blonde hair down out of its tightly woven bun and dashed on a bit of thick eyeliner before affixing my number with safety pins. I put on bright pink lipstick and grinned at myself in the mirror. I certainly looked the part, I thought, stashing everything else in my bag and going to find my group.

I dropped my dance bag against the wall with everyone else’s stuff and found an open spot on the floor, sitting in a deep split and doing a few stretches while everyone else either chatted excitedly or went through their own personal warmups. The buzz in the room instantly cut out as a trim stately man strode in; I instantly recognized him as the choreographer we’d be working with. Waves of excitement and nerves washed through me in equal measure as we all stood and lined up without being instructed to. Several other people came in and took seats along the wall; I presumed they were likely producers and crew of some variety.

I tried to secure myself a spot in the middle front; even if I wasn’t feeling the most confident, I could certainly fake my way into it. This was my first professional audition since I’d made company - and later principal - for London Ballet Company. All of my dance dreams had shattered after the injury that meant I couldn’t do pointe work any more, but I’d thrown myself into classes in other styles as a sort of rehab process and in an effort to diversify my skill set, and found I loved jazz and Broadway the most.

So here I was, giving my all through the brief warmup, across-the-floor exercises, and combinations, hoping to catch the choreographers’ eye. I knew I was one dancer in a field of hundreds, some coming from other countries just for this chance. But I also knew how badly I wanted a spot in the ensemble, to be a part of such a spectacle.

My favorite combination involved a bit of a complicated leap into a fan kick; I could see other dancers struggling to get elevated but I felt so completely in my own element, soaring across the floor and losing myself to the music, which unfortunately wasn’t actually from Elton’s catalogue. We were split into smaller groups to perform the series of steps for the choreographer; at the end of it, I added my own little flourish, dropping into a very Fosse-style pose with curved shoulders and tilted hips. The choreographer brushed past me as he circled our group, muttering “very good” so only I could hear. I couldn’t help but smile, but kept my eyes low.

We were given a twenty-minute break after everyone had a chance to perform, and the choreographers from each room of dancers would be making first cuts before we would all be shuffled together and given a full routine to learn and perform on an actual stage. I dearly hoped I’d be making it through the cut, but sometimes not getting a part had nothing to do with how good a dancer you were. Directors sometimes wanted a specific “look,” and I had no idea if this would hold true for Rocketman or not.

The hallways were far too noisy for me so I stepped nimbly over dancers sprawled on the floor as I traveled away from the studio rooms, trying to find somewhere quiet to listen to my music and try to find a bit of peace. I filled my water bottle at a drinking fountain before turning a corner and leaving all the other dancers behind. I probably should have just plopped myself here, but curiosity got the better of me, so I followed down this hallway too, my character shoe footsteps echoing in the quiet even as I tried to walk softly. I plugged my headphones in and was just about to hit play on my Spotify playlist when I heard a couple of voices coming from a cracked doorway. The room had a bank of sweeping windows and I couldn’t help peering in; some day I would learn to tame my incessant curiosity, but today was not that day.

Three men stood inside, involved in what looked like a serious discussion. I couldn’t really make out much of what they were saying, their voices just low murmurs, but I thought I might have recognized one of them. Just then they all turned to head toward the door, and I ducked away from the window, hoping I hadn’t been seen. As I slowly tried to sneak away, the door swung open rather suddenly and flew straight into me, sending me sprawling onto my hands and knees, my phone skidding across the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the handsome young man I recognized said, instantly offering his hand to help me up and looking embarrassed. I took it, noticing how soft his skin was but how strong he felt as he helped bring me back to my feet.

“It’s alright,” I said with a laugh, brushing off my knees and hands and retrieving my phone from the floor. “Nothing hurt but my pride,” I said as he looked me up and down, taking in my obvious dance garb.

“Here for the auditions, then?” he smiled warmly at me, as the other two men carried on their conversation.

“Um, yes, though I’m hoping I’ve danced with more grace than I just displayed,” I grinned good-naturedly. “Though I should get back to that now.”

“Well I wish you best of luck, Number Two-Nine-Four,” he read off my assigned number with a smirk.

“It’s Juliette,” I supplied with a laugh.

“Juliette then, you may call me Taron,” he replied, smiling so widely his dimples showed through.

“Holy shit, you’re Elton!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands and making the other two men halt their conversation mid-sentence as they gawked at me.

“That’s up for debate but yes, I’ll be attempting to play him,” Taron grinned at my shock. I knew now how I’d recognized him, from the Kingsman films. But standing here in front of him was an entirely different thing. He was totally unassuming, just dressed in jeans, a black sweatshirt and a ball cap with “twenty-two” scrawled across it.

“I’m sure you’ll be wonderful at it,” I laughed lightly, trying to not feel shy in front of him, but for his part he did everything to try and make me feel at ease.

“I suppose if I was shit Elton wouldn’t have chosen me,” Taron just chuckled.

“No, I don’t think so. Well, it’s very nice to bump into you but I really must get back,” I said softly.

“Wouldn’t want you to be late, love,” he said with a wink. “We’re heading to the stage now,” he added, making my insides feel rather funny all of a sudden. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe,” I agreed a bit faintly, hurrying back down the hall the way I’d come, my heart pounding and unaware that Taron’s gaze lingered on my willowy frame. The hallways were already deserted and I worried I was late, but I slipped back into the studio room just in time, as we were all called to line up again.

The choreographer was holding a notepad and after thanking everyone for coming out and giving our hardest work, told us only five numbers from our room were advancing to the stage routine. I closed my eyes at that; five out of a room of 35. There’s no way I’m getting through this cut, I thought. I was confident in my abilities but there was so much talent it was practically dripping from the walls.

“If your number is called, please come join me up here,” our choreographer said, and rattled off the first number, 162. A spry male dancer who had all the marks of “ballet” written in his physique left our ranks and joined the choreographer at the front, fairly beaming to be one of the chosen. Next up was 052, a fiery redhead with a pretty face; 291 [so close], a black muscular male with a sweet expression; and 112, a tow-headed boy who looked barely out of secondary school.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as the last number was read, even if I had no chance. “294!” the choreographer called, and no one moved a muscle. Someone next to me tapped me on the shoulder, my eyes still screwed shut tightly.

“Hey, I think that’s you!” a girl whispered as the choreographer called my number again.

“Oh,” I laughed in disbelief, walking to the front in stunned silence as the choreographer clapped for us and everyone else joined in. After more thanking of all the auditioners, the people who hadn’t made it were dismissed, and after much chatter and shuffling of bags, it was just us five left. We’d all been told on the audition notice to bring black pants and a white button-down shirt we could dance in and tap shoes, though the particular style they had left up to us, and we were now instructed to change into those clothes and join all the other dancers in another studio room in ten minutes. I decided to leave my leotard on under my shirt, only doing up three buttons so it could still flash through. I switched my character shoes out for actual taps and then dashed off a squealing text to Madison that I had made it through the first round of cuts.

<Oh my god, that’s so exciting! So what happens next?> she texted back immediately.

<But you’ve been taking hours and hours of classes! I’m sure you’ll do great> she sent back with about ten winky-face emojis. I had to laugh at that.

<Gotta go, I’ll let you know if I make it through to solos.> I stashed my phone in my bag again and made it to the large studio room in time, lost in a sea of other black-and-white clad dancers, all of us trying to individualize in some way, with bright lipsticks or colored socks or patterned scarves tied round our heads. We were all handed cheaply made top hats and shown where to stand. The dancers from each room seemed to band together, so I was in line with the other four from my room, trying to give them encouraging smiles.

“We’ve got this,” I said under my breath to the tow-headed boy next to me, who looked incredibly nervous though he was probably one of the best talents in the room, even so young. He nodded at me and smiled kindly in appreciation, so I gave him a goofy thumbs up before the choreographers addressed our room.

There were about 60 of us, and I strained to hear what was being said over the coughs and rustles as dancers adjusted their clothes. Still, I got the gist of it and then we were hard at work, learning pieces of the routine, repeating each small snippet over and over and then quickly breezing through the next. It felt like a blur, but I did what I knew to do best in these situations; I linked each piece of choreo to an image in my brain to keep the sequence in order, building on it as we moved through the 2 minutes of routine the way a child might play a game of memory.

We were all sweaty and out of breath when our thirty minutes were up, and soon we were herded to the stage to perform the piece all on our own, as the choreographers and producers and maybe even the director for all I knew sat in the audience. Oh, and Taron, I reminded myself, trying not to let that make me suddenly nervous. The last thing I needed to do was forget the choreography. We stood on the stage under lights, staring out into the darkened auditorium. If I squinted hard enough I could make out the shapes of people in the seats but had no idea who they were. I wondered if Taron was out there looking for me, and the thought of it made me smile.

The strains of music began and soon we were lost in the whirlwind of the dance, performing the piece like we’d been rehearsing for months. It was nice to feel like I could rely on the dancers around me as much as they could rely on me. Sure, we were all competing against each other for those coveted spots, but we were also performers at heart. And so, for those two minutes, we leaped and we spun and we tapped and we shone.

When the music was over we all stood around on the stage together, whispering and waiting as the shadows in the audience deliberated our fates. I didn’t think I had missed a step, and I looked forward to giving my solo, a piece I had worked hard on and that had made Mads cry when I performed it for her. Still, twenty people wouldn’t be making it through this round and that made me even more anxious than I already was.

After about ten minutes someone called for order, and we quieted down immediately. Numbers were called quickly, dancers cheered or groaned, and I was thankfully called up somewhere in the middle of the pack this time. My relief was probably evident. We were given about twenty minutes to prepare whatever we needed to; I chose that time to eat another protein bar and chill out to some music. I had a simple costume for this piece, wanting my dancing to be center stage. I kept the black pants but exchanged the leotard and shirt for a black dance bra and black vest. I slicked back my hair into a sleek ponytail and pulled a hat low over my eyes. I wiped off the pink lipstick and left my lips neutral, but painted my eyelids black. It was a dramatic effect and exactly what I was going for.

We had to pick numbers and of course I chose the last slot, so I had a lot of time to wait around. We all were told we could sit in the auditorium seats if we wished to watch each other at this point, and I sat with my new-found “friends” from my original group, all of who had made it through the tap round. There was Pietre, the soft-spoken young boy; Dennis, the athletic black dancer; Leah the precocious redhead; and Markus, the handsome ex-principal. Markus was quite funny, and I enjoyed sitting next to him as we watched other dancers perform.

Slowly, our ranks got smaller and smaller as each dancer went onstage to perform and was subsequently dismissed. We wouldn’t be told if we had gotten the job until the next day, so this was our last real shot to make an impression. I wished Pietre, Dennis, Leah and Markus all good luck, and their solos were all amazing. It was going to be a tall order for the choreographers to make their decisions, whittling us down to just 30 core dancers.

And then it was my turn. There was no one else left to watch except the people judging me. But as I made my way up the stage stairs, I noticed someone standing in the wings, and realized it was Taron, waving at me and giving me a thumbs up. Had he really stuck around this long to watch me? I was a little dumbstruck at that and ended up stumbling over my own name when I was asked to introduce myself, even though they had my audition sheet in front of them. Get a grip, I chastised myself, stealing another glance at the wings. Despite the low light I could see Taron’s eyes glittering at me and I could feel his eyes following me as I took my place on the stage. I took a few slow breaths to still my mind, needing to go to that place where I was beyond my thoughts, where it was nothing but light and color and music.

I’d chosen Annie Lennox’s “Cold,” a song that was dreamy and ethereal and yet somehow heavy. Lines like “Dying is easy/It's living that scares me to death” and “But the more I want you the less I get/Ain't that just the way things are” hit me in the chest and had stayed with me ever since I heard the song, but when “Catch me and let me dive under/For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes” the image of Taron flashed through my mind, and the words gained a new meaning as I couldn’t let go of the way he looked at me.

When the song ended and I had struck my final pose, the auditorium was dead silent; I could have heard a pin drop aside from my own heart beating. I stood back up and took a small bow, turning to leave because I didn’t think anyone was going to say anything before suddenly someone in the auditorium was clapping, the sound hollow in that giant space. I glanced over at the wing, but Taron wasn’t standing there anymore and for some reason that made me feel empty.

“Thank you for your time, that was lovely. We’ll phone you tomorrow,” one of the faceless shapes from the auditorium told me. I gave them my most winning smile and then was dismissed. I was sweaty, sore and exhausted by the time I gathered my bag up, changing once again into sweats and ready to just head home and tuck into a bowl of homemade Thai peanut chicken curry. I’d done my best and the rest was up to someone else. I had my hand on the exit door when someone called my name. I turned to see Taron jogging toward me, a bit out of breath.

“You were brilliant. They all said it in there, you should have heard them after you left,” he grinned. “You left us all absolutely speechless.”

“I, uhm, thank you,” I replied awkwardly, trying to wrap my mind around what he was telling me.

“You’re absolutely a shoe-in, no question, but you didn’t hear it from me,” he said, winking at me for the second time that day. I let out a nervous laugh at that. “I look forward to working with you, Juliette,” he added, and I couldn’t help my legs feeling a little weak at the way he said my name. I was glad I was still holding onto the door handle to steady myself. On second thought, this might be a major problem, I thought, but he was an actor and I was just a dancer and I didn’t think we’d be spending that much time on set together. Besides that, Taron was on a whole other level from me, so I figured he was only being kind.

“Me too,” I finally managed to reply. He bid me have a good night and then disappeared off down the hall, to do what I didn’t know but he seemed intensely focused on every aspect of this project. He had certainly left an impression on me though, and I could feel my cheeks were flushed.

I finally made my way to the tube station, taking it across the city to my flat and letting myself in gratefully, instantly greeted by my fluffy 2-year-old golden retriever Troy. “Hey boy, mommy’s home,” I grinned, ruffling his fur happily. Madison had stopped in earlier to check on him and let him out, and I was forever grateful to her. Mads had been my biggest cheerleader and supporter since I started working at DanceWorks, and I had never met a sweeter, kinder soul.

<Finally home. We’ll know results tomorrow. Everything seemed to go really well for me> I texted her as I tossed my sweaty dance clothes in the wash.

<Think you’ve got the job?> she asked back.

<Not sure, these things are never certain even if you feel good about it but I did my best and something tells me I impressed the choreographers> I wrote back. Or rather someone, I thought, a small smile drawing across my face.

I set about making dinner, feeling half-starved now, and did my best to relax in front of the television, catching up with my favorite shows. I took Troy on a quick walk around the neighborhood in the late evening before finally taking a long soak in the freestanding bathing tub I’d invested good money in. There was nothing better after a long day of dance then letting my muscles unwind with lavender Epsom salts.

Tired and fully worn out, I stretched out in my bed, ready to catch some shut-eye but of course every time I closed my eyes I could see Taron’s handsome face floating in the dark. I wasn’t about to delude myself into thinking I had half a chance with Taron. From all accounts he was just an absolutely caring and sympathetic man and his co-workers always spoke so highly of working with him. But I could definitely say there was now more than one reason why I wanted the chance to dance on Rocketman.

Keep reading: Chapter 2 HERE

#taron imagine #taron egerton #taron x reader #rocketman fanfic #taron egerton fanfiction

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kittyprincessofcats · 5 years ago

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GPF Torino - Day 2

I'm going to continue what I did yesterday and write down my thoughts of the day before going to sleep. Small warning: While I feel better now compared to earlier, I'm still heartbroken about Rika, so if I sound sad/angry/bitter in this post, that's why.

- We watched the Ladies, Pairs and Men's practices this morning, which was amazing. I'm honestly enjoying the practices more than the actual competiton. Maybe because there's no stupid judges and no points to worry and stress about during the practices. I can just lean back and enjoy the skating.

- Yuzuru went for the 4A in practice 3 times. One the one hand it was pretty epic to see those attempts. But on the other hand, he fell pretty hard of all of them, and I don't want him to injure himself before the free skate.

- Nothing to do with the GPF, but we went to eat Sushi for lunch and it was delicious.

- Here's my story of trying to deliver my cat plushie to Rika: I asked one of the security guys where the gift boxes for skaters are (because the website said there'd be some, and because it's hard to throw a plush toy from all the way up there. I also wrote letters to Rika and Yuzu and you can't really throw those on the ice.) The man told me it's not allowed to throw stuff from all the way up there anyway, but he didn't know anything about the gift boxes and just told me to "ask downstairs". I went to one of the organizers downstairs and asked. She didn't know either and went to get her collegue. The collegue asked if I speak Italian. I don't. They finally told me that there is no gift boxes, but that I could leave the toy with them and put Rika's name on it and they'd give it to whoever's responsible for delivering fan presents. I left it with them and now I can only hope it'll actually get to Rika. I guess I'll have to look for that plush cat in her Instagram present photos later :D

- Junior Ladies: As someone who's neither a big fan of Kamila nor of Alysa, I'd say that based just on these skates the placements were fair. I also have to say that both of them impressed me with their performanes here. The one placement I don't agree with is Daria's bronze medal - I'd have given that to Ksenia.

- Funny moment:

Alysa: *jumps "4Lz" in the warmup*

My dad: How many rotations were that?

Me: The judges will say 4.

My dad: I counted like... 3 and a bit?

Me: Yup, that's about right.

My dad: Good, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

- Though one thing I have to say is that I did kind of start rooting for Alysa halfway through just because there was some really obnoxious Russian fans sitting close to us. They screamed like crazy at the Russian skaters, didn't bother clapping for anyone else, one man was shouting things all the time, and the only time they cheered for Alysa was when the announcer said the words "second place". And that wasn't a "Well done, second place is a great achievement" cheer, it was a "Yay, we're glad you're not in first" cheer. And later I felt like Alysa was kind of left on her own during the victory ceremony while the two Russian girls had each other (kind of like Rika at the NHK ceremony). So yeah, I felt pretty bad for Alysa here.

- I don't understand much about Ice Dance tbh, but P/C were really fun to watch. My dad keeps calling him "giraffe man" because of his long neck.

- Ladies SP: a.k.a. the moment my mood went from good to absolutely awful :( I don't even want to say much more, I'm just really sad. The free is where Trusova is planning 5 quads and Shcherbakova 3, so the short really is where Rika should have placed ahead of them to have a chance at a medal. I kept doing the maths in my head and even if she skates a clean free now, it's not going to be enough for anything more than 5th unless some others make mistakes (which is also thanks to Shcherbakova and Zagitova being overscored here).

- And just to be clear: I don't hold this against Rika at all. She's injured, jetlagged and nervous and I saw how much better she was in practice. Anyone who says anything rude about her will catch these hands.

- Also the scoring was awful again. No edge calls from what I've heard. Even with this performance Rika should have been ahead of Trusova and arguably Tennell as well. Scores for Shcherbakova and Zagitova were too high. Alyona Kostornaia was amazing - I'd have given her a few points less, but only 1 or 2.

- This honestly made me way sadder than Yuzu yesterday. Mostly because 1) Yuzu has already achieved everything and has nothing left to prove, 2) Everyone and their mom is a Yuzu stan so it's not like he's lacking fan support, and 3) ... I'll honestly admit that I'm a Rika stan first and a Fanyu second.

- After Yuma Kagiyama and Haein Lee yesterday, I asked if my faves placing last in the SP was going to be a trend - guess I shouldn't have said that.

- One thing that made it better, though: I loved seeing all the fan support for Rika! From what I could hear while cheering myself, the cheers for her weren't any quieter than the ones for the 3A. And she got so many presents thrown on the ice! That was really lovely to see.

- Sweet moment:

Me: I wish there was other Rika fans sitting next to me.

My dad: Hey! I'm right here!

- My dad brought his huge camera and he's taking pictures of all the skaters. He's at over 6000 pictures now. When we get home, I'll delete the bad ones and post the really nice ones here.

- The two girls sitting next to us saw some of my dad's pictures and asked if he has any of Yuzu. He sent them over 15 pictures from practice. Which would have been cute and all if this hadn't been right after the Ladies short and if I hadn't been sitting between them feeling like crying.

- I tried to enjoy pairs after that, and I kind of did. I'm happy for Sui/Han, though their performance was far from what they're able to do. I'm thrilled for Peng/Jin - that's my two favourite Pairs of the competition winning gold and silver, so that's nice.

- The Ladies FS is last tomorrow, and I genuinely suggested just leaving after Rika's performance - because I really don't care about the ET girl showdown. Obviously Kostornaia is better than the other 3 and should win hands down, but I'm not invested enough in even that to sit through the outrageous scores the others are sure to get. But my dad thought it would be rude to just leave - as if the skaters will notice 2 people more or less in the audience.

- The men's practice is at 7AM tomorrow and whoever made that decision is my enemy. I hope I'll be able to get up that early, since I'd really love to be there for practice on Yuzuru's b-day, but I might oversleep :/

- Even though my BiB nails didn't seem to have helped, I'll still do IAoP nail polish tomorrow.

- I'm starting to think that Rika should go for the 4S. Not like she has anything left to lose now. Except, of course, if risking a quad could make her injury worse - in that case I wouldn't do it and just focus on making it through the comp without worsening her condition.

#Figure skating #GPF 2019 #Rika Kihira #Yuzuru Hanyu #Alysa Liu #Kamila Valieva #Alena Kostornaia #long post

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bunnis-babes · 6 years ago

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IM RE-WRITING MY IZUKU RELATIONSHIP HC’S BECAUSE I HATE THE ORIGINAL ONE! THANK YOU.

🥦Ah, yes, the broccoli Boy Izuku. What a good broccoli boy he is. You are very lucky.

🥦Okay, but this boy really loves everything about you, and I mean everything. Your laugh, your smile, your body, your personality, everything is perfect to him.

🥦He’s not really open, per say, with “I love you’s” because he doesn’t think it needs to be said all the time, but he does drop one every once in a while to make sure you know he does.

🥦Baby isn’t a flirt, at all.

🥦He’ll try to flirt with you, but end up burying his bright red face into his hands because he’s so embarrassed.

🥦And that’s when he’s in private; In public he can’t even get a single flirty statement out without stammering and blushing like a maniac.

🥦Giggles when he’s embarrassed, fight me on this one.

🥦Izuku, when he first enters a relationship bless his soul, cannot handle any form of PDA other than hand holding.

🥦Whats adorable about that, is he holds your hand subconsciously, and literally dies if anyone point it out.

🥦Once he is comfortable with you, PDA is easier. He still blushes a lot, but is more lenient with throwing and arm over your shoulder and pecks on the cheek and stuff like that.

🥦CUDDLE KING. BEST CUDDLES 10/10 I WOULD CUDDLE ALL DAY.

🥦He’s not a super jealous person either, your relationship is built off of trust, so he trusts you enough to handle your own fights.

🥦That doesn’t mean he’s just going to let some guy get all cuddly and cutesy with you. No, when Izuku needs to he will put his foot down without hesitation.

🥦If you’re having guy issues, Izuku will super gladly come to the rescue and tell him off, because everyone deserves basic respect.

🥦You’re not allowed to put yourself down on his watch, like ‘no s/o you’re perfect and great and Ily stfu,’ but nice.

🥦He just, he holds you in the highest regard and loves you so much, and just wants to cry if you say you don’t feel the same way.

🥦Dates don’t happen as much as cuddling in yours or his dorm room does, because: both of you are broke, and Izuku just really like the domesticity of cuddling while watching some cheesy rom-com better anyway.

🥦Also, Izuku does cry during rom-coms because he’s that pure.

🥦If you were to go out on an actual date, Izuku takes you to cheap, but fun places. Like the arcade, the movies, the mall, places that are fun, but inexpensive.

🥦He secretly likes the fact that he can rub it in other peoples *cough*Katsuki*cough* faces that he has such a pretty s/o.

🥦Babes is super insecure, so give him lot of loving please and thank you.

🥦Being with you is such a confidence boost for him, like you’re so pretty and great and you chose to go out with him. It makes him just so happy thinking about it.

🥦He introduced you to his mom and all might, he was so shaky and nervous, and so were you. You were about to meet his biggest role models, how could you not be?

🥦All the worrying was for nothing, because they both loved you to bits and pieces. Your now All Mights other child and he loves you, and you get to call Inko mom.

🥦He doesn’t have a lot of money, but like to buy something nice for you when he can.

🥦Like one day after classes you’ll go back to your dorm and theres a pretty bouquet of flowers with a handwritten letter for you.

🥦ALL of 1-A ships you, even Bakugou secretly.

🥦Didn’t mention this, but Izuku does have a notebook specifically for you, the little things he sees you doing or that you like. Just a bunch of cute pictures or things you’ve done because he loves you.

🥦He’s just… really pure and good.. and just… he wants all of your loves…

♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕

This was really just a warmup to get back into writing again, cause I’m a little rusty because I haven’t been doing in the stress rush that is finals week. Also, I think this is better than the original, IDK though. Thanks for reading. Also no is now Romeo Butt Scene 🍑🍑 in my Mac

#mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #izuku #midoriya #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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wiredandrewired · 5 years ago

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Was trying to actually work on something but my brain is stuck on loop. So instead I’m gonna make a post of the Voltron stuff sitting unposted in my writing WIP folder to help me organize my thoughts.

I guess since I’m posting this, if you have anything you wanna say/ask about any of these feel free. I respond well to outside interest.

1. Project ReVolt is without a doubt the project I’ve posted about the most here. And talked about in random tags. And tangents. Originally it was just the name the project had in my internal brain filing cabinet but it’s kind of spread and stuck to where my wife and I just refer to it as that when we talk about it.

ReVolt is basically going to be a VLD series rewrite more along the lines of how my wife and I would have done it or at least liked to see it done. In some places it will probably stick pretty damn close to the events of the series canon, but in others go completely off the deep end. We’re each going to be doing one, so a lot of the headcanon and worldbuilding and such that we’ve worked out together in various other stories and RPs will be consistent between the two stories, but it will also give us a place to veer out and do things without the others’ input (as we’re not gonna let each other see our fics until they post, tee hee). I’ve done a SHITPOT of rules and infrastructure work using actual alchemy tracts to try and make sense of the series’ largely Powers As The Plot Demands system, and am pretty convinced I’m going to A)fall hard into my very common Esoterica Ranting Mode pitfall and B)enrage literally everyone who reads it with my character and plot choices. Most conservative estimate says this will be six ‘books’ long as again, we’re doing literally the entire series. Current status: at the ‘ridiculously large amount of notes and setting up actual arcs and outlines’ stage, and waiting for the wife to finish ‘Happier HOPEless’.

2. There Are No Monsters Here is a fic I really want to do but cannot seem to get off the ground, set to take place entirely in the ‘last universe’ from season 8--the one native-Honerva died in and crazed-death-god-Honerva picked out as her ideal and tried to wedge herself into. I guess the basic idea was that, like the ‘main’ universe, it got rebuilt pretty much as it was prior to Nightmare Mom Ruining Everything, and I have it with no one fully remembering the events of season 8 that took place there, but characters really closely tied to those events having some itching feeling that something happened, and all the Altean alchemists agreeing that some kind of massive quantum Event certainly occurred even if they don’t know what.

Mostly the story exists as a place for me to have a canon-compliant AU that still lets me explore stuff like Altean history, the racial and cultural tensions of the Coalition, dink around with Oldadins that DON’T die in one fell swoop, a living Daibazaal and Altea, Lotor growing up with a decent-but-not-without-strains relationship with his dad, teen Allura and tiny Lotor being absolute shits to each other while also coming to terms as they grow up with who and what they MUST be both on a political and quantum scale, and generally prove that even a perfect universe isn’t, all in one place. The title is entirely facetious, and anyone who’s read any of my alien culture headcanons for this series knows that. Lol. Current status: lots of bits and pieces, but no good beginning or connective tissue. I have a lot of notes, some arc outlines, and a few scattered scenes and bits of dialogue from later in the story, but my god, I CANNOT get it off the ground.

3. Someone Must Get Hurt (But It Won’t Be Me) is supposed to be a pretty wholly Honerva-centric fic that starts...sometime in her youth?...and carries forward to an as-yet-undetermined point. Probably her death. I mean the first one. I’m not sure. Another chance to dig my fingers into Altean culture and Alchemy, this time leading up to All The Bad Shit That Happened, with the added bonus of being done from a focal point of a character I have a lot of really strong feelings about both positive and negative that’s resulted in me somehow being EVEN MORE wrapped up in her than I was before I added abject knee-jerk trauma hatred to the mix. In no way meant to make Honerva more sympathetic, I think I just want to write her even more like my mother so I’ll feel EVEN BETTER about killing her? Idk man my feelings about her are so complicated. Also an excuse to write a shitpot of her and Zarkon because listen, I’m really glad they’re married because I ship them so fuckin hard. Current Status: SO many notes. SO much infrastructure. Like three pages of an opening I’m almost definitely throwing away because I can’t decide where, when, or how to open but feel like this isn’t it. One short but very telling scene of Honey and Zarkon from late in the story. I’m obsessed with it but I can’t get anywhere.

4. Currently Untitled Demon Hunter AU started because my wife talks to me about Happier HOPEless a LOT and I just got an itch in my bones to work on one myself. In spite of the entire Demon Hunter AU thing getting started by a prompt on a Shance blog, neither Shiro nor Lance are set to appear for at least a chapter? And I am not confident in my ability to not veer off into utter non-shipping anyway because man, am I bad at it. Or like...just an entirely different ship for either or both of them. Current Status: A lot of vague notes, a POWERFUL urge to structure the chapters and overall arc after Ripley’s Gates even though that limits my chapter count and means I will DEFINITELY have 20k+ word chapters, and about seven pages of the first chapter so I guess I’m committed now?

5. Currently Untitled Post Series Fic basically exists for me to vent my frustrations about two main things: The Universe is Fucking Huge And There Are Dangers Other Than Galra, and The Galra Empire Was Huge and Is Not Going To All Fall In Line Behind Voltron Coalition and Especially Behind Keith Who Just Arbitrarily Fucking Decided To Tell Them They Couldn't Pick A New Leader According To Their Own Traditions And Need To Do What They’re Told Now What The Fuck. Also there was a lot of stuff in the series that got left hanging, and while ReVolt is an IN-series fix-it fic, I wanted something that patched up loose ends in a way that was satisfactory to me but also kind of canon-compliant. Current Status: A lot of notes and screaming. No one has seen my progress on this and they might never.

6. Dog Runs And Death Dreams is a warmup file turned deeply self-indulgent series of scenes in which I choose to assume that Shiro’s rare neuromuscular disorder was left so ambiguous so I could plug the symptoms of mine into it. It’s genuinely not any deeper than that. The whole thing is set pre-Kerberos, and includes copious Shiro x Adam content because of it, but also not the kind that makes me feel good about writing because that means it includes the ‘slow fizzle’ that leads up to their breakup before the mission. Ugh. Working on it does make me feel better when I've been having symptoms, though, and I’ve been letting myself write it, unchastised, in a really loose rambly way that I usually deride myself for. It’s just cathartic. Current Status: no notes, no plan, just strain-writing between seizures, but somehow it feels like it has some kind of structure and just keeps growing? Possibly too close to the bone for me to ever post.

7. Birth and Rebirth was born out of two things: the fact that Zarkon is shown to have two ENTIRELY DIFFERENT reactions to first being presented with his baby son in different flashbacks and different seasons, and the fact that in spite of the flashbacks we get at the end of the series, earlier on, the impression I got of Lotor and Zarkon’s relationship wasn’t of a young man who had never had affection from his father, but who had instead lost it. Well, three things: I have a lot of underlying issues at work, at play, and at large when it comes to the Galra Imperial Family. Also, anyone notice the monitor blips in the first baby Lotor flashbacks indicate a heart murmur? Anyway, it was supposed to be a thoroughly self-indulgent and thoroughly self-hurtful examination of Lotor’s early life and the death by degrees of what was left of his father in the husk Rift Adventures left behind, but I got stuck on it a little way in. Current Progress: ten pages, a lot of notes, and some wistfulness. I keep hoping I’ll get inspired to pick it back up again. Contemplating rewriting some of the beginning, maybe it’ll help?

Bonus entry that is not actually in any form of progress soever:

50/50 Voltron Trashfire Edition is spawned from the ‘50/50′ challenge on an old TF board I used to haunt. It’s a fifty-prompt smut challenge using the list of ‘50 reasons to have sex’ from some tv show, and the idea is to write a different ship for every prompt (hence the name). My wife is blazing through it and has several (like twelve?) up on her AO3, but I’ll be utterly blunt: I haven’t written fifty porn fics in my LIFE. Over ALL my fandoms. Current Status: Literally all I have done is assign a ship to each prompt, and I might actually have some prompts with just question marks beside them still. I have one aborted start to one entry. That’s it. It’s not happening. But the empty file is technically in the folder, SO.

#things Rewire Writes #disregard I'm decompiling #writing woes #fanfiction: the struggle #the state of the rest of these makes me a little worried about Revolt tbh #I need to unclog the writing pen in my brain

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sieben9 · 6 years ago

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“her handsome hero” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

We got another fun one! ::does a happy little fannish dance::

well, for a given amount of “fun”, anyway. my OTP are on speaking terms again, so that qualifies.

Which might come as a surprise, seeing how two characters I care about a great deal spent something like 40% of the episode sniping at each other, but more on that later. Really, this episode just had all the good things. Solid flashback parallel, a good amount of main story advancement in the B plot, and of course a

… OK, and it was Rumbelle centric. I will admit that I��m not entirely objective on those. I still liked it! More on that under the cut.

Just as a little warmup, I present to you the most bold-faced, shameless lie I have ever heard on this show.

“I don’t have issues”

I can’t even get sarcastic over this. I just start giggling helplessly. Emma, your issues have issues.

The side plot, as mentioned, was pretty decent. Didn’t drag unnecessarily, kept the tension high, and y’know. Ruby.

Always a good thing. ::cuddles the wolf girl:: And I will admit, I’m always a sucker for Swan Queen doing magic together. It’s just one of those things that never fail to make me smile.

have a picture.

The only annoying thing was that Emma was just about to talk about her fears of letting people go, and being abandoned and that maybe, just maybe, taking her entire family to hell with her wasn’t the best idea she ever had… and it just got handwaved with “no, we chose this, shut up”. I mean, yay for Snow supporting her daughter, good for her, but at the same time… These are serious issues. That Emma clearly has. Maybe let her work through them, and support her by listening? Just a thought.

Other stuff I liked: the flashback.

they switched gastons in the previouslies. they thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did!

Like I mentioned, good setup and parallel to the present-day plot. A good reminder that Belle was always one to see people (and ogres; still not sure where they fall on the sapience scale) for what they really are rather than what the world thinks of them.

Right, Gaston?

Knowing that this happened also has interesting consequences for the present-day plot. She knows that Gaston is like this. She has seen that he really is a “monster”, and she was still willing to help him move on. That’s… I mean, wow. Better person than me, is what I’ll say.

It’s also interesting that Belle was only willing to marry Gaston to save her people. So, literally the reason she went with Rumple later on. Poor girl probably thought she was in a frying-pan-to-fire situation. Good thing that turned out better for her.

slightly off-topic, but DAMN that was a kiss…

Yes, despite everything. Turbulent as this relationship has been, this episode was practically a 40-minute study in how Gaston would have been so much worse. At least Rumple and Belle actually love each other and want to be together because they… well, want to be together. I would not trust Gaston as far as Belle can throw him.

Oh, and before someone mentions it: yes, Belle was very clearly pregnant, but it’s not like they could do something about that and they made a token effort to hide it, so I’m willing to honour the fiction there. It’s still hilarious in context of how desperate Maurice seemed to marry her off, but never mind all that *g*

Back in the present day…

Bickering!

So much bickering.

An almost unreasonable amount of bickering, really.

But here’s the thing about that: after all the heart-rending, world-ending, life-shattering drama these two went through it just felt so amazingly normal.

Because this happens sometimes, doesn’t it? You fight with a person you love, and you’re still angry, but you also still love them, and maybe you can’t avoid each other until you’ve calmed down, so you have to vent that anger somehow. That’s what this feels like: blowing off steam. But the bickering is still based on a very close relationship, which is why it didn’t feel nasty or vicious to me. Just… y’know. Annoyed and vaguely pissed off. Which is fair, really. These two have a lot to talk about and not that much time to do it.

mainly because people keep INTERRUPTING them whenever they start having a reasonable conversation!

The whole plot with Gaston in the Underworld was… yeah. Some people learn while they’re in the Underworld and grow into better versions of themselves, and some people are just committed to staying the asshat they were in life, I guess.

I did a giggle out of Belle’s first conversation with Hades, though. When he offers the deal and she basically goes “what do you think I am—an amateur?”, my heart grew three sizes. (I also got an unreasonable amount of joy out of Belle calling Rumple “my husband”, but that’s a whole other thing)

And Belle is just… so done, guys. She didn’t sign up for this Underworld nonsense. She just wanted to feed some babies and suddenly she’s having a baby, only not, because her husband technically signed it away before they’d ever met, and now people are shooting at her and this absolute creep is trying to tempt her to the Dark Side or some nonsense, and there’s Gaston, which is just never a good thing and… yeah. Belle is having just The Worst day and she’s this close to tearing someone’s face off if it means getting 1) her baby back and 2) some goddamn rest. Preferably, but not necessarily in that order. Someone fetch this woman a hot chocolate and a soft pillow before anybody dies.

Anybody else, I mean.

Yeah, that was rough. I won’t go deeply into the whole deal with That Damn Dagger™, because I don’t actively enjoy sounding like a broken record. One sentence version: The way the show treats that thing as a narrative shortcut without acknowledging the violation of autonomy that happens every time is annoying and frankly disturbing, but I think I’ve grown numb to it over time.

That said, I think Belle was sincere when she said “I always knew who you were” (see flashback) and also when she said “I love you”. I’m even pretty sure the kiss was genuine, if maybe a tad premature. It was just… a multi-purpose kiss.

Mainly though, this scene was heartbreaking for the simple reason that you could see a bit of Belle’s innocence dying. Some odd writing choices aside, she’s always been a very kind and optimistic person. Somebody who truly believed that it was wrong to hurt others, even if they’d proven themselves to be dangerous. She never meant to hurt Gaston, she only meant to protect Rumple. (And what a nice little parallel we had there, with Belle throwing herself in front of Gaston’s arrow to shield a “monster” from his attack both in the flashback and in the present.) But her actions still resulted in his second death, and that killed a bit of her, too, that she’s not going to get back.

yes, hello, show, please stop hurting these poor people. any time now would be good.

And please look at Rumple’s face here. He’s almost as heartbroken as she is. He never wanted that for her. He never wanted her to be in a position where she’d have to do something like this. It’s probably a vain hope, but I desperately want to have a scene where they talk this out. It doesn’t have to be the only thing going on—they can be running from some hell-hound or another, if that’s what it takes. Just please, let them have this…

By the way, Hades in this scene? Still not menacing, I’m afraid. The weird line delivery is really starting to impact the character by now. I did, however, feel a strong urge to tear off his head and fill it with snakes, so good work on that, I guess.

To close this out, please take this moment with me to appreciate Belle’s face when Hades starts talking about the smell of dead hope on that poor flower.

this is what they put in the dictionary next to “the fuck is wrong with you, mate?”

Interesting to note that the reason “nothing grows in the Underworld” is very clearly because Hades won’t let it. I don’t know how to put this, but have you considered that some of your problems may be your own fault?

Alright. To summarise: the Rumbambino (with thanks to @violetfaust) crisis is still not solved, and my spider sense is telling me that Ruby has a role in the next episode. Dunno why. Just a thought. Something to look forward to, at least. (::fingers crossed for more Mulan::)

#ouat #once upon a time #her handsome hero #sieben watches ouat #sieben talks #this is so long again #i don't know what's going on sometimes #the ellipses are out of control in this one #i apologise #but i didn't know how to get rid of them

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