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verobatto · 4 years

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXXIV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I Love You

(12x12)

Hi my beautiful friends, I will talk in this meta about the episode in which Case confessed his love. Did he? Or didn't he? Heheh let's see.

Dean Jealous and his contra-macho cool friend reaction

Oh yes, I'm gonna talk about that scene. I saw so many memes because Dean's dimples of discontent were loud. So get this...

MANDY: And how ‘bout you, handsome?

Gif credit @faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Dean's face here can't be taken by other thing than JEALOUSY, he is not amused with that girl throwing heart eyes to Cas. And he shows his dimples of discontent. Not amused at all. So, he post-reaction to this, with his mom on the table and that tough hunter too, he does what society waits for a friend to do when a girl is showing signs of flirtation to one of his friends...

But he overreacts and says a couple of silly things. One of them, Sam won't let go easily.

Gif credit @angvlicmish

This is the lie, because Dean doesn't want to teach Cas to conquer women. But he has to pretend he does. Because he wants to show the supportive friend he is. 'We've been looking for teachable moments' like 'We?' Sam and him? Sammy doesn't look as if he was waiting for this moment, besides, he knows what Dean feels for Cas, so... Dean is almost reaching the ridiculous line in here. Trying so hard to sound one thing, he is not.

Look at this...

SAM: The internet here sucks. I downloaded all the bunker’s files to a new archive, but we’re not getting any signal, so I’m j–

DEAN: [makes snoring noises and pretends to sleep] Nobody cares. Cas, here’s the thing you need to know about waitresses, okay? They get hit on all day long, so you gotta bring your A game. But, upside? [clicks tongue] They always smell like food.

WALLY: [nodding along with Dean, then pointing at him] They always smell like food.

First: Sam immediately changed the subject dragging them to the case and a difficulty he is having to get more info, and Dean! Dean just cut him off! He just can't let a waitress hitting on Cas' alone! Because is VERY IMPORTANT to him, to pretend he is helping him, because he is the waitress experienced friend, and try to low Castiel's expections into venture to do that!

Because... He says 'They always smell like food!" As if that were something sexy!

And Wally is just affirming that premise, and then Sam... Because he was interrupted by his brother's fake show, and because he knows what's the behind the scenes, he engages revengeful ...

SAM: Is that really an upside? They smell like food?

MARY: Okay– okay...

DEAN: Right? It’s great.

SAM: Why would you want them to smell like food?

Dean can't lie to Sam, because Sam knows the truth, he knows Dean is trying to kill every interest Castiel could ever have in hook up with any waitress in the world. Because he is jealous! And I believe Mary noticed that too, and just scolded their boys. Hehehe.

Then this?

Gif credit @angvlicmish

Okay, leaving to a side that his face is out of control, because he really thinks Cas is devastating handsome, he keeps with the cool friend that helps his friend, and the only one believing that story in that table is Wally, because he didn't live the Destiel drama. Dean is pretending like a good, because Wally is there. But Sam know, Mary knows, and even Cas knows.

Gif credit @angvlicmish

Dean is like 'I helped you, buddy, did you like that? I'm a cool friend.' and Cas is like 'Do you really want me to date this female, Dean?' just because the poor guy put so many effort on that. Geez. Dean is a mess... Heheheh.

I Love You

I will try to focus the meta in the 'I love you' scene, because before that, we have a very distressed Dean Winchester trying to save his angel. Dean is nervous, and in denying. Because his head can't process the fact of loosing Castiel for ever. He can't handle that lost, that's why he denies it.

Now, let's go to the famous scene. Did Cas said I Love You to Dean?

Gif credit @angvlicmish

If you rewatch the scene, previous to this confession, Castiel is looking at Dean straight in the eyes, then he drops his gaze and says these words, with a hint of shame.

But Dean's reaction can only been explained as someone who's hearing his best friend saying goodbye and giving up. And also, because in english language, this I LOVE YOU, could be sayed to a singular person of more than one. So, Dean thinks this I Love You was for them (Dean, Sam and Mary) that's why that face, is a face that says : ' Come one man, don't say it, you won't die, this is not the goodbye.'

I know a lot of people thinks Dean's reaction is because he wasn't prepared to receive a love confession, but I don't really think that. He is not prepared to say it. And in this take, he thinks this goodbye confession if for all the Winchesters in that room. Why do I think this? Because his reaction is very different when he sees Cas saying this to Sam and Mary.

Gif set credit @princessknoblauch 👇

Cas averts his eyes to Sam and Mary and Dean's face is of realization here.

He realizes the first I LOVE YOU was for him.

Why would Cas make that difference? Because the meaning are different. Even when he previously confess they are his family, he chooses to look at Dean first a confess one exclusive I love you for him.

Is platonic? Is romantic?

I truly believe is romantic, because there was shame in Cas' face, and he dropped his eyes before saying it. And I think Dean knew this deep inside.

But it could be taken otherwise, that's why it stays like a grey zone between them.

When Crowley comes and saves Castiel, Dean's face of relief is priceless, and there's this little finger touch Cas made over Dean's hand before left his hand go. They were close to be separated, what they don't know is, this is a foreshadow of Castiel's real death at the endo of the season, but also, Dean saying: "Let's go home" is foreshadowing too his own words in episode 13x06, when Castiel comes back to him.

To Conclude:

Episode 12x12 has Jealous!Dean, inside a hilarious scene, but it also has a sad foreshadow of Castiel's death.

Cas said confessed his love for the Winchesters as a family, but it was a special and exclusive confession he made to Dean, because the hint of shame and the dropped gaze, it meant more than just a platonic confession.

Dean's reaction is different to the second confession, because he realizes the first one was just for him.

I really hope you enjoyed this meta, see you in the next one!

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If you want to read the previous metas from season 12, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII, LXXVIII, LXXIX, LXXX, LXXXI, LXXXII, LXXXIII.

Buenos Aires, October 18th 2020, 7:35 PM.

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toadarchived · 3 years

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Purring Engines (White/Vic Viper short story)

White Bomber makes a weird discovery when Vic Viper was asleep. (If you don't like this ship, please back away from this story.)

Inside the Bomberbase to the Elderly Brothers room, White and Vic Viper were both taking a nap; while also cuddling each other.

White felt really exhausted that day; Vic Viper noticed this, and offered if he and White would like to nap close together. Just like the two, they need to take a break at times; Never wanna end up overworking yourself. Before they knew it, they ended up starting to cuddle each other; as both felt so eased from the relaxation.

Purrrrrrrr…

“Mpph…”, White mumbled.

Thanks to the noise that was being made, this caused White to wake up; confused on what was making that. Was it his head going crazy? Because he sees that Vic Viper doesn’t seem to be waking up from the noises White was hearing.

White released himself from Vic Viper’s embrace. As soon as White stood on his knees, he realized that the noise was getting a bit quieter. Confused as White was, where was it even coming from? Was it outside, somewhere around the house, in this very room, or…

Was Vic Viper the one making that noise…? Before White knew it, the noise finally stopped; As Vic Viper was starting to wake up as well.

Vic Viper saw White looking all confused, causing him to feel the same as well; but with different reasoning.

“Hey, Is something wrong White…?”

“Oh, It’s nothing. I just happened to be woken up by something.”

Vic Viper began to raise the top half of his body off the bed he was laying on.

Woken up by something?

“It’s not too much, but…”, White stopped for a moment; unsure If he wanted to explain to Vic Viper.

“Hey… No need to be nervous, I’m sure it is something!”, Vic Viper reassured White.

It’s not that White was nervous because of him being slightly bothered by something small; But rather, the possibility of what was making that weird noise.

White sighed; As he was about to explain.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I was hearing these ‘motor-like’ noises. Were you able to hear that as well?”

‘Motor-like’ noises…?

…

...Wait a minute… D-Did he really…

As the thought hit Vic Viper, his face began to go all red. Realizing what he probably did… It’s not like he was hearing anything around the room, aside from him enjoying himself from the cuddle.

“Vic…?”

As Vic Viper’s nickname was called out by White, he quickly covered his face with a hand. All embarrassed; but still willing to answer.

“...T-Those noises… T-That was p-probably me, W-White…”

Even when White had a weird feeling it was coming from Vic Viper, he was still surprised. With that aside.

“Hey, what’s the matter; Why do you feel embarrassed about it?”, White thought that something was probably going wrong with Vic Viper’s plane engines. As this was the first time he ever heard something like this.

Before Vic Viper got to answer, he had to calm down for a bit. White didn’t mind if he needed some time to think.

“I… I was feeling very comfortable with you… Whenever I feel that way, my plane engines make those noises…”

This is something that Vic Viper tends to hide alot. Not only because of him showing a softer side, but it’s just embarrassing in general.

“I’m sorry if that bothered you…”, Vic Viper moved the hand he was using to cover his face to the top of his head; feeling guilty.

“Hey, Hey, You didn’t bother me at all! I was just wondering.”, seems like both of them needed some reassurance today.

White began to grip around his right arm, wanting to tell how he felt about this fact.

“I-… I hope this isn’t uncomfortable to say, but… I think that’s pretty cute…”, Blush began to form on White’s cheeks.

The red tomato face came back once again, as Vic Viper heard what White just told him.

‘Cute’…?

Vic Viper didn’t say a word, but he nodded as a response. He was okay with the comment that White made.

White quietly chuckled a bit; He just couldn’t with Vic Viper sometimes. He can be just flat out adorable, even for a Bomberman that’s meant to be all strong and mighty. Guess it has to do with the two being soft to each other.

“H-Hey… I hope this isn’t so sudden… But, you wouldn’t mind if I had my hand on one of your S-Ship parts…?”, White risked asking this.

“W-Why?”, Vic Viper was very confused on what was even going on anymore.

“I-... I wanted to see something… Only If y-you’re okay with it!”

White gave Vic Viper another moment to calm down, and think over his decision. At first Vic Viper was nervous about what White was thinking of doing. However, at the same time, Vic Viper trusts White to not do anything harmful.

“F-Fine… J-Just be gentle, please…”, Vic Viper sighed gently.

With Vic Viper’s permission, White held out one hand on top of a Ship part. At first, White was still a bit hesitant on moving his hand… “...”, White had a nervous look on his face. Vic Viper took notice of the face.

“I-It’s okay, White. I’m f-fine with you touching that area…”, Vic Viper reassured White. White began to move his hand around the Ship part. Gently; very curious on what was going to happen- Purrrr…

Both Bombers blushed, as one of them was red as a tomato. For the third time.

“O-Oh… My goodness....”, Spoken quietly from White.

Vic Viper looked away, all embarrassed from what was happening. Rubbing his arm with his other hand. No words were spoken out from him.

White took his hand away from the Ship part, feeling bad for making Vic embarrassed.

“S-Sorry…”

Vic Viper started to face White again, still blushing from what happened. Seeing how White was making that sad look on his face.

“...I-It’s okay....”

…

An awkward silence was surrounded between the two…

...

Whites hand was being gently pulled from Vic Viper…

“Hm…?”, White was confused on what Vic Viper was trying to do. That confusion soon turned into a surprised look on his face.

Vic Viper wanted more. He wanted to feel Whites hand on his Ship part again. “V-Vic…? What are you-” Vic Viper cuts White off mid sentence.

“Please... Keep doing it.” Now White was turning into a red tomato. He was surprised, but concerned if Vic Viper really wanted this. “Y-You don’t need me t-to do this… I-”

“Shhh…”, Vic used his other hand to shush White. Yes, it was embarrassing for Vic Viper; But it didn’t mean that he wasn’t enjoying the feel of his boyfriend’s hand. Exploring around his Ship part. Vic Viper being with White, made him feel calm… Even if White was a bit of a push over; It didn’t change the fact that he loved and cared so dearly for him.

White began to calm down, as he started to rub Vic Vipers Ship part once more. More purring coming out of the engines. Everything was feeling soothed between the two. It even went at a point where Vic Viper’s hands were all on the hand that White was using to rub the ship part, it just felt so relaxing.

White scooted closer to Vic Viper, wanting to add more to this soothing feeling. Putting his other hand on Vic Viper’s other ship part. Pressing his head against Vic Viper.

“Hehe… You seem to love this… D-Don’t ya…?”, White flirted. Purrr...

Vic Viper nodded. Words couldn't describe how much he was loving this; and to add on that possible flirting that White was trying to do. White then gave Vic Viper a peck on the forehead, causing Vic Viper to giggle in excitement.

It was too much for Vic Viper to handle, that it caused his arms to form a full hug. This made White fall down on the bed, while Vic Viper was on top of him.

… “Hehehe… Hahaha!” Both Bombers began to laugh, alongside each other. Happiness was now the mood of this room.

Gazing between their eyes, Vic Viper began to rub Whites cheek. Wanting to give him something in return; even if he didn’t ask for it.

Vic Viper tries to signal White to come a bit closer to his face. White was blushing furiously, but he obeyed Vic Viper’s order. ...Both faces were touching each other… Forming a kiss…

As they were kissing, White kept rubbing Vic Viper’s ship part. As if Vic Viper was already purring enough from getting a smooch from the man he really likes.

Purrrrr~! As seconds passed, the kiss was broken. Vic Viper laid his head back on Whites chest, feeling satisfied. Though, that didn’t mean he would decline for any second kisses.

White rubbed Vic Vipers head, looking down at him so tenderly. “V-Viccy… I love you so much… What have I done to deserve someone like you in my life…”

Vic Viper giggled at such a silly question. “The way you are, dear… I love you as well…” White was still looking down at Vic Viper, his heart was melting over what he said… He just hopes that this relationship keeps getting closer and better. As long as they can communicate properly, it shouldn’t be too much of a huge problem. As Vic Viper was cuddling on White’s chest, White began to face where his digital clock was.

“Heh… I think it’s time I go cook some supper, Viccy.”, White really hopes that Vic Viper didn’t mind this love fest ending now. Vic Viper groaned; but he had to give White his space now. White chuckled over how annoyed Vic Viper sounded. Not that he blames him for not wanting it to end. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we can get back to this. If you're in the mood by then.” Vic Viper really hoped he didn’t mind; he didn’t need to do this to make him happy. White already makes him feel happy without the need for this kind of affection and attention. “Yea, yea. So, what’s for tonight?” “Well, It is Tuesday. So might as well whip up some tacos for everyone in here!”, White sounding very confident. Vic Viper blushed slightly and giggled over how White was saying that sentence. White was just too cute for this world, as serious as he can sound. “Well, what are we waiting for?”, Vic Viper began to hop out of Whites bed. Both Bombers exited out of the Elderly Brother’s room. Getting ready get all of the family together, in time for supper.

#my writing #story #fight and flight

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writers-hes · 5 years

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christmas record.

hello! thank you so much for reading cherry, falling, and late christmas. if you haven’t read them yet, you could do so by clicking the link here.

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HAPPY 100+ FOLLOWERS I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

warning: unedited ! i was rushing to post this before christmas but i’ll be going over my fics soon to edit everything. thank you!

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you were a photographer. you liked going to free shows around town, taking pictures of everyone in it. you liked how music swayed them and made them live in the moment. photography was your way of immortalising that fleeting moment. still, you weren’t as successful as other photographers to make it as your main source of income and that was okay. as long as you get to share your art with an audience, you knew you were doing something. you were on a break from your shift at baskin robbins when your phone notified that you just received a message.

helenepamburn.photography: Hello i just want to say i absolutely love your work!!

your phone read. helene pemburn was a photographer you’ve never heard of before. you decided to look at her instagram and check out her work and damn, it is amazing. it seems as though her muse was harry styles, your best friend’s favourite male artist. you have listened to his songs before, even downloaded his first album and he was good.

35mmdiary: oh my god!! thank you so much. i love yours too!! portrait is something that i’m not entirely good at :-)

helenepamburn.photography: Im helene, by the way ! What camera set-up do you usually use? 35mmdiary: hi, helene!! i’m y/n. i usually just use a minolta xg-1 camera and i switch up on the lenses…i’m more of a film photographer than a digital one… helenepamburn.photography: Ah! so you don’t use dlsr cameras?? 😮

35mmdiary: i do but i just take whatever photo and then edit it on lightroom…with my old presets hehehe

35mmdiary: oh im sorry i have to go i have to finish my shift!!

 the conversation ended at that at first but weeks into it and you found yourself really enjoying talking to helene. she became an instant friend, exchanging tips and tricks on photography. she would even talk about how it was touring with harry and etcetera. you wanted to meet each other soon but it was hard, seeing as your finals was right around the corner and harry releasing his new album.

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“helene, who are you talking to? you’ve been on that phone for so long!” jeff azzof asked. it wasn’t unlike helene to type away at her phone 24/7. she was usually in her corner, editing harry’s photos for the world to see. “y/n,” she muttered. “who?”  “i found her on instagram and she really has amazing shots! look,” helene said, showing your instagram to jeff. “and this is all film! no editing,” she praised. “oh wow, she is good,” jeff commended. “yeah, well…about that. i think i’m gonna take a break from work first,” helene started. jeff looked at her quizzically. “i know harry’s about to release his album and there’s the thing at the forum and etcetera but i think y/n is gonna be a good replacement, no?”  “does harry know?” he asked. he was a little concerned that helene’s leave was a little sudden. sure, she’s been working hard, always going where harry was and taking photographs of him but still, it was abdrupt and it wasn’t quite what he was expecting. “ah, no not yet. i was hoping you could talk to him about it?” she shyly asked. harry’s been a ball of stress lately and helene knew that if something out of the schedule were to happen, harry would freak. “helene…” jeff warned. helene looked at him, practically begging him to go tell harry. jeff only sighed and nodded. “thank you!” she gushed. “i owe you one, big time,”

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it was almost the holiday break, and you can already feel the christmas in l.a.—it’s not snowing, particularly and it’s not as iconic as new york christmas but you can already see christmas lights hanging downtown and at the grove. starbucks already released their holiday drinks and their holiday cups. you were finishing your last paper for the term, ready to finally get back to photography. you finished ahead of everyone else in class and begged some of your professors to let you take some quizzes and tests in advance. perhaps you were lucky this christmas because they allowed you to and you passed your term with good grades.

helenepemburn.photography: y/n I have a question to ask… 35mmdiary: sure what is it??

helenepemburn.photography: Are you done with classes? The semester?? 35mmdiary: yeah why?? helenepemburn.photography: How would you feel about replacing me as a photographer??? Im about to go on a break and I want you to be my fill-in??? You will be paid the same fee as I do during those days too

35mmdiary: What??? are you sure?? helenepemburn.photography: Yes!! The team will be in l.a. next week for a couple of interviews and etc so would be able to meet you and show you the ropes and hang out!!

35mmdiary: sure!! send me the details…i’m free until christmas anyway :)

helenepemburn.photography: See you then !! Im so excited to finally meet you !!

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it’s been a few days and your best friend was absolutely ecstatic to know that you were harry styles’ photographer for a few weeks. you’ve been thinking about backing out but from your conversations with helene, it seems like she was really craving for a short break. she told you about going to japan and malibu with harry to take behind the scenes photographs. she loved it, of course but she was getting drained. besides, you will be paid a good amount of money for your services, unlike some of the previous bands who told you that you will have a shoutout for the ‘free’ photos you would give them. artists who don’t support artists suck, don’t they?

“i can’t believe! harry fucking styles!” your best friend, gina, exclaims. she was a harrie, the biggest one you’ve seen. she went to the forum, the closing venue for his first solo world tour, bought merch, and runs a fan account on twitter. “shh! keep it down, gina! it’s just a temporary job. i just took it as a favour to helene and also because it pays well. i can pay a little more to my college debt,” you muttered. “still! once you’re on tour with him, don’t you ever forget me,” she fake cries. “i just want a video greeting for harry, okay? like the one that i got you when i met adore delano,” she told you. you nodded and she squealed, jumpy in her seat because she was about to receive a personalised video from harry styles.

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helenepamburn.photography: Im free right now if you want to meet up!! Im in la and i forgot how much i hated la traffic ://

35mmdiary: sure! where do you wanna meet? helenepamburn.photography: Harry rented an airbnb for all of us in beverly hills…would you like to meet in a coffee shop near it?? Im really craving for american starbucks right now 35mmdiary: sure! i’ll meet you there at 2:30? helenpamburn.photography: Ok and then we can go to the airbnb to meet up with jeff so he could walk you through the details sound good? 35mmdiary: okay…i’ll see you in a bit! be safe !  

you immediately went inside your shower to take a bath. you were finally meeting helene! you didn’t know who jeff was but you decided to dress a little nicer today just in case this jeff guy was a little strict. opting for minimal make up, your favourite floral pants, white shirt, and your boots, you decided to head out with your iPad and film camera to show helene some of your photos.

it’s almost 2:30 when you arrived at the coffee shop. helene was already there, waving at you excitedly. you smiled and jogged up to her. “helene!” you called as she greeted you with a hug. “y/n! i’m so happy i get to finally meet you!” she laughs. “i hope it’s alright, i already ordered for you,” she says. “oh! thank you. how much was it? i’ll pa—“ “don’t be silly now! it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about it. now, tell me, how have you been?” she asked. you chuckled. “i’m good! i finished all my papers early to focus a little bit on my photography,” you tell her. “college is really sucking the life out of me! i worked part time in baskin robbins too so the stress is just too much,” you grumbled. “ah, well, i promise photographing harry isn’t that stressful. he’s quite chill with whatever you present him as long as it’s in black and white,” she joked. “kidding aside, harry’s whole crew is kind. very approachable and very good people,” she informed you. her words brought comfort over you as you were worrying about how they would treat a newbie. “i’m just really taking a break because i’m so tired! besides, my best friend will get married on christmas and i wanted to be there and take some pictures,” she says.

“you did mention that you like wedding photographs too,” you told her. “i love them! they’re so fun and the vibe is so different. i’m a bridesmaid so i just have to be there, you know? i’m wearing a really cute dress too! here, i’ll show you,” she gushed. she took out her phone and opened the picture. it was a great dress. it was a long peach dress and helene said that all the bridesmaids had dresses inspired by the colours of the sunset. “that’s so cool! i wanna get married someday but then again, not really,” you shared. helene nodded at that. you both spent the afternoon together, walking around beverly hills and just talking.

“hey, let’s go back to the airbnb so i can introduce you to everyone!” she gushed. she booked an uber and then immediately dragged you to the car. you loved how chatty and enthusiastic she was, basically telling you her life story and her friend’s life story in just a few hours. you rode the car once it arrived and it zoomed past the fancy beverly hills neighbourhood. it was a few minutes after when you arrived at a big house. “we’re here! i’m so excited for you to meet jeff, mitch, sara, claire, and everyone else!” she squealed. she beat you into paying for the fare and then dragged you again to the main, where she knocked and cursed at jeff for not opening the door immediately in french.

“fuck’s sake, helene! hold on!” a man called from the inside. “that’s jeff, he’s the oldest in this house but doesn’t seem like it,” she snickered. you were about to reply to helene when a friendly-looking man opened the door. he was scowling at helene, a facial expression she only chuckled at. “hello, jeff! this is y/n, y/n, this is jeff,” she introduced. “hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you told jeff. “same here,” he brushed off. “come in, enter,” he said cooly. you frowned, helene said that they were nice people but jeff seems so intimidating. “give the poor girl a break, jeffrey!” helene said. she guided you to the living room and made you sit on the the couch. “so, i take you’re helene’s replacement while she’s away?” he asked.

“uh—yeah,” you replied, picking on the loose thread of your white shirt. he chuckled at your nervousness. “you dress like harry,” “sorry?” you asked. helene laughed, noticing how similar you dressed with the star. “she does! i just noticed that!” your friend exclaimed.

“anyways, i’ll be fetching some papers and documents you have to sign. harry’s a big star after all, we can’t trust everyone,” he said before going to god-knows-where. “i’m sorry! he’s not really like that. it’s just that many people before you came here with me as an intern or something but they always end up leaking photos, putting harry in trouble and all that,” helene apologised. “oh, i totally understand. it’s no problem,” you reassured. you were fumbling on your shirt, once more, when jeff arrived. “here,” he put the folder on the coffee table. “read the document over and sign it if you agree, of course…it’s just about harry’s privacy and all that,” he said. “call me when you’re don, i’ll just make us a drink,” he left the room again and probably into the kitchen. you read over the document a few times before signing on the required pages. it was basically concerned with harry’s privacy and how you couldn’t sell harry’s photographs to the tabloids. helene was there with you to explain the whole contract and how the ropes would work.

“she’s done, jeff!” she called. jeff emerged from the kitchen with a tray of iced coffee and some fruits. he laid the tray down on the table gently and took the folder from your grasp. you watched as he made sure that you signed all of the pages on the papers and smiled. “welcome to the team!” he suddenly beamed.

“thanks,” you smiled at him.

“i’m sorry for being rude earlier. it’s just that some photographers and ‘newbies’ take this job for granted. so, anyway,” he coughed. “help yourself to some coffee and tell me about yourself,”

“well, uh—i’m y/n y/l/n. 21 years old and i’m currently taking up business ad. i really love photography but my parents aren’t really set on supporting me have it as my profession in the future. i, uh, also take photographs of artists in free shows but i mostly do film, if that’s okay? harry’s photos will be developed after four hours if we’re here in l.a. but probably more than that if we’re not here, which i’m assuming won’t happen? i have a friend from one of my electives who knows how to develop film,” you told him.

“it’s worth the wait, jeff! do you have some photos, y/n?” helene interjected. you nodded and took out your iPad.

“uh, you can just swipe through the images of the scenes and people i took,” you told him, opening the photos app and into your digital portfolio. you handed jeff the ipad and waited anxiously. “wow, these are good. helene actually showed me your instagram already and i’m impressed. now, we will give you some money for the films and the development process when you start working, which is tomorrow—“

“ah, it’s okay. the salary is enough to cover for everything,” you reassured. “no, no. i insist. helene also had the same budget. besides, you’re doing us a favour for agreeing to this job instantly,” he said. you nodded shyly. “anyways, you could stay here in the house or something since helene will leave the day after but that’s your choice, completely.” he said. “i’ll just stay in my apartment,” you told him. he nodded and looked at the time. “well, dinner’s about to start. i suggest you attend so you could meet everyone,” he smiled. you nodded, not really wanting to piss your new boss. “i’m sure everyone’s excited to meet the baby of the team,” he chuckled.

“ah! i’m so excited for you to meet claire and sara. you’re gonna love them!” helene squealed. “wait here, okay? i’ll just change into my pyjamas,” she said. you nodded and watched her leave the living room, leaving you alone with jeff.

“so, where did you grow up?” he asked. “i actually grew up here in california and then moved here in l.a. for my studies,” you informed him.

“that’s great,” he nodded. “let’s just wait for everyone else to come,” he said. you nodded and spent the following minutes chatting with helene and jeff. he may have been intimidating at first but he was a pretty chill guy. you liked his humour and immediately clicked once helene told him about the time some bands were lowballing you with a shoutout, to which jeff told you you should be charging more for your shots. it was nearing eight when two girls barged in the door, bringing some takeout.

“sara, claire!” jeff greeted. “this is y/n, the newest baby of our team,” he said. you waved at them shyly.

“she dresses like harry,” sara observed. “that’s what i thought so too!” jeff chuckled. he took the paper bags from the girls. “i’ll just fix this up in the kitchen while your girls chat,” he said while going back to the kitchen. “jeff is such a dad to all of us,” sara said once she sat in front of you with claire. “yeah, it’s nice knowing that there’s parental love going around here or it would be such a mess! mitch is the slobbiest person ever while sara here, hates his mess!” claire said. “so, how did you know helene was about to leave?” she asked. she wasn’t asking in an intruding way, she was just curious.

“well, helene and i are ‘internet friends’,” you told them. “i’m a photographer and i mostly use film. it was her who told me to come fill-in for her while she was away,”

“wait, youre 35mmdiary?” sara asked. you nodded. “she’s been raving about your work and harry seemed to like it too! i follow you on social media!”

“me too! i love your work! so, so good,” claire added.

“thanks, guys! that really means a lot to me,” you said. you took a mental note to follow them back once you go back home.

“where are the guys, anyway?” helene asked. “we couldn’t start dinner without them,”

“mitch told me he was with harry, buying some chinese food. they’re on their way back, though.” sara said.

“oh well, let’s just wait for them to come back,” helene said. you girls nodded and chatted for a bit until eighteen minutes later, the door opened, revealing the harry styles himself and mitch.

“i told you, haz! you should’ve bought soup dumplings instead of the fried ones,” a guy with long hair complained.

“but there might be holes in the dumplings and all the soup would fall out. fried dumplings are the safe option, honestly,”

“guys—“

“sarah, tell harry that soup dumplings are better that fried o—“ he stopped, just realising that there was another person in the house. “hello, who are you?” he asked, utterly confused.

“i’m the photographer filling in for helene while she’s away,” you spoke. “ah, well in that case, hello! my name is mitch,” he said. when he noticed that harry wasn’t speaking soon, he spoke again. “this is harry and that over there is adam,” “oh yeah, i know. hi, harry,” you shyly waved at him. you also waved a greeting to adam to which he returned. harry gave you a tight-lipped smile. you always imagined this moment to be somewhat chill but right now, your cheeks were absolutely burning because of how beautiful he was. pictures didn’t do him justice, no offense to helene but it was the reality. “i’m y/n,” you added.

“hi, y/n. i’m harry but mitch already beat me to it,” he muttered. mitch only laughed and told him to go to jeff so he could set up the table.

“she kinda dresses like you, no?” mitch commented once he thought they were out of earshot.

it was less than ten minutes when jeff called you girls to go to the dining room. you were sat beside helene and in front of harry, who seemed to look everywhere but you.

“well, this was supposed to be a simple dinner but it isn’t. let’s welcome y/n into the family and bid farewell to helene,” jeff started. “everyone say ‘welcome to the family, y/n’!” there was a chorus of welcomes around the table and you only managed to mutter a shy ‘thank you’ to everyone.

“so, how did you know helene?” mitch asked. “oh we met through the internet,” you replied. “she messaged me about my work and then i looked at her profile a bit and decided that i loved he work too,”

“we’ve known each other for months but only met today, actually.” helene said. “huh, i would’ve thought that you knew each other for years but then again, helene has always been the noisy one,” adam commented.

“you’re just as noisy as i am! i cant believe this is how you treat me on my last day until i come back,” helene faked sobbed.

“let’s jusy eat dinner, yeah? poor y/n must’ve been so tired and hungry from all the talk you’ve been drilling into her,” adam said. everyone nodded and took their food. you shyly opened your chinese take-out box.

“y/n, i’m sorry if this is rude but i haven’t seen any of your work before,” mitch suddenly said.

“i’m not really a big photographer,” you started. “honestly, i just go to free shows and then offer my services for a cheaper price,”

“you should definitely see her work, babe. so, so, good! she does film and that’s like, super hard,” sarah added. babe? “y/n, show him your ipad so they’ll believe me!”

“alright...” you nodded and fished for your ipad, opening the album that contained your beat shots so far. you handed it to mitch. you stared at him for any reactions and was glad to see him focus on your pictures, zooming in on some of them.

“these aren’t filters? damn, you’re good. yo, look at this, adam! isn’t this the band you’ve been listening to on soundcloud?” mitch asked, showing adam your photograph of the vocalist of peach pit. adam looks over and gapes.

“y/n, this is so good! what’s your username on insta? i’ll give you a follow!”

“it’s 35mmdiary! i’ve been showing you gus her work for months now,” helene grumbled.

the dinner started and ended like that, with friendly banter from what seems to be a loving environment. jeff was definitely the father of the group. you liked everyone but harry. he hasn’t talked to you all night, just stealing some glances at your direction. helene booked you an uber and told you to text her once you’re home. you nodded and bid her good bye before riding into the car.

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“harry, what do you think of y/n?” jeff asked once you left.

“pretty cool girl, yeah?” he commented.

“you barely looked at her! she’s quite lovely,” claire added.

“probably because he finds her cute or something,” mitch teased. “always does that! playing hard to get but really, what is there to get?”

“shut up, mitch,” he blushed. it was true. harry did sort of find tou attractive. you were so kind to everyone, taking their compliments gracefully. you got along so well with the other members and he wanted to talk to you but adam and helene hogged the conversation. perhaps he should talk to you alone, sometime?

“okay so, christmas is coming soon and once again, we will be needing to have our secret santa!” sarah said, changing the subject as harry looked like a poor fish gaping.

“should we include y/n?” adam asked.

“of course! she’s a part of our family now, even if it’s temporarily,” helene said.

“yeah and we should take you out instead...” harry teased.

“hey! that’s not nice,”

“well, she’ll be coming in tomorrow and basically everyday to accompany harry on photoshoots and to get some shots as well. we could talk to her about it tomorrow,” jeff informed. everybody nodded at that.

“gotta go back to my room, m’tired from today,” harry yawned. everybody said good night as he left tahe living room.

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unknown to them, harry was actually looking theough your instagram. he decided to follow you once he reached his assigned room. everybody was right, you are good. he was so excited to have you as a part of the team.

harrystyles: Nice meeting you today, y/n. x

35mmdiary: hi hi!! it was nice meeting you today too :-)

harrystyles: Your works are lovely. I’m so excited to see more of your work.

35mmdiary: thanks ! i hope you like what you see so far. thanks for hiring me by the way

harrystyles: It’s quite alright! I loved what Helene showed me. I tried to get into film photography but it never worked out. So hard to figure out the settings. :(

35mmdiary: i actually started with dispposable cameras! they really helped me know what i like! i could teach you some of the stuff i know if you like. im not a pro or anything but i think there’s a few things i could teach you?

harrystyles: That sounds great! When are we doing it?

harrystyles: Can we do it tomorrow? I’m free tomorrow.

harrystyles: Only if it’s okay with you. :)

35mmdiary: yes of course ! i could meet you in the house tomorrow morning ?

harrystyles: No, it’s okay. I’ll just have someone pick you up just send me your address. I’m not a serial killer, I promise.

you gave harry your address and your number, just in case he needed it. that night, you looked for your spare disposable films while harry told jeff that you would be accompanying him tomorrow. jeff only teased harry but allowed it anyway.

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“good morning!” you chirped as you entered the black range rover. harry smiled at you. the driver at the driver’s seat nodded at you.

“good morning, love. i got you breakfast, if it’s okay. if you don’t like it i could eat it and we could go somewhere else for breakfast,” harry rambled, offering you a brown bag. you looked into it and saw a ham and cheese croissant—your favourite sandwich.

“this will do just fine. this is my favourite sandwich,” you said as you dug into the bag to get your sandwich. “would you like some? we could share if you like,” you offered. harry shook his head no, telling you that he already ate the same sadnwich as you did.

“by the way,” you started as you swallowed the pastry. “i got some disposable cameras that you could use in my bag,”

“you shouldn’t have...” harry pouted. “i basically hogged your whole day and now you’re giving me stuff too?”

“it’s okay. i wanted to. as long as we end just in time for me and helene to say goodbye to each other,” you smiled.

“lunch is on me then! i know this place near santa monica that served the best chicken wings!” he declared. you chuckled at his etermination to get even with you. “what are we doing today, by the way?”

“well, i was thinking we could go on a classic photowalk. it’s basically just us walking and taking photos of the things we like,” you told him. “i was thinking we could take photos downtown...” you trailed off, not realizing that the paparazzi might see harry. “or somewhere else you like so we could avoid the paparazzi,”

“we’ll go downtown then!” he said, not really caring about tomorrow’s tabloids. harry liked your presence. for some reason, it made him feel at ease. he didn’t care if you’d be labelled as harry’s girlfriend tomorrow. he just wanted to have a nice afternoon walking around and taking photos that he like.

“well, for me, it’s the perfect place. if you’re into portraits, you could photograph people! if you’re into sceneries, you could do that too,” you gushed as you finished the last of your croissant. “i like sceneries and candids a lot. taking portraits is something that i’m not really good at,”

“at least you know something! i’m such a beginner,” he admitted. “drop us off here, please, thank you.” harry told the driver. the driver nodded and stopped the car. harry immediately went out, dragging tou by the hand to hide from onlookers. it’s not like he didn’t want to meet fans, he did. it was just that he’d rather be unnoticed when dealing with private matters, such as spending time with a girl whom he finds cute to gain some brownie points. he led you to an empty alley.

“you alright?” he asked. you nodded and fished out for the cameras in your bag.

“harry? here are the cameras. there are 36 shots per camera and because i brought you theee, you could do more than a hunderd. just give them back to me after you use it so i could have my friend develop them,” you breathed.

“thank you so much, y/n! you didn’t have to because i also have my own camera. just don’t know how to adjust it,” he frowned, looking down at the expensive camera hanging on his chest.

“i could take a look at it, if you like,” you offered. harry beamed at you and nodded rapidly. that day, you spent the afternoon taking photos of people living their daily lives. it was such a great day, walking downtown with cameras at hand. the day consisted of you and him talking about the most embarrassing stories you could think of when you were younger. he told you about the many times he fell onstage during his concerts, to which you laughed at, saying that you tripped on a wire once when you were photographing a gig for a local band. onlookers wouldn’t think that you were strangers at all but you didn’t mind.

that night, at the beverly hills mansion, you and the team huddled together to pick names for the small exchange gift. you left the house with a smile on your face a few hours after, really loving the group.

“alright, who picked y/n?” harry asked as soon as he walked back in from waiting outside until you left.

“why?” mitch asked. “well--” “he obviously likes her, dumbass,” adam said.

“you just met twice why would you like her immediately?” mitch asked again, clearly missing out on something. “she’s really a nice girl. besides, what’s wrong with finding her cute?” harry asked, clearly giddy about the day he spent with you. “she’s so cute especially when i told her earlier that she looked good in what she was wearing! then, she gave me these disposable cameras,” he added, showing off the cameras hanging on his wrist. “i really wanna get her something for christmas but i think it’s a little straightforward to just give her one, no?”

“what would you do for you to get her name?” sarah asked. “i’ll pay you a hundred dollars and treat you and a friend to a nice dinner,”

“i got her,” jeff said, giving the paper to harry and harry giving another piece with a different name on it. he gave jeff 300 dollars for the dinner and the monetary gift and said thank you. he smiled with his dimples showing and retired to bed.

“he’s whipped,” mitch mouthed to sarah. sarah only nodded, really finding it cute how harry found y/n cute.

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you’ve been photographing harry and his band for so many days now, rarely even having the time to clean your apartment, which was fine. it was always clean, only feeling like it wasn’t because harry was at your place, going over the photographs that he would be posting on his social media. you told him that you could come by the house in beverly hills but he told you to just stay at home so it would be safer. you didn’t protest but you did stress clean for a little bit.

“i really like this photo,” he pointed at your laptop. “i think mum would really like this, yeah?”

you nodded. it wasn’t your best shot but so far, it looked like it was harry’s favourite image of himself. you were done for the night and you were tired but you didn’t want harry to leave yet. you were enjoying his company and it seems as though he was feeling the same when he decided to open a new conversation.

“so, who did you pick for secret santa?” he asked as you opened your spotify christmas playlist and played it softly on the bluetooth speaker on the coffee table. “i can’t tell you that! it would ruin the whole thing,” you replied. you were perched on your couch, facing harry.

“why not? it’s not like you got me, unless you did…” he teased.

“maybe, maybe not,” you shrugged. harry pouted but started to hum to the christmas music anyway before sipping on his hot cocoa. “you know what i would love from you?”

“what?” he asked. he’s been tearing his hair for a perfect gift for you but nothing really came up. he wanted to get you a film camera but that would be too basic. “a christmas record from you! your voice is so good,” you gushed. “it would sound so great and i’m sure you’d sing christmas classics like the one paul mccartney sang,” you mused, clearly unaware of what was going through harry’s head. he finally found a perfect gift for you. “if you ever release a christmas album, hit me up immediately! i’d stream and buy the hell out of it. i’ll even wear your christmas merch,”

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“everyone shut up! i’m gonna record something in my room, don’t bother me,” harry breathed as soon as he arrived in the rented home. everyone’s eyebrows shot forward. they were huddled in the living room, playing uno. “okay, i’m sorry just don’t make too much noise!” he apologised. he ran to his assigned room after that, locking his door and taking out his guitar. clueless as to where he would start off, he decided to text helene.

harry styles: Helene!

Helene.: Harry !

harry styles: Do you know y/n’s favourite Christmas songs?

Helene: Not really but she’d be into classics dont you think?? Why ??

harry styles: I kinda got her for secret Santa and I don’t know what to give.

harry styles: Do you really think she’d be into the classics? Helene: Yes now stop talking to me i have to attend the dinner rehearsals why do you have to rehearse for dinner?

that night, harry set up his personal microphone, a device that he could just slip into his laptop’s usb, and sang at least three songs that he would sing with gemma whenever he was home for the holidays.

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it was after harry’s successful live show at the forum. you were busy capturing every moment of the tour with your camera. gina, your best friend was in the crowd too. it was your early christmas gift for her, along with a personalised video from harry like you promised. she squealed and hug you for being the ‘best best friend ever’. you laughed and received her hugs with joy. you were supposed to have a small staff-only after show party but decided not to come. you were tired and all you wanted was sleep. you told jeff about it and he nodded, hugging you and asking you if it was okay if you left alone. you nodded and wished him a good party. that night, you went home to your apartment, looking over the new photos that your friend e-mailed you so you could show them to harry the next time you see him. you took note of the pictures you liked alot.

“where’s y/n?” harry asked as soon as he greeted everyone. “oh, she left! said she felt tired and just wanted to sleep,” jeff shouted over the loud music and the loud people. the party became bigger as staff invited friends and family to come over. harry didn’t mind, he liked crowds. harry nodded at jeff, a little disappointed because he was hoping to get to you. he would be leaving for london next week for another live show and he was sure that you wouldn’t be able to come. the live show at the forum was supposed to be the big ending for the celebration of harry’s album in america. if he wouldn’t be able to see you now, he wouldn’t see you at all, probably.

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it was nearing 1 am when your doorbell rang. being a light sleeper, you woke up from your slumber in the couch. you must’ve fallen to sleep while finalising images you wanted to show harry next day. you fixed the coffee table a little bit then begrudgingly walking to the door, only to reveal the man who’s been keeping you busy.

“hi, y/n. may i come in?” harry asked. you nodded and opened the door wider, the cold from your air conditioning unit greeting harry.

“what are you doing here?” you asked as you and your guest settled on your couch. “well, i was at the party and i noticed you were gone so, i decided to come by. i’m sorry if it was so sudden it’s just that, i picked you for secret santa and i wanted to give you my gift before i leave for london next week,” he rambled. he the handed you a pretty christmas box.

“thank you, harry. what about your party?” you asked. “it’s fine, they’re fine. i just wanted to be here with you more.” he smiled. “go on, open it!”

you opened the box that revealed a red sweater.

“you said you wanted christmas merch, right? that you would wear it?” he asked. you nodded and unfolded the sweater to reveal a ‘harry’ sweatshirt in red. it was the one that gina wanted for so long but in the colour pink. harry’s name was embroidered on the soft red sweater in white, and his motto ‘treat people with kindness’ was embroidered on one of the sleeves in red.

“i picked out the colours and i hope you like it! it’s not from the same manufacturer but i figured you would like it,” he said. you looked deeper into the box to find a cd and a flashdrive. the cd cover was you and harry, a selfie he took using his phone when you were out having a photowalk. “you said you wanted a christmas record and here it is,” he said. you were smiling widely and thanking harry for the thoughtful gifts he got you. “i, uh, you have to listen to the songs and text me if you liked them, alright? text me as soon as you finish it.i have to go back to the party and entertain but i’d really love to hear your thoughts on the record, okay?” he asked, standing up from his seat and kissing your forehead. you nodded and watched him go outside your door, too overwhelmed with his thoughtful gift. you inserted the flashdrive in your laptop’s usb and clicked on track 1.

track 1 was harry’s rendition for paul mccartney’s wonderful christmas time--your favourite christmas song. you casually mentioned it to him once but didn’t think that he would remember. there were 8 tracks in the flashdrive, harry’s voice and guitar playing filling your apartment. you were wearing the sweater he gave you, feeling giddy at the gifts he gave you. you just finished track 7 and waited for track 8 to play when harry’s talking voice was heard from the speakers.

“hi, y/n,” he started. “well, i hope you like my gifts for you. the truth is, jeff was actually the one who picked you and i picked claire but i bribed him so i could give you this gift. truth be told, i like you. like, i’m crushing on you and if you feel the same way, i’m waiting in the parking lot. i just wanted to say this and was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date before i go back to london for the show and the holidays. wow this feels like a goddamn movie and i sort of like it. i hope you really love my gifts. i’m waiting outs--” you stopped the audio and immediately ran to the door, opening it. it revealed harry who was sitting beside the door, waiting anxiously. once he heard you go out, he stood up and smiled at you.

“silly boy! of course i’d go out on a date with you,” you said as you hugged him. he was chuckling, thanking the heavens for giving hime a wonderful christmas.

“what about when i’m in london? how would we talk then?” he asked. “we’ll make it work, yeah? see how it plays out,” you said. you felt him put his chin on the top of your head after kissing it.

it was the perfect ending to a perfect night and as the christmas lights surround you with your wreath hung on your door, you both wished for this christmas miracle to last.

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Is it possible for a Damien x reader where the reader is insecure about something (up to you) and he comforts her about it?

a/n: hi anon, thank you for the request! so far I love to do this so I hope you would enjoy this!

a/n2: this has become a little angst so fair warning, this is about body insecurity so, just a warning. please do not be triggered ya’ll because this is actually my insecurity hehehe

a/n3: Lastly, Damien is too sweet here. We all need a sweet boi

Summary: It was your birthday and Damien wanted to surprise you by posting your photos together on Instagram for the first time. Now, in your almost a year relationship, Damien has never really put you in the limelight, and now with your face exposed, your insecurity comes out and it got the best of you. A little dash of angst and fluff, a story on how Damien shows that he loves you.

in short words: Insecure reader, Damien comforting you by saying how much he loves you

enjoy!wordcount: 1,637k

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There were some perks in being Damien’s girlfriend for almost a year. You get to travel with him whenever he was required to at work, you get to know his amazing friends from SMOSH, and you get to distribute to them any ideas that you have for their next video.

But there was also another downside. Sometimes Damien doesn’t need a plus one for his work, you rarely hang out with the SMOSH fam because either they are super busy or you are busy, and because fans judge you too much.

Damien never posted a picture of you or any couple of pictures you two had, and you were fine with it. You both agreed to make it public but not too much. The whole internet knew Damien already has a girlfriend but they only saw pictures of hand-holding, or Damien hugging you with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

You were ecstatic at first, people were so intrigued on who you were, what you look like, and how you managed to make Damien Haas yours.

It was your birthday today, your family and friends greeted you as usual. Now, you expect to just maybe watch a movie or eat at a restaurant with Damien (of course, you two would eat somewhere far from the city) but it seemed like your boyfriend has different plans.

You were cooking for breakfast, Damien would come in a little while to spend the rest of the day with you when your phone dinged, followed by another, then another.

The notification popping up were endless.

You put your spatula down, turned the stove off as you grabbed your phone.

“What the…” You muttered to yourself as you opened the notification that says Damien Haas mentioned you in their story. Your eyes widen as you saw a picture, it’s you, drinking Starbucks and looking at your phone. Then another story was seen, it was you and Damien. Your lips were on Damien’s cheek as your boyfriend smiled very widely at the camera.

Written below was; “To the woman who made me what I am today. Happy Birthday, darling.”

Another photo was posted, and it was your photo while you are sleeping.

“You look so adorable, babe”

“What the heck is happening…” You murmured to yourself, erasing all the notifications that kept popping up. You viewed your profile and saw that you already had a hundred additional followers.

You bit your lip nervously.

The thing was, another reason why you didn’t want to be exposed as Damien Haas’ lover was that you were pretty insecure. You weren’t that type of girl with petite waist, gorgeous wavy hair, and you don’t wear that much make-up to start with, and you were a little in the chubby side.

In other words, not that type to be seen with Damien.

You groaned and dialed up Damien’s phone.

A few rings later, Damien answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Happy birthday!” You were greeted with a very enthusiastic Damien. Typical. That boy was always happy. “How’s my pumpkin?”

“Dames,” You pouted, wanting Damien to be with you right now. You were slight panicking at the moment, to be honest. “My pictures… now everyone knows me,”

“I think it’s about time they know you,” You knew Damien was all smiles but seriously, your anxiety and insecurity level is going off the charts right now.

“When are you going here?” You just asked, not wanting to worry Damien through phone call because that boy would really go to you right now if he suspected that you are unhappy. You were scared to make Damien feel guilty right now because he sounded so happy.

“Oh, maybe half an hour, just going to the office to drop some items then to you! See you in a moment, apple pie!” At least Damien’s silly nicknames for you were calming you a little. You talked a little more before he hangs up, then your phone was full of notifications again.

You groaned, saw some new comments on your previous posted pictures on your Instagram.

“Wow, so you are Damien’s girlfriend,”

“Luckkyyyy!!! So pretty

“Hmm??”

“:’(((((( very lucky”

Your heart was beating fast as notifications after notifications appeared. Then something caught your attention that made tears pool in your eyes.

“Damien could do better”

“I’m here,” Damien announced as he entered your apartment. He closed the door behind him as he removed his shoes in the process. Upon hearing no response from you, Damien walked up to the kitchen and saw empty dishes in the sink.

It was so odd it was making him worry.

He puts his takeout food for the both of you on the table, and proceeds to go to your room with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

He knew you liked sunflowers so he bought a dozen.

“Sweetkins?”

“Here, Dames,” Damien raised his brow at the raspy voice you made. He quickly entered your room and saw you in your robe and rubbing your hair dry in front of the mirror. Damien immediately smiled. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, the bouquet pressed against your side.

“Happy Birthday to my beloved,” When Damien looked into your eyes through the mirror, he frowned. He puts the bouquet down on the dresser and spun you around.

You hid our face behind the towel and Damien was ushering you softly to take it off.

“What’s wrong? Were you crying?”

“No,” It was an obvious lie and Damien was a little hurt.

Damien caressed your waist and you immediately released a sob. “Baby, please tell me what’s wrong? Was it the photos I posted? I am so sorry I posted it without your consent,”

With the lack of reply from you, Damien’s heart panged. So it was his fault that you were crying. Damien pulled you towards the bed and the both of you sat down, your face still buried on the towel you were holding.

“I’m sorry,” Damien started again after a couple of seconds.

Now you feel guilty. Damien should not be sorry. It was your own problem that was making you sad—but you can’t help—

“If you want I can delete it,” He suggested, already grabbing for his phone when you suddenly stopped him.

Your face was now shown and Damien wanted to punch himself for making your eyes puffy.

“I’m sorry,” Honestly, Damien was lost for words. He didn’t know it would end up like this. He had always wanted to show the world who his girlfriend was, and it was kind of breaking his heart on how disappointed you were with him showing you to his fans.

“It’s…” You started, your eyes averted down, not wanting to look at Damien’s beautiful ones. “It’s my fault…”

“No, babe, I—”

“Let me talk Dames,” You giggled a little in the midst of your crying and Damien was just too worried about you. “I’m sorry I am acting like this,” You sniffed, “B-but…” Your eyes started to sting, your lips quivering, “Am I… worthy,”

“What?” Damien was confused. Worthy? You were crying so hard right now in front of him, hands covering your face as Damien looked at you with confusing.

“Worthy? Babe, you are more worthy than—”

“I-I read the comments,” You said, a little too loud. “And they were right, I think you could do—better,”

“What?”

“Dames, I’m not—I’m not like Courtney, or Olivia, or Sarah— all of them are beautiful, and stylish, and here I am gaining more weight because you feed me, and still not know how to apply proper eyeshadow,” How you said that without cracking a voice was a mystery but your heart was stinging and your mind was spinning.

“I’m disgusting…”

Only the sound of your hiccups were heard as Damien looked at you with utter disbelief.

And you were scared because he might realize it that yes, he could do better.

“Y/N…” That made you look up at him and you were greeted with Damien’s disappointed face.

“How dare you call the woman I love disgusting?” He started and your eyes widen.

“How dare you to listen to those people when I tell you every day how much I love you?”

“Damien,”

“And how dare you compare yourself to anyone?” His voice softened and you cried again, wrapping your arms around Damien’s neck as you cried. You whispered some apologies and you felt Damien releasing a hiccup.

Now, Damien rarely cries. It made you cry more because of you made Damien sad.

“Oh Y/N… I love you so much,” He whispered while sniffing as he circled his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “Please, oh god, please. Do not ever think of yourself so low…” You finally pulled your head away and both of you stared at each other.

“I’m sorry Damien,” He leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

“Oh bubb,” He cupped your face and kissed your nose. “I love you,” He then kissed your forehead. “I love you,” Then your chin. “I love you”

Your cheeks, “I love you,”

He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckle, “I love you,” Then every fingertip with I love you.

You were blushing as Damien lets go of your hand and wrapped them around your waist again and squeezed, your robe falling a little on your shoulders and Damien took the opportunity to kiss it, murmuring an I love you before kissing another spot higher followed by another I love you.

Once he reached your jaw, he kissed your lips again.

“I love you,”

Sometimes you wonder, where Damien came from and how did you manage to get this sweet guy. You were just thankful for the heavens above that you met him.

“Love you too, Damien.”

~*~*~

Excuse any grammar errors okay?tell me what ya’ll think haha lovelots

#damien haas #smosh damien #damien haas x reader #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas imagines #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh squad #damien haas fluff

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nighttimepixels · 5 years

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What if reader was a mage? And how do the lilytale girls feel about mages?

An excellent question! In general, I tend to not hc that humans as they are when monsters Surface have many mages, or that there’s a big snap of magic or some such that re-introduces magic immediately - not that I hate the idea, quite contrary, it’s super cool and I’ve seen people do rad stuff with it! I just like working with the fun constraints that nonmagic readers have when interacting/getting to know the cast.

That said, what I do like to imagine is that essentially, monsters are natural sources of magic; just like humans exhale CO2, and trees/plants make oxygen… monsters sort of ambiently exude magic!

Basically, for me, it plays out that the longer monsters are on the surface, the wider they spread and get to do their thing, the more ambient magic returns to the world at large. When monsters were sealed away, so too was magic; whatever ambient bits were left behind (fauna or flora) eventually faded away, no longer ‘encouraged’/’fed’ by a source of natural magic. Monsters just… inspire it in their surroundings, without conscious effort (but with conscious effort can exponentially increase it, eg magical farming).

So as time passes, and ideally as monsters are recognized as sentient beings with their own equitable rights and so on, magic slowly begins to be cultivated in the world again - including in humans! It’s not a given that a human/monster couple that has a kid together will be a mage, but it’s a higher chance… and there’s higher chances of humans developing mage-like powers, or tapping into some magic ability or other, at least a little.

(more below the cut, including actually answering your question, woops)

And again, the more it’s cultivated (and the more the human is around monsters in a positive way), the more likely it is to happen - but time =/= stronger powers or anything, just the likelihood that some sort of magical ability will develop, period. Think… magically green thumbs, or maybe someone with a knack for ‘healing’ (maybe not broken bones, but minor cuts/bruises, or a knack for mental health healing eg can help people in panic attacks/seizures/traumatic episodes…), or with certain helpful resistances to an element (cold & heat being the most noticeable ones), or empaths, etc etc. Stuff that won’t necessarily grow into WizardryTM, but is definitely magical at its core!

Basically, the more monsters around, the more magic as both external and internal resource can be recognized/felt/cultivated. To what degree will strongly depend, and time is needed to make it ‘common’!

… Woops, I kinda Went Off on this one. My bad, I love magic systems and general worldbuilding structural things, heheh.

(⊙ヮ⊙|||)… oh shit you had an actual question wait-

As for the lilytale crew’s reaction, haha:

In this case, it’d turn into ‘Reader spends so much time/positive intent exposure to the lilytale girls, that perhaps some magical abilities begin to unlock over time! Most of the crew would be intrigued, honestly, but Blade, Pepper, Crimson, and Serif would be… more wary. All the girls are a little uncertain- there’s been a few reports of curious instances, a bit of buzz in the magical science community about this possibly happening as what I described above seems to be true of the physical environment in particular, and monsters can’t help but think of the story of it being mages that erected the barrier, after all…

But!

They’re all hopeless nerds and at this point have spent a significant time around Reader, and ergo the wariness is tempered by enough Friendship Points that they’re not upset. The aforementioned girls will just be a bit more inclined to really figure out what your limits/effects are, heh. And Blade in particular will be blunt as she often is, and say she’d prefer to know what you’re capable of before you come around to visit Twist again, if the powers show up when you’re not around.

… Of course, all the girls are dead curious badumtsh, so prepare for a lot of weird tests that almost seem like strange pranks and/or tests of courage to see if you develop any ‘extra’ abilities besides what likely showed up - something like an accidental knack for growing plants with a magical boost, or a bit of tech-type magic, or maybe infusing whatever you cook with a natural bit of healing magic.

… It’s gonna be a very silly, and wild, few months until household hijinks settle back into their usual level, or rather, at least don’t primarily focus on you XD

And with any luck… you’ll be willing to talk at length to Serif, who is the most likely to tug you aside and explain the cultural… snags, as well as offer/request a bit of a scientific approach to nailing it down, if you’re willing. It might seem intimidating, however laidback she is about it, but if you accept not only will your bond with Serif grow, you’ll also find she’s actually a stellar teach with a knack for boiling down complicated topics and finding layman’s answers to any question you may have about magic/souls/etc.

#night answers #lilytale asks #oops i did a worldbuilding #again #*sweats*#thanks for this question though!!#I ended up saying more than I meant to woops #getting back into the lilytale swing with some substantive questions heheh #Anonymous

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riddlesandqueries · 4 years

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Somebody Sure As Hell Messed Up (Part 4)

(In which Music Meister, nee Dennis Prowell, and The Toyman, rarely known as Winslow Schott, have a revealing conversation over board games.)

"I like to know as much information as I can. It helps things run smoothly." said the Toyman.

Dennis took a deep breath in, then out. No theatrics this time. "Fine. You want the real story. Here it is.”

“...This was a team effort: I was showing her a night on the town. After that whole 2000 scare I just thought a day to celebrate the New Year was what she needed. What I said about breaking in was true. We were stealing ... miscellaneous goods when your bowl arrived. It wasn't until the building started to crumble apart when she pushed me into the hand though. So there it is. Are you happy?"

"Really? She actually pushed you? That's something I'd expect her to do to me, not you. You two were supposedly pretty chummy." Winslow leaned in. "Goes to show you, she's a dangerous one."

"Well I would've expected Lyle to be more of the type to do such a thing. But I softened him up. I suppose I just didn't have enough time to get close to Darci. At least not to the point of being as chummy as you'd think." Dennis made a meek attempt to whistle to fill in the silence, but the mic on him kept making the pitch off key and weird. Definitely something he stopped a few seconds in. "I doubt she'll come over for some tea. You got no use keeping me around if that's the case."

"Oh she'll come. I've got my best man on it right now. And you'll be staying for a while. I can't help but be a little suspicious, you know? And we can keep each other company until our little reunion!" said Winslow, failing to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Suspicious? Me? Perish the thought." Shit. You blew it, Prowell. Dennis bared a smile that was more than a little ingenuine. "So. We're going to 'keep each other company?'"

"Naturally! I haven't had a guest over in a very long time. Tell me, do you like board games?"

A very long time, huh? "Board games are fun." Dennis tried to match Winslow's energy. In truth, Dennis was much more fond of scrapbooking news articles about crime than he had been about board games when he was a child. The only board game he's truly interested in is D&D, but that was neither here nor there.

"I have quite a few, but be warned! I've had a lot of time to practice." One of the doors to the room slid open to reveal a tall shelf full of colorful boxes.

"Ah, well! It looks like you've got a lot of things to keep us occupied. Ha." God. I wish Hartley were here...

"How about Battleship? Or Chutes and Ladders?" Winslow hopped down off of his chair and went to the shelf to peruse the collection. "Or maybe Connect Four?"

Yeah... Hart's just the person I'd want to see right about now. "Now, Battleship's something I know haha!"

"Oh boy! Sounds good to me!" He grabbed the box from the shelf and took his seat again, pulling the screens out of the box and sliding one down to Dennis. Winslow began setting up his side.

Dennis followed suit. "So you haven't had a friend over in a long time?"

"No, not since Peter. And I can't even remember the time before that. Mostly, it's just me and the friends I make myself. Uh, just say when you are ready."

He gave a thumbs-up in response. "G7. Merkel? Oh! He's been over at Sel's a couple of times. Very fond of Twister I've heard." Dennis then stopped for a moment. "Wait, then how did you meet Darci? Was it a henchgirl for hire gig gone to pot?"

"M-miss; J4" Toyman’s voice stammered as he placed a piece in his water. "You... you don't know do you? That's... kinda funny actually. You haven't noticed anything, well, peculiar about her, have you?"

"Hit. B2. No, nothing that would warrant suspicion. But that's coming from a Gotham resident. Maybe that sort of stuff flies past me." He stopped, just for a moment. "Then she's got something wrong with her, huh?"

"Oh no, she's perfect." He paused. "Well, correction: she was a little bit more rebellious than I expected. Hit! J5."

"Miss. B3" Rebellious, he says. Rebellious. Sure you can call a student or criminal rebellious. But a lover? Not unless you got something wrong with your own methods... "Is that so?"

"Hmmm, Hit. You sunk my destroyer! J3?" said Toyman, considering his move. "You think you've got someone figured out, and they go and manage to turn your life topsy-turvy. I just don't know how she did it, but oh boy, did she."

"Hit. A1. You could say that about anybody though. Everybody's kinda got layers to them you know. Like tree rings. Or cake."

"Miss. J2. I suppose that's true, but she really isn't just anybody."

"Hit. A5. Then who is she?"

"She is mine." said Toyman, pointedly, before clearing his throat. “Ahem. Miss. H3."

... Noted. "I'll rephrase the question. What was she like to you? Miss. F6."

"At the start, she was my perfect doll. Then a switch was flipped, and she fled. Eventually, that Big Blue Bully got jealous when I tried to get her back, but we fled together. I thought it would be different, or rather back to the way things were, but she was just as manipulative as she was when she left. Hit. J1."

"Hit. The ship has sunk. F5." ... This bitch is lonely. If I connect the pieces together, then he's probably been wallowing in his misery ever since. "That sure sounds rough. I totally get it. Is there anything you've done for yourself since she left?"

"Oh, you know. Just a lot of work around here. Trying to stay busy. I started my blog, but that didn't really pan out...Miss. E7?"

"Hit. C9." Bingo. "Maybe you could benefit from getting out more. I mean more than just a blog. Get some friends with different perspectives. Live a little. You discover more about yourself that way."

"I don't know where to begin with something like that.” replied Toyman plainly. “It's not like someone like me can just go out and try to chat with random people. People would take one look at me and want to run. It might be different over in Gotham, but over here, they would never. Miss. F6."

"You started off with your blog. And that got Peter to talk to you. That was a good starting point.

Maybe you could do the same thing. But you know. Without any alias or villain names. Then you wouldn't limit the people who share your niche interests to just rogues. Hit. C4"

"Miss, G7, And I don't think I can. I'm not much else but "The Toyman" anymore. I've devoted my entire life to get revenge on one man, and some alien takes him out before I got to try again. I'm not sure I am who I was anymore because I've been me for so very long."

"Hit. You sunk my ship. G1." Maybe that's why Darci ran off. Tch. "Then... Let's start off even smaller. Yeah. Bake the layers of your cake before you make the frosting! We'll just have to find some hobbies that click. Then we can go from there."

"Well, obviously I like toys. Uhhh, mechanical engineering? And movies.” He seemed curious, despite the mask. “Miss. C3"

"I'm sure there's plenty of other people out there who like movies and engineering too. Ever thought about joining a STEM group? Miss. F7."

"Hit. C9? There probably are, but what if they don't like me, or they find out who I am?"

"Hit. F8. If they're really your friends they wouldn't care, would they?" replied Dennis easily, although as his words settled in, he couldn’t help but wonder… I'm sure there's going to be someone to get me out of here. Hopefully not Darci… What if they've already forgotten about me? Or that they wanted me gone this whole time and they're celebrating my death as the minutes pass by? ...But that couldn't be the case. Almost everybody loves me!...Right?

"Hit. C10...I'm... not sure I want to talk about this anymore." murmured Toyman, presumably glancing away. "Do... do you like any movies?"

"Hit. F9." It's your funeral. "Oh, sure I like movies." Dennis smiled.

"Hehehe! Miss! C8? Do you have a favorite movie? O-or maybe a favorite genre?"

"Hit. E9, and… I only ever liked Quentin Tarantino flicks." he replied, with a blissful smile to accompany his lie. "I've always been enamored by the harsh reality of crime. It's just so intoxicating. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Miss. C7? Really? That's quite an interesting revelation about you, Mr. Prowell. I would have pegged you as just a musical fan, but that's what I get for assuming. I must admit it might not completely be my cup of tea, but I did enjoy Pulp Fiction."

"Hit. G9. Oh yeah! Crime's always been a big part of my life. My folks have always been a big inspiration for me when it comes to that."

"Miss. C6. Really? Your parents were criminals, then?"

"Hit. E5. Of course. Fine upstanding people they are. Looong before Big Blue came to town. Their old names were Songbird and Fireball. That ring any bells?"

"Miss. C6. They sound familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"You already played C6. Tch...They were part of an underground gang way back when. But they quit that sort of work before I came along. Never told me why though. Which is strange..."

"Oh, silly me. I meant to say C5. Hmmm... Where were they out of?"

"Hit. You sunk my ship. A8, and...The Intergang, I think. That place used to be big on recruiting metas back in the day. I know that for sure."

"They were INTERGANG? I don't blame them for leaving. Miss. D10."

"Yeah it had something to do with a mix up that led to members getting killed. Least that's what my Pop told me. But my kidnapping was when my folks were especially put off by the business. The first one. Miss. D1"

"'Mix-up?' I wouldn't be surprised if that's just what Mannheim said to cover his tuchus. I still wish I could have been the one to finally stop that bully. Miss. B10"

"Wait, you were after Manheim? Which one?"

"Bruno. That awful devil sent my father to prison and ruined my entire life."

"I was fucked over by Moxie Manheim! Damn old coot must be in his grave by now... Anyways! You know how there's an initiation to join?"

"Ha! Well, it's a small world after all! I think I heard something about it somewhere. Why?"

"Yeah, well... Moxie didn't really enjoy that Songbird and Fireball ditched the Intergang to start a family, so he decided to keep tabs on them. Their weaknesses and all that. Now, Moxie also had some new recruits lined up waiting to be official members." Dennis leaned in, conspiratorial.."He's got a big criminal brain as you know, so he thought it'd be real wise to make me a part of the initiation. Killing two birds with one stone, as they say."

"D-did they do it?" asked Toyman, on the edge of his seat.

"Of course they did it! Stole me away while my folks were vulnerable! Nothing much I could've done, figuring this was back in 1977." Dennis collected himself. "But they weren't having it! This was the last straw, Winslow!" He held up his index finger rather righteously. "And you know what happened?"

Winslow leaned closer in anticipation. "What?"

"They snuck in there and took me back! But not without a musical number first!" said Dennis proudly. Plain as day, he looked up to his parents: it showed in the glow of his smile.

"That must have been an absolute delight to see. So, you inherited your powers from a parent? Songbird, I presume? What could Fireball do?"

"She shoots a flare gun." he grinned.

"Truly fascinating! Um, also, it's still your turn. B10. Was that the last they heard from Mannheim and company?"

"Miss. B10. Oh no. not at all. A bunch of failed attempts were made afterwards. And well, since Moxie's departure, Bruno was the guy looking out to see if they were any trouble. But now that Bruno's dead and Vito doesn't really care. There's some peace." Something, just then, just clicked into Dennis' mind. And oh how ironic it was. "Until now."

"Miss. B5.” sighed Toyman. "If you are referring to me, please don't be so dramatic. I mean you no harm, unless you mean it to me. I only want a little incentive for Darci to come here. And if she pushed you into my robot's clutches like you said, perhaps her final capture will be something you can relish as well."

"Miss, B5...Hmmmm.” thought Dennis, smiling a bit. "Well... I just find it hilarious that out of all the villains who I fall into the clutches of, it had to be the one that happens to despise the Manheims the most." He started fidgeting with a red piece in his hand. "Call it a hunch, but this seems a lot like destiny."

"It was quite the coincidence! As I said earlier, it's a small world. I might not say destiny, but who knows? Miss, D5?"

"Miss. E2. Well, nothing's impossible, kid."

"Miss. I8...Perhaps." Winslow fell silent, awkward.

"Miss. H1...For someone called the Toyman, you're not much of an optimist are you?"

"Miss. H8. For someone named Music Meister, you're not much of a musical film fan."

"It's not my fault that musicals are better on the stage." He smirked. “Miss. J6. Much more of an experience, you know? To go out and see something like that live and in the present."

"Miss. I9. I... see your point. But you're right, optimism isn't my strong suit anymore..."

"Anymore? Then that means there was a point in time where you were an optimist!" There's still hope!

"When I was a kid, sure. But after my father was sent away, well, it hasn't been very easy."

"Have you been to therapy for that?"

"No, my foster families never wanted to pay for something like that."

"But your foster families don't control you anymore, you're a free man! If you're able to afford it, at least give it a try."

Winslow buries his masked head into his hands. "But can a wanted man like myself just waltz into some therapist's office without a dozen people calling the police on him?"

"People wouldn't recognize you without...the mask, would they?" asked Dennis, curious.

He looks up with a shrug. "I'm 4' 10", and have a rather distinct voice. They might not know my face, but they still might know me. If I'm lucky, then everything would be fine, but if I'm not, then I might be in a lot of trouble.”

"Jeez, Metropolis has got some shit health care, doesn't it? If that's what's keeping you from healing... Hmm." Dennis tried to come up with an appropriate counter argument.

“I9. Being a supervillain isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"...But being an actor is! I've got it! And it's brilliant! Maybe we can't do much about your height, but you can do something about your voice and movement!...Oh. Sorry. Miss. H3."

"C-come again?" Toyman was genuinely surprised. "I don't... I'm not really... um...Miss. G2."

"Yeah, okay. You'd have to practice speaking from your diaphragm, but that's gonna be a sinch cause you got a performer around!" Dennis pondered. "Maybe change the names a bit for this new persona... That'd work so you wouldn't have to lie in therapy per se. We all know that goes nowhere."

Dennis made a square with his index fingers and thumbs to frame Winslow.

"I can totally see your persona now Winn! Hit! I10!"

"I'm not... sure... what you're talking about? I.....?" flustered the Toyman before sighing. "Miss. F2."

"You seem so deadset on people hating you, right? And the inability to socialize and get proper therapy is what's holding you back from being a healthy and paranoid free individual, right?

So, we just need to make you a persona so people won't know you're the Toyman! So people won't ‘hate’ you! It's a genius plan! I swear!" smiles Dennis, putting heavy finger quotes on the word hate, as he genuinely didn't believe that everyone everyone hates him. “Oh! Hit! F10."

"I don't think... Let me just say: I don't want to be anyone else. I am me, no matter how awful my life has been, I can't really change it. If I try to make a new me, that can only take me so far before I just go back to being me. I can't make people stop disliking or fearing me. But I have been trying to change the way I go about what I do. I wanted to stop Mannheim from ruining any more families' lives, and I want to help make sure no more families are robbed of their lives because of some self-centered sneak!" Winslow’s voice slowly rose to a shriek, before he finally settles back down into his chair with another sigh. "Miss. H2."

After a brief pause, Dennis gently pat Winslow in the shoulder. "You're gonna lose your voice if you keep yelling like that." sighed Dennis kindly. "I get that you're trying to be noble and save families and whatnot, but if you keep going about this like a self-deprecating martyr, then soon there won't be much left of you to save any families. Hit. I4."

He shrinks away from the first pat, but eases on the following. "...Yeah, I suppose. But at least I did help, right? Miss. I2."

"Yeah. Yeah you did. Hit. H2."

There was a pause as Winslow looked down at the table. Without looking up, he muttered “Hit. E2...and...thanks."

There's the ticket. Actually, this time… "No! Noo! It's just what friends do." A warm, glowing smile swept across Dennis’ face. "If you really think people won't like you, then I won't push it anymore. But I like you. I like your motives too. So don't stress about it that much."

"Y-you like me? I'm your friend?" said Winslow, genuinely taken aback.

"Of course!" Dennis said, minimizing the situation.

"I... I've always wanted a... a real friend..."

"If you wanted a friend, then why didn't you just ask?" Dennis gave Winslow that same warm glowing smile as he stood up.

Winslow sat still for a couple seconds before his emotions did finally catch up to him. He sobbed slightly but collected himself quickly. "Thank you so much!" he said, much happier than he'd sounded before. "So...E2?"

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lailaliquorice · 5 years

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our lungs are full; we must breathe out

alternative title: EVERYONE COME AND GET YOUR PARRLYN ANGST

specifically requested by @boleynssixthfinger and @annabanana2401

Angsty Boleyn seemed to be what everyone wanted so I give you all angsty boleyn. I started working on something else first before parrlyn took over and I switched to this so there is still more angsty boleyn in the works.. hehehe

so it’s kinda pre-relationship parrlyn. it’s cute tho

TW for panic attacks c:

Cathy didn’t understand it.

Of course she knew that everyone coped with trauma differently; she’d done a fair bit of reading into mental health since her reincarnation, mostly prompted by Kat’s evident PTSD that regular counselling had done wonders for. She knew that everyone needed different approaches and different types of support to deal with their pasts.

But Anne didn’t seem to be dealing with it at all. Everything was a joke to it seemed, from what they did on a day to day basis to what she sung about every night. That detail was what worried Cathy the most.

She and Kat had both been dragged through hell and back during their past lives and both of them liked to make light of it at times, but when Kat told her story she took it seriously. She knew that what she’d been put through was wrong. And unlike their first couple of weeks the retelling wasn’t hard for her anymore, she had accepted how wronged she’d been and taken steps to move onwards from it.

Anne, however, never dropped that façade for more than a moment. There was always a split second during her song when the cockiness was replaced by deep rooted fear, and Cathy always made sure that she was looking towards Anne when that happened. The others probably believed it was part of the act, but Cathy could see the haunted look in her eyes as she begged the auditorium to understand her point of view. With how fast she covered her nightly slip up with a new joke Cathy might not have believed anything was wrong, if not for the fact that she saw the same hint of desperation creep into her voice every show. And when dark circles started to appear beneath Anne’s eyes first thing in the morning she was determined to try and help her.

It was only the two of them in the house when Cathy decided it was time for her to take action. They were both in Anne’s attic bedroom, Anne writing at her desk and Cathy sat reading on her bed since her window was jammed shut and it was far too hot in there to concentrate. A comfortable quiet had settled between them as they worked, punctuated only by the occasional page turn and the scratch of pen across paper, before Cathy sat up and asked “Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?”

Anne paused in her writing as she looked over at Cathy, smiling with a shake of her head. “Course not, ask away.”

“Why are you doing this to yourself?”

There was a look of confusion on Anne’s face as she blinked at her for a moment, but Cathy was sure she could see slight wariness there too. “Don’t know what you mean,” she said, the cluelessness sounding more forced than ever.

“I mean this,” Cathy pushed on, gesturing to the full page of notes that Anne had amassed. “Look at what you’re doing. You’re brilliant, but you won’t let anyone else know it. I read your poetry in our old lives and I know you’re still the same person deep down but I can’t understand why you’re hiding it.” Her words were chosen carefully, circling around the real question she wanted to ask for fear that Anne would clam up if she was too direct.

Anne didn’t move for a moment, and Cathy briefly wondered whether she’d already pushed too far. But then she shrugged. “It’s easier,” was all she said dropping her gaze back to her page of prose.

Cathy shook her head. “It’s not,” she argued gently, shifting to sit closer to Anne with her legs hanging off the bed. “You shouldn’t feel like you have to hide part of yourself. No matter what happened before. We’ve got a new start, why not use it to do everything you never got to do then?”

“It is a new start,” Anne agreed, clearly avoiding meeting Cathy’s eyes. “That’s why I’m doing this. I don’t have to think about what happened back then, I tell the story during the show and that’s it. No point wasting time focusing on all that.”

It was closer to the answer Cathy was really searching for, and she gave Anne a minute of quiet as she sorted through her own thoughts. Anne didn’t give her a chance to speak first though, a false smile on her face and hint of laughter in her tone as she looked over and asked “Why’re you bothered anyway?”

“Because I care. And I don’t like to think that you’re bottling things up without telling anyone what you’re feeling.”

The smile dropped from Anne’s face at her words, looking intently at her hands. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like it matters anymore,” she muttered. “Kat went through worse, you should be worrying about her not silly old me.”

“We can worry about both of you, y’know,” Cathy countered lightly, the corner of her lip turning slightly upwards before she was serious again. “And Kat’s been dealing with everything she went through, she’s learning to accept it and move on,” she said, breaking off to sigh before continuing hesitantly. “Look… please don’t throw me out for this. But I’m worried that you’re just pretending nothing happened to try and make it go away. You’ll never move on if you don’t acknowledge that it happened and you can’t do that if you keep joking about it.”

Anne flinched backwards when Cathy went to take her hand, standing up and taking a few steps away from her across the room. “Can we talk about this another time?” she said, but the attempt at false cheeriness was broken by the dangerous wobble in her voice and how much her hands were trembling. A second passed before she was suddenly doubled over, hands around her neck as her shoulders convulsed with sobs.

Cathy was on her feet in an instant, wrapping her arms around Anne just as her knees buckled and guiding her as gently as possible to the floor. Anne’s hands were clawing desperately at the clasp of her choker but it snapped off before Cathy had a chance to unclip it, fluttering down to reveal the thick white scar that encircled Anne’s neck. Cathy’s stomach dropped like a stone as she saw it uncovered for the first time, though her frozen shock was short lived as Anne continued to scratch at her skin as panicked tears streamed down her cheeks. “Cathy- Cathy my neck-,” she choked out between shallow breaths.

Not entirely sure what to do but knowing she had to do something, Cathy grabbed hold of Anne’s frantic hands and held them tightly in her own to keep her from hurting herself. “It’s not real, you’re safe in the twenty-first century, he can’t hurt you here,” she repeated firmly, squeezing Anne’s trembling hands in the hope that the physical touch would bring her out of her panic even if the words didn’t get through.

Anne’s head jerked in a slight nod. “It hurts so much,” she said in a pained whisper, making Cathy’s heart ache and wish there was more she could do. She was alarmed for a moment when Anne snatched her hands back but she only clutched her throat this time, rocking back and forth until Cathy pulled her into her chest with Anne’s ear over her heart.

She’d comforted Anne’s daughter like that countless moons ago. Now she could only hope that the sound of her heartbeat was enough to bring Anne back to her just like it had always been for Elizabeth.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Anne broke the silence after a couple of minutes, sounding less panicked but still utterly distraught.

Knowing that words of logic would fall on deaf ears until she was calmer, Cathy just murmured “I know love,” as she held her tight and let her cry for as long as she needed to. When Anne’s sobs turned into quiet sniffs she murmured “You have nothing to be sorry for. Please don’t ever think that anything was ever your fault.”

Anne hummed quietly at that, dropping her hands from her neck to wrap them around Cathy’s back instead. Other than that she showed no signs of moving from where they were sat in the middle of her carpet, seeming calm at last in Cathy’s arms and listening to her steady heartbeat. “This is why I don’t like thinking about it. Hurts too much,” she said, her voice completely empty.

“I know sweetheart,” Cathy repeated, the term of endearment slipping out before she’d even noticed. “But that’s why I’m here. I’ve got you, always.” A soft murmur of thanks answered her as some of the tension left Anne’s shoulders at last.

She was starting to wonder if Anne was starting to fall asleep as her panicked adrenaline faded, when her head tilted up to meet Cathy’s gaze with red-rimmed eyes. “Do you really think I’m brilliant?” she asked, hesitant as if she was expecting to be pushed away.

Cathy just looked down at her for a moment, at her flushed cheeks and the raw honesty and hope in those beautiful eyes. Then she smiled softly and whispered “Maybe moreso than anyone I’ve met in this life or the last.”

Fresh tears pooled in Anne’s eyes at her answer, seeming suddenly embarrassed as she buried her face in Cathy’s shoulder. There were many things they would have to talk about, but there would be time later for that. For now, Cathy just held her tighter and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #parrlyn #anne boleyn #catherine parr #laila's writing

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Lasting Embers pt8: Redo

[Forest Path]

Ruby:*carrying Yujin on her back* How you doing back there?

Yujin:I got feeling everywhere again but I just feel very tired. Sorry you have to carry me.

Ruby:Don’t worry about it; I was exhausted the first time I used my semblance. One minute I’m dodging uncle Qrow left and right then the next thing I know I high speed crash into a tree.

Yujin:I don’t even know exactly what my semblance was doing to be honest. I didn’t even know I unlocked it.

Ruby:Well you were sort of.....busy. It’s a good thing you had an audience watching you. You dismiss damage; also get enhanced physical attributes it looks like.

Yujin:......what?

Ruby:Hmmm how should I put this? According to Raven and the others you were moving faster and hitting harder than you normally do; sort like how Yang does but instead of power you get dense like a wall. Sort of like Jaune’s aura when I think about it.

Yujin:And this dismissing damage thing?

Ruby:We watched you get kicked and thrown like a rag doll and you stood like nothing happened. Did you not feel any of that?

Yujin:I mean I did a little bit, I just didn’t really had time to worry about it. It was almost numbing when I think about it.

Ruby:Yeah that’s not normal; if you slammed into a tree you tend to feel that. You didn’t feel anything for that entire fight! I thought you were negating everything till your eyes went back to normal. Now look at you.

Yujin:Feeling like I got smacked by a building ten times over. *groans* My back does feel really sore. I still can’t believe my eyes change color like mom’s. Must be some sort of twisted cosmic joke.

Ruby:I think it’s a bit poetic and ironic. Yang looks like Raven when she gets angry and strong. You hide all the pain with your semblance and try to look “fine” when actually you’re hurt; that sounds like Yang to a me. Fitting you’d look like her.

Yujin:......Mom builds up walls and hides her pain?

Ruby:Duh! For the longest she’d never never want to open up about her feelings. She’s gotten way better at it though.

Yujin:I didn’t think someone known as The Blazing Huntress had such flaws. Everyone always talks about how great she is.

Ruby:.....Do you know the story behind that nickname?

Yujin:Beats me....

Ruby:Let me set the scene for you. It’s the dead of night at an old village outside of Mistral. My team was instructed to fend off against a hoard of grimm as authorities were evacuated people by airship.

Yujin:Sounds dangerous.

Ruby:It gets worse hehehe. So Blake is helping the injured onto the ship, Weiss is out of aura and dust running with the last kid to the ship. While their fearless leader has a twisted ankle and being carried by her sister who was also running on fumes.

Yujin:You were what!?

Ruby:It wasn’t my finest moment okay!? We were all in the clear when suddenly a huge Goliath runs out of the tree line and heading straight for us. I shouted for the ship to take off but they were dead set on rescuing everyone. This Goliath though is gaining on us fast to the point it would’ve caught up before we could take off. Guess with your mother does?

Yujin:*actually excited* What!?

Ruby:*smiling* Your mother throws me to crewmen and starts running towards the Goliath! The moment it tries to ram her she grabs it by the tusks and try to push it back! But it just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until.....

Yujin:*holding her breath*......!

Ruby:She stopped it right at the town gate. The only thing anyone sees is Yang in an explosion of flames; I swear it looked like broad daylight and the heat was so intense! Next thing we see is a Goliath being launched right back into the forest like it never left.

Yujin:Mom is that strong!!!!?

Ruby:The craziest thing about it was the whole time her eyes were normal. Not a hint of red.

Yujin:You can’t be serious.

Ruby:I’m a hundred percent serious! On the way back everyone was asking her how she did something so insane; so nuts! You know what her answer was?

Yujin:Uhhhh dying would suck right now?

Ruby:Haha no silly. She said that her two year old was waiting for her to come home so they eat breakfast.

Yujin:........

Ruby:You help give her that nickname. Yang is her strongest when she thinks of you, and she’s always thinking of you. No doubt about that.

Yujin:.....*sigh* What am I suppose to say to her after you tell me a story like that!? I’m already dreading this talk.

Ruby:Don’t worry, you’ll think of something in the next 10 minutes. I’ll even walk in first.

*beowulf drops onto the path*

Yujin:Make that fifteen minutes. It’s a good thing I-*realizing she has no weapon* Oh my god I left Tempered Steel in the clearing! How could I be so stupid!?

Ruby:Eh, we’ll just get it later. As for our friend in front of us....*eyes glow faintly* move......

*beowulf slides back into the forest*

Ruby:There we go! *walks nonchalantly*

Yujin:......What the heck was that?

Ruby:Nothing special, it realized it was in the presence of a real apex predator and chose to live. A wise decision really.

Yujin:Aunty Ruby.....how’d you get the name Red Reaper?

Ruby:*smirks* Ask your mother.

[The House]

Yang:*Sitting at the table*......

Jaune:You know I will wake you up if you want to sleep.

Yang:I’m not sleeping or leaving this table until she’s home.

Jaune:*sits next to her* Fine by me; you’re more stubborn than Nora.

Yang:That reminds me, how is she and Ren? Didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to them.

Jaune:Nora recovered fine but Ren..... his body just couldn’t take the physical labor like it used to. He stopped being a huntsman.

Yang:What? Are you serious!?

Jaune:He has intense physical rehab for awhile. For a couple of years he just sort of shutdown....fortunately he had his loving wife and son to help him through it.

Yang:How is Tenzen? I haven’t seen that adorable carrot top in forever.

Jaune:He’s as spunky as his mom and a heartthrob like his dad. Ren taught him everything he knows and is also aiming to get into Beacon. Honestly I think the fact Ren trained him is what truly helped after he quit. He’s still plenty spry enough to be awesome teacher, husband, and father.

Yang:Does their kid know anything about, well how the world actually works I guess.

Jaune:I’d say about the same as Yujin; maybe more. Unlike her though he sort or appreciates everything that’s happened to this point. He has a sense of pride in his dad for doing everything he could when he was able to. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a year older and your dad is completely zen.

Yang:And have both parents.....Yujin should’ve had that life.

Jaune:I remember when I was always the one beating myself up.

Yang:I’m being serious Jaune.

Jaune:So am I; you gotta stop chastising yourself and realize you made the best choice possible for everyone. Even if it hurt while you were doing it. Things will get better; your daughter is like you.

Yang:Hot headed and emotional?

Jaune:*grabs her hand* Caring and has so much love in her heart .that she doesn’t know what to do with it all.

Yang:When did you get to be so wise?

Jaune:It comes with age. *kisses her*

Yang:*leaning into it* How did I last ten years without you; without this. *gripping his hand*

Jaune:Your guess is as good as mine. *keeps kissing her* I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. *gripping her shirt*

“Wow I’m glad I walked in first”

*both look at the door*

Ruby:I see you two awake and lively.

Jaune:*immediately let’s go* Hey! Hehe so is...

Yang:Did you find her?

Ruby:*steps to the side*

Yujin:*walks in*........hey

Yang:Hey..........

*silence*

Yang:Listen Yujin I-

Yujin:French Toast....

Yang:Huh?

Yujin:It’s my birthday but dad forget to get the eggs for the French Toast. *playing with her hair* It taste alright but it was never as good as yours.

Jaune:Rude... *Ruby elbows him*

Ruby:Ssshhhh

Yujin:If you’re not too tired then maybe.... we could run out and get the eggs so....you know.

Yang:.....*smiles*

Yujin:*staring at the floor*

Yang:Alright, I’ll be waiting in the car. *walks outside*

Yujin:*looks at Ruby*

Ruby:*thumbs up* What are you standing here for?

Yujin:Thanks you, both of you. *leaves*

Ruby:Finally! They’re gone.... *trembling* about time.

Jaune:You finally reach your limit?

Ruby:Maybe...*collapses* on top of him* most definitely, I’m surprised I actually made it back. *deep breaths*

Jaune:You’ve had zero rest since you’ve gotten back. You even showed up with Yang on your shoulder. I haven’t even seen you eat or bathe.

Ruby:Not to mention I carried your daughter home too. But you know what? I’d do it all over again. *yawn*

Jaune:I’ll draw you a bath.

Ruby:Actually, can you just.....just....stay *dozes off soundly*

Jaune:.....hehe, ten years and you’re still you. That’s a relief *starts glowing as he hugs her* get some rest, you’ve earned it.

Ruby:Zzzzzz

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #yujin xiao long #yang xiao long #rwby dragonslayer #rwby lasting embers

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aj73847 · 4 years

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⚠️WARNING⚠️

This is an Underfell!Sans and Frisk tickle fic. All characters in this story are portrayed as 18+ and of legal age in the US. Also some foul language. If you have any other concerns don’t be afraid to write me. Also this is my very first tickle fic so don’t be to harsh. I know it’s probably bad compared to others work but I worked hard on this and I’m filled with determination!! Now... ON TO THE FLUFF!! <3

============ Admit It ============

It was a cold winter night at the skelebro house in Snowdin. Papyrus being the second in command in the royal guard had some business to attend to that night, so he would be gone until early the next morning. Which leaves Sans and Frisk home alone.

They were both sitting on the couch facing the tv, with one on each armrest leaving space in between them.

“So, what do ya want to watch?” asked Sans.

“Mhm.. I don’t know. How about MTT Cooking Show?”

A big but short chuckle came from the skeleton

“HA, I’d rather tear at my eye sockets then watch that privileged asshole.”

Frisk stares at him with a blank expression

“Ugh. Well I’m out of ideas. Let’s find something else to do.”

Sans groaned and replied

“There’s nothing else to do.”

“Of course there is! We just have to look around. You don’t have any board games or video games lying around?”

Sans laughed again

“Even if there were something like that, I wouldn’t participate. Childish stuff in my opinion. Let’s keep looking on tv.”

He resumed flipping through channels as Frisk slumped in her chair.

“Childish stuff.” She thought. “How could he say that? There’s so many things he does that are childish. Like his terrible puns. Or his...”

Frisk paused her thoughts and then thought of the perfect thing to do that evening.

She slowly began moving closer to Sans, who wasn’t paying much attention to the world around him, until she was right next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm, trying to act natural. Sans stopped fiddling with the remote and looked down to see her on him. He began to blush.

“Hey there kiddo. What uhh.... you ok?”

She looked up at him and said

“Yeah I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something.”

He began to blush a little deeper.

“What’s up?”

“Are you ticklish?”

He froze.

He was incredibly ticklish and only his brother knew of his cursed weakness. Not that they do that anymore. Only as children. But Sans knew he was still ticklish from the numerous times he accidentally tickled himself. But he wasn’t willing to find out just how ticklish he really was.

As he was trying to think of a good answer he didn’t realize he had spaced out.

“Helloooo earth to Sans. I asked you a question.” He came back to the present.

“Huh? Oh o-of course not! Like I said earlier, childish stuff heheh.”

He began to sweat and got very nervous as Frisk put her hand on his chest.

“Mmm, somehow I really don’t believe you.”

She gave an innocent yet devilish smile. He sweat even more. He began to laugh out of nervousness. How was he going to get out of this?

“Listen doll face, I’m telling you I’m not so, just take my word for it or you’re gonna have a bad time. Capiche?” He said defensively.

Frisk processed what he said, then spoke.

“So you ARE ticklish..”

Did he really just give himself away so easily.

Before he had anytime to react, Frisk grabbed him and pinned him on his back, sitting on his waist and putting his hands under her knees, immobilizing him.

If only she hadn’t started training with Papyrus. She was a lot stronger than he remembered.

“HEY WHAT THE HELLhehehe! Quit it!”

He started to giggle but held his composure trying to act as tough as possible as Frisk started prodding his ribs.

“Awww what a cute lil laugh! I always thought your laugh was adorable.”

“G-Get off a mehehe!” He was beginning to break. He was trying so hard not to laugh but he was so incredibly ticklish.

“Hmm I don’t know, this is really fun. Plus you haven’t admitted it yet. I’m not stopping to you admit you’re ticklish.”

“SCREW YOU FRIHEHEHESK!” Little tears were forming in his eyes as he was straining not to laugh.

“Suit yourself. “ and with that she went into full blown tickle attack mode. She started scribbling at his ribs and then his sides, rotating between each spot. Sans went mad.

“AHHHAHAHAHA STAHAahaHA AHAHAHA! FRISKKAHAahahaahehehe.”

“Well well well, would you look at that. The big,bad, tough guy Sans, taken down by a little tickling. Who’d a thunk!”

He struggled to say something but couldn’t. He was laughing too much. And was weakened by the tickles to pull himself from her grasp.

“HAHAHHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHAHA!!”

“Just imagine if all your little friends down at Grillby’s knew you were this ticklish. But don’t worry. It’s safe with me *wink*”

She was enjoying herself way to much. But it was worth it. Sans was always a sourpuss. He needed to lighten up a little. Have a genuine, non shit eating smile.

After about three minutes of tickling she slowed to a stop. He began breathing heavily, aside from the lack of lungs.

“Soooooo, willing to admit to you’re wonderful little weakness?” She said, still on top of him.

“Frisk, please...” He tried to reason but to no avail

“That’s not what I asked so you must want more. I can happily oblige!” As she said that she began to lift up his shirt, exposing his ribs. He started to panic.

“Please Frisk dohohont!!

She began to very lightly trace his ribs, which seemed to be his worst spot she had covered so far. “All I need to hear is those magic wooords.”

“NO! Either gehet off me or *mhph* or there’ll be serious hehehell to p-pay.” He said trying to threaten her with an angry grimace,despite that fact that he was giggling like crazy.

“Hahahahahah *sigh* oh Sans. You’re so cute when you’re angry.” Then she started tickling his ribs at full force.

“AHH AHHHHHAHAHAHA NO NO NO pleASEHEHEEHEHSE AHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

He wriggled and writhed at the feeling of his bones being scratched.

“GAHAHAHAHA FRIHEHEHSK PLEASE STOP IT’S TOHOHO MUCH AHAHA!!

After what seemed like an eternity she finally stopped, giving him a break.

“Wellllll I’m getting kinda bored at this spot. Wanna tell me where else you’re ticklish? Or shall I find out myself.” She said with a grin. “Or you could just admit to being ticklish and we can be done. Easy as pie!”

He thought for a moment. Scanning his options. He hated the idea of admitting because then he’d be her laughing stock all the time. But then it would stop.

“Listen, baby, you don’t wanna hurt your dear ol’ friend Sansy, would ya? Why don’t we find something else to-“

“Shut your trap Sans.”

Sans looked at her in shock. She’s never told anyone to shut up, let alone him.

She put her hands on either side of his head and got inches away from his face.

“I know I’m the nicest person in the underground, but I’ve also learned not be played for a fool. So I guess you really haven’t learned your lesson, have you?”

This whole tickle thing has twisted her mind to be so cruel in the best way possible. Maybe this is her way of letting out her anger.

“So, about those tickle spots.”

He thought about it before giving an answer he was instantly gonna regret...

“Never.”

“Welp. Alrighty then. You asked for it. Let’s see here..” she scanned for her next part when she thought about something unusual.

“How about we try down here first.”

She grabbed at his spine, instantly putting him in hysterics.

“NONONO NOT THEHEHERE NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHHAHAHA!!”

He laughed and laughed before she stopped abruptly. He put his head back and breathed in and out heavily. What could she possible do next that’s worse than that. He then felt her shift positions. She was now facing his feet. He sweat profusely.

“You know what? Forget about admitting, this is just to much fun! Ohhhh boy do I have a good feeling about this one!” She said happily. He tried to divert her,

“W-well HA jokes on you, my feet aren’t ticklish.”

He really hoped that would work. No shame in hoping.

“Oh.” She began “well if you’re not ticklish there then you wouldn’t mind if I test it then?”

It felt like his SOUL shattered into a million bits.

“Well I-I uhm. Sure!? (Why’d I say that, such an idiot!)”

“Great!”

She began slipping off his slippers and then started tracing little circles on the bottoms of his socked soles. His legs began to twitch and he clenched his sharp teeth.

“Hmm yep... n-not ticklish t-there, hehe”

Then his socks came off. Now he was in trouble.

“Ok, OK listen!! You’ve had you’re fun. Now quieheheht it heheh”

She began running her fingers up and down his soles. Very gentle but affective.

“You know I think you like this. Because if you didn’t truly like it, you would’ve teleported away by now. How cute.”

Shit.

“I-heheh- I dohohnt like it.”

“Mmm I think you dooooo! So embarrassed by your own kink. Come on Sans. I know you like to laugh but this is just silly! I wouldn’t think you were weird if you did like it” she continues to slowly tickle his feet, driving him crazy.

“I DOHOHONT!!”

“Fine. Have it your way. I have a new game. Admit you like to be tickled... OR SUFFER!!”

She began vigorously scrubbing away at his feet. He went insane.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOH STHAHAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHAHAA. STAHAHAHP NOT THEHEHEHERE!!! ANYWHERE BUT THEREHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHHEHEHHAHAHAHA!!!”

She tickled for a couple minutes then stopped and grabbed hold of his big toe.

“Ooh now what do we have hereee!

This little piggy went to market-“

He was so anxious. He hated this fucking game. She continued in a cutesy teasing accent

“This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy-

She got interrupted by Sans’ pleading.

“Frisk pleahehese. I hahate being tickled!!”

She stopped. She turned around to face him, he saw that her face filled with glee and she stared down at him in aw.

“You admitted it! You finally admitted you’re ticklish.”

He looked at her in complete and udder anger (well maybe embarrassment instead of anger haha).

“Are you FUCKIN KIDDING ME!!! It’s pretty fuckin obvious!” He said, crossing his newly freed arms.

“So are you also going to admit you liked it?”

She chuckled as she saw him shrivel into an embarrassing mess, trying to hide his bright red face.

“n-no, i don’t.”

She laughed

“That doesn’t seems so convincing. Shall we continue?” She went to attack his feet again but he yelled out,

“NO NO NO, OK ok..FINE. It was “fun” I guess. Passed the time anyway.”

She dove into him in a deep hug, practically crushing him. He grunted

“Awww I knew you did! Now we can have some fun when Papy isn’t home hehe.”

He became wide eyed

“No no uh there’s probably some other stuff we could do. Like those board games you were wantin to play..”

She looked at him and trying not to laugh she said,

“Oh shut up Sans ~smooch~”

She had kissed him on the cheek and he became as red as a tomato.

He hugged her back and they both fell asleep together in the couch.

The next morning Papyrus came home to find them passed out. Frisk woke up and saw him there. She whispered as to not wake up Sans,

“Hey Pap, how was your training?

He whispered back,

“BORING. SOME OF THE BULLSHIT THESE MONSTERS PULL TO GET INTO THE GUARD IS RIDICULOUS. HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT WITH SMART ASS?”

Frisk chuckled,

“Oh it was nothing. Sans was laughing for what seemed like hours”

“AT WHAT? I KNOW NOTHING GOOD WAS ON.”

“Well, you guys gotta admit. I’m a pretty funny gal.”

============ Epilogue ============

Thanks so much for reading my fanfic. If you like what I do please send some likes my way and follow me back. It can be hard to think of fun a creative ideas but I manage with the tools that I have available. I’ll be accepting requests but just be aware that I don’t reply to them all and ask that you please forgive me. I’ll get back to as many as possible.

Again thank you for reading,

*hugs and kisses*

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Metal Heart [TEXT VER.]

So, this was an AU that I had posted on my Twitter because I hadn’t known how to format it coherently on Tumblr. But it’s here now!

This AU was inspired when I listened to This Audio after having gone through an Astro Boy phase. I left it unfinished, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to write the story out, so you’ll find out the ending and the Ladrien plot later.

OKAY so https://maximilian-alexander.tumblr.com/post/181533777041/bassiter-something-about-us-by-daft-punk-except … this song inspired me to think up a Robot post apocalyptic AU with Marinette working in her little workshop and Chat Noir being the robot she created. A Ladrien ver. happens in the far future, after Mari grows old and dies blah blah blah

Mari makes a Chat Noir robot, but he doesn't have a built in suit or anything like that he just nakey lmao bc I want him to wear street clothes. Mari's in a post-apocalyptic world where machines have taken over and pretty much EVERYTHING is littered with trash and scrap metal.

She's lonely af and hey, turns out she's a genius with technology. (I also wanna point out this is partially inspired by Astro Boy.) She listens to that song while working on creating Chat Noir, stealthily hiding away from the outside world filled with murderous anti-human robots

Her attempt at making Chat Noir is a HUGE success, and she pretty much bawls tears of joy when he wakes up and looks around like an actual human being. He's not really a newborn, she programmed him with a healthy amount of maturity and worldly knowledge.

Chat Noir is very protective almost immediately. He's a robot in a 15 yo boy's body looking at this tiny 13 yo, lonely robotics prodigy, in a world where his kind would typically murder her at first glance. He doesn't understand it. He has human emotions. Mari's so nice.

Frankly, after two years of spending time with Marinette, he doesn't WANT to understand the other robots. He doesn't care. He thinks they're filthy and dumb. Mari's a gift, and if any of them come so much as a 50 foot radius near her he'll take his steel claws and SHRED THEM.

After those first two years of spending time together, Marinette's food supply runs short. She won't be able to make it another year with what they have. She'll be lucky if she'll make it for another month. Chat Noir runs on sunlight. He'll be fine. But... She won't.

Marinette is ready to accept her fate. She's happy her last two years on earth had been filled with childish duets, silly dancing, games, etc... She's glad she spent them with Chat Noir. He, on the other hand, is devastated. He doesn't want to be alone. He CAN'T be without her.

He starts going out frequently, scavenging for food he can find her. He rations out her food to make it last longer, even though she tells him it'll be useless. He's going mad— all the abandoned food marts etc have already been ransacked by other survivors. There's NOTHING.

He goes out farther. He travels into the danger zone, littered with machines and dead bodies. One machine catches sight of him, identifies his human-like body, and nearly destroys him. He comes back to Marinette with half the skin on his face melted off, showing the metal parts.

Despite how absolutely horrified Mari was of that incident, he keeps going out, farther and farther, destroying enemies along the way. He eventually takes out all the robots in the danger zone and is able to move past it— and he finally finds it. He finds what he's looking for.

Seeds. Plants. Soil, too. And unraided markets filled with canned foods. He stuffs as much as he can into a duffel bag he found laying around and comes back home. Marinette is surprised, and touched. She remembers back to when she used to garden with her mother. She teaches him.

Soon they have thriving plants with tomatoes, strawberries, etc. Soon they have a couple of fruit trees growing outside. Chat Noir is ecstatic. Marinette is happy, too, but she doesn't know how to tell him that this can't last. That eventually, she will die.

Be it starvation, dehydration, disease, or even being discovered by one of the machines outside, she will die. She won't make it to old age. She lets him have this moment, though.

She builds a new body for him a year later, this one a couple years older, about 17-18 years old. He loves it, he loves the fact that he'll /technically/ be able to grow with Marinette. She transfers his memories into the new body, and he takes a while trying to get used to it.

More years pass by, Chat Noir upgrades to another body, and things are comfortable. They still listen to that song Marinette was listening to when she first made him. It's her favourite. It's his favourite too, but mostly because it's hers.

Chat Noir starts finding other forms of entertainment, because Marinette is busy working on his next body and he already went on a raid for more nonperishable food. He finds an abandoned library and falls in love with science journals and, most importantly, romance novels.

His typical experience with humanity is almost solely based on Marinette. He had thought that, possibly, they were all the same. That they all were kind and fun and wonderful. Reading helped him realise that his initial presumption was mistaken.

People could be cruel. People had different quirks, and personalities, and different ways of going about certain situations. People even loved differently. There's platonic love, sibling love, parental love, and romantic love. He finds himself very interested in romantic love.

He wasn't all-knowledgable. He wasn't programmed with everything, only with the capacity to learn whatever he wished. He already knew about cuddling and hugs, at least— Marinette had mentioned that she had gone YEARS without being affectionately touched before she had made him.

Kissing was new, though. Holding hands was also new, they certainly never did that unless one of them was trying to drag the other somewhere. Sex was new, and very strange, but the way it's described in romance novels in comparison to health books made it sound intriguing.

It sounded intimate. He's surprised that there's ways to be even closer to someone than he already is with Marinette. He wonders if she'd be interested in a romantic relationship, although considering he was never programmed to know about it, he doubts it. He wishes, though.

Kissing, at least, he knew could be platonic. Pecks on the cheek, or on the forehead. He wants to do anything he could to get even closer to Marinette, to discover things about her that he didn't already know. The first time he kisses her cheek, she's surprised, but happy.

Kissing becomes a regular thing. Chat does it more and more frequently as days go by. Marinette has no idea where he learned it from, but she isn't complaining. A part of her is really happy that he chooses to do it, even though he isn't programmed to.

At some point Chat Noir is almost painfully aware that his feelings for Marinette are not at all platonic. He constantly wants to hold her, to sing to her, to cuddle her and kiss her and he fantasizes the image of her lips on his own. He's absolutely in love with her.

He has no idea what to do about it. He reads even more romance novels in hopes of some advice on how to win her heart. He makes the mistake of reading a shoujo manga. He comes back home and starts flirting with corny jokes and a fake rose and Marinette is dying of laughter

Chat Noir mopes for a long while after that attempt because he tried really hard to win her heart he DID okay, it's not his fault that Marinette obviously does not appreciate the fine art of humour and flirting

She slowly eases him out of his little self pity party by bribing him with video games. She absolutely decimates him in those games but he has to admit that he loves playing with her, especially when they work together on hard mode to defeat the computer AI.

He makes another attempt much later after reading a well-written romance novel. This one details a romantic dinner with a candle-lit atmosphere under the moonlight. He loves the idea, so he gathers up candles and fake flowers and a tablecloth. He finds two unbroken wine glasses.

He looks for a safe place on the surface where he'd be able to spot any danger at night. Marinette rarely ever ventures out in fear of being killed by a wandering machine. He doesn't want her to be scared on his romantic dinner date, so he needs to find the perfect spot.

He finds a place, a little far off but perfect. In the books he's read, it's called the Eiffel Tower. There's an apartment at the very top, and from the looks of it, it's been long abandoned. It used to be in the center of the danger zone, but Chat took care of that years ago.

It's safe and has a magnificent view. Mari would love it. He sets everything up, and even manages to find a bottle of aged wine in the luxury apartment. He also finds some music that he's never heard before, something by some guy named Jagged Stone. The ballad's his favourite.

He comes back home with a really wide grin and Marinette is super suspicious the entire time. He says that he's setting up a surprise for her and she's going to love it. She's wondering if he's read another shitty shoujo manga again and is a bit nervous.

Aaaand this is where I left off. That’s the end, folks! Sorry.

I still remember how this AU ends, which later becomes the beginning of the Ladrien version of this AU. It’s sad, but a happy kind of sad, if that makes sense? Spoiler alert— Both Chat Noir and Marinette live long, happy lives together.

Anyways, for once, I feel like this is an AU I don’t want anyone using without my input. I’ll always be in love with this AU, and I may very well write for it in the future. In fact, I have a clear vision on how I’d write both the Marichat version and the Ladrien version at the same time. It involves Adrien sobbing. Hehehe.

If you guys want the general outline on how everything turns up, and how the Ladrien spinoff fits in, just ask and I’ll make a separate post about it. I remember crying when I was daydreaming about it the first time I thought of it. It may be a tearjerker for some.

#Maximilian Speaks #Miraculous Ladybug #ML #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Marichat #Ladrien #long post #Metal Heart AU #Love Square #Reverse Love Square #(Kind of? All four of them are separate people so it's not actually the love square but well. That's the name of the general ship right??)#Chat Noir Has A Crush On Marinette #Marinette Has A Crush on Chat Noir

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