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voiceless-terror · 4 years ago

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In which Martin and Gerry help Jon acquire a cat, among other things.

“Martin, look!”

A phone is shoved in his face; on the screen is a tiny black kitten sprawled on a carpet with the headline “Free to a Good Home!!” Martin knows where this is going.

“Finally time to bite the bullet, eh?”

“We could surprise him!” Gerry’s voice is animated as he waves his phone in the air. Martin loves when he gets like this, unguarded and sweet. “You know how stressed he’s been. Honestly, I’m shocked we haven’t gotten one already.”

“Well, he’s certainly been hinting at it.” Martin gestures broadly at the walls of the bookstore, decorated with various cozy knick knacks and art they’ve picked up at charity shops. There’s no less than three oddly majestic cat paintings along with a shelf of tiny porcelain felines, not to mention the gaudy clock that has cat breeds instead of numbers. Jon has...particular taste. “Not very subtle, is he?”

“Should I message them, then?” Gerry squints at the screen. “We met them at trivia a few months ago - Mara, the one with the-”

“Green hair, yeah.” Martin remembers the night rather fondly. Gerry usually spent most trivia nights scowling in the corner and making snarky commentary with Jon, but on that particular occasion he had a few drinks and was considerably more relaxed. He managed to charm half of the bar with his stories and wit while Jon stared on, adoration clear on his face. “But you know Jon would kill us if we didn’t let him have a say. You know how he gets, he needs to prepare-”

“-buy ninety toys-”

“-think up a ridiculous name.” They both laugh at that- Jon’s got a penchant for renaming their friend’s pets when he doesn’t think their moniker “suits them.” He’s gotten into more than one fight about it. “Text him so he doesn’t stay late, though. I’m not staying up until midnight again.”

“On it.”

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They hear Jon before they see him.

The door creaks open, alerting them to his presence as Jon lets out his usual long-suffering sigh (Gerry fondly calls this mood ‘The Bouchard Blues.’) His clothes are wrinkled and his eyes are barely open; from the slight indent on his face, Martin reckons he fell asleep at his desk again. Gerry meets him at the door, grabbing his bag and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Rough day, love?”

Another sigh, this one a bit more huffy. “Elias came in at half past four with a box of ninety random documents and wanted them all organized by tomorrow. Impossible, of course, unless I stay the night-”

“But you came home!” Gerry says it with a sort of wonder in his voice; Jon very rarely stands up to his boss, no matter how ridiculous the ask.

“W-Well, you said it was important,” Jon looks between them with large, worried eyes. Always assuming the worst. “It’s nothing bad, is it?”

“Jon, I thought the twelve reassuring texts and afternoon phone call put that to rest,” Gerry replies as he steers them towards the couch. “Suppose I should’ve just told you. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He unlocks his phone and scrolls until he finds the ad, handing it over to Jon.

His eyes immediately light up, alert and awake. “Cat!”

“Cat,” Martin agrees, settling down beside them. “We were thinking of getting one for the bookstore-”

“Of course,” Jon’s smiling that rare, bright grin and Martin melts just a little. “It’s only logical. And I do like black cats-”

“Damn it!” Gerry groans, startling them both. He throws his phone down on the couch, crossing his arms in a sulk. “Someone just claimed her. I knew I should’ve said something-”

But Jon’s already fishing his phone out, his smile not dimming in the slightest. “There’s a shelter not too far from here- I’ll see if we have to make an appointment. Martin, can you call Georgie? She’s got an excellent carrier for the Admiral, and she can probably recommend other necessities-”

They end up going to bed at midnight anyway.

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“I still don’t see why we had to order so much,” Martin complains after another confirmation email lights up his phone. The credit card bill’s going to be astronomical this month. “Surely we’re overpreparing. We don’t have room for the deluxe cat tower in the shop, and we certainly don’t need one for the flat as well.”

“I assure you these are all necessities, Martin.” Gerry and Martin are both fairly tall, but even they have trouble keeping up with Jon’s brisk pace, sharing a fond look over his head. Jon managed to find them a Saturday appointment with a rather impressive combination of wheedling and charm. When it came to cats, Jon didn’t pull his punches. They made it to the shelter in record time and Jon burst through the doors, his next words full of self-importance. “We’re expected. Jonathan Sims.”

They’re led back to a large room by an amused assistant, Jon at the front of their little line. Martin watches as his eyes light up upon seeing the many cages that lined the wall; even Gerry seems a bit excited, though he tries to hide it by hanging back. Gerry’s never been much of an animal person; he shares Jon’s distaste of loud and jumpy dogs too unpredictable in their behavior. He only just started getting used to the Admiral, and that was through much prodding on Jon’s part. Jon’s love is surprisingly infectious.

Jon peers into each cage intently, answering every inquisitive noise with a prim “Pleased to meet you.” One of the first cages contains a fluffy brown cat with curious eyes and Martin stops to poke a finger through the door. “Walnut” (as provided by a helpful nameplate) does not respond, though she seems interested.

Jon’s already halfway down the row before he stops in his tracks, eyes trained on a large, grumpy ball of gray fur sitting right at the bars of the cage. He’s missing an eye, and he begins to growl as soon as Jon nears him.

“This one.” He declares, staring as if entranced. He hasn’t even touched it or attempted to pet it- they’re locked in some sort of silent standoff. Martin’s reminded of those romantic comedies Jon and Gerry hate, where couples lock eyes across the room and it's love at first sight. He surreptitiously takes a picture. Adorable.

“Jimmy?” The assistant inquires. Jon scoffs at the plainness of the name. “He’s been here awhile. Not very friendly, I’m afraid.”

“No, not Jimmy.” Jon offers up a hand, and the cat comes closer, sniffing at it with suspicion. After a few moments, he butts his head against Jon’s hand, earning a smile. “Lance Corporal.”

“No.”

Jon swivels around, eyes narrowing at Gerry’s words. It’s the first time he’s spoken and he’s got one eyebrow quirked up in amusement. It’s a good look on him. Jon, however, is having none of it and he puts a hand to his hip. “And why not?”

“It’s such a mouthful.” Martin has to agree; it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. “I’m not going to call him that. What about Lance?”

Jon wrinkles his nose. “Ew.”

Martin sighs; Gerry and Jon get along like a house on fire but when they bicker, they bicker. He eyes the cat that’s now rubbing against Jon’s hand and purring; he hopes the its sudden geniality will extend to Martin and Gerry. Jon would pick a cat that’s just as prickly as he can be.

Martin gives it a good look, coming up beside Jon at ‘Jimmy’s’ cage. The cat immediately stops its gravely purr, it’s eye now trained on Martin. It’s unnerving, Martin never thought a cat could radiate authority but this one surely managed to. If any animal deserves a title, it’s this one. “What about the Captain?” he asks in a fit of inspiration.

They both turn to look at him; Gerry amused, Jon thoughtful. “Go on.”

“It’s a title, you always liked the naval ones.” Jon nods in agreement, the beginnings of a smile on his face. “He looks like an old sailor, very distinguished. I dunno, I think it’s cute.”

“The Captain,” Jon whispers in awe as the cat resumes rubbing against his hand. “Martin, that’s perfect. Inspired, even.”

He can’t help preening a bit. “Thank you.” Gerry rolls his eyes.

And then there’s the moment of truth- the assistant opens the cage door and Jon steps forward with all the solemnity of a man about to be knighted. He reaches out his arms and the cat lets itself be picked up, going limp as Jon brings it to his chest. He sighs in contentment, giving himself one more moment of bliss before he perks up and opens his eyes.

“Now pick yours.”

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Three. They’ve got three fucking cats.

Martin and Gerry immediately began to refuse, but Jon was insistent. “The Captain is obviously very partial to me, and I think you should have some say in who we adopt. If we each get one it eliminates any favoritism. It’s only logical.”

There was nothing logical about it. Three cats and three people in their tiny flat, or worse, destroying their bookstore. They didn’t have the space, the cats might not get along, it would be too expensive. But Jon wouldn’t hear of it, countering every point in a calmness that was borderline unnerving. Martin shot Gerry a pleading look; he’d gone silent after the initial refusal, content to let Martin do most of the arguing, but he just shook his head in amusement- he knew how this would end, and Martin did too. As the final nail in the coffin, Jon deployed the eyes and that’s how he found himself in the front of a taxi with a lapful of Walnut. She’s a friendly thing, instantly purring on contact and meowing whenever he turned away. Martin hadn’t the heart to turn it away.

Gerry took more time. He slunk around the cages and the cats seemed to sense his reluctance. But soon he came upon a small, sleek black cat, not unlike the one from the Facebook post. It was a tentative thing, barely coming to the edge of its cage to sniff at his fingers, but Gerry was determined, patiently waiting the fifteen minutes it took to get him to warm up. Martin didn’t point out the similarities between it and a certain goth, though he shared a knowing look with Jon.

“I’ve got it - the Unfathomable Void.”

“Dear God,” Martin muttered, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, the both of them.

Jon snorted. “That’s a bit much.”

“Okay, Lance Corporal.”

“Excuse me-!”

“Settle down, boys,” Martin put a hand on Jon’s shoulder, he looked liable to pounce. “If that’s what you want, go for it. But we’ll call him Void for short.” Gerry nodded, seemingly satisfied. Jon continued to scowl, though without any heat.

The cabbie was definitely not pleased at having to cart around three men and three cats. He muttered the entire drive while Jon bounced in the backseat, cooing at his companion. Gerry sat much more stoically, though Martin didn’t miss the tiny smile as the cat nipped at his fingers. Jon’s insistence on multiple supplies was starting to make sense now. He definitely planned this from the beginning, sneaky thing.

“Oh no,” Jon suddenly said upon entering their flat, struggling with the carrier in his hand. Martin’s starting to think he shouldn’t have picked such a massive cat. “I forgot this was for the bookstore!”

“Well, yeah.” Gerry sat his cage on the ground, kneeling down beside it. “I figured mine or Martin’s would do. The Captain’s not very friendly, Jon.”

“But what if they get lonely? We can’t split them up.” Jon’s eyes dart around the room, growing more conflicted by the second. “Perhaps we should keep them all at home.”

“There’s no room, Jon! And no one’s here during the day.” Martin surveys the room- the three carriers already seem to take up an enormous amount of space, not to mention the living creatures inside of them. And all of those packages, that damn tower…

“You can take them back and forth. Commute.”

“Christ, we did not think this through.” Gerry’s smiling even as he says it, watching as the Unfathomable Void slowly makes his way out, sniffing tentatively at the air. Walnut’s content to stay in her cage, and Martin tucks her in a corner away from the other two. Jon’s already got the Captain out, holding him in his arms and refusing to let him go.

“You’re right, we didn’t.” Jon agrees, tucking his face in the Captain’s fur. “We should’ve gotten four-”

“Fuck’s sake, Jon!”

“Let’s talk about this later, alright?” Gerry takes Martin’s place as the voice of reason, a rare occurrence. “We’ll keep them at home, let them get used to us, and then we’ll figure out the bookstore situation. No sense getting worked up about it now.” Jon sighs, cradling the mass of fur to his chest and plopping down on the couch. Martin’s sure they’ll be at it again tomorrow; Jon sniping as Martin tries and fails to put together a massive cat tower, Gerry groaning about whatever surprises the cats left for them in the morning. The next few weeks were going to be stressful, to say the least.

For now, though, he sits with his partners once again until midnight, watching their new additions roam about the flat and ignore each other. Jon frets, Gerry sighs, and Martin unsuccessfully attempts to steer the conversation towards anything but cats. By the end of the night, only Void manages to feel at home, curling up in Martin’s favorite armchair (much to his chagrin). Could’ve gone worse, Martin cheers himself with. They’ll get used to the flat. And the bookstore. Probably.

Later that night, once their partner’s asleep and snoring softly between the two of them, Martin turns to Gerry, borrowing Jon’s patented sigh.

“We’re gonna get a fourth cat, aren’t we?”

Gerry’s voice is just as resigned. “Yeah, reckon so.”

“Christ.”

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Others in the JGM series:

What We’re Given and What We Make

At the End of the Day

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945809

#my writing #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #gerry keay #jongerrymartin #jonmartin #jongerry #gerrymartin #christ this is a lot of tags #pointless fluff honestly #but fun #when i picture jon's smile in this fic its messisauce's art tbh #you know the one

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leia-imogen · 4 years ago

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so.#aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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writings-of-bored-gal · 4 years ago

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New Jersey Dog Sanctuary

Summary: Meet cute! Bucky is told he needs to get a dog and so goes with Sam to the shelter where he meets someone he wasn’t expecting. (It’s not overly romantic, mostly just wholesome Bucky but if I write a part 2 things will heat up a little!)

Words: 1704

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA for so long, but hopefully this will be the beginning of me posting more regularly again! I’ve actually really missed writing fanfic but I’ve been taking the time to work on some original bits too so maybe they’ll make their appearance on here some time in the future. For now, enjoy some soft Bucky fluff and make sure to keep sending me any requests (particularly Marvel stuff because I am riding a WandaVision marvel high at the moment!) Sending all the love- Abby x

Masterlist

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“C’mon Sam you know that this is more hassle than we need right now.” Bucky sighed. The sign above them read ‘New Jersey Dog Sanctuary’ in large green letters, punctuated with a paw print on either side. The glass door opened up to a lobby lined with sofas covered in dog hair. On one sat a kid, clutching a small scruffy terrier to his chest like his life depended on it. Bucky shook his head.

“Look, Buck the therapist said you needed a dog, so we’re getting you a dog,” Sam gave him a sharp look, staring at him. Bucky met his gaze. A staring contest. He knew the stakes without having to say a word. If he won, he wouldn’t have to go in, but if he blinked he’d be stuck with some dog he’d be forced to take with him on missions, getting in the way and making him trip up. Sam’s eyes did not move, but his hands clapped, making Bucky flinch, and worse, blink.

“Cheater.”

“That’s just another word for winner, Barnes,” Sam winked, gesturing to the door. “After you.”

The sound of barking and the smell of fur hit the moment they walked into the place. There was a girl sitting behind the counter, her hair pulled back but strands still falling on her face as she frantically answered the phone and tried to pull something up on her laptop. She smiled at Sam and Bucky and held up a finger, pleading with her eyes.

“What do you think of that one?” Sam said, pulling Bucky’s attention and pointing to a spaniel in the corner on a pink leash. Bucky shook his head and pulled a face. “Okay, something bigger?” Bucky sighed again, and nodded. “What about that one?” Sam pointed to a dalmatian who was jumping up at one of the workers. One he looked past the dog, Bucky realised that the girl was kinda pretty, smiling at the dog and letting it lick her face affectionately, half-laughing at something one of her co-workers had said to her.

When Bucky once again shook his head, Sam gave up. The receptionist gave a cough behind them.

“Did y’all make an appointment?” She asked, her fingers poised and ready to type.

“It’ll be under Barnes,” Sam answered for Bucky. “We’re looking for a big dog and I looked on the website and-”

“Alright,” the receptionist interrupted, “if you take a seat on the couch over that way I’ll have someone be over with you soon.”

“You looked on the website?” Bucky asked as they turned away and made their way over to the couch. “Is this dog for you or for me?”

Sam punched his good arm and Bucky rolled his eyes, scanning the couch to find a surface not covered with hair to sit on, unsuccessfully. The whole thing was covered with different coloured fur, creating a strange montage of white, black and brown shades on the bright green of the couch. Sam slumped down in the chair and Bucky took his chance to take a glance back at where the girl with the Dalmatian had been a minute earlier, but she was gone.

“Hi there!” Bucky turned to see her standing there. The Dalmatian was gone from her side, but she was still brushing her front to try and rid herself of the lingering fur. She smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling as she looked between Bucky and Sam. “Take a seat. My name is Y/N and I’ll be helping you out with finding a dog here today.” She took a seat and pulled a notepad onto her lap. Bucky sat down, feeling Sam’s smug eyes on him but desperately trying to ignore him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam and we’re here to look for a dog for grandpa Buck over here.” Sam smirked as Bucky shot him a death glare. She turned her attention to Bucky, kindness in her eyes as she looked him up and down.

“I’m guessing a big dog, right?” She asked.

“I guess, yeah,” Bucky said, folding his arms over his chest. “And not too young, we don’t really have time to train it properly.”

“Okay no problem,” she nodded, jotting some notes down, “any other preferences?”

“It’s a therapy dog,” Sam said, “so-”

“Sam!”

“No it’s okay,” the girl said, stopping the argument before it could begin, “we actually don’t have any licensed dogs here on site but if it’s just for companionship and comfort then there shouldn’t be any issues.”

Bucky nodded solemnly. It had been a kick in the teeth when the therapist Sam had forced him to go to had told him that he would need an animal. He’d survived for so long on his own, it felt almost strange to even be with Sam so often. Having to rely on an animal felt like he was losing independence. When he’d told his therapist that she had tried to convince him that having a dog would actually help with his independence, but he wasn’t buying it.

“Okay,” the girl said, interrupting Bucky’s train of thought, “I’m gonna go and take this list and see if there’s anyone who I think would be a good match for you.” She hesitated for a second, clearly wanting to say something more before deciding against it and turning to go back to her office.

There was a beat of silence after she left before Sam pounced.

“She’s...nice.”

“I guess.”

“You like her.” Sam said, unable to stop himself. “She’s cute Barnes, give her your number.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so,” he shook his head. She was too normal, too sweet. He was screwed in the head and she wouldn’t be able to handle it. It was pointless. It was dumb. She probably wasn’t interested.

“She thought you were cute too, y’know.” Sam sighed, picking up a brochure and beginning to browse, one eye remaining on Bucky as he raised his eyebrow, considering before shaking his head.

The girl rounded the corner once again, a file in hand and a nervous smile playing on her lips. Bucky tried to match her smile, feign some excitement for her sake at least, but it came out more like a grimace and he decided it best just not to make eye contact and let Sam do the talking.

“Alright, I have a dog that might be good for you,” she started gently, “he’s a two year old Husky named Loki and he’s honestly such a sweetheart.”

“Loki?” Bucky asked, his brows furrowing.

“I know, I know, but you can rename him in time and he’s not at all mischievous.” She handed over the file to Bucky. The photo of Loki, all grey and white fur, stared up at him with icy blue eyes. It was a nice looking dog. His previous owners had moved to Europe and couldn’t take him with them so they’d bought him into the shelter just a couple of weeks before.

He could feel her watching him, leaning forward and trying to hide the way she was nervously picking at her fingers as he examined the sheet. Sam’s eyes were on him too, but he didn’t care much what he thought.

“Okay,” he huffed, noting the glint in her eyes as she leaned in towards him, “let’s meet him and see what the deal is.”

She suppressed a squeal and told Bucky and Sam to head down the path towards the meeting area, a closed off space behind the park-like yard that had toys and treats already waiting for them. They stood and waited, the crisp fall sunshine keeping them from getting too cold.

She knocked before leading Loki into meet them. The dog locked eyes with Bucky, almost pulling her over as he tried to go and meet him.

“He likes people!” She chuckled, closing the door and letting him off the leash so he could bound over.

Immediately, the dog nuzzled his head into Bucky’s lap, nudging his head under his metal arm to be pet. Bucky obliged, feeling the dog’s soft fur run through his fingers, privately annoyed at how he knew straight away that his therapist had been right. He looked over to Sam who nodded approvingly, before meeting her eyes. They shone with unshed tears as she smiled at the pair of them.

“I’ll go out and let you guys get acquainted-”

“No!” Bucky interrupted her, “I mean, he’s obviously comfortable with you here so you really don’t need to. And, y’know,” he cleared his throat, “I, uh… I’m more comfortable with you sticking around for a little bit.”

A slow grin spread over her face as she joined Bucky and Loki on the floor. Sam stood back, sneakily taking a photo on his phone which he threatened to send to Fury. A long forgotten feeling washed over him. It wasn’t quite happiness, but there was a kind of joy in it, in knowing that there was going to be someone there who needed him that wasn’t an annoying bird-man. Contentment. He was content in this moment, this small world. A pretty girl smiling at him, a dog on his lap. The life he could have had if he hadn’t been drafted.

“So… what do you think?” She asked him. Loki was lying at his feet, a ball between his paws. She sat beside him, close enough that he could smell the faint traces of her perfume.

“You said he’d be okay to come on a mission, right?” Bucky asked.

“I’d avoid anything with too many loud noises… but if he was kept somewhere safe he’d be okay to travel.” She shrugged. She leaned forward to put Loki’s leash back on, but her hand brushed his and Bucky felt a shower of goosebumps cover his skin. He turned away, feeling his face flush, only to see Sam’s smug face.

ASK HER OUT he mouthed. Bucky shook his head. IF YOU DON’T I WILL. Bucky glared at him before turning back to her.

“If you wanna talk, by the way,” she pulled out Loki’s file and scribbled something down, “here’s my number.” She didn’t meet his gaze, but smiled a little, her fingers messing with Loki’s fur. “Y’know, about dog stuff.”

“I’ll call you,” Bucky replied a little too quickly, “about… dog stuff.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Sam nudged him. She blushed a little and nodded, handing Loki’s leash over to Bucky, letting his hand linger before leading them back.

Bucky looked up at the sky over the dog park, feeling hope fill his chest for the first time in a long time.

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𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Slow-burnish, Idol AU

Pairing : Jaehyun x Reader ft.Mark (other members too)

Warning(s) : strong language, age-gap, mature contents, weird writing style lmao, uh what else? idk but yeah

Disclaimer :The story is completely fictitious, idol-fan relationships are not common so some of you crazy ones out here, pls don’t get too delusional, your oppas will be your oppas only virtually, not in real life.

Playlist : Youtube Link / Written

Word Count : 5.4k

Summary : ‘Time and tide waits for none’- a quote that is universally accepted and believed. You both had had your experience of meeting the right one at the wrong time, the concept of love long forgotten after the sudden downfall of your relationship together. But will time eventually heal everything for you both?

The car came to a halt, your mind subconsciously drifting back to the humiliation you faced tonight back at the office.

“ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB, Y/N?” your boss was a fuming mess, his whole office scattered with the documents you had brought just a few moments ago. At the sight of the shredded papers, you felt you heart clench. You worked so hard for this project, disregarding God knows how many nights of your sleep. The feeling of abomination was slowly creeping up from the pit of your stomach towards the man who stood taut, seething in rage.

“HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO JUST DO WHAT THEY ASKED YOU TO?” He yelled, his fist furiously banging on his wooden desk, beneath his hand rested some pieces of the torn documents.

“Sir, even you know how risky it is to design as they asked to. If a blunder happens it is our company that is to be held accountable, not theirs.” you knew it was pointless to reason with the stubborn headed prick, but you had to try out your luck.

“Get out. Out, out, out. Get your fucking face out of my face.” He swished his index finger repeatedly, letting out a frustrated shriek just as I was about to exit his office. His wrath was nothing new in the office, as all the other employees shot me a rather pitying look when they saw me exiting the team leader’s office with hands full of ripped papers. Wow, my 2 weeks worth of sleep. Just wow. You didn’t bother to reciprocate their sympathetic glances, storming out of the corridor as you furiously started clicking the floor to your cabin. The jabbing of your finger on the glowing button that read ‘13’ was the only sound that resonated in the fairly empty area, earning annoyed looks from the two individuals who stood right behind you.

“Ah, fuck.” You banged your head against the steering, recalling the even as you clutched the handles harshly. “Why,” another bang. “do I,” bang. “live like” bang. “this,” bang. You could feel your face was burning without even touching it, streams of tears flowing down. Just as you were about to give yourself another bang, the sudden honk of a car made you pause amidst your ritual. Indeed all motherfuckers love to test my patience. You decide to ignore the rider, mainly because you were also partially at fault for resting in your car in the middle of the park. You twisted the metal keys as the ignition went off, signaling your car was ready to flee. Yet again, you were distracted by soft knocks. You prayed to God to help you not lose your shit, at this point you were questioning if He ever hears your woes at all. The soft knocks stop immediately when you started to pull down the window, the person straightening only crouch again.

“Y/n?” his called out unsurely, as if he were afraid of mistaking you for someone else. You knew that voice, and that is not good news. Shit.

“Mark?” you were surprised to say the least, not expecting to run into an old friend. “Oh my god! How have you been?” You shoot out of your driver’s seat, instantly being engulfed into a bone crushing hug by the male.

“I have been good. Oh god, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe I ran into you after so long!” Mark still held you tight your embrace, the sudden reunion making him feel giddy with excitement.

“Yes indeed,” you were the first to pull out from the hug. You took a moment to study him; black mask covering half of his face as he smiled widely, eyes crinkled and the signature cheekbones still the same as they were in the past. God, it’s really been so long. “What are you up to these days?”

“Er,” Mark scratched his head as he laughed nervously, unsure if he was allowed to give you spoilers about his new album. “I have been working on my solo album actually.”

“Are you for real?” You found yourself hugging Mark again at the joy of his successful career. “I’m so so proud of you mate!”

“Thank you, thank you,” Mark swayed you lightly, his voice muffled due to the mask he wore. Mark was the one to pull out now, still keeping your caged as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “In no way I am gonna let you leave without a trace again,” he almost groaned.

“Promise, I won’t anymore,” you signaled to the stack of files that rested on the backseat of your car. “They won’t leave me alone.”

“I’ll just ask your boss to assign you with more tasks then,” he giggled mischievously, earning a light smack from you at the mention of such an absurd idea.

“I’ll track your way to hell to kill you again if you do something like that,” you hissed at Mark, who was still giggling at your frustrated reaction. The atmosphere became quiet as Mark looked up in the vacant sky, deep in thoughts while you waited for him to continue. Your phone buzzed against your leather coat.

[From Bullhead] : Don’t think I am overlooking your mess. This is the first and final warning from me.

You shivered, half from the cold and half from the text you just received.

“26th, sharp at 8 PM, my place.” He snapped his fingers, hooting at the realization of having a free day in his busy scheduled life.

“Okay, done.” You should have refused, you thought. But for some reason, you found yourself agreeing to his offer, you felt both sad and guilty for disappearing out of your friend’s life without a trace. However, you couldn’t ignore the greedy feeling you felt, the want to see him again. “I think I should be done around...7:30? So I think I’ll be able to make it.” You unlocked and handed him your phone.

“You have to make it,” his eyes focused on the screen of your device, swiftly typing what you assumed was him number. “Just incase, text me if I happen to forget - no I know that look, Y/n, you must text if that happens..” He rolled his eyes, knowing that how much you would be overthinking about possibly tiring him because of his busy lifestyle. Mark dialed his number from your phone before handing it back to you. You visibly snickered at the name he saved his contact with : ‘My Boo MarkLee <3’

“Stop pretending as if you never renamed my existence as Markie Boo,” he groans, remembering how this has been his another one of the hundred pet names he had. Your conversation was cut mid way as his phone loudly vibrated in his phone, swiftly pulling it out as the guy whined in annoyance.

“Yo, I gotta go now I guess, something came up at the company.” He looked sad, pouty. “See you around, yeah?” You were pulled into another hug by the male, he surely loved to hug as usual.

“Yes, yes. Now go. Don’t be late.” You patted his back, pulling out of the hug and shooing him away towards his car.

“See ya, Mom.” He beamed as he sped off with his car.

“Dumbass.” You muttered, softly laughing at the name he would always call you by, despite being years younger than him. You rounded around your car, getting inside. The start was bad but the end was good nonetheless. The keys of your car jiggled as you closed the door. Again, you twisted the keys, your mood slightly better than before for which you were grateful. Your car’s ignition blared, as you positioned towards the exit of the park, subtly muttering ‘long ass ride.’

The digits ‘7:37’ glowed on the the small digital clock beside your desktop. You felt stiff, stretching your neck as your bones made those cracking noes. You stare at your toes, zoning out was your passion and you excelled at it. You snapped straight, letting out a deep sigh as you started to scheme the projects before you were to hand them over to your bullhead boss. Soon enough, you were done, muttering almost too loudly for everyone that you wished your boss would be napping off instead of being awake.

Good for you, your prayers were answered for the first time in a while. You quietly placed the files that contained all the details that needed to be checked again by your boss, quietly making your way out of his cabin as soon as possible. On you way, you informed his secretary you were leaving, her face wore distraught and annoyance but softens as she saw you approaching. Sometimes you felt sympathetic towards her, often asking the heavens to bless her with utmost patience and perseverance to deal with the bullhead.

The marble floor clicked with every step you took, the sounds eerily audible in the serene lobby. It was very rare for the lobby to be filled with people in evening, the employees would practically sprint off their seats as soon as the clock hits 7. You made your way out of the building, making a mental note to buy a gift for Mark on your way back to home. What would he like? Take outs? Homemade? Wine? You drove across the street before halting your car in front of the department store that was situated just a few blocks away from your office. The header of the store glowed, the alleys seemingly half-crowded with people of different occupations you assumed. You let out a hiss as you felt a chill run down your spine, it was almost the end of Autumn which meant Winter was just round the corner. You decided to rely on your instincts, deciding to gift your friend a fancy bottle of wine despite having zero knowledge about it.

You were never quite the fan of wine. According to you, the seemingly alcoholic drink was too expensive, plus the etiquettes that came along for its consumption would always just make your turn your head away every time you laid your eyes across one. You schemed through the white shelves filled with different tastes and colors of wine, each hailing from various corners of the world. “How do I even spell it?” You crouched down a bit to a bottle that had caught your attention, the exquisite name was starting to make your head hurt. It’s probably a white wine you thought, the transparent color of the liquid was what made you convince. But something rather nostalgic caught your sight, before you could even realize, you found your fingertips caressing the cold glass bottle of the red liquid that you held now.

“If were to be a drink, then what would I be?” You lazily laid sprawled across the couch in the living, while you boyfriend who sat on the marble floor across fumbles with the knotted bunch of cables. Jaehyun had his gaze focus of the wire maze in his hands, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in immense concentration.

“Peach milk,” he smiled, unbeknownst to you he was actually implying a double meaning for his answer.

“And why that?” You felt his choice a bit amusing, not really expecting that as an answer.

“Because I love your ass and boobs,” he winked, only to be hit by a pillow that was resting beneath your curled legs. Jaehyun felt himself giggling by your reaction, it was cute to see you being annoyed. “Babe, c’mon. I can’t lie about it.”

“Never mind, just forget it.” You started to get a bit pissed, hurt as well because your sensitive ass thought he would probably say something sweet that would make you heart flutter.

“Peach milk is my favorite, that’s the main reason why,” Jaehyun shifted his focus back to the cables, the last two knots were too adamant to let go of each other. You felt yourself smiling, too wide, he definitely knew you well. Cheeky bastard.

“What about me?” he asked, eyes still focused as he working on untying the last knot.

“Hmmm...” you shifted your position on the couch, now sitting up as you stared your boyfriend’s figure for a short while.

“Red wine.” sophisticated, classy, unique, warm. If you were to describe the aura around him, these would be the first choices.

However, your answer seemed to have caught Jaehyun’s attention, pausing in his tracks as he got curious as to why the specific choice. He had a huge grin on his face, he adored how you remembered the specific detail of red wine being his favourite, for he mentioned it in your first date which was 2 years back. But he knew there was more to it. He knew you too well. “But why red wine?”

You kept your gaze fixated on Jaehyun as he gets up from the ground, putting the cables in a secure manner to avoid another tie war. He hugged the pillow tight which you had previously thrown on him, before propping down beside you on the couch with a tired sigh, looking at you intently. It was as if you both were having a staring contest. So you rested your head on your right hand, both staring each other with soft smiles before you continued.

“You are much more to what everyone thinks you are,” you notice how Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow, still staring and trying to process what you just said.

“Just like wine, the more I know you, the more I know just how amazing you are. Both sweet and sour, but the balanced ratio of it is what makes you more admirable.” You admired how he was always able to balance things out, prior to what everyone believes about him, he had both good and bad sides to him. And that’s what made him more human, him acknowledging his flaws. That’s what made you fall for him.

Hearing you, Jaehyun thought he might dislocate his jaw anytime soon for smiling so hard. His heart started to do all sort of flips, ears starting to pink. It was at times like this when you don’t need words to express how you were feeling, silent but the communication was still present. Jaehyun slides his hand into yours, you glanced at both of your intertwined fingers before looking at him, his eyes full of hearts for you. You giggled, feeling shy at his intense stare but returning him the same way.

“I love you,” he whispered, his starry eyes which were only looking at you.

“Excuse me miss,” You jolt at the sudden change of voice coming from behind you. You whip around, a girl probably in her late teens stood nervously, her hands fidgets with the belts of her backpack.

“Miss, you were kinda in the way so..” you felt flustered for absent-mindedly drifting into your dreamland while shopping for your friend, chiding yourself mentally in the process.

“Ah, I am so sorry,” you moved swiftly to the side to allow the teen some space to carry out her shopping. “Please, carry on.” You smiled softly. Though at the back of your mind you wanted to point out how she shouldn’t be consuming alcohol, but disregarded the urge nonetheless. Sometimes children should get to enjoy their minimal amount of fun in their youth too. You were still clutching the red wine bottle in your hand, eyeing it one last time before placing it back in the racks. You cleared your throat, as if to let the voices speaking inside your head know that you are not a stupid 20 year old anymore. You shake your head, glancing around to inspect if others were judging your state before proceeding to the counter for the random wine you picked which might have cost you half of your monthly salary. It’s okay to spend once in a while.

Mark was literally running around his apartment. Running. His head shot up as he remembered something. “Shit, fuck, are the bathroom lights okay?” he murmured to himself, sprinting off to the bathroom that was located in his vast living room first, followed by the ones in his bedroom and guestroom. Mark was still a newbie to the norms of living alone, him being a newborn living-alone man for sparsely 2 months. And he would barely be home due to his schedules. There were even times he would just forget his own bedroom.

“What else, what else,” he glanced over the whole area eyes drifting here and there before he realized something. Dumbass forgot to check if there were even enough food for two. Mark quickly scurried to the kitchen counter, the utensils were more than enough before checking his fridge. Beers? Check. Soju? Check. Kimchi? Check. Slices of chicken breast? Check. But the 33 year old still felt something was missing. Mark shifted his focus on the wooden shelf that was just above the kitchen sink, the transparent glass door of it making a creak sound as he opened it. For an apartment who’s owner was barely home, the shelf was definitely well packed and organized. It contained all sorts of ramen, tteokbokki and any other fast food you could name. “What else, what else, what else, what else,” he kept chanting, as if by some magic his chants of short memory would be heard and he would know what else was he missing out. He hunched over the lower shelf to inspect if all the sauces his housekeeper stores for him were present there. Absorbed in his thoughts, Mark did not notice the sudden sound of his bell going off, before the sounds just got repeated and even more louder.

“What the fuck?” his eyebrows creased in annoyance, cussing out all the profanities he had in his vocabulary at the visitor’s insolent mannerism. Mark was beyond pissed, the person behind the other side of the door not only disrupted his memory battle but also had the audacity to ring the bell like a 3 year old in the middle of the night. Instead of just answering from the intercom, he directly opened the entrance door. “Look, it’s like 11 in the night - Hyung?” Mark halted his rant session as he realized it was Jaehyun standing in front of his house. Covered in black shirt, black mask, black pants - black everything, it would take a while for others who did not know him personally to recognize the member of the top boy group in the industry.

“Were you shitting or something,” Jaehyun smiled before casually giving his best friend a hug. Mark pulls out some of the spare slippers he had stored, while Jaehyun sits on the wooden step as he unties the knots of his black adidas. As Jaehyun get ups, he looks over to the other male standing in front of him, then down at the slippers and then again to the male.

“What?” Mark laughed, his hands shifting to the sides of his waist.

“Mark, please don’t go shopping by yourself next time,” Jaehyun silently judged Mark for offering him the fluffly colourful pink body and yellow polka dots slippers, similar to the ones he was wearing but the combination in opposite.

“I got them from the BOGO offer going on in the supermarket just down the lane,” Mark wiggled his toes under the furry layer of clothing, slightly humming at the texture. “Bro this shit comfortable and cute, you can’t deny that.”

Jaehyun gives him another look, amused at how his bandmate’s old habits were still the same. “I help you out with your fashion choices next time. Don’t worry.” He patted Mark’s should, a sympathetic grin on his face as he anticipated the other male’s dramatic reaction.

“Oh please,” Mark scoffed. “More like you need my and Johnny hyung’s assistance for your monotonous wardrobe!”

Jaehyun laughed at his friend’s rebuttal before lazily propping himself on the bean sack in the living room with a low hum. Oddly enough, Mark’s apartment felt more homely than his own apartment which was just above a few floors.

“But what brings you here?” Mark walks over to his fridge, judging by his friend’s sudden visit, he knew drinks had become a necessary part of the night. “And what about Hayoung?”

“What about her?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrow at Mark, skillfully catching the beer Mark had tossed to him after asking about Hayoung, Jaehyun’s, well complicated girl something.

“I though you guys might just....I don’t know, be official or something.” Mark stole a glance towards his friend, nervously opening his can. The momentary pin drop silence was an indicator, he indeed blurted something he should not have. The fizzy hiss of the beer can being opened barely broke the ice.

“I don’t do things like official,” Jaehyun scoffed, producing a low sigh after sipping the beer. Mark decided not to further press his friend, despite having an old unresolved grudge against Jaehyun somewhere deep within him. It had been years since all of that had happened, but he still felt hostility creep up inside every time he remembers that night, that week, that month. After all, it was you that Jaehyun had completely broken, torn and ripped apart.

Unbeknownst to the rummaging thoughts inside the mind of his bandmate, it took a while for the older to realize how oddly clean and organized the apartment looked. Jaehyun turned to Mark, eyebrows raised with mischievousness coating his words. “You having someone for the night tomorrow?”

Mark almost made a disgusted face but instead opted to scrunch. “Bro, I don’t have Tinder, neither do I wanna be a carrier of STDs.” Mark placed his empty can on the small glass table, simultaneously letting out a tired huff. Jaehyun almost took an offense to the statement, the attack was definitely but indirectly made towards him. But he decided to shrug it off, Mark was not lying after all. Jaehyun did not even know half of the girls’ names he had slept with, someday or another mixing up names which ends in him getting kicked out or being cursed out. That was what had happened that night as well.

“Okay, I forgot. Hayoung, yes. Speak.” Jaehyun shot an incredulous look to the younger, as if he was able to read his mind or something. Mark only furrowed his eyebrows at the reaction.

“I-I....got kicked out,” Jaehyun’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the sharp eared male was able to catch his friend’s low murmur. Mark stifled his giggle, only to receive a glare from his friend. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his newly dyed lilac hair. Fucking embarrassing.

“But what made her do that?”

Jaehyun felt chills run down his spine as the scenario replayed in his head. He shivered despite the heater being on, an amused Mark glancing while chugging down the small remaining amount of beer. Mark was being a gentleman trying to conceal his laughter as Jaehyun rambled how he managed to fuck up yet another good hook-up buddy. At this point, Mark was not even surprised. Victim to his obvious facial expressions, Mark hated lying, and equally hated being lied to as well. Jaehyun side glanced his friend, a loud annoyed snort escaping from him. “Having fun, aren’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s fun — sorry,” Mark clears his throat. He should be the type of friend who gives advices instead of laughing. Mark wiggled in his seat, distorting the empty can before having a perfect shot in the trashcan just a few feet away from him. Smooth one.

“I think I might retire, or just quit after the current contract ends,” Jaehyun felt tight, the words came out from him in a way too suffocating form. Mark visibly tenses, his laidback posture now crouching forward to his friend. Mark was too pre-occupied in his escalating solo career, the support he had been getting even before the official stage was way too much for him to fathom, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. A stinging guilt crept up inside him, chiding himself of being such an inconsiderate friend. “It’s high-time I start to live on my own accord.”

Mark decided to rather not pressurize the half-drunk dude with his numerous questions as to why or what has made him to take such a step. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open, exhaustion was taking over his body ever faster now that he had booze in his system. Jaehyun would have rather opted to just spend the night on the couch (he preferred Mark’s limited edition long L shaped sofa over any king sized bed) but the guy decided to not get welcomed by his mate as ‘good morning.’ Mark put a hand on Jaehyun’s knee, an attempt to stop the non-stop stomping which was a very well-known drunk habit of him. Piling the blankets he just brought, the younger warned again, eyes like red lazer lights before trudging towards his bedroom.

Feet wobbly, Jaehyun struggles to drag his build to switch off the remaining lights in the living room, glancing throughout the long empty space. He gulped down harshly, the familiar empty feeling creeping back to him which he had been avoiding for so long — for years. Jaehyun took a deep sigh, the heavy feeling feeling weighing down his chest as he took light steps towards the big glass window which granted him the view of the whole city. His eyes flickered at the luminous sight. He felt big but small, full, content but numb and empty.

“Hyung, you’re still awake?” a sleepy voice spoke from behind, breaking out Jaehyun from his trance.

“Huh?” It took a moment for him to process an answer. “Uh yeah. just like that. You go sleep.”

Mark shrugged, walking towards his bed as Jaehyun plopped down harshly on the duvet, wincing slightly as he felt a sprain in his lower back. With the alcohol slowly losing its effect on him with each passing second, Jaehyun started to feel more sober, more drawn back into the reality. He hated it. This feeling he was feeling.

Mark was having a rather difficult time to fall asleep. He even put on a random sleeping eye mask he uses for travelling, but alas that did not help either. He was too giddy, too excited for tomorrow. Pulling up the blankets over his head, Mark was assured he was safe from everyone, even maybe from God as a huge grin breaks out on his face. As much as he hates to admit it, Mark loved how things turned out to be the way they were.

“Oh god, this is so awkward. Oh god can I please please just die already?” Mark halted on his steps at the voice, glistening in sweats after the recent stage. He thought it would be an adventure to opt for the public washroom in disguise since the green rooms’ ones were all occupied by the rest of the members; and boy, Mark was really giving his all hold his pee.

“OH GOD!” the sudden yelp caused the male to shriek quietly, muttering an inaudile ‘jesus’. Despite the odds, Mark decided not to test his luck, holding in the bubbling feeling just before explosion as much as he could. Muttering quiet curses, the male struggled to hold his posture as he stealthily tried to get to the other side of the stairs. Too busy in his on the way to urination voyage, Mark realized it was too late, he bumped. Bumped into someone. A girl. Hell yeah fucked. Panic crept at the back of his throat as he anticipated what was coming forth. Him being surrounded by numerous fan as he desperately tries to hold his pee. What a fucking sight.

“Look, I know you might be a staff or something,” Mark whipped his head at your voice. “But please just oh god,” you rambled, leaving the man standing with his legs crossed tightly in utter confusion. “I had no idea — Mark Lee?”

The colors from his faced drained, Mark turned casper for a split second.

“PLEASE!” he was quick to react, half-whispering as he desperately caught your hands. “Please don’t just, uh.., shout or something.”

You immediately raised your hands in defense. “I uh have no reason to do so?” You stated, observing how he was literally squirming, it did not take you long to understand that the canadian needed to go the washroom as soon as possible. ”Oh!” You quickly moved. “Sorry for blocking your way!” Before he could even say thank you, you disappeared without any trace. Mark made a quick mental note to thank you, well that only if he ever happens to cross paths with you again. And deep down, he wised he would. On the other hand, you let out another distressed growl, promising to all of the heavens that never will you be ever accompanying your cousin sister, or let alone come to any concerts from now on. The stunt your drunken cousin had pulled just a while ago was humiliating enough, but of course, she had to spice it up by vomiting on the hallways just in front of the green room. You silently prayed and hope with all your might that maybe they will be generous enough not to sue you or ask for compensation for the mess, looking around cautiously for any employees before you sprinted off for the exit door, and yes, dragging the passed out stunt lady.

Mark felt as if he had a halo above his head, the water balloon inside him finally set free. But he had to race when he saw his phone buzzing with notifications, all of them belonging to his manager or the group chat of the members chanting same syllables ‘Where are you’ ‘show starts in 2′ ‘get yo ass here’. It did not take the rapper too while before he reached the green room, the makeup artists and stylists immediately wrapping themselves around him with brushes and hair sprays. He was smiling, genuinely smiling as he replayed the encounter he just had. Johnny raised an eyebrow with an amused grin on his face.

“What’s with the smile, bro?” Johnny pulls up some random exercises to relieve the tension in his muscles.

Instead of dodging his question, Mark replied, still smiling, but wider. “The pee voyage was a nice one.”

Johnny judged the younger for a second before chuckling and heading towards the stage. The loud noises from the fans echoed throughout the whole arena, full of green lightsticks gleeming like blossoming spring garden. No wonder I called them grass, Mark thought. But today, he was looking for a rather specific individual, his eye scanning almost all the faces in the crowd. He hoped to see you again, smiling gleefully as he performed, but thought that it was too greedy of him to want this much in a span of a day. And so he performed, for the first time without any pressure of doing good, enjoying every moment of the stage he was on and yet again, wished that maybe, maybe your paths will collide with his again.

part 2

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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More Bunnies!

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: ADORABLE AF

"Ladies, gentlemen, and those who have yet to make up there minds." y/n smiled sitting on her sofa Thomas' beside her with his head on his hand

"Is that a kinky boots quote?"

"Yes it is, did you finally get around to watching it" "Yes I did"

"And?"

"It's good, not as fun as rocky horror but"

"Nothing's as fun as rocky horror, you'd be good if they ever make another movie of it"

"Yeah? would I make a good rocky sweetie darling?" "No, I was thinking riff raff"

"...well fuck you too"

"Anyway, the point of the video"

"Yes, the point"

"This may be the first video where I'm doing something, and you have actually wanted to be involved, I haven't bribed you, you know what we are doing, and your still here"

"Because this is a good video" he says "That I very much wanted to be a apart off"

"Because you love them"

"I do, I don't know how anyone can't love them"

"My ex boyfriend hated them

"Yeah well I hated him to"

"You did?"

"We both know I hated joe, he was a dick. that lacked dick Ironically"

"He did, too much dick in the personality, not enough dick in the pants" she giggled "But anyway this video is not about dicks" "That's next week" "will you... shut the mouth. make me tea"

"No"

"Then just shut the mouth"

"The point! of this video. Is that tomorrow is a very very special day, Now I think before I really explain we need a bit of back story" she smiled "My dad owned a vintage car garage, he had been a mechanic all of his life, he learnt though just constantly going to work my his dad in a little garage up in Norfolk, But he opened the garage when he was about eighteen fixing classic cars up for people. and Everyone worked in the business, My dad met my mum because she owned a little AJS Motorbike that she constantly needed him to fix. My brothers all worked there, and of course I worked there. When we lost my mum, we kinda just... I would say floated like we survived and I very much kinda became the mother being the only girl in the family. And that is something I do say with family businesses you need and out because you work all day with your family and then go home to your family you sort of never leave the dynamic. and As we all likely know as we have told this story, Thomas started working at our garage when... I think you where like sixteen? fifteen then you started?"

"I was fifteen but imminently about to turn sixteen when I started"

"yeah"

"But... the weird thing Is we met when I stated, but we didn't really... know each other" "Yeah it was that weird like, we work at the same place we see each other a lot but we rarely talk to each other"

"I was in the office a lot I did a lot of paperwork and ordering then, and you just constantly had like your head in Morris minors and mini's"

"I think the first time we really spend any time together was when your dad was away, and your brothers where away and it literally was just me and you in the garage, I was tinkering with this little Rover, and I remember you just coming over"

"You had like oil and dirt all over your face and hands from this shitty little rover, so I went over with a little cloth and like did the-"

"The like lick the cloth wipe the dirt off my face"

"I did, and from then on just... bestest friends"

"Yeah, Best friends"

"With crushes on each other"

"I did have a crush on you at that age that's something I have admitted to." "I don't think the situation helped though, like I was one girl in a garage where you worked, at some point you where going to get a crush on me"

"Ummm, You had a crush on me too at one point?"

"I did, I think because you where like the only person who worked there who wasn't part of my family, but it never went anywhere," she shrugs "Anyhow, and then when I moved out of my parents house into my first little apartment I kinda... felt weird I moved away from my family I suddenly felt very lonely and unneeded" she explained "there was more going on at that time that I will put in a video at some point. but I wasn't great emotionally and at that time my best friend Lisa, had a pregnant bunny rabbit named lopple. Now Lisa didn't know still doesn't know how she got pregnant, she thinks the rabbit who was like nextdoor or something got out and somehow got to lopple we don't know all we know is that I was over there helping her prep so making the beds up helping where Lopple was nesting all that kind of thing, and we sat in her garden giving lopple some very soft pets and we just saw something move and saw she was giving birth." she explained "She had six rabbits in her fluffle" "Her fluffle?"

"yes thomas, its called a fluffle" "Is it?"

"Yeah, a litter of kittens, a fluffle of buns"

"That is adorable" "yes it is, but she had six, now Lopple was a very chubby black lion hair and we don't know about the dad but all these buns where black and white and the one who looked most like lopple was this little bun that had white paws and a white tail, a white nose and then just black all over and Lisa's plan was that she was going to keep the babies until they where old enough and then sell them on to other people" she explained

"That didn't happen"

"I didn't, I basically went over every single day and watched these little bunnies grow up to where they could function on there own, and I grew very attached to the one we had nicknamed socks because of her white feet and Lisa just kinda asked me if I wanted her?" she smiled "I had never had bunnies before, or really pets before but I couldn't leave her so I instantly said yes, went to a pet store that day and bought all the stuff she would need and took her home to my apartment set her little hutch up at the end of my bed, and I renamed her hen I got her home to Hopscotch" she smiled

"About... maybe a week later I came over to your apartment and Met hopscotch" "she loved you, Immediately" she laughs "I was expecting her, like when she had met other people that she would hide in her house, or she would come and burrow into my back like she still does, or maybe bite I was worried about biting, but you sat by her house she came wondering out with her little soft feet, walked right over to Thomas sniffed him jumped in his lap and feel asleep"

hopscotch ran across the wooden floor to where Thomas sat cross legged

"Hello? small rabbit"

"Hopscotch"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"okay, Hi hopscotch"

"she's thinking about it, she's giving you a sniff"

"Give me an investigate, nose pat down"

"seeing if you got any contraband, Like carrots"

"I don't have any carrots I'm sorry"

she then jumped onto his lap getting comfy in a little bunny loaf, closing her little eyes and going to sleep "Awwww you have been chosen"

"I have?"

"You have been chosen this is your life now Thomas. you are not a bunny bed"

"I am fine with this, this is life now, Hey... Hey little girl," he chooes petting her fur

"and she still loves me"

"she does, and I don't know why. it's maddening to me" she laughs "Hopscotch, come here darling" she called picking up the soft bunny who instantly walked over the sofa to Thomas' lap "You see what I mean"

"I cried the first time"

"You did, I remember you just like in tears as she slept on your leg because she was just too cute" she laughs "and then, when I got this house and moved here she came with me, and we very much became a family, like the three of us."

"I think we kinda did when we first moved next-door to each other we just basically lived together, more then we do now, we've put some .... kinda rules and boundaries in now but then we really where just basically living together" he explained

"and one day, we where shopping together and we had to go to the pet store to get food for hopscotch, and we walked in going to the rabbit section to get the food and..." she smiled picking up jellybean from the floor "This little boy was there, in a little pen of rabbits they had for sale all of them where playing and bouncing around but this little boy was just sat by the glass chillin' eating a dandelion leaf" she smiled "Now people think I squealed and had to get him but-

"I went to buy rabbit food for hopscotch and I think..."

she then showed the pet shop with the glass pen of bunnies where a little one sat playing with thomas though the glass "I think thomas' found a friend"

"look at him! He's so fluffy"

"Like you"

"He is like me! we have the same hair" He laughs

"The sign says you can pet but not pick up"

thomas happily leant in petting the bunny that instantly nuzzled into his hand

"what is happening right now? are you some sort of bunny magnet Thomas? where you a rabbit in a former life?"

"maybe"

"You are fluffy, horny and like veg. Fuck you are a rabbit"

"that makes way more sense then I like"

"Is this happening? are you going to get a bunny Thomas?"

"I might, but if I do we can't hang out as much as we'll both have animals in our houses" "Or I could just keep him at my house, him and hopscotch could be best friends?"

"Yeah? should we do it? should we get Hopscotch a brother?"

"I did" "Yeah, you pointed him out, and sat like waving at him though the glass for like ten minuets, they said you could pet them just don't like pick them up so we both gave this little boy some pets, petted his soft ears and I couldn't leave him there" she smiled "so I bought another rabbit, and came home very nervous very worried how hopscotch was going to react to him, introduced them slowly and all that so they wouldn't fight but"

"They mewed" "And rabbits rarely mew"

"They don't but the minuet jellybean got in here he started mewing, hopscotch was a little more tentative but thats because its her house and she sniffed the box he was in and you could hear them mewing at each other trying to like talk to each other though this box, and you could see them trying to give each other kisses though an air hole in the box"

"it was so fucking cute, I wish I filmed it," she says "and then we let him out and they sniffled each other and licked each other and just they where so happy together, I assumed they would sort of bond like brother and sister. Because they are both my babies but... I was dumb because of course they didn't" she laughs "We know very well from lots of videos' that hopscotch and jellybean and very in love"

"They are very in love, like if you take one just into another room without the other they'll start crying, and stomping until there allowed to be together again"

"I take them both to the vet. if one has to go, because it's way less stressful for them both to just be together" "It's weird how much... like us they are" "Ummm, but the news!"

"Yes, news"

"There is going to be... some more life in this house" she smiled "Someone, is preggo"

"Not you!"

"OHH fuck no, no, no I am not pregnant. thank the devil. but another little fluffy lady is." she smiled "we got it back from the vet last week, she's pregnant, she's going to be having a little fluffle of kits of her very own. " she smiled

"Our babies having babies" he smiles cuddling hopscotch

"Lopple has been notified about the up and coming grandchildren." she smiled "Hopscotch is on a nice preggo diet, and jellybean is in trouble. I'm sure there will be a video where we shall met the fluffle. I don't know what the plan is, I think it depends on how many she has on weather or not we keep them"

".... you are not getting rid of them, No. I will not allow it"

"Thomas' I can't afford to keep like ten rabbits"

"the money is not an issue I shall fund the bunnies"

"I lack the house space for like ten rabbits thomas" "Guess we'll have to move house then"

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foreverandaday-1 · 4 years ago

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Tenderly They Turned To Dust All That I Adored

Inspired by @julielilac s post/gif on the doctor and the master. The first 14 lines of a dialogue are hers, with a few minor changes.

I kind of went on a tangent, and turned this into a weirdly tense hurt/comfort fic, but oh well. Also inspired by my Renamed fic on AO3, under foreverandaday_1

‘Doctor,’ came a voice from the shadowed corner.

‘We meet at last,’ said the woman, equally as wary, yet with a predatory sharpness to her eyes. She wanted answers, and she would get them.

‘I’d like to say I’m glad to see you, but I’m not,’ he said, a slight teasing note, something comfortable but still wary.

‘Shame. I was actually hoping for a welcome for a welcome kiss,’ she returned, voice relaxed slightly.

‘Oh really?’ was his reply, full of put-on amusement to mask the confusion at her unusual playfulness. Yet playfulness wasn’t right, unless describing the way a lion played with its soon-to-be-dead food.

‘I was joking,’ her tone was back to serious.

‘Right. So why are you here then?’

‘I’m looking for answers and you are well aware of this. Who or what the timeless child is, and why you destroyed our home,’ she raised her eyebrows, as if offended by his question, it was obvious what she wanted.

He huffed out a laugh, looking amused. She didn’t notice his slight twinge when moving his ribs.

‘Also, what happened to your hair?’ curiosity was evident in her voice, and she was trying not to compliment him. Luckily she was distracted by the hopefully-soon-to-be-given answers.

‘There were difficulties in escaping from the Kasaavin Dimension.’

‘And yet you were able to escape?’

He huffed, ‘no thanks to you.’

‘You were expecting me to help? Why would I put you somewhere, that took effort and time, just to bring you back out again? A little counterproductive don’t you think?’

‘As if I’d want help from you.’

She smirked, ‘so no help with your injury?’

‘What injury?’ he played off.

‘You’re ribs, I saw you wince.’

‘I’m perfectly capable, thanks.’

‘Manners? Take off your shirt Kos.’

‘Trying to undress me?’

She sighed, crossing her arms.

‘I’m fine.’

She raised her eyebrows.

‘Ok, ok, maybe I could collapse within an hour, but it’s not that bad.’

‘Shirt. Off.’

‘Fine. you’re ever so bossy, love. I can’t say it’s just in this regeneration either.’

She ignored his comments, and, thankfully, only slightly affected by the pet name. ‘That looks painful. No wonder you were wincing,’ she moved closer, ‘go lay on the table.’

He rolled his eyes before doing as she said, flinching slightly as he bent his torso. She prodded at the bruised skin of his chest. There was a slightly green glow coming from the deep purple bruised across his lower right ribs. She tried not to enjoy inflicting pain, but sometimes it was nice to have revenge, even if that reinstated her hypocrisy.

‘So,’ he said after a few minutes, ‘you going to do anything?’

‘I want an explanation of what the hell happened to you later.’

‘Of course, love.’

Well there’s an easier way and a harder way.’

‘For me or for you?’

‘Easy for me, painful for you. Easy for you, stupid for me.,’ she tilted her head, thinking. His mental barriers were just out of reach. Even though it was a bad idea to get closer again, she wanted to. The last time before the Paris thing had been centuries ago, and sometimes her mind felt empty. Lonely without another presence.

‘Well I vote the least painful way.’

‘For me or for you?’ her voice was looser and calmer, she was relaxed in his presence. It probably wasn’t the best idea but it was as if they were young again, without the millennia of pain and fire separating the strands of time.

He smirked at that, looking like he wanted to laugh. She walked towards his head with a contemplative expression, before voicing her thoughts.

‘There’s a quick way, and it’s not like I don’t have any left. Who knows how many I actually have.’

He grimaced, ‘about that…’

‘What?’

‘You have an infinite amount.’

‘I’m going to ignore the fact that you shouldn’t know that, and jump straight to what the hell?’

‘That's not for today's conversation, because I also happen to have none.’

‘You have, but… If you die, you’ll be dead?’

‘That is how death works, love.’

She rolled her eyes, ‘I mean, permanently, no resurrection or trick or stupidly thought out yet genius plan to surprise me again?’

‘No, dead as in gone forever.’

‘But you can’t,’ she said thickly, almost crying for the first time, she realised, with this particular face.

He looked shocked that she was actually voicing some feeling for once.

‘Koschei,’ she said, looking in his eyes, voice carrying the musical lilt of Galifreyan, ‘you can’t die, not now.’ Not ever.

He smiled at the language, one that they hadn’t spoken for a long time. It was a genuine smile, not seen for as equally as long of a time.

‘You said you had an idea, Theta,’ he said softly, comforting with a press of his consciousness against hers.

‘I,’ she sniffed, ‘ when River… you know who she is right?’

He nodded, ‘one of three humans I can tolerate, yes.’

‘Because River had… weird genes… when she broke her wrist, I used regeneration energy to heal it. I wasn’t able to regenerate for a few hours after, or heal as fast, but it worked.’

‘Awfully sentimental of you.’

‘She was important, and had pretended to be fine for my benefit.’ she paused, before looking up at him. ‘How come you don’t mind that I married her?’

‘While I may hate your pets because they don’t deserve your attention, she was different. She was important to you, and not a pet of yours. I could actually get on with her, and have an intelligent conversation.’

She smiled, happy that two people that shaped her life could have gotten along.

‘Now love, enough of the emotion, we should get to your plan.’

‘I can use my, apparently limitless, regeneration energy to heal you. It might have to be a full one, to properly work, but I don’t think you’ll change,’ she sounded happier, a slight touch of sarcasm evident in her voice.

‘Won’t that mean you can’t regenerate for a while? Or that you’ll regenerate with me?’

‘Possibly. But, again with River, when she revived me, she didn’t change.’

‘What?’

‘She may have killed me after regenerating before giving up all of hers to bring me back to life.’

‘Ignoring the fact that she of all people managed to actually kill you for the first time in all of history…’

‘It’s probably why Daleks seem terrified of her,’ she cut in.

‘... yes, but you need a mental and physical connection.’

‘Yep, full open contact between consciousnesses, and a close physical contact, with as many inner surfaces close.’

‘You and River, properly married?’

‘Yeah, Bonded and everything. It was partly in a separate timeline that no longer exists and also never existed.’

‘Okay, but, love, mouth to mouth?’

‘I wasn’t entirely joking when I mentioned a welcome kiss earlier.’

‘I didn’t think so.’

They stayed close together, and she stood by his form laying on the table, hands clasped in each others. They reached out their minds, before he sat up, wincing. Both closed their eyes, physical sight wasn’t needed.

They leaned together, hand-to-hand, forehead-to-forehead, hearts-to-hearts.

‘Contact.’

Contact.

They both whispered it quietly, and spoke loudly in their minds. Volume didn’t matter as much as intent did. Intent to re-bond completely after a lifetime of mental separation. It took both eons, and no time at all.

It was an explosion of thought and feeling. A sensation unlike any other, yet reminiscent of coming home. A sense of welcoming in a place long forgotten yet forever remembered. A contradiction and cycle, of my thought is yours, your thought is mine. Memories were absorbed, and information shared.

She tugged on the always-there well of energy, as if waking it up. It swirled within her, before spreading out to her limbs, gathering at her fingertips.

His hands glowed the same pale gold, as the tangible glow drew up his arms. They pushed closer still, tilting their necks to have better access.

Her lips pressed to his. His lips pressed to hers.

The energy pushed through completely, moving around them both. A swirl of pale gold and a feeling of life hanging in the air.

The glow collected around his injury, the bruised fading, sickly green hue leached away. Small scars knitted seamlessly, and any more bruises disappeared. His ribs shifted slightly, returning to their original position.

After a few seconds, minutes, hours, she stepped back. Not just one, but continually walking back to the door.

‘It’s not the time to ask,’ she smiled with an air of bittersweetness. ‘We’ll find each other when we’re ready.’

#Thoschei #13th Doctor #Thirteenth Doctor #Thirteen/Dhawan!Master #theta #koschei #a bit of a mess #hurt/comfort #ish

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gashinabts · 5 years ago

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Why we broke up (m)

Words: 4k

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, kinda smut

Summary: “And I really wanted to see you again, talk to you again, be with you again. But if you don’t ever want to see me again then I’ll leave as if I never existed but can I please hold a little longer?”

Warning: Mature language, Implied sex, heavy petting

a/n: this is my first fic I was kinda hesitant to post it but here it is.. I really wanted to write a part 2 to do more explanation on how they broke up...but lets see how this one goes :() lol there might be a shit ton of grammar mistakes but please show me support !!!

Part 2

“Fuck—,” the pounding of Jungkook’s head was in radiating pain to the point where he couldn’t bear to open his eyes. Thinking to himself he shouldn’t have drank more than five soju bottles last night. If his head was in this much pain he couldn’t possibly imagine what his liver was going through.

Finally opening his eyes after a painstakingly minute he noticed two things: one, he is not in his bedroom and two he is naked. It wouldn’t be the first time he woke up in a stranger’s room. As he looked to the left of the bed there lies a naked woman.

He should get out before she notices, he hurriedly searches his clothes and puts them on, he notices a mirror in the women's room. God, how he hated the red blotchy marks that were littered around his neck.

Jungkook pats himself on the back when he successfully exits her house, he drives off in his car at a ridiculous speed, not because of the woman but because Eunwoo might be worried sick for him.

“Eunwoo!”, Jungkook yells while entering his house. “Daddy’s home, come over!”, the Shiba Inu runs over to Jungkook. “Sorry I’m really late for our morning run. I’ll make it up to you by taking you to the park then you can pee on every tree there is out there, sounds like a deal?”, Eunwoo barks out a response of agreement.

The change of scenery was nice for Jungkook there where a lot of people at the park filled with children’s laughter and screaming, the scent of grass that spring provided, it was indeed nice for him. Eunwoo takes the deal with Jungkook very seriously and is marking his territory on a big tree near the playground. He decides to look away from the dog to give him privacy.

Then time stills, everything is silent yet loud, when he spots you. Your surrounded by small children and your laughing while blowing bubbles in the air as they try to pop each one. It was breathtaking watching you in your yellow sundress and just being happy.

Jungkook can’t stop staring it was like the gods were playing a trick on him and he couldn’t tell if it was real.

Then you looked up to see him, Jungkook, big brown eyes staring into your eyes. He looks different, not that much but you can see that he matured well. You haven’t seen him in ten years surely features of him could’ve changed but no he still has those beautiful youthful doe eyes.

Jungkook quickly turns his gaze from you. “ Oh my god, Eunwoo what do I do! Maybe she didn’t see me,” he doesn’t know why he was lying to himself and why he was talking to his dog, as if Eunwoo would give him advice.

“Jungkook! Hey!, ” you rapidly walked towards him and you were still holding the bubble wand. You were gonna go for hug but then you stopped yourself, you couldn’t do that, things were different between you two.

“Y/N”, that’s all he said, why was he such an idiot he was thinking to himself he could’ve at least said ‘ hey Y/N’ or ‘what have you been up to’.

You just smiled brightly at him at his awkward stature. “ Jungkook we don’t have to be awkward with each other. I just wanted to say hi to you and see what’s up...While I’m here I wanted to congratulate you on your new song you produce that hit the charts, I really enjoyed it.” He looked intently into your eyes and now it was your turn to glance away with a shy smile.

Jungkook couldn’t believe that he was witnessing your smiles and your praises, after all the pain he caused you.

“ Thank you Y/N, that really means a lot to me. And it wasn’t all me, Yoongi helped me on some parts of the song ”, he returns a grateful smile towards you.

You hum in acknowledgement, “...Is that so, I knew I could her some Suga vibes into it.” He chuckles at your statement and then he feels a tug on the leash.

Eunwoo comes close to you and tries to rub against your legs. You gasp, and squat down, “ A Shiba Inu, my favorite! Aren’t you a cute one!”you caress it generously while speaking in a high tone.Millions of things were going on in Jungkook’s mind and that didn’t go well with the hangover he was having.

“Mommy!! I was looking for you!! I wanted you to see me finish the monkey bars ”, a child’s voice interrupts Jungkook’s thoughts. He watches as the child’s small hands grabbed onto your sundress, clinging onto to it. The child looks up at Jungkook’s tall figure and quickly decides to hide behind you.You smile to yourself grabbing your baby’s soft hands from behind you and bringing him towards the front of you. “ Baby, this person right in front of us, was a very very special person to me. His name is Jeon Jungkook. Now go on and introduce yourself like I taught you.” Your child nods shyly at you while he turns his full attention to Jungkook, “ Hello, Mr. Jungkook! My name is Eunwoo and I am five years old “, Eunwoo gave a small bow. You caress his hair while praising him a small good job.

The situation was all too fast for Jungkook, meeting you, and you having a child name Eunwoo. Of course you would have a child, you wanting a child was part of the reason you guys broke up. He felt like an asshole realizing that he named his dog the same name as your son, it was the name you confessed to him that if you were to ever have a child with him that it would be Eunwoo.

“Mommy, look!! Mr. Jungkook has a doggy!!,” you look at your son as he pets it energetically. “ I know isn’t he cute, Eunwoo? Jungkook what’s his name?”, you look up to Jungkook, while he scratches the back of his neck, why does he look so frantic.

“Umm—his name is...”, quick think of something Jungkook, “Tree! His name is Tree!” Eunwoo immediately starts to giggle, “ That’s a funny name.” You start to laugh alongside agreeing with Eunwoo. Jungkook sighs in relief and feels sorry that he renamed his dog the most dumbest dog name.

“ Mr. Jungkook…,” Eunwoo gets Jungkook’s attention and he nods for continuation. “Why do you have a lot of ant bites on your neck? You should put medicine on it, Mommy has special medicine at home.” You decide to see what Eunwoo is talking about and squint to look at Jungkook’s neck...oh those aren’t ant bites those are love bites, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your heart. You used to give Jungkook bites like that, when you wanted to just to claim him over and over again while riding him slowly. You shouldn’t be feeling this emotion you guys been over for ten years, you have to get a grip.

Jungkook hastily put his hand over his neck and was shocked that Eunwoo blatantly pointed but of course he didn’t know what hickies were. He observes your face and he couldn’t help but feel guilt when he saw how your once happy face was in pain. But how you quickly transformed it into a smile when Eunwoo begged you to get the medicine for Mr. Jungkook.

“...Y/N, I’m sor—,” you quickly interrupted him, “ Eunwoo it’s okay, Jungkook has own special medicine at his house too”, you hold your baby’s hand while swinging it a bit.

Why was he gonna apologize, it’s not like you guys are lovers anymore. You should be happy that he has found someone to love and take care of him. You should get going, you’ve been at the park for over an hour, you brush your dress down to get rid of any wrinkles and stare at Jungkook. You wait for him to say anything but the dead silence was too uncomfortable for you.

“ Well I should get going, it was nice seeing you Jungkook,” as you make small wave and smile warmly at him. Eunwoo gives tree a small pat and waves Jungkook a goodbye.

“ It was nice seeing you too, you look happy,” he gives a small response and a genuine smile. You look at him one last time, since it wouldn’t hurt you, and walk with your son towards your car. He continuously hums to a beat of a song that sounds familiar and then you feel a tug on your other wrist, forcing you to turn backwards. You look surprised to see Jungkook holding your wrist and breathing heavily.

“ —Wait Y/N, I wanted to see if you wanted to catch up, like for reals. Maybe go out for lunch or something? I know it’s stupid of me to ask for that, and you have every right to say no,” you don’t know what to say, your heart has been through enough yet it still flutters when he asked this question. You still feel his warm hand on your wrist and you gently take it off with your other hand. Eunwoo enters the car and buckles his car seat.

“ I’m sorry Jungkook but I’m quite busy,” you let out a small excuse. Well it wasn’t a lie you were busy with things which includes projects from work and Eunwoo’s birthday party. He looks a little disappointed but quickly gives a small smile and a nod.

It was ironic on how he was watching as you leave, when ten years ago he was the one that left.

He tugs Tree’s leash and starts to walk home.“ You know I’m sorry I renamed you Tree. Why was I such an idiot, it’s been ten years and now I finally have the audacity to try to ‘ catch up’ with her. God, I’m such a prick,” he’s getting odd stares from people since he’s talking to his dog but he doesn’t care.

Once he’s back home he gives Tree his dinner and takes a hot shower, vigorously trying to scrub his body. Once he’s done dressing in his pajamas he contemplates whether to look over the lyrics Namjoon sent him or to just call it a day. He decides to grab his headphones in his drawers and notices his old phone. The phone had so many precious memories, in the past, he decided to not transfer any old photos to his new phone. He wanted to start on a new page with his life, even if it meant erasing you. Jungkook pulls out the phone, presses the power button, and unlocks his phone. He goes to the photo app and looks for pictures of containing you, he continues to memorize every picture of your ethereal face. It makes him smile and laugh when your doing funny faces towards the camera.

“Oh—shit,” this particular picture made him flustered, his cock in your mouth looking up towards the camera, it was truly sinful. Then there was a video of you on all fours, his cock stretching you out. That night you begged him to fuck you like a slut and he nearly came four times. He feels a little stiff in his sweatpants, but it didn’t feel right for Jungkook to play the video so he quickly exit the app. He remembers that he muted your messages so you wouldn’t see the notifications from you and never bothered to read them, he presses onto your conversation, and notices an abundance of messages appear. He furrowed his brows in concentration and reads the messages dated from five years ago.

[Y/N] Taehyung came over to pick up ur stuff, do you really not want to see me?

[Y/N] How are you these days? Have you been eating well?

[Y/N] Happy Birthday best wishes to you :)!!

[Y/N] I went to the coffee shop and habitually order two coffees one with extra sugar and milk. Silly me. I couldn’t help but think of you wondering if drinking too much coffee.

[Y/N] congratulations on the award! You guys deserve it.

[Y/N] I’m so glad that you guys have an extended break!!! Get some good rest and fun time.

[Y/N] heyyy ur active on Xbox live, wanna play?

[Y/N] the moon was so bright today, I couldn’t help but think of you. You know the story you told me, that when you were young your mom would read you the book on how there was a family of bunnies on the moon. And for the longest you thought it was real, sometimes I wish it was real so it would make you happy.

[Y/N] i miss you

[Y/N] Hey, are you okay? I heard from the news that BTS disbanded.

[Y/N] I heard ur song on the radio!! It was so wonderful hearing ur voice again. I’m glad that ur still making music.

[Y/N] I saw you at the sushi place, I wanted to say hi to you but you looked happy with ur date. I’m happy that ur happy, I know that sounds cliche but I really mean it Jungkook.

[Y/N] My therapist said it wasn’t good for me to keep on texting you all these years. No worries I’m improving my health :)). So this is my last message to you, I’m sorry for texting you and being a nuisance when you didn’t want to hear from me. I wish you well, don’t forget to enjoy yourself!

Junkook finishes reading all the text messages and feels solemnly lonely with guilt. How were you always so kind? He goes to sleep that night with you on his mind.

You woke up the next morning in a rush since the alarm didn’t go off. Dropping off Eunwoo at school, you drive to work with desperate need for coffee on your tastebuds. Your secretary gives you your coffee and goes over the appointments you have with clients. You decided to take a break from reviewing the architecture plans. Your mind drifted off to Jungkook, you wondered what he was doing right now, is he having coffee right now too. You let out a small laugh remembering when he would add a lot of sugar to his coffee. God, why did you have to go say hi to him, you’re such an idiot. “ Ms. Y/N, ummm...can you sign this please. Sorry if I interrupted you,” the new intern rambles off, you smile at her and sign the approval plans.

Jungkook has lunch date with Taehyung, who he barely sees anymore due to his filming for a new drama. They are eating their burgers, but Taehyung doesn’t stop texting someone, Jungkook only gets annoyed after the past ten minutes, and snatches his phone. He goes to turn it off but notices your name and his stomach drops to the floor. How long have you guys been in contact, do you guys hang out, questions are firing through his head. He looks at the convo and sees a picture of Eunwoo doing the V sign, and an invitation to his birthday party. Why was Taehyung invited to the party but not him, you told him he was a special person.

“Jungkook...Y/N and I are still really good friends and still keep in contact with each other. Sorry that I was texting her while we were eating but can I please have my phone back?”

“Oh sorry, here. Do you think I can come with you?,” Taehyung gives him a confused stare, “ to Eunwoo’s party I mean…,”

“ Uhh Jungkook, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, you guys didn’t necessarily part on good terms and how do you know who Eunwoo is?,” Taehyung looks even more confused than he looked before.

“ Well I kinda bumped into Y/N the other day and met her son,” he shrugs his shoulders to act nonchalant but really he wanted to go with Taehyung to the party.

“ I can ask her if you can go—,”

“ NO!—I mean don’t please. I’ll promise that I won’t cause any trouble, just please let me go with you?”

“ Fine, okay you can come. But why do you wanna come so badly? You are already saw her the other day, I swear to god Jungkook don’t try anything with Y/N. She’s been through a lot.”

Taehyung puts his phone on silent, and carries on with another topic, explaining the plot of his new drama he is leading. Jungkook tries to focus on the conversation but is wondering what have you been through while he was out of life. He shouldn't be feeling jealous of Taehyung, that he’s still close to you.

That afternoon Jungkook goes to the store and tries to look for a present for Eunwoo, in which he realizes he doesn’t know much about Eunwoo despite him liking Tree. Maybe he should buy him a puppy for him, no I don’t think his mother would be happy with that. Taehyung most definitely knows more about what Eunwoo would like.

[JK] What does Eunwoo like? Im buying a present for him

[Taetae] anything space related and iron man on some occasions

[Taetae] ohhh I forgot and Shiba Inus

[JK] thanks buttface

[Taetae] :((

He feels a warm feeling in his heart, of course he would like Shiba Inus like his mother. Jungkook looks around, and he picks up Shiba Inu plush toy along with a space theme blanket. He wants to buy a whole lot of things for Eunwoo but he decides not to, he is about to leave when he spots the The Bunny on the Moon book, a rush of nostalgia hits him and he decides to buy it for Eunwoo.

It’s Saturday morning, and Eunwoo excitedly jumps on your bed, tugging your sheets, begging you to wake up. “ Mommyyyy, wake up!!! It’s my birthday and I want to start the party already!,” you playfully groan and pull Eunwoo into your arms. “ What? Today is your birthday? But you had one last year, that’s unfair,” you complain while pouting, Eunwoo giggles and you just want to bask in his scent, never letting your baby go. “ Silly Mommy!! We have a birthday every year, that’s why I look bigger today,” you hum in acknowledgment, feeling a little sad that he is growing up too quickly. You tell Eunwoo to take shower while you make breakfast.

The party starts at 1pm and you quickly set up the streamers and pack the goody bags, Eunwoo helps you blow the balloons, while you get dress yourself.

Eunwoo school and neighborhood friends arrive bringing presents of all sorts of sizes, claiming their presents is going to be the best for Eunwoo. He decides to play with his friends in the backyard, your putting all the presents in a pile, then a sudden six rhythm knock comes. You chuckle already knowing who it is, his boxy smile appears when you open the door, and you immediately grabbed him into a hug while burying your face into his neck. “Taehyung, I missed you,” you whispered into his neck, he puts his hands in your hair while saying he misses you too. You pull back about to tell him how his shooting go, but then you see Jungkook behind him holding presents looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh, umm Jungkook what are you doing here?” You were honestly shocked that he was at your doorstep, you gave a questioning look towards Taehyung. “Y/N, Jungkook wanted to come to the party,” you wanted to ask why but that would sound rude so you invited them both in. Taehyung sprints outside grabbing Eunwoo into a hug and twirling him around. All the other kids asked if he can spin them around too and so he did. You smile to yourself, envisioning Taehyung with his own children.

“ Y/N, this is Taehyung’s present and this one's mine, where do you want me to put it at? ,” Jungkook lifts two different presents up, smiling a bit. “Here I can take it and I’ll put it away. You can hangout with Taehyung outside,” you grab the presents from his hands and start to put them in the gift pile. “ Do you need help with anything?,” you look around to see if anything needs to be done, and you notice some of the streamers fell down from the ceiling. “Actually, can you tape the streamers back up,” he eagerly nods and does the job. You hear knocking at the door and you figure it’s the pizza delivery. “ Baby—shit, I mean Jungkook can you get the door it’s the pizza, the money should be in the living room,” you both look flustered, and you busy yourself by taking the drinks out of the fridge. Why did he have to look so domestic it reminded you of the twenty year old him, it was no wonder why you called him baby.

Jungkook shakily hands over the money and grabs the pizza. When you called him baby he felt oddly content and wanted to hear you call him baby again. He sets the pizza boxes on the kitchen table, while you call in the children to eat. The kitchen is filled with children’s voices and munching on food, while you make conversation with Taehyung and Jungkook. You unconsciously give Jungkook another slice of pizza, knowing he can never get full of eating two slices. He thanks you with his mouth full, and you playfully roll your eyes and tell him to close his mouth.

After all the kids were finished eating pizza, you bring the cake out singing happy birthday while the kids join along, placing right in front of Eunwoo.

Jungkook wonders if he would’ve stayed with you all these years, he could imagine at least four kids, a pet dog, a nice big ring on your finger, and waking every morning with you beside him. Now that he’s in his mid thirties what took him so long that he desperately wanted that future. He awes at you when you place a kiss on Eunwoo telling him to make a wish.

After the candles were blown out and cake was given out, all the children had to leave since it was starting to get dark outside. Unfortunately, that meant his friends couldn’t see him open the presents, Taehyung tells Eunwoo to open his present. Eunwoo screams with joy when he opens an expensive telescope, he hugs Taehyung and kisses his face multiple times in which he happily accepts. His phone starts ringing loudly so he checks the caller ID, it’s a famous movie director and he excuses himself outside.

“ Eunwoo open my present too, a little birdie told me what you liked,” Jungkook smiles at him while handing his presents. He opens the present, his eyes gleams at the penguin astronaut pattern in space blanket and wraps it around himself. And starts giggling when he sees the Shiba Inu plushie and starts hugging it, “Look it’s Tree!!” Jungkook laughs along and rubs Eunwoo’s hair affectionately.

“The Bunny on the Moon,” Eunwoo reads and tilts his head to the side. Your heart stops while you look at Jungkook, why did he had to give something so personal to your son

“ I told your mom that I loved this book, we used to search everywhere for this book. You know she started crying when I told her that when I was young I would cry all the time since there were no bunnies on the moon,” your eyes started to sting and you wanted Jungkook to leave right now, why was he doing this to you. “ Mommy and Mr. Jungkook it’s okay, I’ll find a way to put bunnies on the moon so you guys won’t ever cry again,” he grabs the presents and heads to his room. You wipe your tears quickly and Taehyung enters the house.

“ Well I gotta head out, I have an early set tomorrow morning tell Eunwoo I love him,” you go to hug him telling him to come around the house more often and he accepts the offer as long as you cook him food.

“ Jungkook come on, I still have to drop your ass at.”

“ No it’s fine I’ll take an Uber, I want to help Y/N cleaning the kitchen.”

“ I don’t think...Alright I’ll see you guys later,” he closes the door, leaving you and Jungkook alone. You make your way to the kitchen, throwing away trash, while Jungkook washes the dishes.

“I finally read the messages you sent me years ago after seeing you at the park,” you sharply turn and look at him, you remember sending him text messages but he never responded. It was on some days when you saw him on Tv looking sad, some days when you wanted a friend to talk to, and on some days you just wanted to hear from him. Is that why he’s here because he feels bad for you? “I’m sorry that I didn’t respond, umm... so are you okay...because on the last message you sent me you said you were seeing a therapist,” you kept staring at him saying nothing while he twiddles with his fingers, it goes like this for a minute. You simply turn back and continue with your task, the tension is so thick and Jungkook couldn’t take it.

“Can you please talk to me?”

You turn back around and stare into his eyes, “Okay, why are you here at my son's birthday party? Why did you buy that book for him? Was it funny to you telling him that story on how I used to cry because I cared so much for you? Did you laugh at reading my messages thinking how pitiful I am? Why do you suddenly want to know about my well being? Are you ridiculing me, laughing at me in your head that I am single mother ? That in the past I wanted this with you but you didn't, and you feel bad right now. God, I’m so stupid I shouldn’t have talked to you that day in the park, I was being to greedy to myself, “ your finally expressing the emotions you were burying into yourself all day, your crying and trying to wipe all the tears.

Jungkook looks at you with a pained expression, the questions took him by surprise, your calm composure was gone. He didn’t come here to poke fun at you or pity you, he just wanted to see you again.

You were hysterically crying this is the first time in many years that you were crying this much. Then you feel him pull you into a hug, you try to put your hands against chest gently pushing him off but he held you closer. You gave up, letting your hands warp around him, crying against his chest. You felt warm in his arms and it gave a false sensation that everything is going to be alright.

“ No, I never once laughed at you or felt any pity towards you. I know for a fact that you are a great mother, so strong and caring. I’m sorry that I came to Eunwoo party uninvited and told him the story about that book, I was being insensitive and a dick. And when I read those messages I just felt so miserable that I just let the most wonderful woman in the wide world suffer go. And I really wanted to see you again, talk to you again, be with you again. But if you don’t ever want to see me again then I’ll leave as if I never existed but can I please hold a little longer?” You nod your head and let your cheek rest against his chest, while one of his hand is stroking your back and the other in your hair. You feel all types of emotions, like your mind can’t decide what you should be feeling.

“ You’re always a dick,” you finally say after a few minutes of being in eachothers arms, he pulls back and laughs an ‘I know’. Jungkook cradles your face with his hands and kisses your forehead. You want more of his affection, you want to be swallowed whole by it. The look in his eyes tells you the same, he lifts you by the waist and places you on the table, and he goes between your legs just hugging you. Nuzzing your face in his neck, you put your hands under his shirt memorizing his back muscles. He hear him sigh in content and his strong hands caresses your back gently. It feels nice just touching each other, trying to remember each others bodies. You pull back from him looking deeply into his eyes, you take one of his hands and place it on your bare thigh where the dress has ridden up. His hand massages up and down and you place one of your hands on his face tracing the scar on his cheek, the slope of his nose, and fingers tracing lightly on his bottom lip.

“ Y/N, can I please kiss you ?,” it’s small whisper but you can hear it very loudly, and you nod your head yes. You close your eyes and feel his lips on yours, it’s a gentle kiss, and it’s gone all too soon as he pulls back. “ Can I kiss you again?” You smile and bring your lips on his this time, parting your lips and his tongue slipping inside. Your starting to feel really hot and his hands go under your dress to feel your bare hip, thumbing the edge of your panties. “ Ahh—Jungkook let me take your shirt off,” you whisper into the kiss, taking his shirt off to the floor and you take a good look of his body, it looks more muscular than ten years ago, it’s like the gods sculpted him for you. He gives you lustful gaze while you feel his hand start to move the front of your panties. “ Mmm take them off Jungkook,” you encourage him desperately needing his fingers in you. He groans and you lift your butt up as he pulls it under, he slowly drags the panties down your legs, teasing you and you just want him to rip it off of you. The panties are finally off and you go to spread your legs apart inviting him in.

“ MOMMY!! YOU FORGOT TO READ ME A STORY!!” You both jump in surprise as you heard your son call from upstairs. Oh shit, were you really about to have sex on the kitchen table while your son was upstairs. You push Jungkook’s chest lightly and bend down to put your panties on. He gets his shirt and puts it on, “ Y/N, I miss you not just physically but emotionally.”

“ Let’s talk about this later, Eunwoo is calling for me,” you offer him a small smile.

“ Okay, it’s late I should head out, tell Eunwoo that I said bye,” you walk him towards the door and kiss him on the cheek as a ‘see you soon’ goodbye.

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kewltie · 5 years ago

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Dragons were once thought as gods across the land. Legends spoke of how their footsteps would shake the ground wherever they'd tread, a beat of their wings was said to have cause windstorm to appear in the horizon, and their roars could call down lightning; they were indomitable beasts.

Katsuki’s people had dedicated more than a thousand year and generations of their blood, sweats, and tears to bring these great beasts to their heels. To be chosen by a dragon to be their soulkin is a special privilege reserve for the few—the strongest, smartest, and best people.

It's sacred. And not everyone can even touch a dragon, let alone—

“Who’s a good boy,” Izuku coos, rubbing his hands all over Kithura’s snout like he's an overly large and eager dog, and not at all like a holy beast of Katsuki's people. “The very best boy? You are, it’s you!”

Kithura lets out a pleased rumble, the end of his scaly tail swinging back and forth.

Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose at the sight. This sickening, horrendous thing he's privy to. He should kill the both of them to save himself from this utterly embarrassing shitshow.

Laws and traditions are carved into the foundation of their society, but if Izuku not even going to bother respecting that shit how is Katsuki supposed to be rule over anything?! "Oi, get the fuck away from Deku, you stupid fat lizard," Katsuki snaps, temper fraying at the edge.

Izuku's hands startle to a stop and Kithura raises his overgrown head, snorting an offended fume out of his nose. Not fat, he grumbles, like that's more important than the stupid part. This is also somehow Izuku's fault too; his dragon didn't just turn into a lapdog overnight.

"Kacchan!" Izuku's face lights up at the sight of him angrily stomping his way toward them. "You're finish with the council meeting?"

Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement. "What the hell, Deku? He's not a damn pet." He gives Kithura a pointed look. Have some fucking dignity, he scolds.

Kithura just puffs out hot air and curls closer to Izuku in defiant of Katsuki's earlier rebuke.

"Oh, I know." Izuku smiles brightly. "Kit was just kindly keeping me company while I was waiting for you to be done." His smile widens even further. "I wanted to show Kit my appreciation."

Kithura grins down at him in the way that only a dragon can. Full of menacing teeth and bite, his jaw bigger than the size of Izuku's head but that doesn't stop Izuku from going soft and heart eyes at Katsuki's murderous fire breathing dragon who had crushed hundreds of his enemies’ skull under his foot.

"What," he says flatly with a twitch of his eye. "What the fuck you say?"

"I wanted to show Kit my appreciation?" Izuku repeats with a curious tilt to his voice. He bites down on lower lip unsurely. “Should I have not done that?”

"No," Katsuki snaps, right hand itching to reach for the sword his side so he can ram a hole into his own head, because seriously, the hell? "I meant, what the fuck did you just called my dragon?"

"Kit?" Izuku blinks. "Sorry, I just didn't want to accidentally butcher your partner's full name. It sounds beautiful when you say it, but I—I don’t think my tongue can bend that way." He scrunches up his face and then tilts his head up toward Kithura with woeful eyes. "But you don't mind being called Kit, do you?"

Kithura, that traitorous overgrown lizard, lowers his head and nuzzles Izuku's cheek appreciatively as Izuku once again idiotically coos at him like he's a demented puppy that Izuku had picked up from the road and not the horrorterror of the sky that everyone knows Kithura as.

Katsuki had spent his twelve summer out in the red desert battling for his very life against the searing heat, carnivorous cactus, and even the fucking sand was out to kill him. All of it so he could find a damn dragon that would speak to his soul and hear its cry; his soulkin.

He had fucking bled and fought his way to a giant slab of sandstone hilltop where he'd met him, napping leisurely under the glaring sun. With scales the color of a sunset, a mulish blend of red and orange, he was breathtaking and Katsuki had wanted him. His soul called out to the winged beast on top of the butte.

It took Katsuki nine days. Nine fucking awful days of fighting for his life and future to claim this wondrous beast as his own and have the honor name him. Once the beast had fallen and lowered his head before Katsuki in submission, he’d bestowed his title to him; Aku'kithuramulea.

In ancient Selvine, a tongue that had long lost its meaning to the outside world except here in brutal the brutal landscape, it translate to: the Unconquerable King of the Red Dunes. A fearsome and grand name to go along with a fearsome beast. A name that no one else but Katsuki had rightfully earned the privilege to give.

Names are power. It's ownership and subjugation.

Early on, Katsuki had shortened it to Kithura because even he's not an idiot to try to shove that mouthful pass his lips daily. Kithura is at least more dignified than some childish pet name Kit. But now his own fucking dragon had let someone else renamed him.

Katsuki glares at Izuku. "You can't go around giving nickname to people's dragon! That's disrespectful to the warriors who had bled for that honor," he bites out viciously. He turns toward Kithura meaningfully and glares. "And you! Don't let others renamed you just for shit and giggles. Where’s your goddamn pride as a holy beast?”

Izuku's face falls. "Oh," he says, voice small and crushing. His eyes drop down to his lap, hands anxiously clench and unclench in front of him. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know."

For a sharp, brief second Katsuki feels a stab of guilt hitting his conscience. And it hurts.

He doesn't have time to dwell on that thought for long because Kithura quickly removes himself from Izuku's person to shove his scaly head up at Katsku's face. Kithura's gold eyes narrows in reproach as his wings flares out and the air around them is charged with danger and a steady building anger.

No, no, he insists loudly in Katsuki's head. Be nice. Stupid little king. Deku is future hatchmother of little king's younglings, he huffs in annoyance like Katsuki is somehow in the wrong here. Now, he won't hatch eggs for little king anymore. Because little king is mean.

Katsuki nearly snap his neck looking at Izuku's puzzled but curious expression as he watches their one sided exchange before he turns toward Kithura in horror. "That's not how the human's body works! Does that large skull of yours only contain air or fucking what?!" he says, outrage thick deep in his voice.

Kithura sulks. Big brain, Kit has.

"Not your name," Katsuki snaps reflexively, but Kithura is already plowing on ahead anyway, won't be stop by anything once he got some ridiculous idea in his head.

I know. I am your soul, little king, Kithura tells him. But Deku is your heartsong. You want to mount him. To put your seeds in him.

Katsuki's face flames up as murderous rage sets in. This fucking dragon is going to be the death of him. He swears. “I-“ He resists flailing his arms around to deny it, because he’s not stooping to childish level. “I do not want,” he lowers his voice to an almost embarrassed mumble as he flickers his eyes toward Izuku’s expectance but puzzled face, “want to put my seeds in him.”

Why not? Little king needs a queen, Kithura insists sternly. Deku is great mate. He's kind. Clever. Loyal. Heartstrong. And more importantly, got that youngbearing hips. Will bear you many young ones. A full nest of them for Kit to play with. He looks on proudly down at Izuku as Izuku smiles ignorantly in respond. That fool.

Katsuki drops his face into his hands and groans.

You'd chosen good, little king, Kit continues to prattle on proudly. There will many young broods in your future. Deku will breed well for your kingdom.

“Kacchan?" Izuku asks amidst the terse exchange between him and his dragon that he wasn’t mostly privy to. "Are you okay?"

Thank fucking stars for that because then he has to kill Izuku and then himself to save them all from the utter humiliation of having to explain the fucking garbage that came out of Kithura's brainless head. But apparently he's not done, because Katsuki hears Kithura rumble and moving his hulking body around.

He removes his hand from his face just in time to see Kithura snuggles up to Izuku again as Izuku looks upon him dotingly. “Would you like some snacks?” he asks like a total dumbass. Ugh. “I think I may have something for you.”

Little queen, hatch many eggs, ok, Kithura implores to him as Izuku turns around and rumbles through his leather satchel.

That’s it. Katsuki has enough.

"I'm going to kill you, you fucking dumb lizard," Katsuki declares, reaching for his sword. Soulbond be damned.

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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Frozen Heart [Chapter 13]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

Word Count: 3.7K

Pairing: King!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Royalty Au!)

Warnings: Mentions of injuries/torture, fluff, a smudge of angst, mention of a panic attack

A/N:

Here it finally is, lol, I’ve been sick so oof.

Beta by the absolutely amazing @annaloveloki

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There were a few things you knew were certain. That every day the sun would rise in the East and set in the West. That every night, if the skies were clear, you could name the constellations set in the sky. That your favorite constellation, secretly, was the same one that was around your neck until Rumlow broke your necklace. That your favorite flowers were the ones Bucky helped you first plant in your greenhouse. That you didn’t mind the cold because it meant Bucky would hold you closer and wrap you in blankets while drinking hot cocoa. That no matter what, you absolutely loved Bucky. And that that insistent beeping you could hear was utterly annoying.

Just on the edge between consciousness and unconsciousness, the beeping sped up faintly, and you realized it echoed the beat in your chest. You groaned softly, the dull pain registering as your body starting to connect with your mind. Straining to open your eyes, you felt the furs of your favorite blanket wrapped around you, you could smell your favorite oils that Wanda would use in your hair. Then the scent of Bucky’s cologne surrounded you, making you unconsciously smile weakly. Bucky’s bed. You were in Bucky’s bed.

The shuffling beside you captured your attention, your eyes struggled to focus on the figures beside your bed. Bucky caught your attention first, you numbly realized his hand was laced with your right hand. Steve was sitting on your other side, his hand laid on top of your wrist lightly, a bandage wrapped around that hand. They both didn’t look away from you for a second, scared that if they looked away you would disappear again. They both still looked grimy and tired, dark circles and longer hair then when you last saw each of them. At least they both looked like they took a shower.

“You two look like hell,” you joked in a raspy voice. The tension was thick in the room, your comment making the men relax ever so slightly; you squirmed faintly, uncomfortable as you attempted to sit up.

Bucky shot forward, his right hand pressed to your stomach, his left on your shoulder, “No, no, you shouldn’t be sitting up now, y/n/n.”

Groaning, you shook him off, sitting up, ignoring the pain shooting through your body. “I feel like I was hit by a train,” you mumbled, before your hand flung to your stomach, the past two weeks flooding into your memory.

Steve saw the panic rush your face, “You’re home, and the baby is okay. Dr. Cho gave you an ultrasound to check and everything.” His clarification calmed you, before you gently laced your hand with Bucky’s.

“I want to know everything, don’t keep me in the dark about what happened,” your voice was clearer now, locking eyes with Bucky.

“My Dove, you don’t want to know everything we did-“ He started, but you promptly shut him with a glare.

“I killed Rumlow. I know of everything those monsters did to both of you, I want to know everything else. Is Pierce dead? Is Zola dead? What will happen to the people of their kingdom? How long was I asleep? Is Aura okay?” You started to ramble, your dry throat decided to close up, making you cough. Bucky rushed forward and helped you drink water, soothing your throat.

“Stubborn,” Steve teased, smiling sadly at you as his thumb rubbed circles onto your wrist. “We’ll tell you, but please relax.”

You sighed softly, nodding as you laid back down. “Well? Go on,” you squeezed Bucky’s hand.

He gave you a small smile in response, “You’re incredible, y/n/n,” he spoke softly, hesitant to speak towards you. He looked like the man he was a few months ago, scared to tell you his nightmares, afraid you would run away from the monster he was. The truth was, he was petrified of what you would think. He broke his promise. Nevertheless, he continued. “Your messages were the reason we could even find you. Zola’s dead, Pierce is in a cell until he signs off his kingdom, which will be renamed, and we are trying to find a new ruler for it, and you’ve been asleep all night and most of the day. Aura is fine.” You spared a glance towards the clock, seeing it was almost 3 in the afternoon. “You were given an IV, bandaged, and your wounds cleaned. Luckily nothing got infected, I don’t know what we would have done if we didn’t notice your codes. You were gone for two weeks! And gods, you’re a genius for the codes, and it took me so long to realize it, and it’s my fault you were even taken, and-“

“Bucky,” you interrupted, squeezing his hand. “I chose to be taken.”

It was apparently Steve’s turn to interrupt, “Why would you do that?”

You sighed softly, worrying your bottom lip, “He cornered me in my room, he said there was already an assassin who could hurt Bucky, so I sent Aura. Then at the balcony, there were more guards behind the doors. If you came closer, they would have taken you too. I made a choice. I don’t blame you for my own decisions.”

That seemed to satisfy Steve, who stood, “Well, you’re home now, so I’ll let you two catch up then.”

You tugged on his sleeve weakly with your injured hand, halting his movements to leave. “I missed you, Stevie,” you gave him your best ‘I’m your baby sister’ voice.

He turned back around, letting you tug him into a careful hug. He held you close, making sure not to put any pressure on your still injured body, careful of the wires attached to you. “I missed you too, y/n/n,” he murmured softly, sighing softly before pulling away from your arms. “Catch up, I’m staying until after your coronation anyway, so I’ll be around,” he teased, kissing your head. You gave him your best reassuring grin as he walked out the door, leaving you and Bucky alone.

“I also missed you, every day,” you whispered, looking back towards Bucky. You let yourself take it all in, the past two weeks felt like a blur.

“You did it to protect me?” his voice broke, making your heart drop. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I love you. I’d do anything to protect you, especially from those monsters.” You gently cusped his jaw in your hand, and despite the voice in his head, he leaned into your touch, desperate for the comfort.

“I’m not worth your life, My Dove, I’m not worth anything.” You gasped softly, tugging him closer.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you don’t need your father’s name, or to slay every dragon to be worth something. You’ve done enough, you are enough. You deserve some happiness of your own, My Love.” You finally had him close enough to kiss him. He keened for your kiss, not hesitating to push himself closer to you. One more tug and he found himself practically on top of the bed; you deepened the kiss, sucking on his lower lip, proud of yourself as he groaned softly. He held himself at an angle to not hurt you as he kissed you senseless.

You both broke the kiss, breathless, and he grinned like an idiot. “I think I’ve found it in you, My Queen,” he whispered softly, letting his eyes close as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I was so scared, watching you just being taken, and how were you so brave?”

“I was terrified,” you admitted, letting yourself finally feel everything you were ignoring for two weeks. Tears started to prick at your skin, your sniffling made him open his eyes. Disregarding his own problems, he held your face gently, frowning as he wiped your tears away. He got into the bed with you, letting you bury yourself in his arms, the flood gate opening. “I felt so helpless, but I didn’t focus on them, or the pain. I focused on coming back home, coming back to you.” You smiled, a wet giggle escaping your lips. “You’re my Northern Star, Bucket,” he felt his heartbreak at your words; only wanting to see you smile, he showered you in kisses as he murmured pet names and sweet nothings.

“My strong, intelligent, beautiful, amazing Queen,” he murmured. You buried your head into his chest, letting yourself break down.

“They made me feel dirty, used,” you closed your eyes, blocking out the painful memories, “They barely touched me, and yet…” you shuddered, “I couldn’t stop them.”

“None of that was your fault, My Love,” he gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, tenderly holding your face in his hands. “You did absolutely wonderful. You’re absolutely wonderful.” He smiled sadly, sniffling as he let his own tears fall. “I missed you so much.”

You held yourself even closer, desperate for his comfort, “I missed you even more,” you smiled faintly, letting yourself finally break down in the only place you felt safe. He simply held you tighter as you cried into his shoulder, kissing your head lovingly.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” you smiled warmly.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you teased, relaxing in his arms. You let the moment pass, the two of you silent in each other’s arms, just wanting to reassure yourselves that you two were really there, that this wasn’t some dream. “Steve said you guys did an ultrasound?” you whispered softly, moving your head slightly to look at him.

He nodded, picking up an envelope from the bedside. “Dr. Cho said the baby was perfectly healthy, that the mysterious blue liquid they kept giving you was a mix of hormones and chemicals to keep you weak, sluggish, as the opposite of an adrenaline shot. It didn’t hurt the baby though, and she told me not to open this until you were awake and responsive.” He handed you the envelope, which you opened quickly. “Didn’t give me much hint as to why,” he mumbled, watching you open it.

You pulled the small picture out, an ultrasound. The baby was only a small dot on the grainy picture but that’s not what caught your attention. You gasped softly, looking up at Bucky, how just look plain confused. “Do you see that, My Love?” you asked gently, squeezing his hand lightly.

He shook his head, “Dots? And numbers?”

You giggled, smiling up at him as you took his hand. You pointed at one small circle, “Baby 1,” then you moved your hand to another small circle beside the first. “Baby 2,” You spoke softly, pulling the small parchment that was also in the envelope, Dr. Cho’s writing simply telling you what you already figured out. “Twins, Bucky. We’re having twins.”

Amused, you watched his eyes widen, taking in the new information. “Twins?” he whispered softly. You nodded, grinning as you saw his smile grow. “We’re having twins!” He launched at you in a hug, setting you off in a fit of giggles. “Gods! Twins!” He mumbled against your skin, and you buried yourself closer.

“Definitely going to need some help. We’re going to have two mini-us running around soon enough, and I could barely deal with you and Steve when we were younger. How can I deal with two us?” you started to ramble.

Bucky simply placed his hands to cup your jaw, effectively shushing you. His smile crinkled his eyes, and you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes like you had wanted to for weeks. “I’ll be there to help, My Love. We can do this. They will be absolutely perfect,” he kissed your nose playfully, chuckling as you scrunched your face up in response.

“You’re going to spoil them rotten, aren’t you?” You teased, smiling up at him as you leaned into his touch.

The hand that you weren’t leaning against moved to your stomach. “Without a single doubt,” he teased back, his fingers tracing patterns into the fabric above your stomach. “And you are also getting spoiled rotten, My Love. I have two weeks to make up for, Courtship-wise, and it starts the second you are clear to leave this bed.” His mischievous smile was back, and you were a bit nervous as to what he was planning.

You buried yourself into his arms again, yawning faintly as you closed your eyes, nodding. “Can’t wait,” you teased, voice dying as you easily fell asleep in his arms. Safe, content. Home.

Turns out, it was about a week and a half until Dr. Cho let you leave your bed for more than small exercise or bathing or food. Most of your bruises were faded, almost completely gone; the smaller cuts only had pink scars left to heal; the small fractures in your bones were almost completely healed over; and the worst of your injuries, the stab wound to your hand, was only a bad scab still healing over now. It was more for the babies’ health and keeping you hydrated and well-fed than anything. You were dehydrated, and malnourished, all your vital nutrients going directly to the fetuses growing in you for the two weeks you were held captive. But now you were alright, and finallycleared to roam the castle again.

You noticed the difference immediately. Bucky, most likely with some help, had been upkeeping the flowers in your greenhouse, as well as the rest of the castle. The only guards near you anymore were the ones you’ve trusted for years, no more new guards. Aurora and Raine and Dermot were all excited to see you – Raine having practically tripled in size since the last time you saw the pup.

Life wasn’t perfect right now, and there was more than one slip up, including the other day when a loud noise outside your room that sounded so similar to your former cell door being slammed shut caused you to have a panic attack. Despite both you and Bucky having backward steps in your mental health, you always leaned on each other. The more you confided in him with what Hydra did when the cameras were off, the more he was upset he killed them all so quickly.

But it was over now. The former King Pierce signed away his kingdom, and after much debate, it was given to Lady (now Queen) Brunnhilde. Formerly of Asgard, and one of the Valkyrie warriors that fought in the War, the Avengers council thought she would be a good Queen for the masses. Tough, yet with a gentle heart. Plus, she would have the help of Asgard and the rest of the Kingdoms, whenever needed. Once that was official, the executioner, Nick Fury, took great pleasure in killing Pierce. You found that a bit archaic, the idea of the South’s favorite executioner killing the man, but it was a more humane death than the one Natasha told you Bucky had suggested. Release him into the woods and let the wolves hunt him down. With Hydra dead, your own people joyful for your return, and everything set for the winter, you and Bucky focused on the wedding as well as your coronation. And that’s where you currently found yourself.

A new snow storm had settled into the mountains surrounding the castle, and you were in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, waiting patiently and reading. Bucky looked a mess, covered in flour and icing, trying to perfect another Southern cake for you. He wanted to make the cake for the wedding, although you knew despite his best attempts, he wouldn’t be able to make a cake for the hundreds of royals, nobles, and commoners that were planning on attending. He wouldn’t let you see the cake, quite yet, very adamant that he wanted to perfect it first before he let you try it. His brows were furrowed, eyes crossed in concentration as he frosted his latest attempt. He groaned in frustration, tossing the icing bag aside. “What’s wrong, My Love?” you put down the book you were reading, now focused on the upset king in front of you.

“I messed up,” he murmured in a soft voice, looking closer to a kicked puppy than the 6-foot man he was.

“Aw, that’s alright, My Love, I’m sure it’s fine,” you coed softly, tugging him closer, ignoring the mess of flour on his apron. He leaned his head onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, standing in between your legs. You wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing wonderful, Buck, I’m sure it’s a barely noticeable mistake.”

“I want it to be perfect though,” he whined softly, making you chuckle.

“You made it and you tried your hardest. That’s what counts,” you pulled him back enough to tilt his head up to look you in the eye. “It doesn’t need to be perfect to be marvelous.” He smiled faintly, looking up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. “There’s that smile I love so much,” you teased before leaning the last inch in and kissing him soundly on the lips. Firm yet gentle, everything yet never enough. You smiled against his lips, pressing your forehead against his. Recently your kisses always ended like this. Wrapped in each other’s arms, Bucky’s hand protectively on your stomach, and you two grinning like idiots.

“I think I should leave the baking to the professionals for the wedding,” he whispered softly, his breath fanning across your lips as you stayed close to him.

“That sounds like a smart decision, My Love,” you teased, unable to wipe the smile off of your face. “Wouldn’t want you too worked up before the ritual.” You kissed him chastely, before he was the one to smile.

“That reminds me, I have something for you.” He pulled away, that charming smile back on his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two velvet boxes, a longer rectangular one, and a small cube shaped one. You gave him a playful look, having told him hundreds of times that he didn’t have to get you anything, but after the whole Hydra deal, you decided to let him pamper you for the next few weeks. “Don’t give me that look, this one I already know you’ll love,” he teased, opening the rectangular box. Inside was the constellation necklace Rumlow had ripped off of you, the one you thought had been lost forever. “Thought you might want it back, My Love,” he whispered softly.

Smiling excitedly, you tugged him into another kiss, more passionate and hungrier than the last. You broke away for a second, “I didn’t even know you had found it, I thought it was gone forever, lost in the snow.” You admitted softly, leaning against him as you let him put the necklace in its rightful spot around your neck.

“When you were gone, it was one of the few things I could look at of yours without going crazy. Took me a while to fix it, the clasp and some parts of the chain were broken, but here it is,” he grinned, and you noticed the ticks he had when he was nervous start to flare up as he fiddled with the smaller box in his hand.

“And what’s that, My Love?” You asked softly, tenderly running your thumb across his cheek.

“Well, I know our cultures are different, but there’s one tradition that we haven’t quite done, and I know it’s less important in the South, but I still wanted to do it, though here in the middle of the kitchen looking like a mess is hardly the way you deserve-” you could practically see the cogs turning in his head, the rant spilling from his mouth.

“Bucky,” you whispered softly, pulling his attention back to you. “Just show me.”

He nodded, hesitantly pulling away from your arms. He tugged you to your feet, tenderly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, making you blush. “Y/n,” he started, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I’ve been in love with you since we were children, before I even knew the meaning of forever, I knew I wanted to be by your side for the rest of my life, for forever. Whether that was as your friend, a confidant, or as your husband, I knew I wanted to desperately be with you in any way you would allow me. Now, I know how right younger me was. I crave you in every sense of the word, your very touch grounds me to this world yet sends me to heaven every time. You are my guide, my way back home because you are my home. My Love, My Queen, My Northern Star, will you do me the absolute blessing of being your husband, and marry me?” By now he had opened the box as he sunk to one knee, showing you a diamond ring in the velvet box. It was a starburst floral diamond, surrounded by a halo of diamonds as well.

You felt your breathing hitch, your hand covering your mouth. You couldn’t think of a proper reply, so you let your first thoughts be your response. “I thought I had already agreed to that, My Love?” you mumbled, letting a smile overtake your lips.

“Is that a yes?” he shot back, his responding nervous smile made your heart flutter.

“Of course, it is!” You lunged at him, attacking him in a hug, which sent both of you tumbling to the ground. You were both laughing, grinning at each other like idiots as he placed the ring on you, before eagerly kissing you again. And again. And again. Covered in flour and icing, on top of each other on the kitchen floor, smiling at each other. It was perfect. It was home.

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the-beacons-of-minas-tirith · 4 years ago

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Together From Now On

Fandom: Castle Rock/Stephen King

Ship: Joy x Chance

Words: 1862

Part: 1/?

Rating: G (fluff, kissing)

Notes: This is literally the very first fanfic I have published. I’m not a huge ff writer, but the “bury your gays” trope is one of my biggest pet peeves and I just really really wanted to correct it this time. I haven’t had a lot of time for writing lately, so I figured I’d post what I had so far and continue the story. Spoilers for Castle Rock S2

@fanpageknight @wormoffthestring sorry it took so long! Here it is!

The sky was gathering with clouds, a familiar scent on the wind: rain was coming. Through the open window of the passenger seat, Joy Ingalls looked out at the wooded landscape that seemed endless. But, she wasn’t really Joy Ingalls, was she? After nearly seventeen years, she had learned her true name, which was Evangeline Wilkes.

She had also learned of her true parents, Carl Wilkes and Rita Green, and that the woman whom she had believed to be her mother, Annie, was really her half-sister. Violence, death, murder, these were the things that Annie had fled from…along with Evangeline, who had been no more than a baby when a teenaged Annie had hidden her in a cardboard box and made her way to the river, intending to drown them both and escape “this dirty world”, as she often called it.

But something happened, something that had saved them both, and that was that Evangeline had smiled at Annie. She had never done so before, always crying when the troubled girl had held her, but this time, this time… Something had changed in Annie at that moment, something had pulled her back from the edge, and for the first time in a long time, Annie felt that things might get better.

Many years had passed with Annie and her sister, now renamed Joy and passed off as Annie’s own daughter, living a life on the run, although Joy had never known it – Annie, now a nurse, had kept up a pretense of the necessity of nurses moving around often. And so they did, moving from place to place, staying in areas for only months or even weeks before leaving, many times in a hurry, which Joy now knew was because of her adopted mother’s habit of stealing pills from the hospitals in which she worked, in order to control her unstable mind.

And it had been for this very reason that Joy had not, at first, believed Annie’s frantic paranoia of a man she had claimed to have killed, a dangerous man, coming back to life. After all, tales of the supernatural, even from locals who believed every word of it, were a thing of fiction, right? Maybe in some towns.

But not in Castle Rock.

Joy squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the horrid memories, memories of the townspeople falling under a sinister trance, moving like zombies towards an ancient statue, memories of people who were no longer people, but vessels of wicked souls returned from centuries ago.

She had almost become one of them…

But her mother, who was not her mother, had kept that from happening. And now…

“Hey.” A voice broke Joy out of her dark thoughts. It was Chance, approaching the passenger window from the small convenience store they had stopped at. Joy had opted to stay in the car.

“Oh…hey.” Joy wrung her hands and looked down, breathing out slowly.

Chance opened the driver’s door and, setting the drinks she had bought in the cup holders, made herself comfortable in the seat. She glanced at Joy, a concerned look on her face. “You good?”

“Fine,” said Joy quietly, chewing her bottom lip.

Chance looked at her for a moment, then spoke. “You were thinking about it again,” she said softly. She gently put her hand over Joy’s; she could feel it trembling slightly.

“Joy.”

Joy looked up at Chance slowly. The girl who held her affections was good at seeing the truth, even without words. They hadn’t talked about anything that had happened in that town since they had left almost two weeks ago. She had pushed it down as long as she could, but now Joy could feel the words she longed to say rising inside her, like the late August heat that surrounded them.

Swallowing hard, Joy closed her eyes again. “What if I was wrong?”

“Wrong?”

“What if I – I shouldn’t have left her? What will happen to her without me? She saved me, I could have become one of those –” Her voice cracked, and she paused to take a deep breath. “She saved me,” Joy repeated slowly. “And I left her.”

Joy remembered this part vividly, perhaps most of all. Unlike the other memories that came unwittingly, surfacing every now and then like skeletal trees in a valley of fog, this one stayed at the front of her mind, burning intensely as if it had been branded behind her eyelids. Annie’s face, so eagerly hopeful at the thought of what she was sure was true, that Joy wanted to leave this wretched town with her and never come back. Well, part of it was true. Joy was desperate to leave.

Just not with Annie.

How her adopted mother’s face had slowly but surely crumpled, how her eyes, still so wide and emotional, were now filled with shock and fear instead of hope. Joy knew this would happen, but it didn’t make it any easier. “Mom,” she had said. “Mom, I think…I think I need to leave. Without…you. I love you, mom. I really do. But…I can’t…be with you anymore.”

Annie had tried her best to keep her emotions from taking over. “Oh, Joy, little love, you don’t mean that! You’re just…” she hurriedly searched for what to say. “You’re overwhelmed. And why wouldn’t you be! Y-you’ve been through s-so much recently that – that you’re not thinking clearly! Those horrible people – those, those, dirty birds almost killed you!”

“Mom…” Joy wanted to say more, but Annie cut her off.

“I’ll tell you what, little love, you need a good night’s sleep. We can go back to the lodge and rest, and then we’ll discuss it in the morning, okay? Okay?”

But Annie knew she wasn’t letting Joy go anywhere alone. And Joy knew it too. Which is why what she had to do next broke her heart.

She left a letter for her mother, expressing as best she could her feelings. That she needed to find her own way, that she still loved her, and hoped they could reconnect one day in the future. Taking with her a bag of clothes, her phone, the keys to her mother’s car, and what little money she had, Joy had left the lodge while Annie had slept, meeting Chance outside and helped her push the vehicle far enough away that Annie wouldn’t hear it start. They were lucky; the tank was almost full.

And so they had driven, mostly in silence, stopping every so often to eat or find a hotel to stay at. Chance had, in the confusion of the town trying to regain its sanity, taken as much cash as she could from the register of the local bar, so they had plenty to keep them going for a while.

Chance looked at Joy with empathy in her eyes. “I get it. I know what you’re going through. It sucks to be apart from your parents, even if they aren’t good for you. But it gets better. Hey, at least you have a phone now.”

Joy gave a small chuckle.

“When I left my folks, I was terrified,” Chance continued, rubbing Joy’s hand gently. “I had no idea if I would last. But you know what got me through it?”

“What?”

“What got me through was knowing that there was nothing left for me in the past, so that meant that everything I had to gain was in the future. That I had to keep moving forward.” Chance raised Joy’s hand and pressed it gently to her lips.

Slowly, slowly, Joy’s anxious heartbeat decelerated, and she looked deep into Chance’s eyes, eyes that conveyed love and compassion. She had never felt this way about anyone before, had never felt this strong sense of safety and belonging, safer than she had ever been with her mother. Her chest felt lighter than it had in days.

Joy smiled at Chance, and Chance smiled back. As if by second nature, they both leaned carefully towards each other, their lips meeting tenderly for more than a moment.

A light patter had begun on the roof of the car; the rain had started. It was the soft, sweet rain of summer, cleansing the world around them and bringing new hope to their lives.

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Chance and Joy pulled into the parking lot of the hotel just as the rain had started to pick up. Dodging the drops, they ran in to the main lobby with their bags over their heads. Inside, they brushed their damp hair back, and chuckled as they looked at each other. Once their humor had subsided, they surveyed the interior.

As one of the common chain hotels, the lobby was hardly distinguishable from the others they had stayed in. The tiled floor was a pale cream color, there were fake plants in the corners, and the small sitting area had a flat screen TV showing a news channel. Right now, the anchor was pointing to a weather map and explaining that the rain would last until the end of the week.

Chance started towards the front desk, where a middle-aged blonde woman was occupied with a magazine. Chance cleared her throat. The woman glanced up.

“Yeah?” she said.

“We’d, uh, like a room?” said Chance. “Please,” she added.

The woman – Beverly, said her name tag – moved to look at her computer. “Name?” she asked absently, as she typed.

“Andy,” said Chance in an even voice. She and Joy had agreed that it was best to use fake names for now, at least until they made it to Canada. No telling if they were being searched for.

“Last name?” said Beverly. She seemed to be keeping herself from rolling her eyes.

“Evans,” Chance replied.

With a few more clicks on the keyboard, Beverly turned back to Chance. “Only rooms we got left have one bed. The couches are pull outs thought, if you want,” she said glancing at Joy.

Joy paused, exchanging a look with Chance. Chance held her gaze for a few seconds before turning back to Beverly. “That’s fine. We’ll take it.”

“How many nights?”

“Um, four. Tonight to Sunday morning.”

The blonde woman typed on her computer, then got up and went into a room behind the desk. She was gone for a minute before returning with two key cards in her hand.

“Room number is 79. Third floor.” She placed the cards on the counter and then looked expectantly at Chance, who pulled a thick envelope out of her backpack.

“How much?”

“One-eighty, even.”

Chance rummaged through the envelope and handed Beverly several bills. The clerk put the cash in the register and then gestured towards the elevators. “You’re all set.” She became engrossed in her magazine once more.

Once the two girls were in the elevator, they sighed in relief. Chance looked at Joy. Joy looked at Chance. And all of a sudden they were laughing, leaning back against the mirrored walls. They were just two girls in this moment, two girls closer than friends who were happy and carefree and in love. Taking each other’s hands, they stepped off the elevator and made their way to the room.

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moariin · 5 years ago

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10 questions tag game

i was tagged by @montevena and some of the questions you gave me are intriguing so we’ll see how this goes!

rules: answer the 10 questions, ask a different 10, and tag 10 people.

1. Which trope you’re writing is the hardest for you?

this took a while to think about. so i’ll say anything dealing with time or ether dimension is the hardest to write about. for me, part of the problem is my mind trying to wrap around physics and making sense of it because i want to be realistic (which broke me a little).

jokers game (a wip currently on hiatus and should be renamed since it’s cheesy) and wicked seven deals with this kind of dimension travelling trope...i’m starting to get an idea as i’m sketching out the outline and notes.

2. Who are five of your favorite characters from books/tv shows/etc.?

okay so, im listing out my favorites so they’re re-l and vincent law (ergo proxy), zoya from the grishaverse...she’s everything a girl/boy/person can dream of and i am gay, and i hate to say this but i have to include it bc he’s a persona/brand...richard papen from the secret history. lastly, zhou ying (nothing gold can stay)...i just dig characters that are down to earth but headstrong and resilient af

3. Who are five of your favorite ocs?

etienne, an oc from @popovs, he’s such a cool, refreshing character and my mind is still in awe from the excerpts shown abt him. a little mysterious bc i want to hear more about this dude.

i have to mention that isadora or izzy, is one of the few characters i’m really rooting for, hope she could accomplish her goals in finding nadine and more (her relationships with maris and patrick is goals, honestly and also my favorites). bless @wiipciity coming up this amazing character!

throwing this out bc it’s obvious, @montevena...ines, just ines.

4. What literary devices do you enjoy reading most? Are they the same ones you like to write most?

zeugma is one of the literary devices i enjoy the most, there’s something short and melodic about it that makes me excited to read on (funny i found myself using zeugma as if it’s my second nature). oh, i especially love euphemism and personification though i tend to write more of the latter. irony is also something i like to find and read about but not so much writing it...it tends to fall flat imo

5. If you could only have one WIP, which would it be? Why?

i’m keeping these hungry dogs, i rather not lose my other wips tbhh but having thd sticking with me for years made me biased...ope

6. Fantasy or Contemporary?

fantasy, it is my roots

7. Romance or Bromance?

bromance, i just find them enjoyable to read and write about, also we need more of bromance in literature/media, they deserve the same spotlight

8. Do you have any pet peeves in writing?

i typically find it’s insulting to have writers ‘spoon-feed’ their readers information, thinking they aren’t smart enough to figure the plot twist or foreshadowing by themselves. it’s very obvious when it does happen and i find it as a turn-off and quit reading. it’s sigh, most of the time it’s the writers not trusting their readers and this has to stop

9. If you had to choose one album of some musical artist/band to represent your WIP, which would it be?

as a playlist kind of person, Ramsey could be a perfect fit for heir of the alchemist, she is an absolute phenomenon and powerhouse in vocals, the rawness of it, yes

10. Do you have any pet peeves on writeblr?

hope everyone agrees to this or else i’m going to the corner. so this is for taglists, mainly. whenever i explictly said that ‘ask me to be added/removed to the taglist’, i ACTUALLY meant that, send me an ask.

it’s been years and it bothers me a lot. instead, i keep having people writing in the tags asking me if they could be added, and chances are, i won’t be able to know or see them. trust me, i don’t have to the time to go through every reblogs/tags to look for them. and i am sure it isn’t just me who had this problem. i think i discussed with @montevena about this a while back and it’s tiring.

but i need to throw this out that this isn’t an attack, i happen to make the same mistakes but actively trying to fix that. i think it goes with writeblr etiquettes, i believe there’s a post about this by @pens-swords-stuff...i apologize for this heated essay

TAGGING: @wiipciity @vandorens @viciousvenganza @allimaycreations @heritane @astorsa @asablehart @ladywithalamp @samplewriting @summersromance(+anyone who wants to do this, say i tagged you, no pressure to everyone i tagged)

here’s my 10 questions for you

1. Are you a plotter, pantser, or in between? 2. If you had to chose one wip to be adapted into screenplay, which would it be? 3. Pen or pencil? 4. When do you usually write, during the day, afternoon, or night? 5. Is there any inspiration put into your wip? Why? 6. Do you prefer writing with or without music? 7. Enemies to lovers or lovers to enemies? 8. Do you have a favorite line/paragraph from your wip you’re proud of? 9. Who are three of your favorite writeblr? 10. What niche genre or tropes you wish it could be presented more. Why?

#/ tag games #tagged: montevena #/ self

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oh-phineas · 4 years ago

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21. 10 Characters You’d Like to See

Lmao I was gonna go in order but honestly WHATEVER people started doing this and I wanted to join and everything is crazy rn and I needed a distraction

STARTING WITH WHO I WANT (but also tbh most of these I would just like to see as well do not interpret this as me staking my claim lol)

1. Corey from Onward. I’ve been thinking about her for a while and even wrote an app but other stuff took precedence because I wanted to get in on Pride U stuff. I just love a character who used to be a big star and now... works in an office. I’d have her be a manager at Interpride maybe in accounting or marketing who occasionally makes appearances on DnD podcasts or gives motivational speeches. Just your average semiretired manticore dragon hunter :) And I love Danielle Brooks for her but maybe I’d make her a little older so I’m not sold

2. ROZ. When the skeleton for Roz posted I was like something about this calls to me and Pet said that she thought it would and like idk this is a similar impulse to wanting Corey I just love the idea of an older lady who’s been through some shit and now she just has an office job. Also I’d give her a wife of like 20 years and they would be cranky but v cute. And I mean come on I can never resist joining another ~society~ I’d love to get in on RAS stuff.

I don’t really have a FC idea at the moment I just love her.

3. Evelyn Deavor. Okay she honestly might be my next for real. I’ve been thinking about her since like May but I’ve had other character ideas take precedence and I feel like playing her would require a lot of plotting/planning and when I first came back I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. But I feel like I am now. And I just love villains who think they’re doing the right thing and I think especially in light of the election and all the magic drama lately she would fit in so WELL I would love to plan a magical disaster that she created and I feel like she would really stir things up in a fun way. And could partner with other villain characters and really get some stuff moving. We’ll see though because I’m not allowing myself to get another character until Thanksgiving I just don’t think I can handle 5 characters at school.

Bouncing around a few fc ideas tbh

If you couldn’t tell the theme is hot lady w/ pixie cut suggestions are welcome

4. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. Actually the whole Phineas and Ferb Crew Thank You. Okay now we’re getting into the characters I don’t actually think I would play but who I would just REALLY love to see. Isabella because I love her energy and she was so great in the new movie and she’s so cute but also will Fight You and I love teens who want to take over the world just give me more of that energy pls. I just don’t think I have enough ideas for her as a character but here are a few things I would like to see: take advantage of the canon hyphenation of her last name and make her parents queer! Make Fireside Girls a normal Girl Scout Troop by day and amateur mystery-solving girl squad by night! Make her a witch!

I think Ariela Barer would be really cute for her.

5. NAVEEN. PLEASE. Pls give me Naveen as a waiter at Tiana’s Place who gets on her last nerve. Maybe he turns out to be a really good musician and tries to make “singing waiter night” happen that could be funny. Also I just think his skeleton is hilarious now that we have lost our beloved Fflewddur please bring us another narcissistic prince of a foreign land who plays an instrument.

6. Remy, Our Ratatouille, The Rat Of All My Dreams Give me REMY. I know this is partially because of all the time I spent on RatTok but the fact that we have no Ratatouille characters rn is a crime. And I have ideas to incorporate this with Tiana’s Place stuff and I think it would be really fun. Please please please.

7. Sadness from Inside Out. I actually had like half an app written for her and I think there are some cool things that can be done with that character. I would love to see her as someone who got “gifted” (cursed) with magical empathy (feeling people’s feelings by touching them or being near them or something) and that’s why she’s sad all the time-- she’s overwhelmed by people’s feelings. Idk I just thought it would be a cool idea for a character but I didn’t end up having enough muse. But I’d love to see someone run with that idea.

As for FC suggestion my main one is my beautiful amazing former FC for Merryweather Belissa Escobedo she is so cute and she even has GLASSES in the majority of her gifs. She would be perfect.

8. The Boy and the Mom from Bao or the Man and the Woman from Paperman. THE VOLCANOES FROM LAVA. Disney Shorts in General. I noticed that “Disney Shorts” is a category on the main but there are no characters in it. Let’s change that! Disney shorts have very little character development lol but they can be real tearjerkers sometimes (See: the three I named above). And I think it would just be a cool challenge to figure out how to adapt them as characters.

8. Rapunzel or Rupi/Ruby as I would rename her because seriously what kind of name is Rapunzel. That is the main basis for what sparked my interest in her in addition to thinking that Maitreyi Ramakrishnan from Never Have I Ever would be so great for her. And I think she could have some cool plots with the fairies-- maybe someone could pick up Blue Fairy or Merryweather and she could track them down.

9. DARLA. Bring back my crazy queen please. She was so fun and now that I play a mermaid I would love to give the merfolk some more stuff to be scared of. There are so many possibilities with her!! I just don’t really have the muse but someone else could do an amazing job.

10. Tow Mater. Come on, guys. Ladies love him. Everyone loves him. The cars fandom wasn’t built around Lightning McQueen, it was built around Tow Fucking Mater. He would be such a cute country boy. He’ll fix your car. Another character I thought about but abandoned. I could see him and Launchpad being buds. Just imagine the possibilities.

This has been my TED Talk thank you for your time

#bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020

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anistarrose · 5 years ago

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The Fishtank Between Time and Space (GF One-Shot)

Summary: Stan doesn’t think much of the pet axolotl Ford left behind… until he realizes hardly anyone else can see it.

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20653508

***

Stan initially figures it’s just a weird pet of Ford’s, simple as that. After all, Ford was okay with him adopting a possum and tying a knife to it when they were kids — little pink salamanders are frankly very normal, by the standards of Stanford Pines.

(Not to mention by the standards of the town that is Gravity Falls. Ford could’ve caught all kinds of disturbing creatures out there in the woods, like a feral gnome or a literal sentient fire... or like something that Stan hasn’t even laid eyes upon, only knowing of its existence from the creaking and rattling noises he always hears when venturing through the forest at night. But thankfully, Ford hasn’t invited any rabid beasts or dark entities that Stan knows of into his house, and Stan’s grateful for that.)

But the salamander — the “axolotl,” Stan learns after finally breaking down and doing some basic research — always feels just a little bit off, in a way he sometimes struggles to put his finger on.

He thinks it’s all in his head, how the beady eyes always seem to be fixed on him. How it never seems to stop smiling. How he’s never once seen it eat, even though the food pellets he gives it never seem to accumulate on the bottom of the tank.

He doesn’t know a whole lot about axolotls in general, and on the basis of that ignorance, he convinces himself that the salamander Ford left behind is perfectly normal.

Until one day a few months after Ford’s disappearance, when something rare happens — he has company other than the usual tourists.

It’s just Boyish Dan Corduroy, hired with some of the first spare cash Stan has had in a long time to come in and fix a few squeaky doors. But he takes his time lumbering through the living room on his way out, which sets Stan on edge. None of the secrets he’s hiding are possible to uncover from this floor of the house, but habit keeps him anxious. Throughout the rare times in his life in which he’s had a residence to call his own, visitors have almost always meant bad news.

Dan’s gaze lands on the fishtank, which has been diligently maintained as a healthy environment for salamanders even though the rest of the room is an unorganized mess. (There are a lot of jabs you could take at Stan’s character, but for whatever reason, he’s developed a soft spot for Ford’s old pet.) As always, the axolotl’s eyes stay fixed on Stan, even though the lumberjack is closer.

“You keep this tank pretty clean,” Dan notes. “You gonna buy some fish or something soon?”

“Well, I’ve already got the —” Stan pauses, realizing he’s not sure how to pronounce axolotl. “The salamander.”

Dan presses his face close to the side of the tank, inches from where the axolotl sits, gills twitching. “Really? Where?”

“You serious? It’s literally right in front of your face — that thing with the pink frills and the beady eyes?”

Dan steps back from the tank, throwing an arm behind Stan the clap him on the back. “Ah, I see what you’re doing! It’s a new attraction you’re testing out on me — the invisible salamander! Good one!”

“Are you — are you fucking with me? Can you really not see —”

But Dan’s already leaving. “Good luck with the Murder Hut business!” his voice boomed from the porch outside. “I’ll tell everyone to come visit your invisible friend!”

Stan whirls around back towards the tank. “Do you know what the fuck that was?” he asked the axolotl. “Who’s really pranking me here — Dan, or you?!”

The axolotl offers no reply, and Stan feels like an idiot for the brief moment in which he’d genuinely expected one.

“Maybe Ford did some weird occult shit to you, and you didn’t have a choice in the matter,” Stan mutters, shuddering slightly as he thought back to all the cracked prisms and X-ed out eyes he’d discovered in his brother’s house. “Or maybe I’m going crazy and hallucinated you all along.”

A bubble comes out of the axolotl’s mouth, rising to the top of the tank before bursting with a satisfying — and very real-sounding — pop.

“Thanks for the reassurance.” Stan tosses a handful of food into its tank, and trudges back to his bedroom upstairs.

There was one rule that Stan very quickly established as he began to run the Muder Hut — or the Mystery Shack, as he was thinking of renaming it — and that rule was not to keep anything genuinely supernatural around, unless it was vital to getting Ford back.

But the axolotl… well, it’s still up for debate whether it really is magical, but Dan hadn’t seemed like he’d been joking, and Stan’s pretty sure that if he was going to hallucinate, he wouldn’t imagine into existence a real salamander that he’d never heard of before with perfect accuracy.

Stan doesn’t want to get rid of it, though. He’s gotten used to the axolotl’s company and the routine of caring for it, even though its eyes still weird him out from time to time. And it’s already been around for months without showing any malicious tendencies, so… would there really be any harm in keeping it around?

***

Months, years, and then decades pass, and Stan’s relationship with the axolotl stays more or less the same. He feeds it and cleans its tank, it smiles at him, and he feels just the tiniest bit less lonely. It’s not much in terms of companionship, but Stan is happy to take what he can get. He talks to it sometimes, telling it about all the places he’s searched for Ford’s journals and all the roadblocks he keeps hitting while he works on reactivating the portal, and it always looks so encouraging.

But two things happen during those years — the first being that Stan becomes convinced that something supernatural is going on with that salamander.

Business is booming so dramatically that he can hardly handle it all on his own, and he goes through several handymen and cashiers before eventually firing each one. Almost all of them comment on the empty fishtank at one point or another, gesturing right towards the spot where Stan can see the axolotl floating, clear as day.

He definitely wonders if he really is hallucinating it after all, but then the second interesting thing happens: someone else notices the axolotl. Several someones.

“I didn’t know you had any pets besides the goat, Mr. Pines!” Soos exclaimes on his second full day working at the Mystery Shack, smooshing his face up against the side of the tank. “What a weird fish!”

Stan is so caught of guard that he doesn’t even think to explain that it’s actually a salamander. “Uh… yeah. It sure is.”

Soos frowns. “Something wrong, Mr. Pines?”

Stan folds his arms, shaking his head even though his mind is racing. “Me? I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting you to spot the shy little guy, since it usually likes to… you know, hide from strangers. Now, were we going to try and fix the golf cart, or not?”

And that’s the end of the axolotl discussion with Soos, over as quickly as it had begun. During the rare occasions Stan leaves the Mystery Shack, he always instructs Soos to feed it, and the axolotl always seems happy and healthy when he returns. He cannot for the life of him figure out why he and Soos seem to be the only two people in the world who can see it, but eventually he gives up on wondering. A mystery like that would’ve always been more of a question for Ford, anyways.

When he hires Wendy, it takes a while for him to realize that she can see it too. She spends so many weeks passing by the fishtank and not commenting on it that when she finally brings it up, Stan nearly spits out his coffee.

“Where’d you get that salamander, Mr. Pines? My science teacher is looking for a class pet, but everyone just keeps suggesting boring stuff like hamsters.”

“Uh… it came with the Shack. Two-for-one kinda deal, you know.”

“Darn, I was hoping you fished it out of the lake or something. Then I could’ve just gone and caught one myself.”

A few years later, when the twins arrive for the summer, Stan’s heart aches as he watches them discover the fishtank for the first time.

“Hey, Dipper, come check this out! Do you know what kind of animal this is?”

“Whoa, is that an axolotl? That’s so cool! I think I read that in Aztec mythology, they’re associated with the god of twins!”

“Really? Then you’ve just made the perfect new summer pals, Mister Axolotl!”

“Don’t tap on the glass like that, Mabel. You might scare it.” Dipper notices Stan watching them, and immediately starts firing off question after question. “Where did you get it? Do you ever show it to tourists? How long have you had it? How long do axolotls live? It looks pretty small — is it still a juvenile? Do they ever get bigger than this?”

Stan sighs. “Kid, I didn’t even know how to pronounce the world ‘axolotl’ until you showed up today. All I know is how to keep it fed — anything else, and you’re better off looking it up at the library or on a computer or wherever.”

“Well, you at least know where you got it from, right?”

Stan scoops a spoonful of food into the tank, avoiding eye contact with Dipper as he headed back to the gift shop. “I do, but it wouldn’t be the Mystery Shack if I didn’t keep a few secrets, would it?”

Dipper groans. “You’re no fun.”

***

When the axolotl disappears, it hits Stan harder than it should.

Even after thirty years of taking care of it, he never quite thought of it as his pet. It always struck him as more like a roommate, if anything — a lovable little freeloader who came in on its own terms, and stuck around only because it liked the place. Stan’s never given any thought as to why, but he’s always just felt weirdly certain that it could leave at any time if it wanted to.

And now, it has.

So he can’t help but wonder if it’s his fault. If he didn’t clean the tank enough, or cleaned it too much, or wasn’t fast enough noticing or resolving the situation with the lobster Mabel dumped in the tank.

Maybe it wasn’t anything he did. Maybe the axolotl just got bored of watching a man spending thirty years lying to tourists, forging his own brother’s signature, failing to learn quantum physics, and ultimately accomplishing absolutely nothing worthwhile.

Eventually, the kids notice and ask him, and this time he can’t spin it as a secret he’s keeping. He genuinely doesn’t know.

***

After Weirdmageddon, Stan’s memories are a two-thousand piece puzzle scattered across a tabletop, and he thinks he’s starting to fit some of the edge pieces together again, but there are still more gaps than connections. He remembers that the people who have been doting on him and showing him pictures are his family, and he remembers that he loves them and trusts them to help restore him to his former self, but progress is just… so… slow.

He doesn’t remember why they say he saved the world. He’s pretty sure they’re stretching the truth a little, but after seeing the way Ford’s face fell when Stan first asked why everyone was calling him a hero, he’s decided not to correct them.

So what if he doesn’t feel heroic? If it makes his family feel better, he’ll keep it to himself — it’s the least he can do, considering how many tears they’ve already shed for him.

But the first morning after his alleged act of heroism, while trudging through the ramshackle ruins of (he thinks) his house — a flicker of motion from behind cracked glass catches his eye.

The fishtank is nearly drained of water, but a familiar salamander sits in the puddle at the bottom, beaming at him. Stan blinks and rubs his eyes, wondering if he’s still dreaming, but then —

It speaks to him, in an ethereal and musical voice that resonates oddly in his ears, like he’s hearing the echo before he hears the words themselves.

I am so proud of you, Stanley.

“For what?”

Everything.

It dissolves into a froth of tiny, pink, glowing bubbles, which burst one by one as they float towards the top of the tank, and then the axolotl is gone.

***

(End notes:

So one day a few weeks ago, I just randomly woke up thinking “what if the Axolotl was only visible to the members of the Zodiac?” and several bouts with writers’ block later, here we are! Thoughts/comments/reblogs are welcomed as always!)

#gravity falls #stanley pines #the axolotl #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #mabel pines #rosalia writes fic

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magmacannon · 5 years ago

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55-60 and 70 - 81 for Grey!!!

What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by?

Grey hasn’t ever been more than an hour’s trip from Wunjo I think, so there’s a lot of creatures he’s heard of but not seen that interest him! However he’s also not super sturdy and a little afraid to encounter a lot of creatures, so I think his interests are animals from the faewilds or underdark that you can keep as pets (in a city) more than anything.

When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up?

He probably had a few ideas as he was growing up! I think surgeon was in there, as well as joining the usual family business (barrel-making, apparently! Extended family may make ale as well?), and probably becoming an entertainer for a little bit. In his teens and early twenties he probably thought he’d just take a menial job, ad when he was well past childhood he considered being a butler for a while, but you know.

The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond?

Random roll decided it was Yarrow! There was a time where Grey would have stammered and asked about a date, but now he’d laugh (though he’d still be flustered) and ask if Yarrow really wanted to try and steal him away from Rogni?? Wonderful, brave, strong Rogni??? Dad bod Rogni???

If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with?

I don’t think Grey’s family or people from his past would have any reason to ask him to go against cirque d’etoile’s best interest? If Rogni or Yarrow asked him to do it though, he’d agree with them since he knows them better (he’d assume that whatever it was would be for the group’s benefit, thought)

Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s?

In the nicest way, yes? Grey’s interests don’t really conflict with the party’s interests all that much, but he’d rather keep himself safe (and sane) than bend to our group’s every whim. That being said, he wouldn’t want to hurt us - he thinks we’re fine people, if a little much, and he loves people who love us, so ;v;

What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group?

kfjhgfhjd okay.... it’d probably be directly endangering his life, if anything. Grey wouldn’t want to block us from buying his wares or coming into his shop, not really, but he would if we were... you know, being horrible about it;; (however... he’d still let Yarrow and Averone and Rogni buy things for the guild, and would talk to us outside of the shop fghfjkd)

What is your character’s biggest pet peeve?

It used to be people not dressing well for formal events, but now?? Probably summoning extraplanar beings indoors!

Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc.

The current objective is to find a GOOD number of missing friends/other people who evidently have been captured by a mindflayer of some sort, and he is! Terrified! But he sure as hell isn’t going to stand around while all of his boyfriend’s friends (and some of his own) go fight the thing!

Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret?

Grey loves Rogni a lot and trusts him, but many, MANY years of practical experience mean that he trusts Yarrow to keep a secret to his grave if Grey asked him to do so.

If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life?

Oh geez;;; I have... no idea, honestly. Grey’s made peace with life being ephemeral, so I think he’d be able to handle it pretty well? But a month of warning time isn’t long at all, he’d get hit pretty hard by it. He’d probably try to let everyone know as soon as he could, make sure things were arranged, and then try to see every sunrise.

What makes your character feel safe?

Being around his family......... and also around Rogni uwu(and having his own space to live while still being able to send money to his family... that’s nice;;;)

If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be?

Oh god. For Wine and Cheese, “Professional Troublemakers”For cirque d’etoile? “Buy One Get Five Free”

What memory does your character want to forget the most?

....;;;; Probably his four year Deep Depression Period.

If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?

HMM.... Probably artificer! He loves to craft things and mess with enchantments, so artificer would be a pretty perfect one for him I think. That’s... honestly not a bad idea fghjfkd

What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?

Most similar to........................... god idk, any butler background character fghjfklfkjdhgI honestly don’t know other than that though so here we are!

What unusual talents does your character possess?

Grey can carve VERY delicate gemstones and do some REALLY solid enchanting! (He’s also apparently a dom top which is??? shocking???????? but super unusual but he’s an elf with low strength and con??????)

How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower?

kjghjklfd He’s a follower with a powerful ability to say no! He likes to sit back in a crowd and honest to god played butler to get into fancy venues for years of his life, but if pushed he’ll stand up for himself surprisingly well.

What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?)

fkjhgfhjfkd I... chose his name because he’s a half-drow half-elf, and has grey skin/hair. I think he chose that as his adult name because it was simple, professional, and probably a childhood nickname c:

#c: Grey #dogs without horses #thank you for the ask!!#jfhghfjd sorry this took so long?? :'D

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