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sgt-scottymoreau · 9 months ago

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Cherry on Top

Summary: I don't really have a summary for this one lol This is just how this AU start, how it all it came to be.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Alright, I finally feel like I can post this AU! Remember kids, this is an AU for funsies because why the heck not! Also yes Ghost/Soap is a thing in it, but doesn't happen till later fics. Went into a subtle slow burn with them.

It was the jokes, the brushing hands, the closeness of training; all the small things that both her and Ghost saw coming a mile away. Scotty for being at the center of all and Ghost for his keen eyes. She always swore that Soap was nothing more than a best friend, a very close friend. But Ghost saw how she gravitated around him and how he did the same. He should have been jealous maybe, but he honestly did not mind. If there was any he trusted enough and would be willing to share her with, it was definitely Soap.

Fun part was that Soap either decided to ignore what was going on or was completely oblivious. Meanwhile Scotty felt her feelings slowly change to the point she was scared and unsure of everything.

Laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it. Ghost was on his phone mindlessly reading the news or answering messages. "Simon?" She said in a sheepish voice. He turned his head to look at her. "I… I…" Where to even begin! She was sweating, her heartbeat pumping blood as fast as if she was in a death or life situation. This was even more stressful than her first day with the 141. She fidgeted with the bedsheet, her throat getting tighter at every breath.

"It's about Soap?" Ghost dropped with his usual unfazed tone. This took her by surprise. She stopped breathing for a second, before her brain worked again after a quick reset.

"W-what do you mean?" Ghost smiled when hle heard the nervousness in her voice. He gave her the I-know-what-is-going-on look.

"Only a blind person wouldn't see what is going on… Although that would probably mean most of the base, even Garrick and Price."

"It's that obvious?" Her cheeks turned hot pink.

"To the person who knows you the most, yes. So what are you gonna do about it? What do you want to ask?"

Scotty didn't know if she should take his words as a good or bad thing. This was not the reaction she expected from him. He was acting so casually about it. And that was the thing about Ghost; his calmness was often the scariest emotion. "Simon, I love you ok? That is the thing I want to make clear in the first place. It's you that I love the most and nothing will ever change this. Only death would!"

"I know, love. But you fancy Johnny too, am I right?" Scotty nodded silently, her face burning. Ghost pulled her closer to him. She had her defeated eyes, the ones when she felt like she was about to screw up big time. "Let's give it a shot then."

"Wait what? You… you are ok with this?"

"In any case I know I keep you." He kissed her on the head. "If it was anyone else, I might have no be so open. But we are talking about Soap. You two are complete dorks that would fit well together. To my demise."

She laughed. "Simon, I won't try or do anything unless I'm sure you are ok with this. That's all I need to know, with clear words. If you are not… please let's pretend all of this never happened."

"I'm good. As long as you are happy… and because I know I'll always be your favorite."

The next day, the three of them were at the gym doing their daily routines. Soap was completely unaware of what was coming to him. Mostly because they both kept acting like normal around him. At last from Ghost he did not see a single hint of difference. Ghost didn’t have to be different around him, he was not the one about to confess. Scotty was a master at keeping her feelings in check so she was able to hold it together till now. Soap asked her to help her while he would be doing some sit ups. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Scotty held his feet down while he pushed himself up. They kept joking around on the first 10 rep, till she felt her throat dry up. His groans every time he would reach the top and the relief of laying back down. As if she needed more reason to fortify her feelings. “Fuck…” Scotty breathed.

Maybe a little too loud. “What’s the matter?” Soap asked, not stopping his exercises.

“Nothing!”

“Then why the red face, sweetheart?” He laughed. Soap always used this nickname to tease, it was normal. However, right now, it did not have the same effect. Her embarrassment grew so big, she wondered if someone just turned the heat to max or it was her…. Definitely her obviously. If it was even possible, she would be steaming by now. Her hands had moved unconsciously to his ankles and her fingernails dug into his skin through the socks. “Hey watch it Scotty!”

Soap yanked one of his legs out as he was back on the ground. He pushed himself back, sitting in a relaxed position. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

For fuck sake, Scotty was an adult, so why did it felt like she was back to her high school year, incapable to say anything to her crush? Well in retrospect, she didn’t do better with Ghost either. The difference is that with Ghost everything sort of unfolded towards something. With Soap, she had to be direct. She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I love you Johnny.”

Finally it was out. As expected, Soap looked at her with big eyes taken aback by this. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His head turned to Ghost who was just done with his run on the treadmill. Their eyes caught each other. The sergeant didn’t know if he should run and hoped to not die or… “You what now?” Is all Soap could say. He was at a loss of words. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Ghost getting dangerously closer.

“You hear me right Soap. I said I love you.” They sat there in the middle of the gym, not saying a word, till Ghost cleared his throat. Soap jumped back.

“Woah woah, I thought you and Lt were a thing? Did I miss something or what?” Soap panicked. He stood up quickly ready to run at any opportunity.

Scotty pushed herself up. “Yes. We are still very much together, nothing has changed.”

“She just wants to add you to the mess we are.” Ghost grinned under his mask. Soap stared at him. He was good with this? What kind of world was he living in?

“Is this a joke? Stop shitting me you two.”

“We are not.” Ghost’s tone was calm which made him understand that yes they were deadly serious about this. He gulped. Of course Soap always found Scotty good looking and, if it hadn’t been her choosing Ghost a while ago, he may or may not have tried his chance. Then again, he always thought that some of these feelings were just him really caring about her, like a good friend would. He could turn her down out of respect for both, but that would make things awkward right? Would it be even more awkward than now anyway? Perhaps he could give it a try. If it doesn't work out then so be it.

Soap grabbed Ghost by a shoulder with a slap. “If he is good with this, sure, let's give it a try. You know I just don’t want to die.”

“I would only kill if you break her heart.”

“Roger that, lieutenant. Well, better not let Price find this out. Make it look like Scotty is collecting the 141 like medals.” They all laughed.

"I see it more, Ghost is the sundae, the tasty best part and you are the cherry on top. The little extra that makes everything tastier."

Soap laughed at the comparison while Ghost facepalmed with a groan. "Very smooth, Scotty…" Ghost said.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #oc:camille scotty moreau #cherry on top au #ghost x scotty x soap

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starlahuskyz · 1 year ago

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"Ask me about Jordan"

YES MA'AM

How does she get along with each of the boys? Does she get along with Star and or Laddie? What's her reaction to the Emersons + Frog Bros? If she were canon, would she die in the movie like the boys? (Also the thought of her going into a blind blood boiling rage after Marko’s death has a GRIP on me)

So sorry if it's too much no need to answer em all! Just pick oje to your liking if you want! ^^ 💜💜💜💜

>:D

Starting with David, he's able to tolerate her but she has an attitude like Marko so she can be a bit of a smartass sometimes. Whenever she pulls that shit with him he might snap at her but she could give less of a shit. She doesn't hate him but she really pushes her luck with him a lot just to see what his limits are like. But overall, David treats her the best he can because Marko won't tolerate David being mean to her.

Moving onto Dwayne, he's pretty impassive at first but he soon grows to like her more. While she tends to have a wild side to her compared to most other girls he's met, she's also fairly grounded and isn't completely dense which is a nice change for him. He also admires how well she gets along with Laddie. Also bonus points cuz he has a skating buddy now :)

Paul and Jordan are two halves of a whole moron, Paul loves getting absolutely zonked with her and having really stupid conversations that soon turn existential really fast. And if they aren't doing that they are blasting music on the rock box being an absolute nuisance to everyone else. Sometimes he'll ask her to draw shit on his arms just for the funsies.

Do I even need to say anything about how Marko feels? He was fairly enamored by her at first glance, but after having a few convos with her, he became head over heels for her. He would do anything for her, he would kill anyone who even looks at her wrong. They both have fiery attitudes and can get into very and I mean VERY stupid arguments that end in the occasional fight but it always ends with them making up in the end and then usually laughing about it. She ends up loving him more than she thought she would after he proves that he can be trusted and that he means no harm (poor girl has trust issues after her previous relationship). Basically they are the crazy ass couple you don't fuck with.

Star didn't know what to think of her when she first met her. She was a little wary of her because she almost seemed like bad news going off of first impressions. But she ended up warming up to her as she proved to be a lot nicer than she initially thought. As for Jordan, she was kinda nervous to talk to her because she could tell she wasn't a fan of her being in the cave. (also she was flustered by how pretty she was) They both could bond together having girl talk which soon led to how Jordan ended up getting her ear pierced with the lil rubber ducky.

Laddie sees Jordan as the crazy asf older sister like how Paul is the crazy asf older brother. Whenever Laddie is feeling down, Jordan will do whatever it takes to make him feel better. Jordan sometimes babysits him and they end up watching MTV in her room at her house. Although she gets reckless with him sometimes, like skateboarding through Santa Carla with him holding onto her back for dear life as she weaved through traffic and almost sent hem off a cliff. Dwayne wasn't too happy but by the end, Laddie told Jordan that it was better than any ride he's ever been on at the boardwalk.

(At this point my usual headcanon is that the emersons and frogs had went through the whole incident but it ended in a truce between humans and vamps, so I will be going off of of that for now.)

Jordan met the frogs even before she was a vamp so they had prior interaction, it was mostly just them having stupid back and forths about nonsense, and even when she became a vamp...that didn't really change anything. The frogs are mostly just wary of her and don't completely trust her, especially after hearing she was hanging with the Lost Boys. Jordan will sometimes enter their shop to ask them occasional questions about vampires cuz she knows jack shit about them. And when they aren't in the shop, they are hanging with Sam. This ends in Jordan opening Sam's window unannounced as they are doing god knows what which scares the shit out of all of them.

Speaking of which Sam is fine with her, but hates how unpredictable she can be sometimes. Entering his home unannounced is one example, sometimes she may need to talk to one of the emersons about something so what does she do? Enter through Sam's window... Every. Single. Time. Even with that though, they still are cool with each other. Jordan sometimes brings him a comic he was be looking for just for compensation.

Michael and Jordan are apart of the "Manipulated into drinking blood by an attractive guy" club. So they tend to talk about their frustrations and they seem to relate to each other quite a bit more than they ever thought they would. They are both just losers, but they are losers who have each other.

Lucy reminds Jordan of her own mother a whole lot, so she tries to be nice to her as much as possible. Sometimes for days when she shows up unannounced, she'll talk to Lucy if she senses something wrong with her. Sometimes her kids get distant so it's nice to have Jordan to talk to and vent to.

Grandpa scares the shit out of Jordan, he will say something that comes off as a threat to her, but ends up laughing about it saying he's just messing with her. Jordan doesn't know if he really is though...

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Now if she was a canon character, she would die trying to avenge Marko. As for how she would die, it would probably be after she does something impulsive out of blind rage. Like she's goes after Sam but ends up getting caught up in a bunch up wires and cable which she tries to escape from by biting them. Sam tries to warn her not to do that but it's too late and she suffers a similar fate to Dwayne. Sam almost feels bad because she was only trying to avenge her lover who they took away from her, and her own death wasn't even his own doing.

Hope that answers ur questions :3

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demxninyourdrexms · 2 years ago

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Necessary Evil CH 2

"And I hear you now when you said it hurt.

But it had to fall, fall apart to work.

As I see you now in what's left of me.

Is it too late to plead insanity?"

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Rated for T and up, no major warnings other than character deaths.

Bellamort shipping (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Before people ask no I do not fully acknowledge Delphini, this is just for funsies. If people ask nicely and want me to include that into this and possibly create some interesting shit to add onto this. Just hit up the message box.

Diagon Alley was bustling with students, their parents, and other witches and wizards as Draco looked around. He had strict orders from his father to stay close to Ravena while they were there. Lucius Malfoy being in charge of not one, but two is enough of a task in itself. Especially when one is just as much of a reflection of her mother as she is her aunt in a way. Ravena had been the one to watch over Draco while she was in school, but outside it was Lucius’s task to keep them both on the rails while outside the walls of the manor.

He scanned the floods of people, looking for the specific curly hair he always knew. After a few moments, he found it. Two top knots carefully parted and pinned at the top of either side of her head with the white, while the bottom flowed down her back over her long floor-length coat in tight curls. She had begun to grow into herself, into the young woman she was, as well as the young woman the public began to raise concerns about.

She had her back to him, talking to Crabbe and Goyle after finding them in the apothecary shop getting supplies for their next year. Crabbe nudged her and motioned toward Draco, making her turn around. Ravena smiled at him as he walked towards them, her shoulder bag full of ingredients and parchment. The hawk on her shoulder chittered at Draco before nudging him a bit and returning to the cage again.

“Does father know you’ve already gone off to Gringotts?”

“Relax, he went with me to make sure they didn’t give me any trouble.”

“Where is he?”

Ravena shrugged as she leaned on the wall of the shop. “Said something about going to get a few things and then he would be back to see us off. We got everything you needed as well, just have to get our books.”

Draco nodded as he followed her towards the bookstore, rolling his eyes as they saw it filled with people. He looked over at a display for Gilderoy Lockheart and motioned towards it. Ravena gave a soft chuckle and looked at him, holding up her hand mockingly moving it as if a mouth was talking. He laughed as they headed up the stairs to look around for anything of interest. After finding and pushing towards the front to pay for their school books, Draco stayed towards the side with her on the stairs looking through a few as they waited for Lucius.

Ravena looked through one of the books about dragons before she glanced over the railing, seeing the Weasleys walk in, and shortly followed by Harry. She shut the book quickly before shoving her bag at Draco and pulling her hood up.

“Stay quiet, and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” She whispered and snuck out of the entrance and down the street to find her uncle.

Draco watched her leave, confused but did as he was told. Glancing through the book he had and rolling his eyes as the crowd inside cheered, he leaned over the railing above as Gilderoy talked about Harry, taking pictures with him and giving him his useless array of books for free. He smiled to himself before making his way down the stairs and pretended to look through a book. He took a moment, looking around before ripping the page out of the book and tucking it in his pocket. He looked over right as Harry was coming through the crowd and he stormed down the stairs towards him.

“Bet you loved that, didn’t you Potter?” He moved to block him from the entrance. “Famous Harry Potter, can’t even go to a bookshop without making the front page.”

At that moment, Ron’s little sister, Ginny, stepped between them.

“Leave him alone.”

“Oh, look, Potter. Got yourself a girlfriend.” Draco sneers before a silver snake head is placed on his shoulder, pushing him out of the way. He looks up, seeing Lucius directly behind him with Ravena on the other side of his father. Draco stepped aside quickly, glancing at her as she pulled her hood down and smirked at him before looking at the lot of them. The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood up as she looked at him, brown eyes as if they were about to bore holes through his own and into the back of his skull. He swallowed sharply before looking back up at Lucius.

“Now now Draco, play nicely,” He said smoothly, standing between the two of them as he looked down now at Harry. Introducing himself before tugging him in and examining the scar on his forehead, telling him it’s as much of a legend as the wizard who gave it to him.

“Voldemort killed my parents,” Harry looked up at him with a firm gaze, causing Lucius to release him.

“He’s nothing but a murderer.”

Lucius watched him carefully before speaking. “You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.”

“Fear of a name only increases the fear itself.” Hermione chimed in as she appeared by Draco.

Lucius took his focus off of Harry for the moment, looking at her and then his son for confirmation, “And you must be, Miss Granger. Yes, Draco told me all about you and your parents.”

Hermione looked back at her parents, talking with Arthur happily. She looked back at Lucius frowning deeper. Ravena looked over at Draco, a smile creeping across her lips before looking back at them as well for a moment.

“Muggles, aren’t they?” Lucius looked down at her with a slight sneer across his face. He exchanges a gaze with Hermione before then turning to Ron. “Let me see, red hair, vacant expressions…” He looks into Ginny’s cauldron, reaching for a book and pulling it out. “Tattered, second-hand book. You must be the Weasleys.”

“Children, it’s mad in here. Let’s go outside.” Arthur had appeared behind Ginny, attempting to entice his troop to head out and away. As Lucius spoke his name, he frowned and stood straight, facing him directly.

“Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur? All those extra rates, I do hope they’re paying you overtime.” Lucius looks down at the book again as Arthur keeps his eyes on him. “But judging by the state of this, I’d say not.” He scoffs as Arthur continues to tell him how distinguishing as a wizard has nothing to do with status.

He plops the book back down into Ginny’s Cauldron, slipping an additional behind it.

“I’ll see you at work.” He turns, looking around at the children in front of him before the two that came with him, turning and leaving the shop.

Draco slips over to Harry, leaning in as Ravena goes closer to his side. “See you at school.” He spat out, making her grin and turn her back to them as they followed. Lucius looked over his shoulder at them both, looking at Ravena before smiling.

“Good girl, making it easy for me.”

Ravena looked up at him and smiled back, taking her bag from Draco as he held it out.

“Easy for what?” Draco raised an eyebrow at them both.

“Easy to terrorize that lot, Draco. I can get away with words a lot easier than you two can. Then again, all your dear cousin has to do is look at them. Maybe you should teach him too, Little Bird.” Lucius drawled out as they made their way through the alley. “Mother would be proud.” He added before they disappeared around a dark corner in a cloud of smoke.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with the other students and his friends, eating and talking as Ron attempted to tape his wand back together.

“You’re doomed,” Harry responded, before hearing his name be called. He looked up to see a flash from a camera and a young blond boy standing in front of him. He blinked to focus his eyes before settling his gaze on him. “I’m Collin Creevy, I’m in Gryffindor too.”

“Hi, Collin, nice to meet you.”

Collin’s gaze was caught by movement at the doors, he looked up as Ravena walked in and took a seat across from Draco and beside Marcus Flint. His mouth dropped and he slowly raised his camera again.

“Bloody hell…that’s Ravena Les-”

“Ron, isn’t that your bird?”

The attention was diverted as Ron’s owl came barreling through the doors, crashing into a bowl and onto the table.

“Look, Weasley’s got himself a Howler.” Seamus laughed, creating a chorus with him in the room.

Ron opened the seal and the Howler began screaming in his mother’s voice. Chastising him about stealing the car, and now his father is having backlash at the Ministry for it. After warning him to behave, and congratulating Ginny on getting into Gryffindor's house, it ripped itself up and fluttered onto the table. Ron looked around the room before hiding his face.

After his first Quidditch practice, Draco followed Crabbe and Goyle into the great hall for dinner. Ravena was already there and had saved them seats. He sat across from her grinning.

“Looks like you had a good time.”

“Potter had to stay after class with Lockheart. And Weasley tried to stick up for Granger before we left for practice.”

“What did the little snot do this time?”

“He didn’t, Draco did. He called Granger a Mudblood.” Goyle said as he pulled various food onto his plate.

Ravena jammed her heel into Draco’s shin, causing him to jump. “Are you insane? Just because Uncle can smooth talk his way around buildings doesn’t mean you can throw things like that around.”

“Well, she is! You heard him in the bookshop, muggle parents.” He hissed and rubbed his shin. “No one’s going to do bollocks about it either, calm down.”

Draco rolled his eyes at her as he took a drink. He could feel her staring at him over the rim of the goblet before deciding to give up for the moment. Choosing to talk more about Quidditch with Crabbe and Goyle the rest of the time, even as they all left the great hall to return to the common room for the night. Rounding the corner, they see the trio in the middle of the corridor, water on the floor, and blood written on the walls. Ravena swallowed hard, seeing Filch’s cat strung up like a light on the hook, petrified.

“Enemies of the heir, beware.” Draco sneered and then looked at Hermione. “You’re next, Mudbloods.”

Ravena snapped out of it hearing him, pinching his arm hard as Filch began to yell at Harry, accusing him of harming the dear cat. She was unsure if Draco even knew about what was going on, but at that point, it didn’t matter. Those who had heard about the chamber were already becoming more alarmed as the professors and Dumbledore parted through the students to come across the scene. Tugging at his robes, she retreated with the rest of their house to the common room, throwing her bag down on the chair as he followed.

“The hell was that for?” He growled as she rounded on him, staring him deep in the eyes.

“Keep your damn mouth shut if you know what’s good for you, Draco.” she hissed, teeth gritting as Crabbe and Goyle watched intently. Draco may have had a puffed chest at times, but even he knew not to cross her. He stepped back, a sign of him dropping the subject yet not total submission. Ravena backed off, grabbing her bag once again before turning to the girls’ dormitory staircase.

“Best you keep out of it, and if you keep talking like that you’re likely a suspect next. You’re lucky they have eyes on Potter this time.” She frowned over her shoulder at him as he scaled the stairs across from her. She watched them go before returning to her own dorm for the night.

Harry frowned at his plate at breakfast, thinking about everything that’s already happened while here and it’s only been a month or two. Hermione asking about the Chamber during class only raised more questions than many answers. She had an idea as to how to gain a little more information, but it involved a potion, limited time, and a lot of risks. The trio already suspected Malfoy as the heir after his display in the corridor the first time, now they just had to trick his two friends for just an hour. His cousin was the other problem, Collin almost spoke her name in the great hall before, which raised suspicion upon her as well as to what all she knew.

She went to find Lucius that day in Diagon Alley, hovering over Draco and his actions as much as Snape and Dumbledore do to her. Harry looked down at the food on his plate before finally deciding to eat something. Quidditch against Slytherin was going to pose even more of a challenge than it did before, and he needed to focus. Ron and Hermione looked at each other as they headed towards the pitch, breaking off from Harry as he went to get prepared. Looking around, Hermione frowned as she saw Lucius making his way towards the pitch as well, Ravena attached to his side as they spoke quietly to each other. “The hell is he doing here?” Ron whispered to her over her shoulder.

“Malfoy’s first quidditch match, why wouldn’t he be here.” Hermione looked over at him as they watched the two. Lucius leaned down to whisper to Ravena, handing her a wrapped gift before placing a hand on her back, motioning her off towards the stands before going up into one of the towers to sit beside Snape with the professors. Hermione frowned deeply and looked at Ron before they scaled the stairs to find seats. Between keeping attention on the match and the rogue bludger after Harry, Hermione kept Lucius and Ravena just within the side of her view. Draco being knocked off his broom to the ground didn’t gain more than a grimace from his father, but his cousin got up and at least went to ensure his safety.

Hermione kept an eye on the bludger as she left, still darting around after Harry before smashing into his wrist as he reached for the snitch. Glancing up at the tower, neither Snape nor Lucius reacted either. Confusion set in as she ran down with Ron to Harry on the field, none of them was in control of the bludger.

Ravena leaned on the stonework arch to the hospital wing as Draco’s friends sat around him in the bed, one moment he was fine and then would start to groan in pain at the sound of footsteps.

“You’re fine, Draco. Stop playing into it just because uncle’s around.” She mumbled and rolled her eyes as Madame Pomphrey walked through the door by her.

“Oh Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss, you can go.” She said as she rushed towards Harry's bed with a skeleton bottle.

Frowning, Draco stood from the bed, still holding his ribs. Looking over at the crowd around Harry’s bed before heading towards the doors with his friends. Ravena pushed away from the wall and walked with them back toward the common room.

“I’ll let uncle know you’re fine, go on and get some rest. You two keep an eye on him in case it does get any worse.” She nodded towards Crabbe and Goyle before running into a few other students and heading off with them.

Once Harry was able to leave the hospital wing, he met back up with Ron and Hermione in the great hall. It was almost Christmas and another student had been claimed to the hospital wing. Collin had taken one too many pictures and now they had to prepare to take the polyjuice potion. They had exactly an hour before they changed back, and within that time they had to gain as much information about Malfoy and possibly his cousin before getting caught.

Getting the hair they needed was simple enough thanks to Hermione and the cakes, now it was to just act like Crabbe and Goyle as much as possible. After getting stopped by Percy in the corridor, Draco found them and tugged them back into the common room before they could get into any more trouble. They looked around before sitting down on the couch, Draco across from them by the fire as Ravena came down the stairs with the usual cluster of presents in her arm. She set them down on the table and sat on the arm of the couch as Draco proceeded to talk. Rolling her eyes at him as she went through the gifts like normal, leaving the silver-wrapped one last. Harry and Ron kept watching out of the corner of their eye as Malfoy spoke about how Dumbledore was the worst thing to happen to Hogwarts, causing Harry to pipe up.

“You’re wrong!”

Ravena stopped tugging on the ribbon of the silver box and turned her head to look at him, eyebrow raising slightly. Draco rose off the couch and stood in front of them.

“You think there’s someone worse than Dumbledore? Well, do you?” He snapped, watching the two on the couch. It took them a moment, between the two staring them down and pure curiosity to see what exactly the reactions would be, as well as the purpose of the box.

“Harry Potter?” Harry said, hoping to cover his mistake. When Draco relaxed and continued to speak, Harry asked if he knew anything about who the heir was. He looked at the box as Ravena opened it, pulling out what looked to be a picture frame with the letter L on the back corner of it. She looked at it for a moment before putting it face down on the couch as Draco explained the chamber opening again after fifty years and a Mudblood died.

“You want me to be honest, I hope it’s Granger.”

Ron jumped up off the couch, Harry stopping him from doing anything to Malfoy.

“What’s the matter with you two? You’re acting, odd…” Draco frowned watching them and looked over at his cousin, who watched them intently.

“It’s his stomach ache,” Harry replied, turning to Ron as his scar began to appear again.

Distracted, Draco began opening the gift that was left on the other table, shaking the watch to see if it worked. Ron and Harry ran off and out of the common room before either of them could catch them changing back. Draco looked over at his cousin, who raised an eyebrow and kept looking toward the door to the common room as they left. She turned to look at him before gathering her things, taking the framed picture from the couch, and cradling it close to her chest.

“What did mum send this time?” Draco asked quietly as he went over to her, grabbing his own presents off the table. Ravena hesitated a moment, looking over her shoulder at the other students at the table studying before handing it to him, looming over his shoulder so they couldn’t see. Draco took the frame carefully in his hands, looking at it as a soft expression crept over his face.

“No matter how long, she can’t forget. You know that right?” “Now you’re beginning to sound like Uncle and Cissy.” She looked over at him and smiled softly. “I know that, Draco. I’m just hoping it hasn’t altered her too much to the point where she’s drifted away.” She took the frame back, tucking it back where she had it.

Draco frowned as he watched her, looking over at the table of students quickly as they looked back down at their books. He scowled and followed her to the bottom of the stairs to the dorms.

“That won’t happen, Rave. Mum does this every year so you don’t give up, just like she hasn’t.”

Ravena smiled sadly and looked over her shoulder at him. “I know, and she knows I haven’t.” Nudging his shoulder off towards the other stairs.” Get to bed, We can talk about it when we get home.”

Draco watched her leave before going to his dorm and changing for bed. He looked out the window as snow fell. He knew he couldn’t do anything to change how she was or felt, at least he could be there to reassure her, but now it was just a waiting game of ifs. He settled into bed and closed his eyes before falling to sleep.

Time goes on through the year, the snow melts, and the ground thaws. The Quidditch Pitch prepares for more matches as the students go about their regular classes. More and more worry grows in them as suddenly the match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor is canceled. The news spreads through the school as Draco goes to find Ravena. He finds her in the common room alone as Crabbe and Goyle close the door behind them tightly. Everyone had already gone to the pitch and she had stayed behind for a few moments of silence and peace being alone. She looked up as she heard them come through the door, her eyes falling on Draco as he sat beside her on the couch.

“They canceled the Quidditch match.” Draco huffed looking at her. She pulled her feet off the table and sat up. “Said everyone needed to report back to the common rooms immediately and for no one to go off on their own by themselves.”

“Something happened, they never cancel Quidditch, and to send us all back and not split off means someone else got attacked.” She mumbled and popped a candy in her mouth before sprawling back out on the couch. “Better not try and be slick and accuse me, been here the whole damn time.”

“I don’t think they really accuse anyone at this point. It’s more scrambling about than anything.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him as the students started funneling in from the door. She stayed seated where she was on the couch with him as they made their way into the common room, most going to their rooms for the evening. Some clustered near the table or on the other side of the couches as Snape made his way in, making sure the door was closed before walking to the middle of the room with a rolled parchment in his hand. His gaze met hers for a moment, smirking at him as he unrolled the parchment and began to read from it the new requirements for all students to be in their house common rooms by 6, and all students to be escorted by a teacher to classes.

Draco looked over at her and wondered if she was right, what if another student did get attacked and now it was worse than what anyone thought? If this proceeded to get worse over time as before, the students and the school were in serious danger. He sat up from the couch and leaned over to her as Snape left.

“If the school shuts down, where the bloody hell are we all going to go?”

Ravena shrugged at him as she sat up herself. “Not sure. Most likely you’d go to Durmstrag and I’d go to that fruity Beauxbatons if Cissy and Uncle wanted me to keep even going to school. Whatever is happening is just going to keep happening until they find out who is doing it or close it down. Either way, this doesn’t look good on any of the professors here.” She frowned deeply as she watched the other students talk quietly to each other and she looked over at Draco. Frowning, she sank back into the couch beside him.

Harry and Ron had to continue on their own, discovering more and more about the chamber, finding a diary of Tom Riddle, and now attempting to clear Hagrid’s name on top of the adding list. Then Dumbledore was removed as Headmaster due to everything occurring, it was all just building and building. They had to work quickly, or everything they have done would be for nothing. After listening to Aragog, the spider hidden in the Forbidden Forest, Harry and Ron found themselves in the girls’ bathroom again. Gilderoy taken as their captive, they descended into the chamber under the sinks.

Ravena sat in her bed, running her fingers over the necklace in her hand as she thought quietly. If they were sent home, the other schools wouldn’t want her. Durmstrag was an all-boys school, and Beauxbatons wouldn’t take a girl who had such a tainted name attached. It was bad enough that the other girls in her dorm wanted to switch before the ones she had roomed with now. Looking out the window, she let go of a deep breath before frowning as the necklace flashed a bright green. She looked down at it as it caught her attention, watching it flash again. Her eyes caught the light as she quickly went down to the common room. Looking around to make sure no one was with her, she dropped the necklace into the embers of the fire, watching it burst into a green flame. Shaping into a mist before darting out the open window, she watched it leave before a look of slight anger washed over her face.

Her uncle gave her the necklace the day of the Quidditch match Draco was in, explaining that if the creature in the chamber was destroyed it would give her a sign indicating so. If it did, he instructed her to do exactly as she had just done. Clasping the lock on the window before checking over her shoulder again, Ravena quietly went back up to her room and crawled into bed to try and settle to sleep.

Harry had escaped the basilisk in the chamber, the book destroyed with its fang and he returned by the hair on his head. Ravena waited at the end of the corridor towards Dumbledore’s office, hood to her coat up as her eyes darted around looking. Lucius had gotten the sign in the night, waiting to hear the news of Dumbledore’s release before having an excuse to appear on the school grounds. She leaned on the wall as she waited for him to emerge from the office, Dobby in tow and Harry not too far behind him. She frowned deeply and pushed herself off of the wall with her foot before meeting them halfway down the corridor.

“I have something of yours,” Harry said shoving the diary at Lucius, who grabbed it and scowled.

“Mine? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He drawled, Ravena staying a few paces behind him as she watched Harry.

“I think you do, sire. I think you slipped the diary into Ginny Weasley’s cauldron, that day in Diagon Alley.” Harry looked up at Lucius as he spoke, looking into his eyes.

“You do, do you?” Lucius shoved the book at Dobby, letting the elf take it before leaning in towards Harry, gritting his teeth. “Why don’t you prove it.” Smirking after her didn’t get a response. He stood straight and looked at Dobby, telling him to follow as they headed back down towards the corridor again.

Ravena followed behind Lucius, Dobbylooked back at Harry. Confused, Dobby opened the book as Harry gestured and stopped in his tracks.

“Master has given Dobby a sock.” Dobby looked at Lucius wide-eyed as they both stopped after noticing he wasn’t following.

“I didn’t gi-” Lucius stopped as he saw the elf pull the sock out of the book, stunned for a moment before glaring at Harry as he pulled his pants leg up to show he took it off.

“Master has presented Doby with clothes. Dobby is free.” Dobby smiled and held onto the sock watching him. Ravena’s eyes grew wide and looked between the two and then at her uncle as the realization hit them both as to what was just done.

“ You lost me my servant!” Lucius yelled, drawing his wand from his cane and aiming it at Harry.

“Uncle don’t, not here,” Ravena whispered, trying to reason with him as he moved towards Harry.

“You shall not harm Harry Potter!” Dobby held his hand up as Lucius was about to cast the death curse on Harry, shooting a blue spark out of his hand and sending him flying back onto the ground at the end of the corridor.

Ravena jumped and turned her back to shield herself before looking up to see Lucius on the ground. He stood up sharply, brushing himself off before addressing Harry again. She turned to look at Harry before darting down the corridor towards the archway.

“Your parents were meddling fools. Mark my words, Potter, one day soon, you are going to meet the same, sticky end.” Lucius hissed at him before turning his back and moving towards the archway. He grabbed her arm and rounding the corner with her, disappeared with a flash of light.

#Harry Potter #HP #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter ff #bellatrix x voldemort #bellatrix lestrange #voldemort #bellamort

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mr-hoogy · 1 year ago

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the peepo have spoken

this isnt your dms tho sorry tan

SIMMINIFRINRFRED?

importante backstory: TLDR winnie accidentally cloned herself, as you may know, and then later accidentally let simmie into her bloodstream, and then like 5 minutes after that, beat a boss fight by herself but went into a coma in the process, so simmie took over

anywhays now im playing my baby simmie in winnies body IM JUST SO EXCITED TO PLAY HER MORE BECAUSE she will be amazed by the Beauty of the World. when she sees grass, sunrises, people dancing and laughing for the first time... also she like doesnt have a personality at the moment (very hollow monsterhearts of her which is funny bc i wanted to play a hollow in monsterhearts but everytime someone took it first so now I have SIMMI) BUT she will be gaining one slowly yet surely and Im just thinko about it. bc I dont know what its going to be exactly?? like it will probably be determined entirely by rp but Im just turning around in my head the potential differences between her and winnifred... I also think like to me shes very much a metaphor for parts of winnie's personality that she pushes down, like I see her as winnie's love and innocence and gut instincts becasue *pleading emoji*

the party is also something im excited about...because they seem to feel neutral about simmie but at least Elliot is like "yea I just want winnie back already" and I feel like as simmie grows as a person she might sorta like. become afraid of the fact that one day she wont be as alive anymore? like winnie will come back. and then what happens to simmie you know? she returns to the mirror and just isnt the same anymore--will she still feel the things she learned to feel in winnies body? will she even get to feel grass on her skin ever again? AND IM JUST LIKE GRRGRGRBRLGRLGRLGR BC IDK WHAT HER REACTION TO THAT WILL BE!!! because we arent even there yet. but like Simmie is so much POTENTIAL Im just excited thinko about her. rlly right now im just daydreaming about her potential differences with winnifred. like as a bard for one, will she still be a good performer? (Im thinking no. it would be funny if she was tonedeaf LOL. I could see her being a more graceful dancer though...)

also like! it would be so fun if she made friends with people winnie didnt get along with as well that much and vice versa. I could see her and arda getting along which would be funsies and also like ? will the party see her become her own person? its kinda fun, because winnifred was moss's mom when he didnt really have a personality, and even though she was a BITCH back then, she cant fully push down her kindness and always believed in moss's autonomy and taught him new things. but the party right now is not nice in a different way. winnie back then couldnt tell moss she loved him or anything, but she saw him as a person even when all he could say was his name. but will the party see simmie as her own person?!?! winnie did, when it was just her and simmie, but that's a very winnie specific thing to do...and 2/3rds of the party is Inheritor. SO.......

Thanks FOr Listen To My Ramble. Im sure its comprehensible

#emanglorpo

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baxndaid · 3 years ago

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ty! can i request a jealous reader with itto, albedo, diluc, and kaeya? sorry if thats too many characters you can pick if you want !!

but also; likea happy ending pls :)

- 🎀

#JEALOUSTYPE

characters ; ALBEDO, ITTO, DILUC, KAEYA, VENTI

prompt ; you get jealous of their close interactions with others

notes/warnings ; some slight swearing :)) emojis + rlly short

i love this idea and i hope u don't mind but i added a character for funsies, enjoy !!

i. albedo

don't get me wrong, you like sucrose but sometimes you feel as if he gives her more attention than he does to you. not only in alchemy projects, but in general, and you can get pretty salty about it. 😇😇

well fuck u albedo babe !! (literally haha jk 🤨🤨🤨)

you begin to hang out with kaeya more, speaking louder when albedo was near you two, laughing, and playfully hitting him after he made a horrible joke he was proud of. though he tried to avoid eye contact when he walked by you and the captain at the tavern, you could feel his eyes glaring at you from the back of the room, ignoring what his students had to show him. the thing he hated the most was that you acted so oblivious and innocent, like you didn't know what you were doing to him.

man shut yo bitch ass up 🤣🤝🤝

once you reached albedo's base on dragonspine, you found him sitting on a wooden chair, leg on top of the other and a strong glare targeted at you, almost like a parent about to scold their child for coming home late.

"well?" he said, standing up and walking closer to you,

"huh?" obviously, you loved seeing the alchemist jealous, it was a rare sight, so you wanted to stretch this predicament out as much as you could. sure it was kind of cruel, but you deserved it !! #gasslight #girlboss #gatekeep

after a few more minutes of interrogation, the scientist finally snapped

"i do not want you to go near him, please"

ii. itto

itto is really stupid

like hes STUPID stupid ykwim

he wont realise that constantly talking and fawning over somebody else, especially in front of you, would most likely make you jealous. everyday, once he got his ass kicked by kujou sara, he would come to you to recover and have his wounds treated. whilst you bandaged him up, he would relentlessly talk about sara, and how he admired her courageousness and whatever (you stopped listening whenever her name was mentioned) after all, you worked under her excellency, kokomi, the shoguns army weren't worth your attention.

but apparently they were worth ittos attention 🙄👎

you finished placing bandages on the feral onii as he finished talking about his latest clash with the kujou captain. sometimes you wished you could just bandage his mouth closed and make him pay attention to you for once, his loving, awesome, significant other, but noo he just had to be annoying and-

"ow ow ow hey!"

looking up, you realized you had tightened one of his bandages too much, the white cloth pressing onto his wound. you mumbled a few apologies before looking down again, thumbing with your left over medical supplies. you felt his sharp claws reach up and stroke your chin, holding your face up for you to see him. eyes softened, he leaded in and gave you a few pecks on your forehead and one on your upper lip.

"wanna talk about it?"

iii. diluc

diluc is too chad to feel jealous, the only person he would feel even mildly jealous about is kaeya 👹👹🙏 but you on the other hand?? naurr you get jealous every week

you see how he and jean interact with each other, with such respect, honour, and suffocating friendliness, but you've convinced yourself that politeness was all it was, after all, you admired jean and you always would. Donna, on the other hand, annoyed you quite a bit. her hands always wondering on him, (though he normally shook her off), flirting with him, fantasizing about him, it was enough to make you sick just thinking about it.

she was well aware that the two of you were together, did that stop her? no 🤡

in fact, it made her more persistent, pushing you away or belittling you when diluc was around, and going back to her normally shy and quirky nature. diluc has told you that he had no interest in her, and has even gone as far as suggesting a ban on her appearance to his tavern. you turned down this offer, it was just a little bit of jealousy after all.

iv. kaeya

mf deliberately makes you jealous just to piss you off and get your attention, hes done it so many times your basically used to it, which means he has to find other means of getting your attention 😇🙏

v. venti

nobody flirts with him so why get jealous?? asf

but, you do get jealous about how much attention he gives to his alcohol and the tavern 🙄👎👎 LIKE not you acting goofy getting drunk off your ass !!

and of course, you always have to drag him home and stay in bed with him until he passes out. though, when you do confront him about his alcoholism and how you would like to spend time with a sober venti, he resorts to singing you songs he wrote just for you, taking walks around windrise and picking the pinwheel flowers near his statue, and of course taking rides and sightseeing with dvalin, just as a reminder that he loves you, his muse, dearly.

though, we all know the next day his goblin looking ass will find its way back inside of that damned tavern 👺🤬

NAVIGATION ♡

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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That charity calendar that Owin finally agreed to do with the shelter animals...

It makes sense the photographer was a lady because duh! If you're making a calendar like that your target market is female and naturally that should be the gaze behind the lens.

I know that Owin is getting pulled in by Bitty Bean, so perhaps Opie came along (either to watch and mock Owin play with the animals or volunteer to pose for it too) Maybe Opie likes what he sees, lady in charge of taking the photos, being boss of the set.

Just a thot, dunno what you have planned for Opie. Use the idea for another character if you like.

(Could be she's the same photographer that does Story and Carter's boudoir shots...)

This is adorable! I do have plans for Opie (there may be a tiny sneak peak of his girl down below), but I'm not going to fully start that yet, but it will be a reader insert. But just for funsies, this is going to be a reader insert too. Opie will be getting someone though. She's not been introduced, but she does work for one of the Drysdale descendants, and she loves kids 😉

Owin would 100% agree to this right away. He would have BB right there with him, if they're at that point, or if they're not, he's sending her a copy!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

That Was Nice

Summary: Opie is a bit shy

Pairings: Opie Winston X Photographer!Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, face riding, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal play, 18+ ONLY

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Opie Winston Masterlist

Opie sits there awkwardly as firefighter after firefighter gets their picture taken. In various forms of undress. Different animals everywhere, and while Opie isn’t the biggest animal lover, he finds a dog that just wouldn’t leave him alone. Eventually he couldn’t help but to let the little guy follow him around.

He watches as Owin the big cut up poses with one of the shelter cats, leaning over to talk with the kitty, before smiling up at the camera. He doesn’t care that he’s basically nude, except the helmet covering him. That’s Owin for you.

Opie had opted for a baggy and low slung jeans, and you can’t help but keep looking at the cute and shy firefighter. You tried to assure him this was for a good cause, but he didn’t have to participate.

He wanted to go last. He couldn’t help but to watch you direct all these men and women on how to pose. Confident with each person. So sure of yourself like you had been doing this for years, and Opie just admires you, but also almost fears you.

By the time the others had cleared out, Opie takes a big gulp before walking into the lights, “Don’t need to be scared sweetie. I’ve done this a few times.”

“Anyone I know?”

“I do have a sexy king and queen who love using me,” Opie only huffs out a laugh when you walk up to him, using your hand to maneuver his body the way you want it. “The king has a thing for her no matter her stage of pregnancy, or sometimes a couple session. You talk about needing a moment after that.”

“Oh yeah?” that sweet smile shines bright up at you.

“Yeah, they forget that I’m even there. In a messy world all of their own. Pretty sure their biggest kink is each other. What about you? Got you a girl?”

He shakes his head no at you, “No, just a loud ass roommate and his girlfriend. He’s a bit of a menace to her. If he’s not overstimulating her, he’s edging her until she’s just full on sobbing. Thin walls in the apartment.”

“Hmm,” you get a devious plan. It’s not that you’re one for a one night stand with a client, but there is this sweetness, and yet ruggedness about him. “You should find someone to pay him back for all that loud screaming and crying.”

“Who did you have in mind?” you cock up an eyebrow at him. He was only shy with everyone here. He’s anything but shy now.

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Opie shoves you through his apartment door, his large stature then pushing you into his room, and you can’t pay any attention to the couple making out on the couch, because he’s banging the door closed. In a fevered attempt at trying to remove your own and also each other’s clothes at the same time. His large hands cup both of your breasts, and he gives them a hard squeeze, before pushing you onto the bed, but you’re not sure how you got to this point.

Standing up off the bed, you’re the one shoving him down, “I don’t think so sweetie. I’m in control tonight,” his eyes shine up at you, and you crawl over his body. Looking back at his giant cock, you crack your neck, “You better get me good and wet for you,” settling your core down on his face, “Keep your tongue out, I’ll do all the work.”

His tongue presses flat against your clit, and you grind over top of him. Hands on the bedframe, while you let his tongue do the trick. Taking another glance back at his pretty cock, you let out a moan, knowing the stretch it’s going to give you will be magical. Gyrating over him, and he makes the most beautiful sounds at your taste.

“Fuck!” you cry, that drool worthy cock there just leaking beads of precum, and you can’t wait any longer. Settling yourself over him for some reverse cowgirl, he grabs tightly to your hips as you pop your ass over him. The two of your sweet sounds mixing together in this dark room, and he chuckles when he hears the beating of his friend on the other side of the wall.

“Eat shit, Jackson.”

“That was Posie.”

“Well...” fuck, he feels amazing, even if it’s you doing all the work, just the way you like it. “Posie this is payback.”

“Shh, quiet,” you tell him, just needing to feel his girth. The stretch is immaculate. There is no need for this man to be as shy as he is. And you won’t even discover what he’s capable of. “You like when I use your body?”

“Hell yes.”

You’re beyond thrilled when he takes initiative the play with your muscled hole. His thumb rubbing over it sweetly, before he breaks through the surface. “Oh fuckfuckfuck,” your voice moans out. That extra fill nearly making you cum on the spot. “Ope you feel so good.”

“Squeezing me so tight.”

“Don’t you cum. Want you to cum on my face,” Opie takes a deep breath to steady himself while you push yourself to your release. Everything feels amazing, but when that long arm reaches around to create tight little circles on your clit, you stutter your movements. Your legs shaking as your high courses through your veins. Quickly you move off of him, and into the floor. The first time you show him any sort of submission.

Opie grabs tightly to his cock, fisting it until warm ropes of cum coat your face. His voice grunting out as he milks himself dry. Flicking a tongue out, you taste the muskiness of Opie Winston. Panting up at him, you give him the sweetest smile. “Well that was nice. I’m glad I was able to get off.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #grymrayven #da au #da au thot #da au chat #dau #owin everett levinson #opie winston #opie winston x reader #opie winston x photographer!reader #opie winston smut #Opie's blossom

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peakdeer · 2 years ago

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Day 7 - Sunflower

Sausage hummed energetically as he plunged his shovel into the soft dirt, using his foot to push the blade down further before tilting the shovel back and scooping the dirt away. It was a kind of familiar silence, in which he and Pearl, who stood only a few feet away, said nothing but still felt like they were being companionable. Sausage liked that; that he didn’t have to talk to be heard or get his point across. He didn’t need to explain or defend anything, he could just dig. He stepped away from the hole and began another, eyeing the sunflowers to ensure that the hole was deep enough.

“The ducklings are going to love these fields when we’re done with them,” Pearl commented, not a drop of sweat on her brow despite the hard work and the burning sun. It wasn’t like those could daunt her— she worked harder than this every morning, before the sun had even fully risen, and she worked until the sun set, supplying her people with food. No amount of heat or cold could dissuade her from her daily schedule. “When the sunflowers drop their seeds, they’re all going to flock to these hills for an all-you-can-eat feast.” Sausage liked the sound of Pearl’s voice, her distinct Helianthian tone and slang.

“Ooh! The ducklings! You need to show me them, Pearl! I need little baby ducklings in my life. They’re so soft and small and huggable. I think you should build an aviary! A little aviary to house all your little birds that I can come visit! Oh! I could even give you some raven chicks if you built an aviary!” Sausage rambled excitedly, remembering the time when he’d been eight, bored and bitter and upset by his father’s feet, and she had come up and asked if he’d wanted to see her ducklings. He hadn’t known at the time that she met her ducklings in Gilded Helianthia, and they ended up trekking all the way to Pearl’s home to see them, much to the dismay of his father. It had been one of the best days of his childhood.

“Oh, that’s a good idea! I could collect a few birds from each empire! I know the Undergrove’s known for woodpeckers, and the Lost Empire is known for parrots… I don’t think the Ocean Empire has any birds, though maybe seagulls? Seagulls are funky little creatures,” Pearl agreed, tapping the soil thoughtfully with her shovel as if she were already planning her aviary. “The Overgrown’s known for doves and swans, I’m pretty sure. The Crystal Cliffs and the Grimlands aren’t really known for birds, but maybe crows? I feel like that’s something they would use. Fwhip would, at least. Just different enough to not be ravens, but still black and goth-y.” That earned a laugh from Sausage. Fwhip would never have the same messenger bird as Sausage, but redstone be damned if he didn’t have a goth-like bird. “Scott has his evels, of course. It would be very hard to trade for them, but I’m sure there’s something I could offer… or I could declare war on him. I wonder if the Elven King is good at sparring?” Pearl’s sentences went on without stopping, from one thought to the next without discarding the one before it. She seemed excited at the prospect of a new enemy, the thrill appealing to her love of fighting. Scott was no match for Pearl, of course, but he wasn’t a terrible fighter. “Joel doesn’t have birds, but I could use a chicken to represent him, just for funsies.” Sausage almost choked there—that would be the funniest thing, and also more likely to cause a war than even stealing one of Scott’s evels. “Pixandra has ostriches, but that’s about it. Ostritches are deadly, though, I think it would be fun to have one. Jimmy has about as many birds as the Ocean Empire, but maybe a kingfisher? That could work. Then some ducklings and my little goosie, and your raven, and wooh! I have one of every bird!”

Sausage nodded in agreement, leaning back and wiping the sweat from his brow. “It’d be even more popular than Lizzie’s zoo,” he joked. Pearl laughed, both at his joke and how he was already tired after only a few hours of digging holes for sunflowers.

“Don’t wear yourself out already! We still need to plant them, silly,” She chuckled, scooping up one of the sunflowers by the roots.

“I’m a weakling, Pearl, don’t you remember?” He gave her his best doe eyes, holding his hand dramatically against his chest. “I don’t have the strength to pick up a sunflower! Not after what you said last week!”

“Oh, I’ll stop calling you a weakling when you stop being one,” Pear teased, smiling at his little grumble at the words. “Now pick up a sunflower and get moving! They’re not going to plant themselves!”

Sausage rolled his eyes and laughed, irritation already forgotten. He gently lifted a sunflower, holding one hand under its roots and another on the lower portion of the stem. He lowered it into one of the holes he’d dug, making sure it was positioned well before filling in the hole with the dirt he’d collected by digging it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pearl do the same, except much more carefully and efficiently than he ever could. It only made him smile more, though, simply happy to be here and be alive. Life was a gift, and more precious than he could describe.

#empires smp #emptober #arena duo #mythicalsausage #pearlescentmoon

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chiliiscereal · 4 years ago

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Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “I thought I’d find you out here.”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

Thanks for responding @crossbowking !!

I’ll do my best :D

Setting: right after The bridge is exploded by Rick

Pairing: Daryl x Grimes! reader because... fun lol idk he’s supposed to be helping Ricks kid by stepping up as a sort of parental guardian figure cause I’m a sucker for it. I just love family bonding haha. Also adding in when Henry and Carol visit Daryl for funsies

Summary: reader notices Daryl trying to close himself off and ends up following him into the woods before he takes off on his own.

Type: angst but also fluff

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Your dad was gone.

Just like that.

He was gone, Carl was gone, and so was the bridge that he thought would bring the Alexandrians and Saviors together.

That day was the first time you’d seen your dads best friend cry. Unfortunately, Daryl was gone before you could even talk to him. He’d walked into the woods. Alone.

You thought you’d give him some time. Everyone needed to grieve after all, and you knew Daryl did that best by himself. That’s what he did when Merle died.

But you weren’t that kind of person. You needed to be with people. You needed to feel less alone or else you’d crumble. Michonne was nowhere to be found. She’d been a good mother figure, but right now you had no idea which direction she even went in.

So you went out into the woods after Daryl when he didn’t come back two days later.

If Michonne were there she’d have stopped you and said you were too young to go out alone.

But your dad was dead and his brother was missing. So you went ahead anyway.

You walked quietly along the crunchy forest floor to where your dad had that work site set up. Maybe he’d be there. Wasn’t that where he last saw your father before things went south?

You were answered when you saw the light of a small fire illuminating the small bit of forest.

There sat the man himself, smoking a cigarette.

He scared you when you first met him. He’d been sitting at the fire with his brother much like how he was doing it now. Being only seven at the time, you thought he would be terrifying.

But he was the one who brought you home to your dad when you and Sophia got lost in the woods. He was there when you and Beth had lost the prison. He always made sure you returned safely to your family, taking on the role of almost an uncle.

He’d seemed so strong then.

Now he just looked... broken.

Lost.

“I knew I’d find you here.” You said quietly, catching his attention.

He drifted his gaze back to the fire quietly. “Ya ‘sposed ta be our here alone?”

You shrugged and sat down next to him. “Beats being alone back home. I can’t find Michonne, and Rosita’s taking care of Judith.”

You had no idea what else you should say. Should you just bring up your dad right away? Ease into the tough conversation? Ignore it completely?

Daryl said nothing.

“I guess Judith and I are the last of the Grimes family.” You pulled your knees to your chest, waiting to see if the man would respond.

Nothing.

“What do we do now?” You tried again. Maybe he’d react to a question.

Absolutely nothing again.

You turned to watch him, noticing the tears he was trying to hide by swiping them away quickly.

“It’s okay to miss him.” You told him softly. “He was your brother. You don’t need to hide your sadness.”

He glanced at you but still stayed quiet.

“Are you gonna close yourself off again?” You couldn’t help but blurt it out. “Because we can’t lose anymore family, okay? You have to be here with us or I don’t know how we’re gonna survive.”

He nodded softly. “I know.” He said, voice coming out raspy.

“Then why won’t you say anything? Or look at me?” Tears rolled down your face.

Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away from the fire. “Cause ya look so damn much like your father. Every time I see ya I see him blowin’ up that damn bridge.” He looked up at the sky, trying to blink away his tears.

“So you’re just gonna pretend I’m not even here?” You crossed your arms. “Everyone in Alexandria needs you. Judith needs you! Michonne needs you! I need you! I lost almost all of my family already! Don’t make me lose you as well!” Tears fell faster and faster down your face.

He pulled you into a hug quickly. “m’sorry, kid.”

You wrapped your arms around him as well. “Please don’t leave us! I don’t think I can take losing any more people!”

“Shit, kid, I ain’t even made sure yer alright. Even after yer old man...” he tightened his grip. “And yer brother... and mom...”

“We’re a broken family. I know. Just... don’t break it anymore than it already is?” You pleaded.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back, kid.”

“Then let me come with you!” You released him. “I know you’re trying to find my dad and see if he’s not actually dead! Or at least to find his body!”

“I can’t-.”

“Please. I need this just as much as you do.”

“Michonne would kill me.”

“Michonne left me alone in Alexandria. I think this would be fine by her.”

He glanced back at the fire, stuck in thought. “Fine.” He leaned back and draped his arm over your small shoulders, bringing you in for a side hug. “As long as ya do as I say, and listen ta me... you can come help me look for ya old man.”

You gave him a small grin. “Okay, deal.”

——-

One day turned into a week.

One week turned into a month.

One month turned into a year.

One year turned into five.

In that time neither of you found your dads body. You travelled all over, occasionally returning to keep in touch with the rest of your family.

You found a dog while you’d been out, and Daryl had taken to just calling it ‘dog’. You tried giving it a proper name but the older man even caught YOU calling it ‘dog’.

Michonne had been fine when you returned to gather more supplies. She thought it’d be good that Daryl would take care of someone else. After all, making sure you ate well and were safe meant that he had to eat well and stay safe.

Your little sister got bigger and bigger every day. Every time you saw her she knew more and more words.

You and Daryl has both fallen into a rhythm.

Wake up.

Eat.

Look for Rick.

Set new camp.

Hunt.

Visit Alexandria when given the chance.

Soon enough someone came along and messed up that rhythm.

Carol and some blonde boy.

A cute blonde boy.

Although, from what you could tell, he was a bit of an idiot.

“Would you mind if we stayed here before heading out to Woodbury again?” Carol asked, hand on the boys shoulder.

“‘Course.” Daryl nodded, wrapping the woman up in a hug. “Ain’t ever gonna tell you ya can’t stay.”

You watched the younger boys face carefully. He seemed... confused. Did Carol not tell him who Daryl was? Or who you were?

You walked over to Carol and pushed Daryl out of the way. “Stop hogging Carol! It’s my turn.” The man scoffed as you pulled the grey haired woman into your arms. “It’s good to see you again.”

She chuckled. “It’s good to see you again as well!” She pulled away and examined you. “You’ve gotten so big!”

“And your hairs gotten so long!” You laughed, holding it in your fingers. “I like it. It’s better than when you had buzzed hair.”

“Mom, you had buzzed hair?” The blond boy asked, eyes wide.

Your eyes went wide to. “‘Mom’? Did he just call you ‘mom’?”

She nodded. “This is Henry.” She waved him closer. “He’s going to Woodbury to train in becoming a blacksmith!”

Your heart panged a bit, almost feeling as if Carol had forgotten Sophia. “That’s... that’s great for you.” You nodded and tried to convince yourself it WAS great for her. “I’m glad.”

Needless to say, that night was incredibly awkward.

Carol was cutting Daryl’s hair so you were stuck with the new kid.

Did he even have any experience living outside the walls of the Kingdom?

Did he even know who Sophia was?

Who was he to come Into their camp and disrupt their new normal?

“So... how long you been staying in this camp?” He asked nervously.

You shrugged and tried not to look at him. “A while.” Maybe he’d go away if you didn’t talk to him.

“Very cool.” He nodded, hands fidgeting. “So why is it you and your dad aren’t staying in Alexandria? Or the Kingdom?”

Your heart felt as if it stopped. “My dad is DEAD, Henry.” You practically growled. “The reason I’m out here is to find his body.”

He held up his hands as if he were surrendering. “No need to bite my head off! How was I supposed to know you lost someone? I’m not a mind reader and you’re acting like a psychopath.”

Something inside you snapped. “I didn’t just lose SomeONE. I watched my mother die giving birth to my little sister! I watched my best friend walk out into the world as a walker after we spent DAYS looking for her! I lost my brother and had to watch him die after he was BITTEN!” By now you were standing, spitting at him your full fury. “I watched my dad get BLOWN TO PIECES when he exploded a bridge trying to keep walkers from attack out settlement! Everyone’s lost something! The only reason you didn’t know is cause you’ve spent your whole life sheltered in the kingdom playing the false role of a PRINCE!”

With that you stood up and walked off.

You knew you shouldn’t have snapped like that. You should have given him a chance. Maybe he was nice.

But he brought up her dad and called her crazy. He was so incredibly sheltered that he just expected to walk out into the world and NOT find it shattered!

You hadn’t ’t thought about your dad in a while.

Not really, anyway.

Sure, you looked for your dad every day, but you never really pictured him in your head while you did it.

Eventually, after a while of walking, you plopped down against a tree.

You stayed there as long as you dared.

Daryl has traps out in the woods that would catch walkers. You’d be fine.

After about fifteen minutes your racing thoughts were interrupted by the barking of a dog.

The brown haired animal walked up to you, tail wagging and tongue hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, dog.” You scratched behind his ear and buried your face in his fur.

Right now, you just needed some source of comfort.

“I knew I’d find ya here.” Daryl’s voice startled you. “Dog lead me right to ya.”

You didn’t even bother looking away from Dog. “Yeah, he’s a snitch.”

Daryl plopped down beside you in the grass. “Gonna tell me why ya yelled at Henry?”

You shook your head. “I don’t feel like it.”

“Well yer gonna tell me anyway.”

“He’s just... so incredibly sheltered! He was acting like nobody in this world has lost anybody! And when I got mad he called my a psychopath!” You held Dog closer. “I didn’t mean to snap at him. I couldn’t help it.”

Dog licked your cheek quietly.

“Kid, is this really about yer dad?” He placed a hand on your shoulder softly.

You nodded, still unable to break away from the furry animal cuddled against you.

“I know ya miss him an’ the rest ‘a yer family like hell.” He consoled. “I miss ‘em to. But ya can’t just snap at people like that. Ya still got family left.”

“That’s what you thought when you tried to leave me alone.” You grumbled.

“I thought I said no more snappin’ at people.”

“What are you, my dad?”

“Might as well be.” He stated. “Like it or not, yer my family now.” He squeezes your shoulder gently. “So ya gonna get yer face outta Dogs fur or ya just gonna stay there forever?”

You sniffed and reluctantly released Dog. “Ideally, is like to stay there forever.”

He chuckled dryly. “Ya can’t though. Ya got a life to live.”

“I know.”

“Come on then,” he stood up and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go get dinner then.”

You nodded and let him pull you into a hug. “Okay.”

You just wanted to stay like that forever.

But Daryl was right.

You had a life to live.

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bornspellcaster · 3 years ago

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(I did a couple’s meme for Bill and Kiki for funsies lmao Now Bill isn’t my muse so I don’t know how he’d react, this is just my interpretation of how I imagine they’d play these roles. @the-trxangle-guy )

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

Kiki and then she gets pissed off at the door and blasts it with her new staff.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

I don’t see either of them really doing that but Kiki if she got lovesicky enough might find herself absently doodling them while she’s supposed to be doing paperwork. Steve and Wrath tease her and she flushes hard and hits them.

:readmore:

Who starts tickle fights

I mean both probably. Kiki is mischievous and Bill is Bill, but like is Bill even capable of being ticklish? lmao that would be cute as hell. I feel like Kiki’s lungs wouldn’t function the same way ever again if she was stupid enough to start a tickle fight with Bill. Cipher. This is Bill after all.

Who starts pillow fights

Bill probably turns the pillows alive to give himself some advantage.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with an affectionate smile

Bill maybe, he can be sweet with her and watching her sleep is cute. Her nose whistles.

Who mistakes salt for sugar

Bill switches it intentionally on her.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am

Bill probably to mess with her

Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines

Bill, not to be romantic so much as to make her cringe, and laugh too

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

Kiki. She goes feral when it’s moved.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Bill with his creepy eye mouth. Does it deliberately in front of her to gross her out.

Who buys candles for dinner even though there’s no special occasion

Kiki. She loves the scented ones

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Bill obviously, Kiki can’t with him. She probably can’t stay still for it though and won’t stop giggling and snorting.

Who comes home with a new souvenir every time they go on vacation

Both of them. Bill probably has all sorts of twisted stuff to give her lmao

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

Kiki. She thinks they’re stupid but kinda cute and fun

#(have a dark thought i’m right beside you; a casual whisper just to guide you | billamora)#the trxangle guy #(loyal little house spirit | kikimora)#(meme tag pending)

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altr5312916195 · 3 years ago

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The Ghoul Boys' Pizza Party

“I can’t believe I let you dupe me into coming to a children's pizza place, Ryan. You really got me on this one.”

Shane told his partner as they stood outside of the abandoned building.

“Okay, yes it’s an odd place to be, but you know there’s been some stories since the opening of Freddy’s.”

“Oh, do tell.”

Shane said, feigning interest as they approached the doors.

“There’s legends of child murders, shady business and family affairs. A few of the restaurants went up in flames.”

Ryan explained. The pair walked up to the doors with the owner, and their crew behind them. The man unlocked the doors.

“Not this one though?”

“Not this one.”

Ryan confirmed as the man pushed the doors open.

“Have fun dudes, I’ll see you at six.” He chuckled.

He handed them pale blue button ups, a golden security badge sitting on top of the folded shirt.

“Great!

Let’s try not to die in a fire.”

Shane said, as he pulled on his shirt, fastening the badge to it.

“No promises.”

Ryan told him, being the first to step inside, buttoning his shirt.

“Oh look at the confidence!

The swagger ole’ Bergara has tonight.”

Shane chuckled as he walked behind.

The door clicked behind the crew as the owner locked them in for the night.

“I got a good feeling about this one.”

Ryan looked back at Shane with a smile.

“As in we’ll find some ghosts, or we’ll be ghoul free and you’ll go home and sleep well?”

“I’m not so sure yet.”

He noted, while dragging his hand across the damp wall. He found some light switches along the way and flicked them on. The overheads failed to power up, but the stage lights flickered on.

“Oh I truly hate that.”

Shane noted as the stage lit up, getting a good look at some tattered animatronics.

“Yeah that’s.. Not what you want to see.”

The Boys stepped to the edge of the stage, while the big three loomed over them.

“So tell me about the lore here. What are we looking at, I seem to recall child murder.”

Shane broke the silence.

“Yes! Lore..”

Ryan broke out of his trance and looked to Shane.

“Fredbear’s Family Diner opened in the early 70’s.”

“Oh they beat Chuck E?”

“Sure did.”

“The old cheese miser, they beat em to it.”

‘No one said they did a good job though.”

“Oh of course not..

Child murder isn’t good for the business,

Ryan c’mon! You should know that.”

“Hey, don’t jump ahead now hold on. So the little restaurant does well on it’s own for a time. It’s owned by one guy, guy decides it’s time to branch out.”

*chuckles* “Does guy have a name?”

“He does.”

*Gasp* “He does!”

“It’s Henry.”

“Henry, no last name?”

*laughs*

That is correct.”

“Oh that’s- *laughs* Wonderful.”

“Right so he teams up with this man.”

“Oh a partnership!

Does he have a name?”

“William Afton.”

“A last name too! What a lucky guy!”

*chuckles* “His full name is in the police report”

“But not Henry’s? He builds this business

From ground up and they don’t even give him

A proper name. What horse shit.”

“The disrespect is real.”

“It is!”

“It gets more real when you find out Afton’s

Pinned for henry’s daughter’s murder.”

*Laughs* “What? No you’re

Fucking with me.”

“Shane, I'm so serious.”

“Stop.”

“Honest to god.”

“That douche, that british douche!”

“Wha- *wheeze*

Why’s he a brit?”

“I just get the vibes.”

Ryan laughed it off, but continued on as they walked the table filled room.

“Freddy Fazbear’s opens about late 70’s right?”

“Things are going steady? No dead kids?”

“No dead kids, then!”

*chuckles* “Oh no..”

“See this is when Henry’s daughter goes missing.

Charlie.”

“That’s her name?”

“Charlette, yeah.”

“Oh okay, that douche Afton kills her.”

“Exactly, and hides her body

In one of the suits.”

“No!”

*nods* “Henry builds these things

And ole Afton thinks it’s a burial ground.”

“What a dick. That’s a new level

Of disrespect Ryan.”

“But wait! *laugs*

He kills five more kids.”

*laughs* “Ryan, that's not funny.”

“Shane, you're laughing too.”

“Well of course! Your delivery

Was so nonchalant.”

*laughs* “So five more kids.”

“Into the suits?”

“Yep.”

“Unrelated to Charlie?”

“Exactly.”

“But why?”

“He never told.”

“So he was taken in for this?”

“Then released because

They never found the bodies.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No, and then after Henry..

Well he kills himself.”

“Henry did? Oh god..”

“Right, Afton takes the rights.

Opens a new Freddy’s.”

“That douche bag..

He’s evil Ryan.”

“Truly, it’s scary.

But he opens this place,

Circus Baby’s.

His own daughter dies by

His animatronic, Baby.”

“That’s Karma.”

“You’d think.

You know his son dies too.”

“Who let this man have kids?”

“His dead wife..”

“OH MY GOD” *laugs*

“How’d she die?”

*laugh* “I’ll give you two guesses.”

“Sweet Satan.

Man’s got the worst luck.”

“Well, yknow

Maybe don’t murder children for funsies.”

“Fair point.”

There was a metallic creek behind them as they walked the restaurant.

*soft chuckle*

“Oh no..”

“I-

I’m not turning around.”

*laughs* “Please do,

We’ll turn around together.”

*Deep breath*

“Okay.”

“One.”

“Two..”

“Three.” The boys turned to face the stage once again.

“Ryan the bear moved.”

“Freddy.”

“Oh, Mr Fazbear himself.”

“The big man..”

Freddy’s eyes glinted as they shifted to gaze at Shane and Ryan.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Shane.. There’s a child in there.”

“A real one?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Can’t be.”

“What?”

“I said what I said.”

“I- wha-

Alright, okay.”

“Can we sit, and finish the story?”

“You’re not scared?”

“No.”

Shane simply told him, and pulled out a dusty chair. Ryan sat next to him, and sighed. Though his eyes often darted between Shane, and Freddy.

“Fine..

So Afton has a few restaurants running.”

“Despite Henry killing himself.

Got it. Douche.”

“Well the first Freddy’s shuts down.

Not because of missing kids, but faulty walk around suits.”

“Faulty walk around suits,

What did a worker almost die

While handing out cake?”

Ryan starred at his partner silently. Shane laughed.

“They did?”

“That’s when they finally bring Afton in.”

“And then let him go?

Five kids, dead.

Business partner, dead

Worker, dead.

They let him go.”

“It’s insane, but yes.

So they shut the first Freddy’s down.”

“This one, right?

They rebuilt it in the 90s right?”

“Yeah, some things happened in between.

Five kids, spring lock accident, bite of 87’.”

“A kid bit someone?”

“An animatronic bit a security guard.”

“Oh.. Oh well that’s us tonight.”

Shane gestured to the pale blue shirt, gold badge shining in the dim light of their flashlights.

“That’s.. Foreboding.”

“Unfortunately, yeah.

You know they’ve gone through

Team of animatronics

After team of animatronics.

They finally decide to put it all to rest.”

“Everything closes down?”

“All of it.

Years later, Afton’s off the grid.”

“He’s dead?”

“That’s a theory.”

“A game theory, got it.

Now we’re here.”

“Right.”

“Let’s get hunting then.”

Shane stands up, and Ryan follows. He looks down at his watch.

“One thirty A.M.”

“Five more hours.”

Ryan sighs nervously. They move from the main dining hall into a hallway. The dim lights of the stage stay behind them. They turn into a new room, a small stage in the middle.

“Who’s that?”

Shane pointed to the red fur, and yellow eye that peaked at them behind a purple curtain.

“That would be Foxy.”

“The pirate.

Chica, Bonnie.”

“And a puppet.”

“Where is that one?”

“Storage.

Lot of people think Charlie is in that one.”

“Oh fun, gotta love living in a box forever.”

Shane walked to the tiny stage and reached out for the curtain.

“Dude! Stop what’s wrong with you?”

*chuckles* “C’mon it’s fine.”

He pulled back the curtain. A sharp creak rang out as the silver hook fell on Shane’s arm. He hissed in pain and pulled back.

“I fucking told you!”

“So the gears are loose, Ryan.

Shut up, I’m not dead.

Just give me a bandaid and an alcohol wipe.”

“We’re gonna need shots after this..”

“Oh please.”

Shane scoffed as one of the crew walked over and wiped at the cut with a small wipe, and slapped a bandaid over it.

“Good as new!”

Shane smiled, and thanked the crew member.

“Now, how bout a good ole spirit box?”

Ryan sighed, and pulled out the spirit box, setting it on one of the tables next to them.

“Alright Foxy, it’s gonna get a little loud in here.

Bet you’re used to it from all the screaming kids though.”

“Well he hasn’t been around em in a while.”

“It has been a bit.”

Ryan clicked the spirit box on. The loud shuffle of noise began as everyone listened in anticipation. Seconds passed and Ryan sighed again, disappointed.

“Nothing! C’mon Foxy boy, you got nothing to say?”

The room was quiet save for the radio channels shuffling.

Then something broke through.

“Save them.”

Ryan’s eyes widened as goosebumps hit his arms.

“No.”

*chuckles* “That.. that was the clearest thing

We’ve heard..”

Ryan looked at the tattered red fox and stepped back.

“Shane what the hell was that?”

The words “Save them” struck the cold air again.

Shane laughed, albeit nervously.

“The kids need help Ryan.”

“Shane stop.”

“Ryan they need you.”

“Shane it’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

Ryan picked up the spirit box, and turned it off. He quickly ducked back into the hallway.

“Oh come- Ryan come on.”

Shane followed him out. They continued down the corridor.

“Shane it’s not funny,

There’s kids in there.”

“You can’t believe that.”

“You don’t?”

Shane hesitated.

“No, I don’t.”

A dim light at the end of the hall led them to an office.

Computer screens lined the wall.

“I’m sorry I can’t find it

Easy to joke about these kids.”

“Ryan stop.. It’s fine. It’s what we do.”

They looked to the screens as they argued and Ryan stopped mid sentence.

“Chica’s gone.”

“What? No she’s no-”

On the main screen, the stage, there was only two animals up there. Freddy, and Bonnie.

A crash came from the kitchen.

“Is the whole team in the office?”

Ryan asked, and counted the members in the room. They were all there.

“Shut the doors.”

Shane fumbled for a door, there was none. Just a hole in the wall. He muttered in confusion as he hit the red button labeled door. A metal door came slamming shut.

“I don’t think that’s very safe.”

“But the animatronics outside are?”

“Pick your poison Ryan.”

“We are going to die here..”

“Oh stop! *laughs* We’re fine.”

“Shane I don’t think you understand!

So many people died here.

Kids, nightguards, shift managers. Families, Shane.”

“Ryan, it’s not true.”

Ryan shook his head, and turned to look back at the screens on the wall. Shane put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

“Come on, Ryan..”

He laughed awkwardly, while Ryan shrugged his hand away.

One of the monitors glitched, coming back to show Foxy in a new position.

“It moved.”

“I see that..”

“What do we do?”

“Nothing, we watch them.

What time is it?”

“Three.”

Ryan sighed, and sunk into one of the roller chairs by the desk.

“Ryan what are we doing?”

“I don’t know! Okay?

We’re stuck here until dawn. Let’s just ride it out.”

Shane sat down next to him, and watched the computer screens. The main screen glitched as Bonnie moved off stage, leaving Freddy alone.

“Shane, why do you think they’re moving?”

“They’re programmed that way aren’t they?”

“You think they do that at Chuck E Cheese?”

“Well, yknow..

I don’t know. I’ve never been in this position.”

Ryan shuffled around again for the spirit box and clicked it on.

Shane groaned and flinched as the sound screeched through the small room.

“Oh you love to hate it..”

Shane joked as Ryan shushed him. Shane pouted and sighed, leaning back in the chair. More banging came from the kitchen.

“Let’s eat.”

“Ryan.. *laughs*

Ryan the chicken is gonna eat us.”

“Shane..”

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.”

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Ryan turned off the box to hear them better. Things went quiet until something slammed against the door. Ryan jumped back with a shout, and Shane pointed his flashlight towards the window.

In the window a purple shadow stood smiling.

“It’s Bonnie.”

“I see him, Shane.”

“What do we do?”

“Everyone stay still, maybe it’ll go away.”

They both spoke barely above a whisper. Minutes passed as the bunny stood unmoving. Humming echoed through the halls.

“Ryan..”

“I know.. I-i know.

What time-”

“Four.”

“This is our purgatory, Shane.

We’re done for.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic.”

After what felt like hours the hulking form finally turned to leave.

Ryan sighed in relief.

“See?”

“Don’t jinx it Shane.”

“I’m sorry.”

He went quiet, eyes falling back on the screens as they watched Bonnie roam the halls. Chica had found her way back to the stage, Foxy was unmoving.

“Why are they moving? What do they want with us?”

“Stop asking questions I don’t have answers to!”

Ryan huffed out. He looked down at his feet, the golden badge glinting in his eyes as a thought hit him.

“William always came in dressed as a guard.

That was his MO.”

“And we’re the guards. What if they’re

scared of us?”

Ryan looked at Shane, dumbfounded.

“What if they are scared of us?”

“One hour left.” Someone from the crew informed.

“We have to get back to the front doors.”

A soft beeping began to ring out. Shane looked around for the source. In the corner of on of the screens a small red battery flashed in time with the beeping.

“We’re losing power.”

“To what?”

Shane shrugged.

“We’re not going to make it.”

“We’re going to make it.”

Something slammed against the door, a dent being pressed into it.

“We don’t get paid enough for this!”

“It’s Foxy, that bitch!

“Shane, you'll make him angier!”

“Yeah? Well he can suck it!

That’s right!”

“They’re kids!”

“Oh please..”

Another slam rang out, as the beeping grew louder, more urgent.

“Five thirty.”

“Shane what do we do?”

“We’re going to get to that door.

He’ll go away soon.”

The banging grew louder, and Ryan moved to cover his ears. He shrank back in his chair, eyes shut.

Despite all this he heard something in the back of his mind as images flash in his head.

It’s me

“Shane!”

Shane stood up, standing between Ryan and the door. The banging stopped. The fox walked away. Ryan relaxed a bit. Until the power went out, and the door opened again.

“We’re going to run for it.”

“We cannot do that!”

“We can.”

Shane grabbed Ryan’s arm and booked it down the halls, dragging Ryan behind him. Foxy wasn’t far off on their steps in the hall.

“Ryan run faster!”

“I ca- I can’t!”

He choked out. His eyes were on the small crew behind them, worried of who may be left behind. Chica met them at the end of the hall as she stepped out from the kitchen. Shane narrowly avoided hitting her dead on and led them into the main room.

“Look there’s the door!”

Ryan laughed in pitiful fear, and small relief. Until Bonnie stopped them in their tracks.

“Oh god, oh fuck.”

Chica, and Foxy had the crew trapped, the doors barely out of reach. All of the voices grew louder around them. Ryan clutched his hands over his ears, his eyes shut tight. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and Shane’s tight grip on him released.

“Shane?”

Ryan asked, refusing to open his eyes.

Shane looked at the animatronics as they circled the team. They were so close he couldn’t let it end like this. But he also couldn’t reveal himself. He panicked, his eyes began to turn a deep red as he looked around for another way out. But those kids, they wouldn’t get out of his head. They were so loud.

“OH JUST STOP IT”

He screamed, and they listened. The voices were silent, and Ryan opened his eyes. Shane grabbed his arm again and yanked him to the doors.

The owner opened them up just as Ryan and Shane made it back outside. Though Shane was prepared to barrel through the glass if necessary.

Ryan fell to his knees as they finally made it to the end, and laughed in morbid relief.

“Hey! You guys made it! Did ya have fun?” The owner smiled at them.

Shane helped Ryan up, and glared at the owner. He ripped the badge off his shirt, and slammed it against the man’s chest.

“We’re suing.”

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years ago

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BEST FRIEND!JAKE GYLLENHAAL HEADCANONS

notes: jake and you are bffs, that’s it, that’s the tweet! warnings: some mentions of sexual content, but it’s pretty clean and safe otherwise! the gifs were in a gif hunt so i don’t know who made them unfortunately! i suggest you listen to tongue tied by grouplove or dog days are over by florence + the machine! i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Your friendship happened so out of the blue. You were at the grocery store with a friend and you picked some product up, reading the informations about it. You exclaimed “this comes from Canada”, you know, as one does while realizing Canada is a real country and not just a fantasy where everyone lives in igloos and chop wood and like wish Justin Trudeau good night. Your friend shrugged, very bored, but you heard a voice behind you. “Actually, I have some cool theory about Canada. Do you know the Ryans? Gosling and Reynolds? Well...”

“Canada had sex with America and they made the two of them and they’re twins and they tried to eat each other in the womb, but they didn’t, they survived...” You both spoke in sync. You turned around, only to realize that Jake Gyllenhaal was the one radiating even more chaotic energy than you.

It was signed, sealed and delivered.

You two were painful to be around. You would go on some random conspiracy theories of your own creation (you know Strawberry Shortcakes, like the toys and the shows for kids? Well they’re just Bratz dolls except for Bratz dolls, somebody confused the sugar with the salt and they ended up without feet and with some very large heads). You would argue about everything and nothing.

It was a 0 to 100 real quick.

You could be watching a movie at the cinema with a few friends, staying silent the whole time until you got back in the car and you just exploded with thoughts about the movie. You two were screaming so loud the driver of the car had to pull by the side of the road to try and keep you quiet like two angry children.

That’s what you two were: two very annoying children.

In Jake’s and yours opinion, you never argued. You just shared thoughts with a strong passion.

You could call each other names, but you never meant the insults you were saying.

“You can go suck a fuck”, “Tell me Y/N, how exactly does one suck a fuck? I’m all years”

Laughter. You guys laughed all the time together. No, wait, you laughed and Jake just wheezed. You took him to see a doctor once, you managed to convince him he might have a condition because no one ever wheezes THAT MUCH but it turns out you just both suffered from a great sense of humour.

For the first couple of months, your friendship was so filled with arguments and chaos that your mutuals thought you two actually hated each other.

But it could not be more wrong.

Jake and you were inseparable. You’d do everything and nothing together. You’d stop at the convenience store, share the newspaper, have a karaoke night (you were two Britney Spears stans), buy gifts for your respective relatives (you suspected that your own mother preferred your friend Jake to you). You spent the Holidays together. New Years, Valentine’s Day, even Halloween. You would host Halloween parties at your house. There would be only the two of you wearing matching costumes you made with clothes and craft supplies around the house. You both looked horrible, but you ate way too many candies to realize it.

You were attached by the hip. Wherever Jake went, you were there too.

At some point, you lost your job. It happens to the best of us. So Jake suggested you’d become his assistant.

In theory, it was a beautiful idea. You knew Jake’s schedule by heart and did everything together. Being paid for it? Sign me up.

But in practice...

It created some sort of tension between the two of you. It was one more reason to depend on Jake, and for Jake to depend on you. You were two peas in a pod but you had to manage the new pressure.

During red carpets you were hiding behind the interviewer or by his sides, taping your wrist to remind him to go faster and cut the long analytical speeches nobody really cared about. Except for you, you loved how insightful he was and how he rarely showed this side of his personality.

He knew when you were tired to just sit and watch the same people win awards for similar roles they did in other movies before.

Jake would lean in and say “Actually, I think Meryl Streep is a wizard, like the nice type, and she hides magical potions in her purse that can make you fly and don’t even get me started on Julia Roberts...”. You were too far gone, laughing so loud during an emotional speech when a not very talented celebrity won over very talented celebrities that deserved it more or during a movie premiere.

You would hold hands. For funsies.

He’d give you his jacket. He’d feed you a spoon of his food at the restaurant. You’d give him a sip of your hot chocolate on a cold winter evening. You’d share your comfy slippers with him even if his feet were too big and barely fit in.

Life without Jake? You simply did not remember what it was like.

Your mutual friends stopped calling you two enemies. You were straight up a married couple.

You’d go grocery shopping together and Jake would push the caddy around while you guide him through the aisles. “Could make you this dish, I know you like it” he’d suggest. “The oreos are on sale? Must get six packs of them, double stuff only” you’d add.

You’d go on car rides. They lead nowhere: a dead end street, a bridge under construction, a small ghost town. You both just sat there and listened to music.

His hand would mysteriously fall on your thigh and just stay there the whole way back.

And you’d give each other shy looks.

And giggle. And chuckle. And drop your keys by the front door, oopsies you were all of a sudden clumsy.

And when the door was closed behind you, you stared into each other’s eyes and just shrugged before ripping each other’s clothes at the speed of light and fucking on the couch, on the kitchen table or even on the floor. The bed was too far away.

You both had seen each other naked so many times it was not intimidating. You knew he was handsome, he knew you were beautiful. That was all you guys needed to know. But there were new infos to take in consideration: in bed, you two were just powerful. So you slept together again.

Again and again and again...

It did not bother any of you. Your friends did not even find out about it. Everything was fine.

Everything was fine until you went on a date with someone else. Two times, three times... It was starting to get serious.

Jake felt so weird. He hid it from you.

He caressed your hair when you cried as your new fling just broke up with you over text messages. He fed you your favourite ice cream while you two cuddled on the couch, trying to heal the pain with a wholesome Disney movie. He helped you get in the shower when you were too sad or too tired. He supported you.

He cared for you.

He loved you.

And he told you.

That one time he helped you get in the bathtub after you insisted you could go to the gym with him and he literally crushed you not even five minutes in. You were sore and tired and you thought you hallucinated when you heard the words: I love you.

He thought he was having a fever dream when you replied: I love you too.

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goblinconceivable · 3 years ago

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oh ffs, i have feels but also head exploded

So basically someone liked a story I wrote a million years ago and mostly forgotten about, and when that happens I often reread the thing. (I can’t be the only one who does that...) Can’t say I’ve thought about Alex/Izzie since I wrote it, couldn’t even tell you when I stopped watching the show, though I think it was before her cancer.

Anyway I infected myself with feels for them again. And I dig the style I was using, 1+1 started a third chapter for funsies and should have stopped there. Because I did some reading and watched some clips and it’s all too much and when that happens I meta.

Usual mishmash, structure desired but no work put into achieving it. Classic brain dump.

Okay, fundamentals first. I am for now ignoring how Izzie/KH left the show. Because they had to exit her somehow and I’m sure Shonda was pissed at her, (or was leaving the door open for her return but I doubt it.) Haven’t seen it, if I needed to I could work it into my conception of their whole arc, but since I’m more critically hung up before that point, not worrying about it.

What’s got me messed up is that RIGHT AFTER Izzie promised to not go crazy, she... went crazy. Like, WTF was that about? I get that GA is all about the soapy drama, that is why I stopped watching. First couple seasons: brilliant. Downhill from there. But two things:

1) We never get to see these two happily together. One hot second and bam.*** Every. Time. Shonda allowed it for Meredith and Derek, but in my brain other couples got it for periods of time at the least. But these two, nope. And know what? THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN FASCINATING TO WATCH. I could delve into this and might swing back around but trying to hit highlights.

2) It set them on two different storylines instead of one. And Izzie got the short stick. Yes I can see how it works on paper, but not on screen. There are limits to the visual medium and limits to how much screen time they were given, which pretty much destroy the ability to nuance something this complex.

a) Izzie’s in her own world dealing with a ghost and is basically in two relationships at once (mental note to look for parallels with Alex’s exit and Jo v Izzie.) Except one’s a dream and the other is a reality that is still developing, yet she can’t give attention to. She has to fight every time to be there for Alex in the real world, and we don’t really get to explore her struggle. It often just looks like distraction and distance and him being second right after she firmly laid out that she cares about him.

b) Alex is in a relationship and is super happy and excited and wants the perfection he’s dreamed about to be real so much he’s overlooking everything that’s off. In his own little dream world I guess, but like, the whole thing skews into this being the story of Alex while Izzie is wandering in circles somewhere over in that direction, all serving the purpose of advancing exploration and development of Alex’s character. When did KH ask to be let out? If it was after this point, Shonda svcks. I mean, it is cool to watch him really blossom, but since he’s doing it under his own steam I’m left with a bad taste in my mouth. Because he’s not really in a real relationship. I want to see him get that, I want to see it for real.

***What IS interesting, I’ll admit, is that when they’re not together, they’re beautiful. Which is most of the time, so they gave me that. I’m a massive fan of the bittersweet, the star crossed, the never-quite-on-the-same-page, the nuance, the “it’s a deeper connection, a deeper love than just romance.” Thank gosh, it is time for excited thoughts. Because there is a strong friendship and mutual reliance and helping each other grow, pushing and giving hard truths and encouragement, and yes romance is woven through this but not the genesis and used more in terms of nudging everything along the path.

I love that Alex basically imprints on Izzie. I love that he loves her the whole time. But he’s willing to step back. He may get jealous and resentful and petty and scared and mean. But those are natural human emotions, Izzie gets them too, and they’re fundamental to his character and through those things he learns and grows. Izzie doesn’t make him. She entices him. Yeah, often directs him, especially at first. But at some point he’s growing on his own, in fits and starts, in reaction to his own emotions.

For example, when Izzie tells him she slept with George, he gets pissed, but also admits why pretty readily. And he tells her the truth, remarkably straightforwards. He reaches out to her a lot. And she turns him aside a lot. And he keeps loving. Even if romance is off the table. He runs after her a lot. Sits next to her when she’s upset a lot. Is understanding a lot. He’s different with her, and look I’m a fangirl, it’s a trope, I swallow bait line and hook. Which should be bait hook and line if my vague understanding of fishing is correct. I fished once, with safety implements, and still cried even as they removed the fish and popped it back into the water. (Okay I just reread to sort out where I’d gotten too and it’s hook line and sinker. Statistically someone will probably read this someday, you have my full permission to laugh at me. Anyway...)

The quintessential moment, the revved to 100, of course being when Izzie is clinging to a dead Denny. They’re all standing around. No one even looks surprised with jilted Alex talks to her. In a really caring way. And this is still fairly early on, wasn’t watching anything but their scenes but this had to be rare sight eh? (Mebbe?) And then he picks her up and sits down holding her and she clings and cries and like symbolism and could essay that but not going to right now because the broad relevant stroke is that Alex loves Izzie selflessly. And this is the pinpoint core of why I can buy his ending, because he can’t NOT love Izzie. I don’t think he even wants to stop. Though he can set it down in his heart and let her go and doesn’t pine. But he never stops loving her and it’s so many kinds of love imperfectly yet perfecly forged.

Forged. But also born. Stars uncrossed. I have emotions without words and if I try I’ll never get out of it to move on, so moving on.

(Oh, George telling Alex to talk to Izzie because she won’t talk to him about whatever it was. Isn’t is crazy that Izzie’s emotional squishy bestie goes to the emotionally stunted bad boy to help her because... it’s an understanding of the two-way Izzie/Alex bond, but also this crazy trust that Alex will show up.)

I love that Izzie isn’t blind to his faults, truly doesn’t like his faults, but has eternal faith for who he is and can be. She always saw him as someone with walls, once she stumbled on a lose stone and got a glimpse inside. She knows. She doesn’t always understand, but she knows.

Slight divergence from that line of thought, but its a great moment when they get together and he’s fairly transparently trying to make sure they’re in a committed relationship by dangling other women in front of her, and she’s a little ticked that he seems to be taking it rudely casually. Probably a bit of insecurity, but I’d say more that she has a long history of not reading him from the perspective of him loving her. Ie, 100% not recognizing that telling him about sleeping with George would hurt him. And doesn’t get it until he comes in and he’s dropped the swagger and it’s a “I know I’m doing something wrong and I don’t know how to do it right so help me” thing.

(Random memories of Sloan/Don from The Newsroom when she’s crying on the floor and Don comes in a sits next to her. I wuvs them too.)

I love that she openly leans on him, when he offers support she takes it. She doesn’t ask why, she accepts it and leans into it and is open to it because she trusts him because she knows him. The bits where she hates him tend to fall out of romantic issues, but when that’s removed from the equation they’re in sync. And the thing is, just as caring is fundamental to Alex’s nature, trust is fundamental to Izzie’s. And those two things weave into each other. Kinda like rats and the food button. When Alex reaches out Izzie she honestly accepts it, a “reward.” So he’s comfortable doing it again, and again. And when she does rebuff him he’s seen rewards come out enough that he doesn’t just scatter. And when Izzie trusts him, he rewards her with gentleness and care. She has the rougher time of it overall, because Alex is more screwed up emotionally, and breaks her trust more often than she rebuffs him, but that’s where Alex’s constant love comes in. But I cannot recall enough critical moments to have a cohesive proof, so I could be a little off base.

In my head Alex has always loved Izzie more than Izzie loves him, but I think my memory was unfair. There is a real constancy to Izzie’s affection, though I don’t think she imprinted on Alex as he did on her. She’s a different person, loves differently, has different issues. But my longstanding impression is mostly because of Denny. Who she truly did love, though the qualities of that love deserve exploration which I will not at this time attempt. And Denny loved her. The whole “side loves along the way” being a trope. Though usually “it ended in death/deathlike state” is given to the man and so THANK YOU SHONDA. Thinking of classics like Jane Eyre and Rebecca though I think both were actually crazypants first wives. And I do think female character’s side guys have a habit of dying, but it tends to feel more like a plot point to shut the door on continued love, whereas Denny remains a part of Izzie’s life.

At any rate, despite superficial similarities, Alex doesn’t hit the trope because his crazypants relationship wasn’t ever really about the woman: yep Alex got Rebecca, and Rebecca was crazypants, and it was a plot point to get him to the crying. Rebecca wasn’t love. It was never love. BUT

She DID, in every way, highlight what needed to be highlighted. 1) That he desperately wants a family. 2) that caring for someone, not just about them, is fundamental to him, (and ties neatly into him caring for Izzie all those sitting on the floor conversations.) and c) it’s not entirely healthy. Which is ALSO why thrusting his new happy relationship with Izzie into caregiver role is insensitive and undermines the relationship because it only makes sense if we got to see them both happy in the relationship first. And then we can see the quality of his caregiving change. But we didn’t. So bugger it.

I do LOVE how they let almost the whole next season play out he fallout of all that. Something taken slowly! We got to explore it. Did feel a bit drawn out tbh. But it just emphasizes the weight of it, I guess. Especially as it was a subplot amongst 100 others. This was their development for the season. Which was mostly Alex. But Izzie’s reactions revealed some things about her as well. Majorly dancing around laying it out for a close look and I don’t know why.

Favourite moment? Maybe Izzie putting her hand on Alex’s chest when he’s freaking out and telling him to stop, he doesn’t need to say any more. Because he’s trying to convince her of something, and she understands. And the trying to convince is shredding him, and she knows that. It’s a very loving and accepting “stop.” She’d already taken charge of the situation, for the good of the patient. She’d already taken charge because she knew Alex couldn’t handle it, he was too deep in something to see clearly. And she’s still in charge. She doesn’t break down and cry for him, or try to comfort him, he’s been thrown back into childhood and PTSD might literally be at play and what he needs, and she understands, is someone he can trust, who’s calm and gentle but strong and solid, to say it’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to carry this on your own. We have it now. Because when we’re little and in over our heads what we want and what we need is an adult to take the burden. And still the physical contact is comforting, her tone of voice reassuring. She creates a space where he can feel safe and heard.

Ugh, rewatching, and we’re watching him literally devolve. Stages of grief ya’ll. He’s using every tactic to try and get what he thinks he needs: being able to take care of Rebecca. He’s in denial that anything is wrong. He gets angry when Izzie grabs him, to the point of threatening to hit her (though it’s fighting words and not real threat, and Izzie totally knows that.) He dives into bargaining. She’ll be okay if he can take care of her. He can do it. He tries to convince her it’s true.

By the time he gets home it’s depression. Not just Rebecca, but about his mom. And Izzie approaches him differently. In the hospital it was immediate and she was “in charge,” and needed to be in all facets, but at home, with the situation taken care of, she’s a friend. An equal. Which is what he needs right now. His sticking point later is the crying, so I kinda wonder how he’d react just to having told her about taking care of his mom as a kid. Right at the start he told that kid about his dad, (dad beating up his mom and him beating up his dad) while Izzie was within listening distance and didn’t seem fussed. But it’s ultimately a story about him being manly and protecting his mom physically. Which would be why it’s several seasons in before this crops up - waaay more intimate information. Probably all lumped into one, with the crying as shorthand. And mostly that his past is a fact, it’s his emotions he wants to keep private and deny.

He clearly did try to drown his emotions with sex. I’m not sure it would have worked with a random girl because he’s way too close to crying to do much of anything. And obviously doesn’t work with Izzie because sex is apparently emotional intimacy and I guess comfort for men moreso than women, but it plays out as a desperate attempt to get comfort in a safer way. Bargaining again, I suppose. “Have sex and will be fine tomorrow.” But, as noted, he doesn’t get that far because it’s too heavy and he rather quickly is just sobbing.

Which is a lovely parallel to holding Izzie while she cried on him after Denny died. Though Izzie had no qualms and no massive emotional recoil because emotions and vulnerability are normalized for females Izzie is a particularly emotional person. And an inverse of all the times Izzie is an emotional wreck and Alex sits down besides her and offers her support and understanding.

Could also argue that Izzie just saying “I’m sorry... About Rebecca. And your mom” - it’s an emotionally intimate moment. Of understanding. She’s acknowledging the two situations, and isn’t trying to do anything about them, explain or push or anything else. Just make him feel understood and not alone and sex is the way he can respond to that. How to process that in a way that feels manly to him? Also notably Izzie does seem to be going with it, and it’s aborted because he starts sobbing. And is still saying “Please” which is amazing, because he totally was never asking Izzie to just sleep with him. He wants to make it stop - the pain, emotions, probably reliving memories. But also... stages of grief. He needs to feel it, so he can accept it. He really just needs to cry, and grieve, and not be alone.

And it’s like... this is where their love story feels epic because it would look so different if they didn’t have all the levels and layers of love. Take out the romantic/sexual aspect. Take out the friendship. The trust. The family. Take out anything and this can’t play out.

Who didn’t love moments like Alex explaining to Bernedette Peters that men sometimes need to protect their manliness in the eyes of the woman they love. And they’ll do shit things to protect that manliness, but it’s because they care. Which is obviously idiotic and while romantic on screen is very much not so in real life, but this is fiction so hey ho. It’s such a wonderful foil. Because the situation here was not that Alex took his pain elsewhere to protect Izzie’s opinion, but that Alex completely and for a long time shut Izzie out to protect his manliness, which is entirely counterproductive but the only option he could see. He minimizes his experience as a “bad night.” (I mean, if you remove all the adjectives, he’s not wrong.) He’s protecting his own sense of manliness to himself. He doesn’t like feeling that vulnerable. He let Izzie get too close. He’s afraid. It’s all a tangle. And it pays off when they come back together and he’s willing to be more vulnerable, almost, and then enthusiastically, happy to be.

*But it does reference when he slept with Olivia when he failed his boards. So yeah, he’s done it literally too.

Backing up a step to revisit season 5. And actually they start out close. They’re all out in the cold waiting to greet patients and Alex grabs a blanket for her. He’s not irritated that Izzie keeps asking how he’s doing, just obviously in a bit of personal denial. And they’re totally messing around and lighthearted and look at each other with their heads really close and it begs some questions about the interim, though I guess they just haven’t talked about it deeper than “are you okay.” And per the Izzie/Meredith convo I guess they didn’t continue having sex (probably didn’t have sex that night either). Though the way Izzie looks at him as he leaves, she’s totally concerned that he’s not dealing with it.

Ah yes, forgot - so they just kept his breakdown unremarked upon, the superficial checking in is situational because Rebecca is a fact. They don’t talk about it, it’s fine. Pretending it did not happen. But it’s as soon as Alex thinks Izzie told Meredith about it that it goes pear shaped. It’s funny that his issue is the crying and he’s the one that told Meredith, but thematically Izzie saying “he’s opening up to me” is sorta the same. Also awww that even as she labels them friends, there’s this little glow inside her that they got closer. Emotional intimacy, what’s life without it eh?

So also 100% it’s high on Alex’s mind. That he did it, and so too that Izzie could betray him and tell others. Their relationship is so beautifully fragile in that short interim. It’s this little bubble where he’s okay that he was vulnerable with Izzie because she accepted it and isn’t making a big deal about it. And he does feel super close to her. But he can’t take anyone else seeing him in a non-manly light. For himself, and it works in terms of Izzie too if it’s an inside/outside situation. I’m a bit stuck and going in circles. If Izzie tells, then Izzie isn’t taking it seriously? Doesn’t understand him? I don’t think he’s even angry at her, if he looks weak to others then she’ll come to see him as weak? Halp, stuck.

Also so, I’ve seen it remarked upon that Izzie tends to forgive Alex when she maybe shouldn’t. But part of forgiveness can come from understanding the other person. Doesn’t have to be, especially for little stuff. But for big stuff?

Oh, and so weird but kinda cool that right after that rather self-aware conversation with Peters, he specifically lets Izzy see him with another woman. Were those scenes meant to be inverted? Or is he going into this eyes wide open? Trying to prove something? He’s hurting her though, is it intentional? Because cheating, by nature, is secretive, your person doesn’t know so you’re not hurting them directly, though of course when they find out it blows up. But the intention to wound is not there, it’s an escape. Proving that he’s really fine and back to his old self? They are not sleeping together so this isn’t cheating.

And even after that Izzy just shrugged it off. Popped in to tell him they maybe are getting kicked out, tries to get an apartment with him. She’s holding on to their closeness and friendship, despite him being prickly. And then... he smacks her or whatever they were doing which is back to flirty, and not meaningful but notably guides her out of the elevator before him. Though her barb about STD did hit him. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to stop being rude at her, and her continued friendliness was bufffer space until he could? He does say hello at the end, but who was she talking to about having no one?

It does bring up an interesting insight. It is true bout not something I thought about, that Izzie could be lonely, and actually does get as much out of their relationship as Alex ever did. They are incredibly close. And I think George might be married at this point, and thus no longer her “person”?

And then into the cryptic speak about them, while the father/son organ musical chair thing was happening. He’s looking over his shoulder at her, glances up, unspoken words yadda yadda. Follows her out into the hall when she leaves. The freeze out is shorter than I remember, but look, they kinda always keep communicating because freeze outs do not feel right. And I’ve moved to a blow by blow but Alex is trying to talk profession, and Izzie doublespeaks the “emotionally stunted” and he physically recoils and stutters like “yeah but no, that’s not what we’re talking about” and yet is now there and talking about them too. “Okay, ... I”m trying to be- I am, but this” WHAT is he trying to be/is??? Trying to not be emotionally stunted. Is emotionally stunted (or doubling down on trying?)

This is just such a beautiful conversation. Because Izzie IS emotional and caring but she has a mean backhand. Pettiness, ultimatum, she can smack back as hard as anyone smacks her. And she’s coming from a totally reasonable place, because he’s going hot and cold on her. And you can see that it affects him, and that falls out from that same pattern where he’s trying to tell her somehing and she’s not putting in a ton of effort to figure out what he’s saying, but is focused on her own needs and thoughts. ‘Cuz she’s hearing something like “give it up, you’re not going to get what you want out of me.” And he’s trying to say “I’m afraid I can’t be what you need, because I svck, please don’t make me try and fail.”

And they’re convo through parallels continues, Izzie calls Alex broken and is like “okay I do it your way my caring for you is pointless and it’s all fine.” Dad calls for son while kinda dying. I know they claimed different thought process but didn’t Alex call for Izzie when he was shot? And the payout from the series of exchanges: Alex is yelling at his standin to just step up and show he cares. With a hefty does of potential regret. It’s a 180, hoping that the kid does love his day, as well as getting emotionally invested. His relationship with his father isn’t mentioned, not sure if it’s meant to play into this, because he has previously acknowledged that he regrets losing his father completely.

(But then 10 seconds later she’s going to go crazy and by avoiding treatment it’s kinda like trying to kill herself and just... poor taste writers, poor taste.)

Cue a moment where Izzie knows what he’s trying to say and rewards it.

Enter Izzie being a little obtuse, I know I covered this but ending my personal cannon with them getting together - Alex literally says “are we going steady.” He’s literally saying “you tell me yes or no, and I will do that.” Of course he’s trying to say “I don’t know if you’re serious and I want to be please clarify and reassure” but one of those literal ones should have been enough. But then Izzie does always push him, not always intentionally, to be a little more direct, a little more vulnerable, trust her a little more. And the result is sooooo adorable!

And brings to mind when Izzie was trying to ask him out for the first time. And it went a tiny bit screwy and Alex flips it and asks her out.

There’s just so much awesome. *sobs* And there’s probably awesome in the cancer storyline too but I do not feel I can trust it and also it’s going to run full into Izzie being lame and leaving and all character development out the window? And I DO NOT want to see her trying to come back and Alex saying No. Because what will I see in the middle that gets them there? They always say yes. Eventually. And season 16 when JC is leaving the show is a bit on the long side, even if I ignore the details of the intervening years.

Throwing everything at the wall and maybe I’ll be done with dumping or can at least refine things. It’s the little speech I’ve only read and don’t want to hear bcause not sure how he did his line-read, but when he describes how he imagines Izzie’s life. In how much detail, how much he wants for her, what he knows she’s capable of building. He’s saying it to Jo and I’m uncomfortable with the idea he loves her, even if the letter to her does leak a “love you, in love with Izzie,” and I’m fine with Izzie loving Denny and don’t find it a problem Jo is still alive because I don’t see Alex going back but the thing where if he looks her in the eye he won’t return to Izzie and the kids is upsetting. And it’s just the kids and insta-family which is enticing. I mean, he’s not going to tell wife he’s leaving that he’s always loved his ex in a different way or anything. But he’s also not lying. He does mention to Meredith that he can’t go back to Seattle. He’d stay with Jo then out of... ? Halp. The best I got is he’s currently in a dream and if he goes back to his life, where he was happy, then he’ll lose the dream and it will disappear on him?

Slightly nicer is the elsewhere expressed (Meredith) idea that he’d set Izzie as unreachable. Thus, in line with what he told Jo, he didn’t want to contact her because he didn’t want to make it worse for himself, and his happiness comparison was completely excluding himself from the possibility of being part of Izzie’s life. It’s all happiness of them individually, not together. But yes, he always wanted to reach out, wanted to hear her voice and he never had an excuse? No excuse but curiousity, and that wasn’t enough to take a chance, but this was an excuse and he took it.

And the idea that he knows the right thing is to stay in Seattle, and being with Izzie and the kids is crazy, but it’s what makes him happiest, where he belongs. Meredith’s letter read first, so in that light, he’s overexplaining to Jo. Also exposition. References that conversation about his mental picture of Izzie, which I think was in the context of Jo questioning his feelings for Izzie. It scared him because... ? He focuses on the kids. It’s a little at odds with doing this for him, and a little suddenly ignoring the fact that he’s In Love with Izzie and I guess his mental image for Izzie was also his dream life and he gave it to her. Though where he thought her kids came from is possibly an oversight. Adoption?

Because it makes it sound like he’s torn between new and old love but the old love has is kids and wins. It’s a free pass to perfection. But he imagined a “whole life” for her, which is a massive investment opf time and emotional energy on someone he hasn’t seen in forever. I mean thinking well for an ex is al well and good but this sounds a bit beyond that, where she’s not a part of his life but a part of HIS life, believing she’s okay makes everything okay.

I am also willing to take up arms and claim that “I can’t look you in the eye because I wouldt be able to walk away...” doesn’t mean walk away from Jo, but walk away from Izzie. But that’s kinda tenuous. It just... it sounds like if he sees Jo he won’t be able to leave her, which puts her above Izzie (and even the kids, though he can still be in their lives) and that contradicts other statements, or at least their implications .

Though fair point that there’s a metric of who you’ll give up everything for. Izzie would for Denny. In a sense, I hear Meredith got her back in the Seattle hospital and she declined out of respect for Alex’s feelings. So in a way she gave up her life for Alex. And never reached out to him but did respond when he did. She picked up the phone. Maybe not knowing who it was, or they all kept their own phones. And Alex gave it all up for Izzie+kids. I want to know he’d give it all up for Izzie alone, and the life they could have had.

Or is it that he wouldn’t be able to leave Jo because, as noted to Meredith, it’s the right thing to stay in Seattle. And he’s become a man who does the right thing. And sometimes the right thing isn’t what we truly want, and to get that we have to be selfish. He one perfect thing is in Kansas. And it’s the family. It’s a family with Izzie. And his kids. It’s the whole package. If it wasn’t Izzie, the kids wouldn’t be enough? Also indicates that even with Jo was not exactly where he should be.

I’m also going with “some clues in various directions to satisfy various viewers but really offending most of them because this is all 10 years ago and people are newer viewers or forgot or hated Izzie when she left etc.” But preponderance of evidence leans in favour of this choosing what makes him happiest over what makes him happy.

ETA: he has a life for Izzie in his head because if she’s not happy, he can’t leave her where she is. He sees her as an optimist, the opposite of him and good things happen when you lean in that direction. He imagines her somewhere woody because that’s where they lived when they were married.

ETA2: Izzie didn’t notice Alex wanted to be exclusive. Because Izzie sees the good in him, but she doesn’t try to justify or explain things. She takes him at face value (mostly, she knows superficial crabbiness is just an unpleasant personality trait.) Until/unless she has very good evidence to he contrary. And THAT is why he has to take an active role and go to her. He does have to work for the relationship.

(Briefly skipped to a scene in season 6 (avoiding that season) and he actually says “I can’t be your nurse” which is so much character growth. Because I was afraid he’d gone full out into caregiver mode, which is not healthy for either of them. He’s protecting himself, but also pushing her to face up.)

CODAS

Watched Alex calling for/hallucinating Izzie when shot. Maybe it’s a Miranda thing? After freaking out right after she died, about how he can’t live without her, his breakup speech was essentially about how he realized he could survive without her. He doesn’t need her like that. And he was really hurt by the really shitty thing she did, leaving him. Thus valid conclusion that they should part ways and he’s not caught in the love/hate. But at some point after that, per hallucination conversation, he really wants her to... come back for him. To love him enough to not be able to stay away and come back for him it’s funny because the best way for her to love him was the respect his wishes and not come back. I mean she doesn’t even say anything after he asks that.

Interesting point “we married...” It’s a promise. He starts with “I’m sorry.” His breakup speech to her - rehearsed? He’s speaking from love and hate all blended and I think he’s a lot more honest and self aware, and he’s almost always been honest with Izzie. So his dying speech was also fear based? He’s scared, he’s in shock, like, physical shock. To when is his mind taking him? It’s natural to have regrets after a painful but necessary breakup. It’s been months but that’s still recent enough. So on the whole, inconclusive except yeah, he isn’t over her, but he admits during their breakup that he loves her “so much.”

Also love his “frozen together in time... and now we’re not.” They’ve both grown and changed, and so has their relationship, but there connection hasn’t. That hasn’t changed.

So back to his Izzie speech, which is meaningful intentionally as in 300th episode, where years later he was wondering still about her, enough to create a good life for her. A happy, rich and full life. He imagines it clearly and deeply enough to add smell to it. Smell is heavily linked to memory and emotion.

As happy as he is with Jo. Maybe it’s contentment? Something missing for each of them but not something he consciously knows? Meh. Back to frozen. He has an image, a full rich image of her and her life. It’s immersive but static, a snapshot. And the him who looks at that snapshot is the same him over time.

Letter to Meredith. “It’s about me.” Which is sorta back to breakup speech. It was about him, ending the relationship. He didn’t deserve to be left. And this is about him, not leaving Izzie+kids. There’s movement and beauty in this.

Meredith/Alex talking true love. So I’m torn. Jo refused his proposal, and the question is if you only get one true love. Did he think Jo was a true love, and if she refuses him it’s not? Or is he hoping that true love happens after they’re married? Given the constancy of his love for Izzie, from fairly early on, even if he didn’t call it that at the time I’m pretty sure it’s indisputedly much earlier than marriage, and she turned him down all the time, which would forestall true love worse, right? Can’t say as I’m not watching any Jo/Alex, cannot will not no need don’t gotta.

#alex x izzie #grey's anatomy #brain dump #meta #why couldn't i just leave well enough alone #and mess around with a vignette for funsies and a writing exercise #and not actually look at canon #because now i have feels #and am confused #and there are barriers to my feels #but it's okay i will live in my own little AU #and remember and know more than i did #given it was many many many years ago #i mean over 13 #right after season 4 started #izzex

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brandstifter-sys · 4 years ago

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Grimm Day

Word Count: 1335 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T

Warnings: Misgendering, Food mention, attempted murder, swearing, curses

Dukexiety Week: Day 2 - Fairytale Virgil, a magically gifted sage, has a bad day, and upon visiting eir boyfriend, find out Remus had just as much of a shitstorm to deal with

@dukexietyweek

Virgil was tired. Ey wasn't invited to the grand celebration but eir siblings were. If a king and queen could invite their entire kingdom and 12 sages with fae blood, they could handle inviting em! Ey didn't care about not having the same fancy dishes and silverware, or sitting with the dutchess instead! But to find out that ey wasn't invited while that party was going on? They were going to have a bad time.

Virgil walked through the forest, hiding eir purple hair and pointed ears under eir cloak's hood. Maybe cursing the princess was a little harsh, she was an infant and she didn't do anything wrong. But it wasn't a terrible curse, just a hundred years of sleep.

Ey still felt icky about it, and ey needed to get to the one person who could get em to calm down, in his own special way. Remus was a unique case, a half-human witch with a wily disposition. He was never one to flinch at some of the more harrowing tales Virgil had, most of them involving some fae pettiness and anger. He was good at relieving tension and he was a support to Virgil when ey needed him.

But as Virgil came upon the cottage, eir blood ran cold. The door was open with several bite marks littering it, and the same could be said for the walls. The candy decorations were torn away and missing, and ey didn't see any animals in the area.

"Remus!" Virgil shouted and ran into the house, letting eir hood fly off. Ey needed to be sure eir partner was okay.

The cottage was a disaster! The furniture had been gnawed beyond repair and there were bits of wallpaper, torn and chewed, littering the floor. Virgil hated seeing the mess but ey had to find Remus.

A loud bang came from the kitchen and got eir attention.

Ey hurried into the only room without any edible furniture and noticed two things that were particularly strange. There was a giant iron cage on the floor by the table, and the back door was open.

Another bang came from the oven. Virgil paled when they realized it was on. Ey hurried and opened the door, not sure what to expect, but certainly not what ey got!

Remus was fast asleep on the bottom of the oven, fire tickling his form. He kicked his leg out again, unaware that Virgil was even there.

Until the sage grabbed his ankle and yanked him out of there. Ey tossed him to the floor and closed the oven, turning it off.

"Oof!" he grunted and rubbed his side, "Why'd you wake me like that, Virge? I was comfy!" Remus whined.

"Because you were sleeping in an oven, an oven that uses your weird future-y magic."

"Yeah, what else was I supposed to do? I couldn't open it!"

"Then why were you in it in the first place!?"

"Oh, because kids are assholes! That's why I'm never gonna let any pop outta me!" Remus laughed and sat up, brushing off his flame-proof dress. Virgil slumped and skidded against the counter to the floor.

"What happened?" ey groaned. Remus brightened and shimmied.

"Story time!" he cheered, "So after you left I was studying my spells and I was really getting into it, and then I heard a loud crack outside. So I went to check it out. And there were these two kids eating the gingerbread from around the front door!"

"So that's why it looked like that, and I take it they trashed the living room too?"

"Yup!" Remus wiggled his mustache, "And to think, I let them in to give them some real food! I turned my back to see what I could offer and they ate my stuff! I was still gonna get them something to eat that wasn't my house, so to keep them from destroying the place I put them in that cage."

"And that was your first mistake."

"Nuh uh! I told them to wait and not eat my home but they didn't listen. And while I was warming up the oven to make some pot pies, since I have stuff for that they escaped! And then the little girl called me an ugly old hag lady and pushed me in!"

"Oh gods, Remus," Virgil gasped and grabbed his hand. Remus laced their fingers together and shrugged.

"I'm lucky mom was a dragon witch, and that I make for an ugly lady. I make a sexy man!"

"That you do. You make a sexy, sweet, warm, welcoming man who won't be mad at me for cursing a baby."

"You what!?" Remus gasped with a grin, "Details!" He was so excited, Virgil had to roll eir eyes.

"You know how I went to see Toby? Well turns out xe was at this big festival, invite only. The king in the next kingdom over was celebrating the birth of his daughter. Problem is, he invited everyone else in the order. Some human crap about the number thirteen. I was kinda pissed."

"Of course you were!" Remus gasped, "Out of all of them, the one they snubbed was you! You don't snub a magical being without incurring some rage!" Remus shook his head and crawled into Virgil's lap.

"So I showed up and was like, excuse me? And none of the others did anything to stop me or King Fat-Mouth. He said it was an invitation only event. The whole kingdom was there! Invitation my ass!" Virgil huffed and crossed eir arms.

"Are we talking about your ass now? Because I can go on about that beautiful booty!" Remus teased and wiggled his shoulders. Virgil rolled eir eyes and shook eir head.

"No, not right now. Anyway, he told me to leave and I wasn't welcome. I told him off," Virgil said with a hint of venom in eir voice.

"Like you should've!"

"And like all the others blessed the baby, right? So I gave my gift. It was so petty and so overdramatic. I cursed her to prick her finger on a spindle when she turns sixteen and then she'll fall asleep for a hundred years. But that wasn't enough. The whole kingdom gets to have some beauty rest too."

"When she wakes up she's gonna want answers. I can only imagine how pissed off she'll be at the king!" Remus giggled and clapped, "Ooh that is a great curse!"

"She's just a baby," Virgil huffed and wrapped eir arms around Remus.

"You didn't sign a death warrant, just extra sleep! It's not so bad! I think you need a good cuddle, some pot pie, and kisses before bed. You had a rough day."

"You got your house eaten and you got pushed in an oven, and the brat misgendered you! And you're saying I've had a rough day!" Virgil scoffed and held him closer.

"I mean I need those things too, but since I'm gonna be kissing and cuddling you, it works out. I also have to fix this cottage. Hey Scare Bear, do you think you could magic it back together?"

"If I do I can't promise I'll make it gingerbread. I could make this place a castle and you want gingerbread?"

"A castle, huh? That'd make me a king. If you make this place a castle, will you be my queen? Or whatever title you prefer. I'm not picky!"

"You're a king to me already," ey jeered and kissed his cheek, "And I'll be your regent, sure."

"Oh hush!" Remus snickered, "You just want to get me flustered and then I'll turn to goo and tell you how much I love you!"

"Would you do that if you weren't flustered?"

"I charge for that. One tongue tango for all the love I can give."

"Guess I should say it then, for free. I love you, so much, my dragon king," ey hummed and kissed his cheek. Remus flushed and snuggled closer.

"I love you too Scare Bear."

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Yes, I went with “Hansel und Gretel” and “Dornröschen” instead of some classic princess stuff just for funsies

#dukexietyweek2020 #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #ftm!remus #enby!virgil #murder attempt tw #swearing tw #food mention tw #misgendering tw #magical curse tw #sandyscribed

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iridescentjin · 4 years ago

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Broke for Halloween

Summary: Person A and Person B have moved in together just in time for Halloween. Hosting their first Halloween party seems like a good idea until they realize that funds are rather low. Creative DIY decorations last minute makes for an interesting evening.

Genre: Fluff...comedy? maybe? I don’t know it’s just silliness

Warning: recreational alcohol usage

a/n: This is my contribution to the BTS Writing Cafe “Promptly Yours” collaboration. (this is unedited as always)

WC: 1.9k

Living with Hoseok had proven to be a lot more fun than you had thought that it would be. He was a friend of a friend, and both of you were looking for a potential roommate at the same time. You met once before you’d signed the lease on the tiny, slightly run down cottage that you lived in now. The bedrooms were tiny, the bathrooms were tiny, and the kitchen had very limited counter space. There was this charm about it and the overgrown backyard that made you fall in love with it.

Hoseok was an amazing roommate. He always cleaned up after himself and was a lot of fun to hang out with. Your lease started on October 1, and you were so excited to decorate the house for Halloween.

“What do you think about getting a black light?” you ask Hoseok while the two of you sit watching “Sabrina the Teenage Witch.”

“Just for funsies?” he asks, chuckling slightly.

“I mean...it would obviously be fun. But for Halloween. Duh.”

He turns to you and smiles. “Whatever you want to do is totally fine with me.”

You immediately pick up your phone and start to scroll through blacklights online. You sigh slightly to yourself. You’d forgotten that you need money to be able to buy things. While you had enough money to buy the blacklight, that would leave very limited funds for everything else. You had already told a couple of friends that you were going to have a party, without asking Hoseok, but you hadn’t really planned any details.

“Question,” you state toward Hoseok.

“Answer.”

“How do you feel about a Halloween party?” you ask, slightly tentative because you’re unsure what his feelings about parties are.

“Here? That would be awesome!” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

The two of you immediately begin planning. You’re in charge of drinks and decorations. Hoseok is in charge of food and music. The two of you immediately get to work. You look at your bank account and, much to your chagrin, realize that most of your money is going to go toward the drinks alone. Moving isn’t cheap, and with deposit, first and last month’s rent, you were pretty tapped.

“Hoseok...I don’t have a ton of money for decorations.”

“I wish I could help out, but with the food that I’ll be buying, I’m pretty cash poor,” he gives you a strained smile, but you can see that it bothers him.

You think for a second. You know that your party would still be fine even without decorations, but you really wish that you were able to do something to make it more festive rather than just a house party. Then it hits you.

“I know!” you exclaim, grabbing Hoseok’s hand. “There are plenty of DIY decorations online. We can use my art supplies to make some!”

You look down at where your hands are joined, immediately flush, and pull your hand away. You look away from him and tuck your hair behind your ears.

“That’s a great idea. Can you find some crafts online? I’ll do whatever you need me to do, just let me know.”

You smile to yourself, and something in your chest flutters a little bit at his words. There was no denying that Hoseok was attractive, but you know that getting involved in any way with your brand new roommate might not be the best idea. So you admired from afar, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

The next day, your best friend, Seoyeon took you out for coffee. You hadn’t seen her since she helped you move at the beginning of the month, and it was nice to just spend time in her warm energy.

“So how is living with that hot boy going?” she asks after sipping her latte.

You choke a little bit on your hot chocolate. You weren’t ready for a question like that, though you should have expected it from her. She had a way of being crass and straightforward about things. She often embarrassed you in public because you were a lot more reserved than her.

“It’s uh...it’s good,” you say, feeling the heat rising in your face.

She laughs and takes another sip of her latte. You can see by the look in her eyes that she’s not going to let you off so easily. You avert your eyes from her, instead looking at the local art that is hung around the shop. Some of it is actually really interesting, and you think that if you had more money right now, you might buy one.

“It’s good, is it?” You can almost hear her raising her eyebrows as you stare intently at an abstract piece on the wall. “How good?”

“Normal good. Roommate good.”

She laughs, and you force yourself to drag your eyes back to her face. The smile on her face is not mocking, but it actually seems empathetic. You are grateful for your friend because, even though she will make fun of you at any given chance, she is still caring and a good friend.

“Look, something is up. What is it?” she asks, her voice kind and caring.

“I just...I kinda grabbed his hand last night and felt - I don’t know - felt something,” you feel the heat building in your cheeks, and you kind of wish that you could disappear into the floor.

The look in her eyes brings you some comfort. “It’s okay to feel attracted to him. It’s okay to like him. I know it’s complicated because he’s your roommate, but you’re allowed to feel your feelings.”

You try to absorb the words and tell her she’s right, but in the back of your mind you know that it would be unwise to try to take things any further with the man you’ve only lived with for a few weeks. It would be great if everything worked out between you, but, you tell yourself, this is just a little crush. It will go away.

The two of you finally change the subject and talk about the things going on in her life. After a while, you split to go your separate ways. You head toward the craft store to gather your supplies.

When you arrive home, you have bags of various supplies, you shout out to Hoseok as you walk in. He appears in the room, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, looking slightly disheveled.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” you ask

“No, I was just napping earlier, and I’ve been kind of just lounging around,” he responds, rubbing his eyes slightly.

You lift up the bags and shake them slightly. “I got the goods.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon putting together homemade pumpkins, spiders, and creepy things in jars. Several times, your hands brush each other as you reach for pipe cleaners or construction paper.

4 hours later, your entire living room is covered in glitter, and you wonder how long you will be finding pieces of glitter in your hair and on your skin. You look over at Hoseok, and he has a large piece of purple glitter right on his cheek.

“Hold still,” you say as you lean in toward him.

You gently pluck the piece of glitter off his check, and the two of you stay there, heads close together for a little while longer. You feel the heaviness of the moment, knowing that you could lean your head a little further in and press your lips against his. You consider it, but you decide that ultimately, it isn’t the right time for that. Your heart flutters in your chest as you pull away from him and turn back toward your crafts. You wonder if he is having as much difficulty not kissing you as you are not kissing him.

Three nights later, the party at your house is in full swing. All of your friends are there as well as people you don’t recognize. You assume that these are Hoseok’s friends, but maybe they’re just crashers. The drinks are flowing, the music is loud, and everyone seems to be having a good time.

After two drinks, you are feeling pretty loose. You are standing with Seoyeon, looking over at Hoseok dancing in the middle of the room.

“I’m gonna do it,” you slur slightly.

“Do what?” Seoyeon asks, not following your eye line.

“I’m gonna make a move on Hoseok tonight. I want to do it.”

Seoyeon giggles with glee and claps her hands. “Yasss!”

The two of you are clearly tipsy, but that’s part of the fun. You decide that when he’s done dancing, you’ll approach him. You wait patiently, sipping your third drink and munching on the snacks on the table. Finally, he breaks from the crowd dancing in the center of the room and makes his way to the kitchen.

Seoyeon gives you a little push in his direction, and you head toward the kitchen. You try to act casual, but the alcohol pumping through your veins makes you feel even more awkward than usual. You don’t remember how you normally walk or what you do with your hands when you’re just standing there. Maybe now isn’t the best time. Before you can turn around and change your mind, Hoseok catches your eye and beckons you over.

You close the space between the two of you, probably standing too close to him.

“I think this is going really well,” he comments, taking a sip from his cup.

“Yeah. I’m having a good time!” you exclaim. “You looked amazing dancing out there.”

He chuckles under his breath slightly, “Oh, thank you.”

“Listen, Hoseok, I’ve been thinking-” you start, but you stop when you see Hoseok’s eyes move behind you and light up.

“Oh! Yoongi! Come over here.” He motions with his arm to a man with black hair and a slight frame who has just walked into the light of the kitchen. “Yn, you have to meet Yoongi.”

The man comes over and slips into the space next to Hoseok. He sticks out his hand to you and smiles a friendly smile. You take his hand, feeling how cool and soft it is in yours. Like everything else about him, it seems almost unreal. You’ve never seen someone quite like him, and you’re slightly in awe of him.

Hoseok leans in and kisses the man’s cheek, and you feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Yn, this is my boyfriend, Yoongi!” he exclaims, looking so happy to be introducing the two of you. “Yoongi, I’m so happy you’re finally getting the chance to meet yn! You haven’t been over all month!”

You can’t help but laugh to yourself. You never even thought to ask if he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. You just assumed that you would have seen them.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Yoongi,” you comment.

The lust that was running through your body for Hoseok fades into embarrassment and eventually laughter with the two men before you. Later that night, you tell Seoyeon how thankful you are that you didn’t ruin a relationship with your brand new roommate.

#promptlyyourscafe #btswritingcafe #btswritersguild #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #bts fanfic

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