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mewberii · 4 years ago

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Streamer!Scaramouche [2]

thanks for all the support in the first part! i wrote a second part where scaramouche plays genshin + the reader comes in (i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, so let me know if there’s something off!). you’re a close friend of scaramouche and also a voice actor!

i had been planning this since i wrote the first part, but because i was busy and uninspired i couldn’t finish it. but here it is and it’s actually pretty long (over 5k words...)! i hope you guys will like this!! obviously he’s a little nicer than he is in game but,,, for the sake of the plot + it being a modern au, it had to be done sjnfdskjf

He was selected to play the beta for genshin because of his popularity and tbh he really wanted to play it

The game hadn’t really caught his eye all that much when he first heard about it but he saw how everyone online went crazy over it (plus other streamers who also were selected to play it in early access kept talking about it) and he became more curious to know what it would be like and if it’d live to everyone’s expectations

However he couldn’t really play it until it was officially released because he had a very busy schedule, and when he saw other streams of people playing it he was,,, lowkey jealous because it did look fun

When it was finally released and the game finished downloading and installing, he went live right away

And since so many people were looking forward to seeing him play plus the game was getting so popular so fast, that stream of when he first played hit his biggest milestone of live viewers ever

ANYWAYS skip forward to further into the game

when it comes to the gacha,,,

we’ve established that this boy is loaded. he won’t hesitate to throw some big amounts of money at the game to get every single character and weapon he wants and get their constellations to the max

i feel like he’d make little bets (and it works as a way to thank the chat for the support) like “if i get (insert newest character) in the first 50 pulls, i will gift 50 subs”

he’d be SOOOOOOO LUCKY it’d make everyone who doesn’t play think that it must be very easy to get the 5 stars or that the drop rate must be very high,,,

so in the end he’d have to gift the subs and it’d be funny to see the chat go absolutely crazy because everyone is commenting at the same time trying to see if they got lucky too and got the sub

but the chat goes so fast that they can’t even see their own comment after they send it sNDJGDJSK

he’d end up turning subs mode on for a while because it goes crazy

and that’s when he’d see people going “I GOT THE SUB-” all excited and he can’t help but chuckle and congratulate them for being one of the lucky ones

probably another game he can use to play with some subs once in a while! they could play co-op and when he’s a very high level he’d go to the worlds of some of his subs with lower level to help them with whatever they need

SO, LITTLE SKIP HERE

this is where i want the reader to slide into the picture

you’d be a voice actor, and also you have been a friend of his for a very long time

he met you even before he started streaming and you were always so supportive of him, as he was of every and each of your dreams

in fact, he would have invited you over more than once to stream with him

people don’t say anything bc they’re afraid of scaramouche banning them (it’s happened before) + they understand it can be disrespectful... but…

some people lowkey ship you two a little bit,,,,,, you didn’t hear it from me. scaramouche don’t ban me----

so one day he’s making another livestream playing genshin (sponsored by mihoyo to promote the newest update and event) and they’re going to release a new character

AND he has told everyone that you are the voice actor of the new character, who will be introduced in the event and is also getting their own banner

so everyone is very curious of what they’ll be like, if scaramouche will try to get them (obviously he will, he has every single character…. the amount of money he has put into the game…. just thinking of it gives me the heebie-jeebies)

could he even,,, main them,,,,

spoiler: he won’t because he’ll stay honest till the end (and no hard feelings) but there are other characters that he has built up to the max just like them and still work better with the way he plays but he’ll still find a chance to use them often

he didn’t know anything of what the character you voiced would be like because you wanted to keep it a surprise and he knew his audience would enjoy seeing his first reactions

I think the character you voice in the game would have the role that Scaramouche has in the actual game, and their design would be fairly similar (maybe similar color palette) to the design fans made for him as a genshin character (the one i mentioned that he uses for popup notifs of subscriptions and all!)

needless to say he’d absolutely love their personality and the charisma you showed in their lines

of course when he finally gets them he shows everything about them including all their voice lines and he compliments y/n’s voice acting… that was the first time people suspected that....

mayhaps… scaramouche….

has feelings for you....

it’s in the soft gaze in his eyes,,, the gentle smile on his lips,,, his soft voice when saying “I think this one is my favorite line of theirs”

and just how BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL his laugh sounds when someone comments he should invite you and ask you to do that voiceline live for him and everyone else

he’d jokingly reach for his phone and be like “should i call them? i could”

(but he wouldn’t because he doesn’t want to disturb you, you may be busy, considering you still hadn’t replied to the messages he sent to you before he started the stream a few hours ago)

if anyone dares be mean to you saying you got the chance to voice act for genshin just bc of scaramouche

or implies that he did something to get you there he’ll get quite mad even tho he won’t speak up about it (he might if enough people say it)

people can see something shift in his gaze,,,, and he bans them permanently right away

it’d be kinda funny when he does those “reading unban requests” streams and he goes past immediately rejecting people who said those kind of stuff, not even reading the apologies JSNKJFNDSJKGNSDK

some people say he’s too strict about it but literally his stream his rules. people who don’t like him should just not watch him

and people who like him should NOT speak badly about you or doubt your talent and effort, which is what brought you that opportunity in the first place

one day he’d be streaming playing the game, he had been using your character and gathering materials to get their last ascension

and at one point he’d grab his phone and look at the screen for a second before putting it back down and saying he had planned something else for tonight besides playing genshin for a while

then, the doorbell would ring (before he could even close the game-) and it’d be heard from his setup room so people in the chat heard it and they’re all like???

it’s definitely not takeout because scaramouche never orders takeout when he’s on his own, he usually cooks for himself and just orders it when he’s with friends and they all feel like eating something different

actually, offtopic, but i have a feeling he’d be very responsible when it comes to food and like he’d cook himself proper meals all perfectly balanced and all- he could afford having someone cook for him but his house = his privacy and personal space so he’d rather do it himself

it’s like, past 10pm, so no way it would be a package or mail at that time

and then he says “we have a visitor tonight”

and then the chat goes crazy saying “CHILDE” “HARBINGERS” but mostly “Y/N!??!?/PLEASE LET IT BE Y/N”

AND IT WAS YOU!!!!

and omg you brought takeout--------

it had been a while since they had seen you in scaramouche’s stream and you didn’t have your own channel (even though there were many people who encouraged you to open one)

SO everyone was very excited

i feel like scaramouche wouldn’t be the biggest fan of eating on camera so you guys would put the food away so that you can eat it later on your own without an audience

and you two would just spend a while talking to the chat, watching videos

AND reviewing fanart and fanmade content together!! it’d be so cute especially fanarts of the two of you together, little animatics or comics of funny clips or memes from his streams of you two,,,

someone made a little felt plushie of the genshin character you voiced and the way you COOED because it was SO cute

only those who were truly paying attention were able to notice the soft smile on scaramouche’s lips and the way he looked at you as you gushed over how cute the little plushie is and how talented the person who made it is!!

also you’d tell him you saw signora make a stream where she talked to some of her fans on discord individually to give them advice on their life/problems (nothing too serious) and it was very funny and you wanted to do that with him someday

and he’s like “that… could be a huge mess. people could say some crazy stuff” and you’re like “NO but i talked to her about it and she said she got her mods to talk to them first and approve them before they moved them up to the channel where she was to talk to her”

and he’s like “still…….. what if people lie and then when they get to talk to us they say something-”

and you’re like “BOY!!!! DO YOU NOT TRUST YOUR FANS *GASP*” and everyone in the chat is also going “GASP” “HE DOESN’T TRUST US…” “IS THIS YOUR IDOL…..?” “SAY SORRY” (all good fun, obviously he’d love to talk to everyone if he could make sure there won’t be anything disrespectful said)

SO!!!!! you two say you’ll plan to do something like that soon and everyone is very excited, they can already tell it’ll be both super cute and hilarious

before he ends the stream, you two watch some videos together

some are about some upcoming videogames and he talks about them and what he knows and explaining things to you... he is.. so knowledgeable…

the way you look at him as he goes into a little rant about it… cinematic parallels with the way he looked at you before

ONCE AGAIN, people aren’t blind. they notice. but they keep it to themselves bc scary scara (the way i had to resist overusing this one joke with his name-)

so the stream ends and you two walk out of the setup room to go to his living room and eat the takeout you brought while watching something on tv

he apologises because the food is cold now, but you brush it off saying it’s ok, you had missed being on his streams and you two can just heat up the food again

he doesn’t look at you in the eyes as he mutters that you know you can join his streams whenever, and instead just says it as he makes his way to the kitchen to heat the food

you join him in the kitchen soon after and tell him you also bought something for dessert and put it in the fridge already before

and honestly he didn’t know how much he wanted to eat that dessert until it was in his fridge, so he can’t stop himself from sighing and saying “god, i love you”

there’s silence for a second, right as the microwave beeps as it finished heating the food

it feels eternal to him, but you immediately started laughing and said jokingly “of course you do! you’re welcome!”

he’s happy you took it as a joke because that’s not how he planned to confess (he didn’t plan to confess anytime soon in the first place) but at the same time ?? he’s lowkey offended inside because? you took it as a joke?? is it so unrealistic that you wouldn’t even think that he meant it romantically?

it’s at that moment that he realises that if he didn’t want to confess before, now he does.

he wouldn’t want anyone to know about how he let that slip because he’s sure no one in you two’s friend group even knows he likes you

but you,,, actually,,,,, were actually caught off guard too because scaramouche wasn’t precisely one for words of affection and he showed his care for everyone with his actions

in fact, you had never heard him say those words before but well- it was kinda nice- if only he meant it as you feel it- but he couldn’t, right? who’d confess their feelings so casually while looking at a dessert in the fridge with desire-------

that night, it gets pretty late and to be honest he’s a little too tired to drive you home as he usually would, so he asks if you’d like to sleep over

it wouldn’t be your first time doing so, not even the first time you stayed unplanned, and he had a couple guest rooms that you could use so you accepted

also, staying for longer meant you could keep watching some more of that series with him without worrying about it getting late

or,,,

“actually” you said in a low voice, almost a whisper, since it was getting late and you two had been in complete silence while watching the series “i lowkey still wanted to stream some more”

he scoffs but then lets out a short chuckle, replying in the same volume

“it’s past 2am, who’s going to watch me stream now?”

“i would” have mercy for his poor heart- “but i’d be the streamer too this time so it doesn’t count”

“what even would we do”

“can we play that co-op game you played with childe? it was so much fun”

had you not brought it up, he wouldn’t have offered that ever because? if he had recently played it with childe he didn’t want to stream it again and make it feel repetitive for his audience

(jokes on him because when genshin came out they put up with it being the only thing he streamed for over a week. they’d rewatch any game if it’s you two playing it)

but to be honest, he didn’t really want to stream anymore that day and just wanted to be with you, just you and no one else

he got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway, making you look up to him in confusion for a second, but then started getting excited knowing this meant he was going to let you play it with him

“i don’t really feel like streaming anymore today, but we can still play it. let’s go”

the next day, you two wake up around the same time and make breakfast together

scaramouche i feel is not very talkative in the mornings

in fact, i feel like he’s just not the most talkative in general. he’s more the type to listen, but it’s different during his streams because he’s doing what he loves and talking about what he loves

and when it comes to you and he talks more it’s because he’s talking to who he loves----

before you’re going to leave and you’re standing at the door about to say goodbye to him, he suddenly speaks up before you can

“do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?”

you raise your eyebrows in curiosity from the sudden request, but then smile at him and nod

“yeah sure! what do you have in min-”

“it’s a date” he said, interrupting you, which was weird enough of him (since he would never interrupt you), but his words were even weirder-

“h-huh?” you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, and scaramouche just repeated his words

on the outside, he looked so casual and just, confident- bUT INSIDE he was actually panicking a little bit

but just a little bit.

After a moment, you smiled at him again, this time somewhat more shily but also excited for your date!

“I look forward to it”

Just with that, you two knew you had made the first step

You weren’t just friends anymore

You two had hung out on your own many times before, in fact and as it was mentioned before, you two had even slept over at his house or yours many times before

but it had all always been purely platonic, and you guys had never even questioned that aspect of it even after realising you had romantic feelings for each other

he’d spend the rest of the day thinking of what you could do the next day, as if he hadn’t been brainstorming for ideas all night either

i feel like he hasn’t gone in many (if not any--) dates before

solely because he has never been interested in romance plus he had never liked someone or at least, not as much as he liked you

and even when he found out he felt something for you, he just always told himself he was okay with how things were, because he’d never experienced anything beyond friendship and didn’t feel the need to try and maybe ruin the friendship

SO he didn’t have many ideas of what a good date could be

he definitely didn’t want a cliché corny date, but he really didn’t have any idea of what was good enough for a date

(and if for future dates you want something he’d consider a “”cliché corny date”” he’d do it for you and actually enjoy it)

the last thing he wanted was to have to ask you what you could do for your date

1- because he didn’t want to show you any side of him that didn’t look like he always has everything under control and he’s always composed (as if you wouldn’t want to see every side of him, even his most vulnerable sides- you’d have to work on that with him when you two become official)

2- he… kind of wanted to surprise you…..

but it really got to the point where he really didn’t know what you’d like the most (or what he’d like the most too) and what he wanted most over anything else is to not disappoint you in you two’s first date

SO he finally texted you asking if there was anything special you wanted to do (and therefore indirectly admitting he……….. just really wanted to ask you out. so much he did it without thinking of what he’d do if you said yes--)

you didn’t seem to mind, and in fact you were happy he asked for your opinion

overall, scaramouche was very independent so he wasn’t one to ask others for advice, opinions or anything, much less for help regarding anything

“how long has it been since we last went to the arcade? we could go there! i heard from childe that they added new games!”

and he’s like !?!?!?? THAT…. is…….. the perfect idea

“that actually sounds perfect” he admitted, and the message brought a big smile to your face

“just don’t get mad at me when you lose at all of them” he sent right after, teasing you, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh out loud

“the last time i won in your favorite game” you reminded him, and even after he read your message, he took a little bit to reply

(he needed a second to put the pieces of his pride together SJNFKJDS)

“don’t get used to it, it won’t happen again”

“we will see about that” the more you two joked like this, the more excited you got thinking about tomorrow

scaramouche was sure now that it’d be a great first date that you’d both remember forever

the next day, it was almost the time for the date and scaramouche was going to pick you up at your house

i feel like scaramouche would be very fashionable and even in his style he doesn’t try to hide that he’s loaded…

not that he cares about buying cheap clothes, literally he’d say if he likes it and it’s good (aka it’s not cheap because it’s made of something that won’t make it last longer than 3 weeks) he’ll get it

but it just so happens that many times… the clothes he likes most are from famous brands…

AND THIS DAY!!!!!! he’s putting together one of his favorite outfits because it’s a special day

it almost hurts me just how nonchalant he’d look on the outside, making it a little hard to know exactly just how much this date meant to him (because as i said he’s not one to be very vocal about his feelings or even his thoughts)

BUT i trust that you… since you know him well…. can see past all that and you know that this is not just anything casual to him. this is special.

STILL!!!! he’d try his best to not let the blush rise to his cheeks and show, as well as to not let his voice shake when he complimented that you looked very good

ANYWAYS i think i think Scaramouche wouldn’t be one for big pda

the most he’d do where anyone can see is hold your hand or put his arm around your waist

WHICH IS WHY he’d try to be all smooth (and he would manage) reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours

he wouldn’t make eye contact because then he’s sure it’ll show on his face that he’s getting somewhat flustered, but he’d still ask if you’re okay with it, to which you said yes

the area where the arcade was is always somewhat crowded so when you two were getting there, scaramouche would tighten the grip on your hand a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t let go and you’d be pulled apart by people trying to walk past however they can

you know that if you two got serious about your relationship, he would want to be the first person to share the news with his fans

BUT since he was so popular now, you two lived in a pretty big city and now were at a popular area (+ scaramouche wouldn’t be the type to try and hide his identity because he’s never had people make a fuss when they recognise him)

you were a little worried someone would see you two and maybe take a picture and post it online and it’d go viral before he can admit it himself

because of that, you end up throwing back to him the question he had asked when he held your hand

“are you sure this is okay?”

your question confused him because he didn’t know what you mean, so he finally looked you in the eyes and waited for you to explain further

“it’s just- what if somebody sees us and recognises you?”

he looked away from you and back at where he was going, taking a few seconds to answer before he just shrugged

“i don’t care”

you softly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you waited for him to say something, and almost missed the way he whispered

“as long as it doesn’t affect you”

for someone who seemed and actually tried to seem to self-sufficient, who appreciated his friends but was also okay on his own because he was absolutely comfortable with himself, he was actually…

more selfless than people would ever know, especially when it came to you

you two would have SO much fun in the arcade, trying every single game many times

this time though, scaramouche won in his favorite game so he lived up to his words

you two won so many tickets you literally didn’t even know what to do with them once you got the couple prizes you were interested in

you bumped into a couple fans of his, so you talked for a while

once again, you were met with suggestions of opening your own streaming channel, and even scaramouche said “i’ve told them that many times too, but they always say they think their streams won’t be fun enough”

and the fans are like “NO!! literally everyone thinks you’re super nice and fun!! of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we’d love it!!”

one of the fans (exaggerating a little as a joke) said “i’ll be your number 1 fan i swear” and the three of you laughed, except scaramouche who just scoffed and smirked

“i am ALREADY their number one fan. but good try” <- scaramouche in his head. say it outloud u coward.

but at the same time it was a joke scaramouche chill pretty much everyone knows you’re their number one fan……. even though you think you’re so smooth………. they just don’t say anything

they were very nice and fun to talk to and you knew scaramouche and you didn’t really want anything else from the prizes, so you offered you two’s tickets to them

“we don’t really need these anymore so maybe you’ll have more use for them!!”

they got SO excited, the way their eyes lit up :( scaramouche is convinced you’re an angel but he’s also very happy to see how joyful his fans got because those were more than enough for the prize they really wanted-

so after that cute little interaction and having used up your energy for competition, you two leave and think of buying some ice cream or a milkshake or something to end the date nicely and to enjoy while you walk back home

the arcade was not exactly very close to where you two lived (it was far from your house, but even farther from his-) so he asked if you were okay with walking back or if you two should get an uber or something, to which you said you were okay

walking back with him meant!! a little more time you could spend with him

and he was happy you said that because he was feeling the same way and still didn’t want the day to end

we’ll see more about the kind of things he likes and dislikes if he’s released as a playing character BUT FOR NOW i really get this vibe that he’d LOVE boba tea

i even think he’d?? enjoy tea in general??? classy boy…

SO you two would end up going to get some boba

it was very touching how, when reading the flavors they had that day, he suddenly and casually went “oh, they have your favorite” and you looked at the one he was pointing at and !!! indeed it was your favorite!!!!!!!

he remembers this kind of details very well

you take the chance to talk some more as you’re walking home

scaramouche asks about your job with voice acting and you tell him that you actually have been recording some new lines for your genshin character lately because in the next update there’ll be an event involving them

he’s looking forward to it but he teases you a little asking if it’s okay for you to spoil him with such information

but it’s okay because it’s not like he’d tell anyone, especially knowing it could get you in trouble

when he drops you off at your house, he has a hard time saying goodbye

literally you’re standing at your door and he’s in front of you, a couple steps away, looking away from you

you don’t say goodbye either, mainly because you know scaramouche is working the courage to say something, and you can also sort of guess what he wants to say

you think of saying it first, but then think that it would make scaramouche proud to be honest about his feelings and confess first

“i’ve liked you for a long time”

you can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, unconsciously reaching a hand up to slightly cover it

“i feel the same way” you replied to him in a soft voice

he took a deep breath and exhaled it softly, finally lifting up his gaze and making eye contact with you

it was already dark outside, so you couldn’t appreciate the faint rosy blush on his cheeks well

“can i kiss you?”

your eyes widened for a second, not expecting him to ask and if anything, thinking he’d just step forward and do it

so you were a little embarrassed and caught off-guard to reply properly, so you just nodded and put your hand down as he took the last couple steps and his face was right in front of yours

he’d cup your cheek in one of his hands, feeling the warmth of your skin

you closed your eyes, and he looked at you for a second longer before he finally leaned in and closed the short distance that separated your lips

at that moment you both knew that you had been missing on so much more when you two just settled and were content with your friendship

but!! that was about to change now, so it was all worth it

after that, scaramouche would make clear that this would be the first day of your relationship!! and even if he didn’t say it with words, you could just feel his happiness!!

so!! after that, because of work you two got a little busy the next couple months so dates weren’t very frequent

or at least, they weren’t dates like the one you first had

but still whenever you two were free he’d go over to your house, or you’d come over to his to play, stream together, or literally just spend time together doing anything

he wouldn’t let people know you two had started dating straight away (if anything, only his other streamer friends -aka you two’s friends in common- knew)

but the day he said it, he wanted you to be there

SO one day you two were streaming and you were currently reacting to one fanart of you two together

so he looked at you and you made eye contact and it was like you two spoke with your eyes like

“do we tell them now”

“let’s tell them.”

so scaramouche would clear his throat and without closing the fanart, he’d say he has something he wanted to announce

everyone was excited thinking it’d be some new project, maybe involving you

maybe some merch??? and the fanarts had reminded him of it???????

BUT THEN he straightforwardly said

“y/n and i are dating”

and everyone goes aBSOLUTELY CRAZY

amidst the chaos, you two catch a comment saying “will you unban the people who shipped you two” and you laugh

and you look at each other like “did you read that one?” “yeah”

and scaramouche is like “yeah, i guess i will have to unban some people”

and when some get unbanned they’re like “fREEDOM!!!!”

and jokingly they’re all like “APOLOGISE!!!!!!!! SAY SORRY!!!” so he just laughs and you join them being like “!!! apologise!!! you banned them for it and!! look at you now!!”

so he ends up trying to hold in another laugh as he mutters a halfassed ‘sorry’ and everyone starts commenting claps and hearts and celebrating that he apologised. now justice has been made.

the rest of that stream suddenly feels livelier and brighter!! you two are laughing a lot and so is everyone in the chat!!

and also the new genshin event would’ve already just been released that same day so you can talk about some of your experiences with recording or what you thought of it

and scaramouche would let you play it yourself!! (he still hadn’t played it) and it was also the first time you played genshin live!! you’d show people the characters you have and everything and tell them some anecdotes

people would be SHOCKED because you!? don’t have the character you voiced!? D:

and you’re like “yeah… i pulled for them and used up all my primogems and… didn’t get them”

and your banner is back because of the event, so scaramouche won’t let this slide!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL GET YOUR CHARACTER.

your luck is terrible compared to his so at one point you’ll literally feel bad for how much he’s spending for you to get it

but he doesn’t mind at all and everyone is having fun so!!

and once you finally get them you’re sO HAPPY and everyone in the chat is celebrating

and you think it’s over but scaramouche is like ???? what are you doing?? open the wish page again. you’re going to get them c6.

and you’re like oh my gOD PLEASE NO DON’T SPEND MORE MONEY ON ME FOR THIS

but he won’t listen and he’ll do it

so!!! he’ll always do his best to be the best boyfriend he can be for you!! so you better give him your heart!!!!

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cyoc49 · 4 years ago

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[Based on an inbox request sent to me by @tfkinky ]

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In a particular moment of desperation, Hiram had made his way to a local witches’ coven. There, he had learned an interesting fact: there was an alternate version of Riverdale in a local parallel universe. One where life was very, very different.

After a series of shady deals with the witches, Hiram was taught a spell which could be used to completely rewrite the reality of an individual and slip them into this alternate universe. Only in his case, it would be two individuals.

Now, Hiram walked over to his desk. He had drawn a pentagram and lit candles as instructed by the witches, and spread out in the middle were pages from a 1950’s comic, showing teenagers living in the time period. On top of the comic pages were two photos: one of Archie, and one of Jughead. Hiram made small cuts in each of his palms, and held them palms-down over the photos. As his blood dripped onto the setup, Hiram chanted:

Little boys who think they’re cool.

Hot shots, now made into fools.

No longer swear, no longer act mean.

Learn to say golly, nifty, and keen.

Slick your hair and dance the jive.

Welcome to 1955.

With each word, the photos began to warp and shake as if they were water. Slowly the photos began to almost melt into the comic, until they disappeared from the table completely. Instead, the comics now featured two new characters: goofy looking 50’s versions of his former foes. The candles blew out.

Hiram smiled to himself. What fun they’ll have

Archie wiped sweat off his brow. He had been mowing lawns and trimming hedges all day. In an effort to make some extra cash on the side he had started his own lawn care service for the good people of Riverdale. It was tough work, but the money was nice. And he got to walk around shirtless all day, which was a nice plus.

As he threw down another bag of clippings, Archie heard a voice in his head.

“You’re a good boy, Archie.”

Archie paused. He looked around. There was nobody else on the street right now. Had he imagined that? He shook his head and went back to work.

... but even as he worked, Archie couldn’t stop thinking of that little voice. The phrase “good boy” stuck with him, and bounced around in his head like a lone thought running free. Archie had never considered himself one of those goody two-shoes guys. Given everything that happened in this town, everyone had to have a bit of dirt on on their hands. But what if he didn’t? What if he had the chance to do better, wash his hands off and dedicate his life to being a good son and a good member of the community. Well, gosh, wouldn’t that be something?

Before these thoughts went any further, Archie snapped back into the moment. It was a nice idea, but this was his life.

“You’re a well-behaved, well-mannered boy.”

He hear the voice from nowhere again, and this time it sounded even more persuasive. Unconsciously, Archie shifted his back and stood straight, rigid as a board. It was like second nature - without thinking, Archie knew to look upright and presentable at all times. After all, that was the way any well-behaved boy should act.

And as he shifted into a proper posture, he felt a wave of Euphoria was over himself. Standing tall allowed him to push out his chest and show off his arms, after all. He smiled a wide, wide smile. Acting in this way, being a good boy, it made him feel indescribably happy... and also a bit horny. There was a strange feeling bubbling inside of him, growing stronger with every second. A feeling of peppiness, and perkiness. Archie knew it was right to help people. Gosh, that’s what good guys do, right? That’s why I’m mowing my neighbors lawns for free, Archie thought to himself. But no - that’s not right. No, I’m trying to make money... aren’t I? Archie felt confused, like his truth was being clouded and replaced by a new preppy reality that was only getting more intense. Golly, how much farther could this go?

“You have sharp dress style.”

With those words, the few clothes Archie was wearing flew off his body. He immediately moved to cover himself up, until the wave of preppy euphoria relaxed him again. He didn’t really miss his old clothes that much. Sloppy jeans and t shirts? And he had the audacity to walk around shirtless? Unacceptable, Archie thought to himself. I can’t look sloppy, I’m 18 for Pete’s sake! I should be dressed to the nines at all times!

The universe seemed to comply with Archie’s new thoughts as a fresh set of clothes wrapped themselves around him. 1950’s style tighty whities slip up and covered his private areas, nicely cupping his sizeable package and perfectly outlining his firm, round buttocks. The waist band went up to his high waist in that classic 50’s style, a style that Archie was coming to think of as his own.

A white dress shirt appeared next, buttoning itself up to the very top button. The shirt was tight against Archie’s beefcake body, and the outline of his pecs and arms could be seen through the shirt, a feeling Archie didn’t mind. The shirt had a small polka dot pattern on it, but of course it did. Archie loved fun patterns on his clothes! Sometimes he wore multiple bright patterns just to feel extra nifty.

Today was one of those days, apparently, as wool dress slacks with a plaid pattern slid up Archie’s thick legs, coming to rest at his high waist. Through the pants the outline of his full buttocks could be seen. The shirt tucked itself into his pants. As if I would ever go anywhere with my shirt untucked! Archie wanted to guffaw at the thought!

A plaid green bow tie wrapped itself around Archie’s neck into a perfect bow (Archie had mastered the art of tying a bow tie many years ago. He hardly left the house without one). As it locked into place, the wide smile on Archie’s face got wider. He felt absolutely giddy in these clothes. Golly, he loved to dress crisp like this! It made him feel real boss.

Pristine white dress socks rolled up his feet, and wingtip loafers wrapped around them. The shoes were brown leather, so perfectly polished that Archie could see his reflection in them. He polished his shoes every night, he liked to keep them looking a spiffy as possible. A matching brown leather belt, just as polished, cinched his waist, further defining his beefy build.

Over the top of the whole ensemble, a knit sweater vest appeared, in a deep blue. Emblazoned on the front was a gold “R” - for Riverdale High, of course! Archie loved his school and had a number of sweater vests, sweaters, ties, caps, and other pieces of merchandise for the school. He loved to incorporate them into his look - Riverdale’s quarterback should show his school pride, after all!

“You look clean-cut and presentable at all times.”

Archie’s hair ruffled as gel began to flow through it and lock it in a slicked back position. His signature red locks now looked like a plastic helmet on top of his head, perfectly styled into a neat all-American side part (the way every man’s hair should look!), and lightened until it was almost a cartoonish orange.

Archie’s bushy eyebrows slimmed out, taking on a clean styled look, and the pores on his face vanished. Archie how had an impossibly clear and bright complexion, aside from a smattering of freckles across his checks. His teeth straightened into a perfect row. His eyes shined a bright blue, even if his gaze was now a bit mindless.

Archie’s look had totally transformed. He no longer looked like the tough jock he was before. He now dressed like a total square. But Archie didn’t care, he thought his dress style was neato! An artificial perfection settled over his whole look, locking Archie in plasticine preppiness.

Archie rubbed his new clothes. Gosh, he enjoyed the feeling of them so much. As his fingers circled his chest, he heard several more words from the voice, only now he willingly welcomed them:

“You obey your parents, Archie.”

“You follow all orders you’re given.”

“You always hold the door open for those behind you.”

“You’d never do something without asking first.”

“You always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.”

“You are a good boy, Archie.”

With every command that rang through his vacant head, Archie’s wide smile only got wider. The perky feeling was growing. It wasn’t just in his stomach, it had spread through his arms and legs, into his fingers and toes and into every hair on his head. On a molecular level, Archie felt like a keen all-American teen. A swell guy who helped old ladies cross the street, always had dates home by 10PM sharp, and ended nearly every sentence with “sir” or “ma’am” when talking to an adult.

Archie’s connection to this Riverdale was fading. The squeaky clean school boy now had little in common with the unforgiving town he had grown up in. Instead, he was coming into alignment with the other Riverdale, the one where wholesome American values had never gone out of style. His memories had also shifted from the old Riverdale to the new, as he only ever remembered the 1950’s haven as his home.

But there was so much to do there! Heading to the malt shop! Going to sock hops with Betty and Ronnie! Listening to records! Gee whiz, Archie enjoyed his Riverdale life so much, he wanted to be there right now!

“Archie, it’s time to go home.”

For a brief second, Archie’s head spun as the world flashed and shifted around him.

Only for a brief second, though. After that, it was back to the setting Archie knew and loved. Technicolor houses, white picket fences. Children playing in the street. Home. Archie sighed and smiled. He was at peace here.

Suddenly, Archie remembered his plans for the day. He was going to pick up Veronica and take her to Pop’s. Without missing a beat, Archie ran to Veronica’s house. His knock on the door was answered by this Riverdale’s version of Veronica, sporting a prim blouse and skirt, with bobbed hair.

“Hiya, Ronnie!” Archie exclaimed with a wide grin.

“Hey there, Archiekins!” Veronica pulled Archie into a hug.

The two embraced for a moment and looked at each other sweetly. It was puppy love, plain and simple. Archie always wanted a girl to be sweet for, and Ronnie was the right one for him. And if he was lucky, they might get to play some backseat bingo in his station wagon later.

“Ready to go, sweetie?” Archie asked. Veronica responded with a nod, and the two made their way to Pop’s to split a sundae. Another perfect Riverdale day!

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Jughead paced the floor of his dad’s trailer. He’d been tipped off by a connection on the outskirts of town that Hiram Lodge had been seen paying a visit to the local coven. That could only mean he was up to trouble. Jughead had been trying to contact Archie all day, but his friend had seemingly gone off the grid. Jughead was getting concerned that it wasn’t a coincidence. If Hiram was resorting to black magic, Jughead had no idea what to expect or how to respond. As much research as he did, that was one area he did not mess with.

But now Jughead felt like he was at the end of his line. Hiram had tried multiple times to take him and Archie out, and if he had finally figured out a way, Riverdale was doomed.

He had to contact the witches. That was the only way, Jughead decided. He would drive out there and convince them to undo whatever Hiram had them do. He would beg, make them see that the safety of Riverdale was on the line. It wasn’t his best plan, but it would have to work. It would have to.

Jughead picked up his keys, but dropped them again just as quickly after a booming voice echoed inside his head.

“You’re a good boy, Jughead.”

He couldn’t move. He knew this was the end. But even scarier than the absolute terror he was feeling in the face of defeat, was the fact that those feelings of terror were disappearing. As much as he didn’t want to listen to the voice, the phrase “good boy” just refused to go away. It comforted him, the idea of giving in. Jughead had worked for so long to be a total nonconformist, and yet in this moment he wanted nothing more than to just fit on. Be one of the boys.

Jughead was terrified by the thoughts he heard and felt. He was fighting to hold on to his consciousness, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle.

“You’re a goofy, fun-loving guy.”

Jughead chuckled. He sure did feel that way sometimes. All throughout high school he had been a class clown, always making light of the situation. It was just his way of seeing the world. He liked to make people laugh, but nobody laughed louder than he did at himself.

“You are always dressed in a clean, respectable fashion.”

Jughead’s denim jacket and flannel disappeared from his body. Jughead didn’t mind too much. He wasn’t the kind of guy to dress to the nines, but he did think that every young guy should know how to dress. Jughead kept it simple, but he kept it clean.

To highlight this point, a blue turtleneck sweater popped up around his slender frame, leaving him feeling very comfortable.

White briefs wrapped up his nether regions like a Christmas present, and black dress slacks covered the top of them. The pants were freshly ironed, with visible pleats down the front. Jughead always wore clean clothes!

White tube socks rolled up his legs, and over the top of them came a fresh pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars. Jughead sighed with relief as he wriggled his toes around inside the shoes. Nothing made him feel more boss than a pair of Chucks.

On top of his head, Jughead’s beanie had reformed as a paper crown, his trademark accessory. Jughead didn’t know how he had started wearing it or why he still did, but it sure was fun! And it matched his goofy personality well.

“Your appearance is just as well groomed as your clothes.”

Jughead’s long, unkempt hair was pulled to the side and perfectly groomed into a side part, shortening down in the process to a fresh cut. His teeth whitened and his skin cleared up, just as it had for Archie. Jughead now looked like a perfect model for a Normal Rockwell painting.

Jughead loved the way he looked. This was who he was: just one of the guys, always ready to join in on plans, but never looking to stand out. He was a lovable goofball, and he wore his reputation with pride.

Jughead stood in place, enjoying the feel of his new getup, as more commands piled into his head.

“You love to eat.”

Food was one thing he couldn’t get enough of. He often had multiple hamburgers at Pop’s, and always had snacks no matter where he went.

Jughead let out a low burp. His stomach rumbled, then expanded under his sweater, reflecting his new big eater tendencies. Jughead enjoyed his little pot belly. He chuckled thinking about it.

“You love to laugh.”

And as he did, his chuckle turned into a full-bellied laugh, sending waves of joy throughout his body. His laugh began to take on a honking quality as the tip of his nose expanded to a bulbous shape.

“You are slow-witted, but keen and well-mannered.”

The light behind Jughead’s eyes faded. His journalistic wit and hard-hitting problem solving skills were gone. As Jughead’s goofy personality took over, he felt his care for school and work disappear. He didn’t like to try too hard, raised people’s expectations of him too much. And besides, that school stuff was so hard. Why not take life easy?

“You love to joke, dance, and do other fun-loving, innocent teenage activities.”

Jughead smiled as he remembered his Riverdale. A town where all his best pals were, and where he got to enjoy his neighborhood and all the pleasant people within. It made Jughead happy to think of his Riverdale. He never had to try hard there. Eating burgers and drinking shakes were his highest priorities. The most work he did was cracking a joke in response to Archie’s latest goof.

Jughead kept thinking about his town and how swell he felt when he was there, and realized he wanted nothing more than to be back. Back in his 1950’s home.

With perfect timing, the final command came.

“Time to go home, Jughead.”

Jughead spun, and so did the world. Then, half a second later, everything was back to normal. He was at home, in the suburbia of good ol’ Riverdale. The sun was shining high and proud, and for the 782nd day in a row there was not a cloud in the sky. Jughead knew this was where he belonged.

And just his luck. Across the street was none other than his best pal Archie Andrews! Archie was with Veronica, but was grinning ear-to-ear as he saw Jughead, and Jughead felt the same way as he saw his buddy. Jughead ran across the street to join them (after looking both ways first, of course).

“Howdy Jug! Boy, you have no idea how glad I am to see you!” Archie exclaimed.

“Right back at ya, Archie! Gosh, I’ve been looking for you all over!”

The two pals exchanged perfect white smiles, filled to the brim with glee. What could be better than life in Riverdale, with good buds and great manners?

Archie opened his mouth again “Hey Jug, Ronnie and I were about to go to Pop’s. Wanna tag along?”

“Golly, Archie! You know I can’t say no to Pop’s!”

The three friends all laughed in unison. They turned and began to walk down the street. The sun was shining on another perfect Riverdale day, and it was only noon! Who knew what kind of wacky adventures they could get in today?

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hiram sat and enjoyed a celebratory glass of wine. It had taken several nights of hard bargaining with Mayor McCoy to get what he wanted, but after pointing out the town’s high crime rate and lack of development (and also after making a few “charitable donations”), Hiram got what he finally wanted: ownership of Riverdale. He now truly felt on top of the world.

“This morning’s paper, sir.”

Hiram turned his head to watch as Smithers, the Lodge family’s long time assistant, came in to the room. Hiram thanked Smithers as he left a copy of the morning’s Riverdale Registrar on the table. Hiram truly didn’t care about most of the tat in that paper, even though he was technically it’s owner. But he flipped through, looking for one section that he had recently insisted they add.

“Bingo!” Hiram found what he was looking for as he flipped to the comics page. There at the top was a full-color page of comics labeled Archie and Friends. In today’s installment, Archie (clad in the most garish red bow tie Hiram had ever seen) was helping the neighbor’s kid find his model plane, before being tricked and falling into a swimming pool. Hiram found himself laughing. Archie had always been a gullible fool, it was nice to see that reflected in his new persona. And there right next to him was Jughead, laughing along and eating a sandwich.

Hiram enjoyed seeing what his two former nemeses were up to. He now had a copy of the Registrar delivered to his office every day so he could observe their ridiculously corny adventures. His eyes rolled along the page, looking at the various scenarios the boys found themselves in.

His eyes stopped at the end of the page where the strip had introduced a new character, and older gentleman in a waistcoat with slicked back hair.

And his blood froze as he saw Archie call this new character “Mr. Lodge”.

...Coincidence, surely? There was a Veronica in the strip, so maybe this Mr. Lodge was just her alternate universe father. Why on earth would he be in the strip?

Then, Hiram knew exactly why. In order to convince the witches to hand over their secrets, Hiram had promised to grant the witches legal ownership of their coven’s land, as it was within town limits. Hiram had of course told them what they wanted to hear, but in his legal proceedings earlier that day, he had laid out plans to turn the woodland containing the coven into a tourist lodge.

And somehow, they had found out.

Hiram maintained his composure, even as panic rose inside him. He had faced tougher foes before, and he wasn’t about to let a group of hokey witches take him down. He just had to think of what to do.

Only it was becoming terribly hard for Hiram to think, because a new voice was speaking to him:

“You’re a good boy, Hiram.”

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iwaizooming · 4 years ago

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➵ KARASUNO FIRST YEARS AS YOUR ROOMMATES

characters: hinata; kageyama; tsukishima; yamaguchi type: headcanons genre: crack? just fun platonic roomie things~ a/n: i might make this a series let’s see (REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED) also this is a repost bc last time tumblr swallowed it from searches again

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HINATA SHOYO

leaves his shoes everywhere

you even built him his own ikea shoerack, but still, you’ll find one of his stinky volleyball shoes in the hallway and the other in the kitchen (how the-)

will ask to join you if he sees you doing those home workout videos

he’ll be perfectly fine throughout the whole workout while you’re heaving and sweating like a madman (damn you athleticism)

loves to join you if you’re cooking lunch or dinner, and he’ll repay you by washing the dishes or buying you your favorite boba drink if he passes by the shop on his way home

probably pierced his own ears one night but did it incorrectly so it bled everywhere and you wake up to him screaming bloody murder

when you rush to the source of the noise—eyes bleary and words slurred—you find him holding his ear which is gushing out blood non stop

by the time the two of you reach the ER, he looks like he’s about to pass out from blood loss lmao

he’s fine though, just really really dumb (definitely won’t be the last dumb thing he’ll do as your roommate)

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

takes up most of the fridge space with his milk and electrolyte drinks

eats hardboiled eggs for breakfast, no soy sauce no chili flakes no nothing—just plain ole’ eggs

probably orders pre-prepped food because he needs to stay healthy but almost burned down the whole apartment that one time he tried to cook chicken

showers in the morning and at night at the exact same times every day (so it’s easy for you to work around the schedule and the two of you have to fight for the bathroom)

sleeps really early (like around 9pm) because he’s baby and he needs his beauty sleep

or else his brain will cease to function

will awkwardly peek into the bathroom if you’re throwing up after a night out and ask you if you need anything

but will be VERY awkward about it he’ll literally be standing like 🧍by the door because he wants to help but he doesn’t know what to do

will indulge in greasy takeout dinners with you once in a while because he actually really enjoys spending time with you, but is too shy to initiate it

TSUKISHIMA KEI

will avoid meeting you at all costs especially in the first few months you guys became roommates

but when he finally warms up to you, he’s a pretty damn good roommate i feel like

you guys go grocery shopping together every week because it saves time

no one else really knows this but he stocks up on those animal crackers and he’ll literally buy 10 boxes of those whenever it’s on sale

you guys sometimes have movie nights together because you’re one of the few people he can actually tolerate

whenever it’s his turn to choose, he always picks the jurassic park movies or some other dystopian film

brings you some dessert from the cafe near campus when he knows that you’re feeling extra stressed because of uni

overall i think that he’ll be a wonderful roommate because man knows hygiene + personal space, what more can you ask for?

(+ you’re slowly becoming one of his friends and he actually likes spending time with you. huh.)

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

everyone knows that yamaguchi will be a wonderful roommate

he cleans up after himself and sometimes even washes your dishes if he sees you passed out on the couch from exhaustion

the two of you have weekly cleaning sessions together where you deep clean the apartment

the only annoying that he does as a roommate is that he forgets his keys a lot

there were times when you’re also out with your friends and all of a sudden you’d get a phone call from yamaguchi asking to be let into the apartment

the first few times you’d reluctantly go home to let him in but now you just tell him to wait until you get home

at around 10pm you’d come home to find him sitting against the front door, half-asleep

when he hears your footsteps approaching, he’ll perk up and look at you sheepishly with a blush on his face, eyes apologetic

but then he’ll make it up by grabbing you coffee the next day, so all is well :)

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OTHER WORKS

a/n: not based on personal experience because my college roommates usually suck ass >:( also i made this on a whim bc i got reminded of my previous roomie and got annoyed teehee

general taglist is in the comments! fill in the form in my navi to be added! <3

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #yamaguchi x reader

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princesskokichi · 4 years ago

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shuichi, rantaro, kokichi, and korekiyo when their s/o sleeps over for the first time ( SFW )

hah, yeah, sfw riiiight ? ah, these kind of things are so funny to me to write,so it was hard keeping focus on the important stuff & not the funny small details - Mod Kokichi

[ K O K I C H I ]

- he didn’t think his s / o would actually want to sleep in the same room - so, you know, he didn’t,, do anything different - he went about his normal nighttime routine, pretty much ignoring you - his “ nighttime routine “ is literally splashing some water on his face, and finding something to do as quietly as possible to occupy his time - that night, it just happened to be plotting world domination - he’s really bad at falling asleep. he’s got boundless energy, what do you think he would do with that energy ? just drop it in a cup to come back to tomorrow ? - his s/o was kinda vibing in the kitchen, fixing yourself a smoothie because what time is a perfect time for a smoothie rather than 01am ? - he eventually drifted into the kitchen, surprised to see his s/o - kichi : “ oh, you’re not asleep,, “ - s / o“ i was waiting for you to tell me you were sleepy, dumbdumb. “ - kokichi kinda,,, well,, he did something kokichi would do - kichi : “ alright ! then let’s go into the bedroom ! but, instead of sleeping, i can think of something 100x more fun than sleeping :D “ - no he wasn’t aware of the implications - you were about to scold him when you realized what he was talking about - s / o : “ oh, yeah,,, sure, i’ll plot world domination with you. “ - kokichi took you by the hand, rushing up into his room before you could even get your smoothie - ah, all well, you’ll clean it up tomorrow - he sat you down on the floor, which had been “ cleaned “ up enough to have a large map of the world resting in the center - kichi : “ alright, let’s be real here. if we take over china & the usa first, then everything else would probably be really easy. “ - s / o : “ two words : russia & britian “

[ K O R E K I Y O ]

- he did not care in the slightest that this was your first time sleeping over with him - but that doesn’t mean he didn’t make it special, because things like this deserve to be rejoiced in a simple but important way - it had been planned for you to stay over, but he didn’t really have any other plans other than some vague ideas he thought he might act on - turns out you,, weren’t interested in really doing anything that took a lot of effort during the night - yeah, you were happy to be with him - but baking at 10pm ? that’s a little too much for you - so when you told him, he nodded knowingly - kiyo : “ these activities are more for a dating setting, but you are just staying over. of course you would like to do something more appropriate for the time. “ - its kind of hard to just drop baking right in the middle, so you had to wait until the cake was out & covered before you could finally retreat into the bedroom like a tired introverts,,, wait - you sat down on the bed, watching him go through some books in his miniature library ( the closet. you don’t know where his clothes are ) - he grabbed on & started to read it to you, much like if you were a child - in the end, since you liked his soft voice, you snuggled up to him & listened to him read - he probably woke you up after you started to snooze off to tell you to straighten yourself out on the bed instead of on him, because its “ better for your back “ - he wasn’t lying, but the more important reason was that his arm was falling asleep while holding you & he could no longer feel it

[ S H U I C H I ]

- oh god - oh god oh god oh god oh god - you were going to see that he was a total pig when he sleeps ( he’s not, but that was the anxiety talking ) - it wasn’t planned for you to stay over, but you had suggested it so sweetly since you had walked to his place & now it was dark, too dark for you to walk home on your own - so whether he was prepared or not, you were staying over at his place - he had excused himself halfway through dinner to have a mass clean of his bedroom - yeah, you had seen his bedroom before, but you never slept in the room, so he felt like if it wasn’t clean when you slept, you would have a hard time sleeping - he’s not really a dirty person omg - but he does have a lot of manilla folders & photos & legal / illegal documents scattered about the place - he also figured it would be hard to for you to sleep with a cork board of the evidence of the latest crime he was working on out in the open, so he put the board in his closet so the murder scene wouldn’t be staring you in the face while you slept - he came back to dinner a little tired, and you knew what he did, but said nothing other than a very appreciative “ thank you “ after dinner, with a peck on the cheek. - shuichi : “ why’d you say thank you ? you’re the one who cooked dinner. “ - s / o : “ i was talking about cleaning your room. i didn’t have a problem sleeping in there & i was actually planning to sleep on the couch, but thank you for thinking of me sweetheart. “ - ah, he was in love with you

[ R A N T A R O ]

- as he is with everything, he was very chill about you staying over - a few of his sisters were still young & lived with him, so he had enough room in his place to hold you - you thought it was great that he took care of his sisters, the youngest barely being twelve - so it was five girls, you, and rantaro in the house - but even with the amount of people there, come nighttime, it’s basically silence throughout the entire building - you had no idea how he managed to do that, but he did - rantaro : “ the moment it’s dark outside, they’re all asleep. even manisa, which i don’t understand how. “ - s / o : “ you’re the best older brother figure ever, duh. “ - rantaro, slightly laughing : “ maybe. “ - you were chilling with him on the couch, which is something that never really happens because he’s always moving during the day, reading a book he got from your latest travel expedition - it honestly felt like a dream to you - so much so that you ended up falling asleep, your head resting on his shoulder - once he realized you were asleep, he moved slightly, trying not to wake you up, just enough so that your head was settled more into his armpit than his shoulder, so he could wrap his arm around you & just hold you for a bit - eventually once he had finished ten or twelve chapters, he’d wake you up gentle & lead you towards his bedroom while you were still half asleep - he let you snuggle into his chest as he wrapped a blanket around you, completely content just to lay there until he could drift off to meet you in your dreams - he’s also the kind of guy to make pancakes for you & his sisters in the morning

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neednothavehappenedtobetrue · 3 years ago

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(Hello I have typed everything else that is in this post and now I am putting a parenthetical at the top. this post is very long, so you don’t have to read it, and if you do read it, you don’t have to Experience Concern, I’m usually fine and probably will be, but! If you do read it, and you do experience concern, would you mind telling me? Normally I do not require that, and I do not actually require that you read this long post, but if you do, it might be helpful to tell me)

(Also I can’t do cuts on mobile, so, sorry) (aha I am on desktop now and have added a cut, though this post is now from the past)

So! the good news:

-every homework I have ever had is done! all of it! the two classes I needed to finish after Big Cascading Extensive Sickness are fully completed! I have taken five classes of my grad program which is eight regular classes and then a semester where you do your thesis, so like ten classes altogether! Halfway there! Woo!

-I do not acquire more classes until not tomorrow but next Monday after that, so I have a week with some downtime in it! in which to do ADLs and write and listen to podcasts!

-my health situation has been back-and-forth this past… time period, but today I do not feel sick, nauseous, panicky, brain-stuck or sad!!! I will gladly take the current Mood Situation over any of those, and double-especially over nausea!!!

now for the part that’s not a complaint but also not not a complaint

-so I still cannot lately focus for shit until the very last minute where I realize there will be immediate bad consequences of not doing the thing right exactly now

-(this is an intermittent Mood Disorder problem for me, we are tweaking my meds, I am not going to be experiencing this brain forever)

-the final project was originally due Monday, and then “Sunday if possible” and then “can you turn it in Saturday night so I can grade it early Sunday?”

-it was not his fault about the moved deadline he is expecting a big hurricane and wanted to get it done pre-power-outage and the registrar would have been a big stickler for anything after Monday

-I figured that anything before 6:AM Sunday counted for these purposes, as he seemed unlikely to be doing grading any earlier than that

-I spaced out very badly most of Saturday

-I opened my laptop around 10PM

-my brain refused to let me do literally anything until like 1AM, at which point the assignment was due sometime between “an hour ago” and “five hours from now”

-then I unlocked the ability to focus for about five to fifteen minute increments at random a few times an hour

-it turns out that “literally after the assignment is due by the most generous definition, it’s already late and can only get later, someone is this minute waiting for you,” the point at which I regain my normal ability to just like, sit down, do a thing, and then have it be done.

-I worked pretty much straight through 7-noon, proofread, formatted, attached the document to an email with some made up personal problems in it

-not because I’m not having real life problems, I just didn’t want to explain the real ones

-turned it in at 12:35

-G submitted my final grade to the registrar already and will email me final comments post-hurricane

-if he secretly hates me he still gave me an A in the class, so who cares.

-the assignment took somewhere around 8 hours of focus work, most of which I did in the six and a half hours after it was (again, by the most generous estimate) definitely due and already late

-I guess it’s good to know I can Enter The Zone if I place enough consequences on myself

-I miss The Zone, it used to be comparatively much easier for me to go there

-I very much do hope the meds adjustment fixes my brain a bit, and soon

-I just did a casual assessment of my feelings about things and got “unusually limited emotions, somewhat flat inside,” about it, so I’m jotting that down.

-I don’t remember how I’ve been feeling, exactly, but I do remember telling my therapist that I’ve been feeling a bit flat lately, so that does check out!

-alex, if you were doing homework for fourteen hours, when did you sleep last?

-first of all, I was doing homework for eight hours, interspersed with six hours of genuinely nothing, I truly don’t even know

-that’s not even a terrible ratio for lately, there were entire calendar days last week where I had a brain for about two decent hours out of twenty-four

-there has been a lot of Mindless Scrolling lately, but also yesterday I put my phone away and genuinely did not even glance at anything but schoolwork on the computer

-what did I do for six hours? my guy, I truly do not know

-that wasn’t the question, was it? I’m kidding, I remember the question, it was about sleeping

-I slept from around 6-9PM last night, for some reason, and then haven’t since! lately I’ve been very nocturnal as much as I’ve been anything, so I am trying to reset my sleep schedule by going to bed, very tired, around 9PM tonight.

-assuming I will feel tired later, not sure body sensations are things I still experience very often, including tiredness.

-I’ve been very verbose today, and my voice on the phone sounded a bit manic earlier, so maybe that’s a thing, but in a distant and far away way, even that.

-huh. I feel like that would be concerning if I was closer to normal today. might edit this post a bit and then share it with my therapist.

-hey Alex, if you’re not doing any body feelings, what have you eaten and drank lately?

-more than nothing, technically

-I mean what are you, a cop?

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jiang-xinfei · 3 years ago

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Ok new fanfic Idea because of tumbler and honestly my mind is filled with nothing but plot but I cant write them😀cause I have no fcking motivation which sucks but anyways

So it nie huaisang cause why not? Ok first of all no one knew this but nie huaisang was studying demonic cultivation under Wei wuixian after and during the war while his dage wasn't there cause he kinda? Accidentally found it while he was being a sneaky little bitch and went to go and look for there sect scripts in his brothers room and found the secret about there sects saber. He knew smt was wrong with there sabers ever since he was a kid and saw them qi devitate and there strong but he didn't expect it to be this bad!!! Really! So when he found it he was determined to find a way to make it safe cause his pretty sure his dage wouldn't want to even change or bend down there Cultivation so he tries to learn and find a way using his knowledge in cloud recess he might not look like it but really his a genius his mind works the same as Meng Yao when it comes to absorbing knowledge but more he'll just glance at it once and he'll remember it not to mention once he learns/read smt he can master it in a few mins but he lies and puts up a facade as an idle young master who loves arts I mean cmon! Ik his throwing away his talent and all and he doesn't deserve it but who would want to put effort on smt he clearly doesn't need to?? No Offense on those who puts effort tho but really? If he can work smart and not hard he'd gladly take it and be idle and if push comes to serve then he'll be competent and use it only in the shadows tho like his mom did i mean cmon if he can't use his information net work that covers there whole continent to his wants then that's just stupid after all his mother only gave him 1/3 of what has to come in there info net works now but yea anyways so he looks for a way but couldn't find one unless he learns demonic cultivation he was scared at first ofc but after hearing through his information net work about wei-xiong he does it I mean what worse couldve happen? And besides his almost the same like Wei wuixian anyways just more practical and logical and also not a sacrificing idiot so he learns until he got caught by Wei wuixian really the only one who can see through his facade is Wei wuixian but his ok with it since he trusts him there like brothers so he knows so he tells Wei wuixian about it and why his learning demonic cultivation with some scolding on him and the next Wei wuixian said that he'll help and teach him to be safe and that's a command cause of he doesn't he'll tell his dage which is really scary especially when it comes through Wei xiongs mouth and say he will do it he will actually do it and if his learning under the famous yilling patriarch then it's a win win situation and a credit for his dear teacher saying he can't use the saber ever but at the same time is needed smt to protect himself his wonderful beloved teacher went and made a battle fan just for him and he adored it and there a lot of battle fans including the full and detailed blue print of each just incase they can't see each other anymore cause knowing the cultivation world being hypocrites it's only a matter of time so Wei wuixian made other battle fans but his favorite are the 7 element ones really he fcking loved those one was a powerful resentment battle fan that has literally everything about evil and bad it also converts resentment and use it as he pleases without getting hurt and that's his main weapon on using demonic arts

Next was a spiritual or light battle fan that can reshape it self and mask itself so no one knows it's there just incase to protect himself and converts spiritual energy into pure light/spiritual energy and he can release and use it to his will

Next were the wind/green water/blue fire/red and earth/brown fans that he can use to simply fcking control the elements like wtf?? That epic!!!!

And lastly his most favorite his spatial fan or that's what he calls it can use all elements spiritual and resentment energy to bend to his will honestly it's a mix of all his favorite six fans into one and he loved it not to mention it's also like a giquin pouch with endless storage so its better😙 and his core got rapidly fast and since he was already surrounded by resentment of dead animals he was pretty much adapt to it and it was fast but since he didn't want anyone to know masked his golden core to feel and look like the same golden core he had before with the help of Wei Xiong ofc until he mastered it,

and yea fast forward he learns demonic cultivation until Wei wuixian was deemed as a villain and he couldn't see him so instead he goes to him secretly and helps the only problem is that when everything turns upside down and Wei xiongs dead and they scavaged his cave really it broked his heart Into shatters especially when he couldn't stop his brother who lied to him and he only knew that the deed was done after and when he went there? It was everything after they took everything... That's what they thought tho he saw lan wangji had gone down with the kid and he was actually relieved that the kid ayuan who calls him. San-ge was alive and was taken care of the person who loved Wei Xiong so concluding that a yuan was fine and was gone he went to the cave that looked empty really tho it wasn't he went through there secret door where if only u use demonic cultivation and has been recognized as one of the owners of it can go in and open it so he went in took all the notes battle fans talismans arrays manuals everything that Wei Xiong created for him and other lessons that he couldn't take under him because of Circumancetances and put it into the fan cause his pretty sure ever since his brother came back he wasn't his brother anymore and his sure sooner or later he'd be trap inside of there sect so got everything and broke the door to never be open again

Fast forward about him learning about lan wangjis punishment he really lost all hope of the cultivation world at that and then his brother died by the hands of his sworn brother he lost all of it after knowing about it took all the yin iron shard they ever had every last piece of it including the one Jin guangyao was making(because of Wei Xiongs lessons his the only other one besides wwx that can control this damned thing)killed Jin guangyao burst into lan wangjis seclusion in secret told him about everything and that they can have a chance of going back to where everything started because he finished the time travelling array that Wei Xiong created and said " lan wangji Xiong I'll give u time to think about this until tmr at 10pm if u don't come then I'll go alone ik this hard on u but really if u don't want to then I won't force u and if ur asking whether Wei Xiong will be there? I'm not quite sure but I'm pretty sure I could bring back his memories but I'd rather not especially after everything he suffered I'm not gonna bring the person who was like a brother to me if it prevents him from ever to know of his suffering unless smt happened to force it..."

He left and waited for lan wangji and lan wangji came and they went to burial Mounds placed all the Stygian iron and draw the array they were allowed to bring one thing each so lan wangji brought his guqin the one they found on lan yis cave while masking it as wangji cause really it was also wangji at the same time cause fortunately huaisang to his surprised finished the invention Wei Ying made on merging spiritual weapons so he merge it before they got here nie huaisang bought his spatial fan who has almost everything inside it really and then one by one the Stygian iron broke and the array lighted up they went inside and everything went black... Then they woke up on there rooms

Nie huaisang in his room in Qing he and lan wangji in jingshi in there teenage bodies...

End!

Welp u guys can take this idea cause I'm pretty sure I ain't finishing this up so u guys can continue this if u want😝😘😘

#nie huaisang

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lov3nerdstuff · 5 years ago

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could you please make a loki x reader where he finds out how good she is at drawing/ art and it’s all just fluff?

Imagine: You just wanted to draw a beautiful stranger in a coffeeshop when suddenly everything goes pearshaped.

A.N.: Thank you @marvel-ous-buckyy for being the first one to request something! I did my best to put this prompt into action and I really hope you like it! It kinda turned into a coffeeshop AU but only a little bit :) let me know what you think!

Beautiful stranger

You were sitting in a small coffee shop downtown, shortly after 10pm, with a nice hot cup of steaming brew in front of you. It was your favorite spot in the whole city, all kinds of people came in for their daily caffeine fix. Some even came into the shop more than once a day. Especially this late at night, people came here more frequently than one might expect. As usual, you were sat on a small table in the middle of the room, your sketchbook in front of you along with a couple pencils and watercolors. No eraser, as you didn't believe in erasing when sketching. Whatever came out of your hand and onto the paper was worth to be kept or worked around. Other than that, there were hardly any huge mistakes in your drawing anyway. You had practiced your art all your life and nothing filled you with greater joy than sitting in public, drawing strangers or nature.

Today was no different. You sat in your usual spot and after a few warm-up sketches you decided it was time for a larger and more detailed piece. So you looked around yourself, taking in the surroundings while taking a sip of your coffee. It was too hot still and burned your tongue, but the smell it emitted was just too delicious to resist.

Your eyes wandered from the seemingly daily-changing staff to the customers. Most just ordered to go and were out and about again at this time of night, but then your eyes fell upon a tall man with raven hair who was sitting on the opposite side of the shop. You blinked a couple times, trying to get your eyes to fully focus after having stared at your sketchpad for an hour.

He was astonishingly gorgeous, almost surreal in his appearance. You coughed, awkwardly trying to swallow your own breath. Had you seen him here before? You were sure you'd had remembered seeing him.

You could see a little more than his profile from where you were sat. He looked down onto a journal he held in his hands. Blinking a few more times, you noticed how graceful and elegant his hands were, his whole physique. He looked out of this world, even if he wore a casual dark grey suit and a green dress shirt like most business people working late. His raven hair hung loosely around his beautiful face, framing it perfectly.

What was a person like him doing at such an ungodly hour in a coffee shop? Well, you were also sitting here, touche, but for the sole reason that you wouldn't be able to sleep at home anyway. If the heavy insomnia you suffered from kept you up all night, at least you could use the time to draw in peace and be happy for once.

Back to the beautiful stranger. The energy he radiated seemed to draw you in like he had his own gravity, only working on you. He was so focused on his journal, he didn't seem to notice your staring. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline were just screaming at you to draw them.

So you started with delicate but certain lines, making sure to capture every detail of his being. Drawing the hair, you suppressed the urge to just walk over and run your hands through the black locks. It looked so soft… you tried to do it justice in your work.

Exactly there lay the problem you saw in your drawings. You wanted to capture the most magnificent and the most beautiful the world had to offer, but in your eyes you often failed to truly reflect their outer beauty. Instead, it turned into both, a structural and aesthetic representation of the emotions they conveyed. This time… there was so much sadness radiating off this man, but also so much passion and the pure intensity of it made your skin crawl with excitement. This drawing would turn out a masterpiece, you just knew it!

For a little more than an hour you drew and sketched, only then wondering why on earth he hadn't finished his coffee yet and left. Maybe he was here for something different after all? You didn't know and as long as he remained sitting in this same position for you to draw, you also didn't care why he was here.

Once you finished the rough sketch, you went on to inking your work. Why hadn't he left yet? Usually the people you drew only remained sitting still for no more than the time it took them to finish their coffee or maybe the news feed on their phones. He was so different…

You finished inking a while later and he still hadn't moved. Not believing your luck, you went on to color the drawing, keeping everything in cool tones and rough textures. Except for his face. That, you drew with the utmost care and delicacy. Just as you were about to finish the piece, time seemed to stop for you, as a bulky and seemingly drunk man stumbled against your table and poured the contents of his to go cup all over your sketchbook. Immediately the ink and the colors started running together and off the page, replaced by black hot liquid. You let out a yelp, jumping up from your chair and knocking it over in the process. No, this couldn't be happening… It had taken you months to fill this sketchbook and now the whole thing was ruined. After a second of utter shock, you jumped into action and grabbed the first thing available to try to save what you could from the mess.

"S-ssorry…" The man slurred, bumping into you on his way to the door, fleeing from the situation without another word.

Using the hem of your shirt, you gently patted the book dry, but it was by far too late. A young barista came rushing to your side with a bunch of napkins, cleaning the table and offering some to you. Only now did you notice that your jeans were drenched as well as your shirt. But you simply stared at the heavily smudged, crinkling book in your hands. All these memories kept in there, all the emotions you could never have explained outside of their colorful visual representations. Gone. You felt tears stinging in your eyes and your vision became blurry as you suppressed a sob. The barista finished cleaning your tabe and apologized for the hundredth time to you, but you were lost in your own mind, tears running down your face even though you willed them not to. You hated crying, hated emotions and most definitely hated people in this very moment. Without any more care for your surroundings you slumped down on your damp chair again, starting to slowly gather your drenched supplies. You just wanted to leave, go back to your tiny apartment and cry in the shower until there wouldn't be any more tears left.

Grabbing your bag, you pushed the chair back under the table and bid the staff goodbye. Outside, the cold but fresh air hit your face and you felt a little calmer. The night just happened to have this effect on you.

Just as you were about to saunter down the street, a smooth voice addressed you from behind.

"Excuse me, Miss, but I believe you forgot your book."

The voice made you shiver slightly, it was deep and calming, yet very in control.

"It's a sketchbook, but it's of no use anymore. Some douche emptied his…" You stopped mid-sentence once you turned around and saw who the voice belonged to. The beautiful stranger stood so close to you that your breath hitched and you took a step backwards out of instinct.

He was even more intriguing from up close. Your gaze shot to his face. He had green eyes that could've swallowed your soul if you kept looking at them. To your surprise, he seemed just as taken aback when he looked into your own orbs.

A blush crept up to you cheeks in no time and you quickly looked down to the book he held out to you. It looked nothing like the drenched and wrinkled thing you had just thrown into the trash. Instead, it looked almost like new.

Frowning, you took it from him. "This can't be mine, mine is all damaged…"

You flipped it open in the middle, staring at one of your drawings from a few weeks back. Completely and utterly intact and beautiful as ever. Incredulous, you flipped back and forth, but every drawing in the large book seemed to be completely fine as it had been a few hours ago.

"What…?" You breathed, your gaze shooting up to meet his once more. "How did you do that?"

A slow smirk played on his lips as he watched your irritation with great amusement.

"I noticed that you were drawing me." He simply said in this incredibly soothing and yet dangerous voice.

You blushed an even deeper shade of red. "When did you notice?"

"Oh, just about right when you ogled me for the first time." He grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "When that guy dropped his coffee on your book, I was quite furious."

"And why is that?" You asked, gaining control of your body once more. Something told you to stay away from this man and something else, something much stronger, told you to learn everything you could about him.

"Well, I wanted to see how your drawing turned out. If you got the best angle, you know…" He winked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

You took another look at the book and twisted it in every direction in your hands. "But how did you restore it completely, I mean, all the ink had started running and…"

You were cut off once more when, with a slight wave of his hand, the moisture and stains in your clothing started to simply float out of the fabric, before vanishing into thin air. Your eyes widened and you stared at him open mouthed. "Who are you?" You finally managed to ask.

"My name is Loki. Of Asgard. Or of Jotunheim. Depends on my mood, really. It's a pleasure to meet you, my dearest." He grinned at you, his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You snapped out of your awe rather quickly. He was the infamous Loki, a literal god?! That explains the magic. You hadn't heard all that much about him other than that he was the brother of one of the Avengers and capable of magic

You smiled at him. "I'm Y/N. Thank you so much for saving my book! It means a lot to me, really. Can I buy you a coffee or something as a thank you?"

He let out a small laugh. "Oh dear, I had so much coffee while waiting for you to finish your drawing, I don't think I can take another cup." His smile turned into a grin once more. "But you could let me take a look at your drawings. If they are only half as intriguing as you, then they'd be very much worth saving."

You let out a shy laugh. "You don't need to flatter me to take a look." But then, when you were about to hand the book over to him once more, you felt insecure. It contained so many memories and emotions you hadn't ever shared with anyone. And now you'd show them to a beautiful stranger? YES, part of your mind screamed. So you let him take it out of your hand and simply hoped for the best.

He noticed the shift in your mood immediately and kept the book closed in his hands. There was something in your eyes that reminded him of his own and he felt the sudden urge to comfort you. That was new… he never really cared about the people he met and so he would always put on the charming facade everyone seemed to expect of him. With you however, he suddenly felt like he could try something new, something… true.

"If you are not comfortable showing these drawings to me, you don't have to, you know..." He said quietly.

"It's silly, I just… feel so vulnerable showing this real life imprint of my soul to a stranger." You laughed nervously and looked into his eyes once more. There was no trace of his previously cocky expression left and all you could see was sincere worry and… hope? Hope for what?

"Maybe… would you…" He seemed rather introverted now, as if someone had switched his personality for a different one. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

You smiled, a real and happy smile this time. This man right in front of you, this version of Loki, you liked much better than the previous one. It just felt more real fo you.

"I would love to." You answered gently and the two of you took off down the street.

For what felt like hours the two of you wandered the streets of your city, talking about everything and nothing. You warmed up to him quicker than you could believe for yourself and you felt like he opened up to you too, if only just a little for now.

It was already about sunrise when you yawned. That hadn't happened in a long time.

"I'm sorry I kept you up all night." Loki apologized with a small laugh.

"Nah, it's fine. I suffer from insomnia almost every night, it's a surprise to me that I'm still able to function." You brushed it off with a shrug, realizing only now how much you had told him about yourself in the past hours. And how much he had told you. It felt like you'd known him for such a long time, it was ridiculous. But something had just clicked with you and Loki and you could feel a serious crush developing. You were not sure if you minded it though, as he seemed to be quite enamored as well.

The two of you were still a block away from your apartment and yet you already felt sad. You didn't want to leave him just yet, but it was getting rather difficult to keep your eyes open.

"Do you want to come in? I… I could make you coffee or…" You turned to him once you stood in front of your building, hope all over your face.

Loki shot you his amazing smile in return. "I would love to, but I think that wouldn't be very appropriate."

You looked down to your feet. He was standing so close to you, you could feel his warmth on your skin and even smell his cologne and it all made you want to just lean against him and let yourself dwell in his sweet embrace. But you didn't dare to just hug him, so you slowly reached out and first touched his hand with a single finger, gently brushing against his thumb. He got the sign and took your hand in his, interlacing your fingers and gently brushing over your knuckles.

"Do you… do you still want to?" You asked in a breath.

"Pardon?"

"Do you still want to see the… the drawings?"

He nodded in return and you let go of his hand to find the book in your bag and place it in his hands.

He looked into your eyes once more and you nodded, so he flipped the book open on page one.

Slowly, one by one, he looked at every single page and all the while remained standing mere inches away from you. You didn't dare to look at his face, fearing to see a reaction you weren't ready to cope with. Time seemed to stand still for you; you heard nothing but his breathing and the flipping of pages.

When he reached the last page there was utter silence. The electricity and tension in the air finally made you look back up again.

He was watching you with huge eyes, with an intensity you had yet to comprehend.

Gently, you took the book out of his hands and placed it back inside your bag without breaking eye contact.

"So…" You breathed. "What do you think of the…"

You were cut off by his chilled lips crashing against your own, passionate and capturing.

There was nothing you could think, nothing you could do but kiss him back and let him push you against the wall behind you.

This was right. So so right and you didn't doubt it for a second. The kiss was gentle, yet passionate and oh so sweet. His soul was reaching out to yours and worshipping it in every way possible.

"Y/N…" He growled when you broke apart, not daring to open your eyes for you feared this dream would come to an end. "How… how did you do it?"

You frowned against his forehead, which rested against yours. "How did I do what?"

"You… you captured their soul. Every living thing you drew, it was just… as if you had taken their very essence and poured it onto the pages. The drawing you did of me, it's… I have never seen something like it. It's not mere beauty, it's the soul that…"

You cut him off with another gentle kiss. "I dearly promise: your soul is safe with me."

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bondsmagii · 4 years ago

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Harvest, cider, spice, and maize for the asks please! 🍂

thanks!!

harvest: what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

I vibe a lot with the Darkling, from Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone trilogy. this would probably get me shot at dawn by most of the people on this hellish site but I am unrepentant. there’s a lot about his character that I vibe with, and I don’t want to go too deeply into it for personal reasons, but there’s a lot there about his brand of loneliness that gets me, and the trauma that such things can make you feel -- being lonely, being Other, growing up in an environment where you’re never safe, and even the fanaticism that comes from that kind of environment. you want to be safe; you want others like you to be safe; you’ll try and achieve that through any means.

it’s easy to look at a villain and say that they’re heartless and evil and irredeemable, but it would be a fool who would look at a villain and say they wanted to be that way. the Darkling didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to be evil. does it make what he did right? no, it doesn’t, but it also doesn’t make it inexplicable. if I could wield shadows and summon demon armies to do my bidding, I would have done the same thing. I’ve been hurt in similar ways; I’ve seen my people tormented in similar ways. you’re telling me that if we had the power to make the people who oppress us and hurt us stop forever, we wouldn’t use it? please. if I could set shadow creatures on the people who brutalised my country and my people, I would. if I could seize power to ensure that me and mine were never hurt or terrorised like that again, I would. and if I had to endure the loneliness I experienced growing up and well into my adulthood for 500 years? you bet I’d be just as fucking deranged.

it might be seen as “progressive” and “woke” to look at villains and declare them outside your own range of emotions and experiences, lest you be deemed Problematic. but it takes a lot more balls to look at a villain and see where they went wrong, and identify the places where you, too, would go equally wrong. denying the darker parts of yourself does not protect anyone from them. it just makes you more eager to ignore them, and easier to let behaviours slip through. I do not trust anyone who claims to have nothing in common with a villain. at the very best they’re in denial; at the very worst, there’s nothing they believe in passionately enough to do anything that matters for, and what kind of an activist does that make them?

also both the Darkling and I are supremely sexy.

cider: a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

c a u l i f l o w e r. hated the bitch as a wean, now I can’t get enough of it.

spice: have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

loads! even better -- I’ve lived in several! nearly all of my houses growing up were haunted, most notably the one I lived in from ages 14-18, which had a demonic haunting and it was the most terrifying experience living in a haunted house that I’ve ever had. my university accommodation was also haunted during two of my years there, and one of Vestris’s houses in London was haunted as balls. I’ve also stayed in a few haunted hotels, and explored a few haunted abandoned buildings.

maize: share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

OK so I didn’t technically encounter this person, as I didn’t interact, but it’s recent and funny so. the other night at about 10pm I was parked in the centre of the nearby town waiting for Vestris to come back with McDonald’s and hand sanitiser in that order, and there was a drunk guy on the street. I saw him wandering up towards me and I knew he’d be trouble, so I kept an eye on him.

he went into a small shop and was in there for a couple of minutes, and then suddenly he was catapulted out onto the street and immediately tried to get back in. alas, the door had been closed on him, so he started hammering at the door and yelling, and pushing the door open a few inches before it was slammed closed again. because I’m a nosy bitch, I put the window down on that side of the car and muted my music so I could hear what was going on.

basically the pubs had closed early, and he wanted more drink, but the shop was closed. he was cursing up a storm, apparently not caring that an entire van of police officers were inside, getting idk last minute doughnuts or whatever. so there he is, going ape, and suddenly he tries to get inside and three whole feral hogs (cops) shove him out and start yelling. he’s standing there yelling back at all of them, not giving a single fuck, until they finally get through to him that no, they’re not opening the alcohol section just to serve him, and he can go somewhere else. he demands where. the cop points to a shop literally two fucking doors down that’s still open.

off he goes, but not before getting into a further argument with a couple who were literally just walking past and minding their own business. I have an eye for trouble, and it never fails to entertain.

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silverlightqueen · 5 years ago

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final part - love of my life

(can be read as a standalone fic)

daisies

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a/n: and daisies is finished🎉 (I might do an epilogue part but idk) I had to post this today bc it’s my baby’s birthday tomorrow🥳 I am honestly so proud of daisies, like it’s literally my baby🥺 but I really hope you guys have enjoyed this amazing journey (bc I really have), thank you all for your support and I love y’all so much💕 and now, it’s time for y/n’s happy ending...

warnings: smut (nothing too hardcore but still), tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, Jimin being a romantic and cute ass mf, y/n finally getting her happy ending (I shed a few tears ngl)

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‘Mrs Park!’ I hear Jimin call from the door of our room, and I smile to myself. ‘I’m in the bathroom!’ I call back, and mere seconds later, I watch in the mirror as he pops his head around the corner, huge smile across his face.

He looks so breathtakingly handsome today, dirty blond hair swept back all princelike, his eyes sparkling, plump lips stretched into a wide smile, skin smooth and glowy (and his suit has done absolute wonders for his beautiful body).

‘Hey, Mr Park,’ I say with a grin, and he steps in, leaving the door open only slightly. The playlist Jimin made for me last night plays in the bedroom, full of love songs, including the ones we wrote for each other. ‘Hey, wife,’ he says and I laugh as he puts his arms around me from behind, looking at me in the mirror.

‘I can’t believe we’re married,’ he whispers, and I smile. ‘It sounds weird, right? Like, what? I’m married? To Park Jimin?’ I say, and he chuckles, turning me around in his arms. ‘More like I’m married to you. We all know who really runs this relationship,’ he jokes, and I laugh. ‘Did you enjoy our big day?’ he asks, and I nod, looking up at him.

It was amazing. We had all our close friends and family there and everyone was just so happy. The day went without a single hitch, even with my ten trillion outfit changes, and I enjoyed it so much that my face hurts from smiling.

It was also nice seeing everyone else so loved up; Lisa and JK, and Chae and Tae mainly. Jen and Joon, and Jisoo and Jin haven’t made it official yet, but that’s okay. It’s not like there’s any rush. Sana and her family were there, and we had her daughters, Mina and y/n, as our flower girls.

All of Bighit’s managers were there too, and it was nice to see them all relaxed for once instead of running around and telling us what to do. We non-stop danced all night, people gradually leaving from 10pm onwards, until it was just us lot and we decided to call it a night at 1am.

‘It was beautiful, Chim, just perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. What about you?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘If you’re happy, I’m happy,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheesy, much?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘I’m married now, which means I gotta start with the cheesiness, and the dad jokes,’ he says, and my eyes widen.

‘What? I’m not even pregnant yet!’ I exclaim, and he laughs, before smirking. ‘Wanna change that?’ he says, and I laugh as he begins pulling the pins out of my hair. ‘Don’t tell me you’re being serious,’ I say as my hair falls around my shoulders, and he shrugs. ‘Maybe. I don’t know. Obviously, I don’t want you to rush into anything you don’t feel like you’re ready for, but if you told me tomorrow that you were pregnant, I’d be over the moon,’ he says, and my mouth drops open.

‘Wait, really?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘I’m definitely ready to have kids. But it’s your decision, daisy. I don’t wanna rush you,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘No, you’re not, don’t worry about that. I just… I don’t know. I guess… I guess I’ve been ready for a while. I just didn’t think you were,’ I say, and he gasps.

‘Wow, thanks. Am I that immature?’ he jokes, and I laugh. ‘Not like that. As in… you’re still a young man. I thought, you know, that you’d still want to live your life. I didn’t think you wanted to start a family just yet,’ I say to him, and he shakes his head.

‘y/n, listen. I can still live my life with a kid. It’s not like we’ll just become recluses. Our kid will only make our lives better, not worse. And I know that with our… careers, it’ll be hard to juggle a kid and work, but I also know that we can do it. I understand that a child is a big responsibility, but we’d be fantastic parents. I mean, look how we were with Mina. And we’ve got ten others who will be desperate to look after our kid too,’ he says.

‘Not that I’d let some of them,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Don’t say some of them when you just mean Jen and Kook,’ he says, and I burst out laughing. ‘But seriously, y/n. I’m ready for kids whenever you want them. I know we can do this, daisy. We can do anything together,’ he says, and I feel a little ball of excitement start to grow in my chest.

‘Are we really about to do this?’ I ask, smiling widely. ‘What? Have sex without a condom?’ he says, and I groan, resting my chest on his head. ‘Chim,’ I whine, and he laughs. ‘Sorry,’ he says, the word vibrating in his chest. ‘You just had to wreck it,’ I say, voice muffled against his chest.

‘Did I lie, though?’ he asks, and I move back and look up at him. ‘No, but that’s not the point. I didn’t mean have unprotected sex. I meant, start trying for a kid,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Well, you should’ve just said that,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yes, y/n. We really are about to do this,’ he says, and I smile.

He pulls me into his arms smoothly, and my eyes slide shut as my head tilts back in anticipation, the feeling of his lips landing on mine never getting old. His hands press into the curve of my back, pulling me closer to him, and I snake my arms around his neck, feeling the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck against my skin.

He pulls away from me after a few moments, lifting me up without warning. I let out a gentle shriek as he chuckles, carrying me (bridal style – because, you know… I’m his bride) into the bedroom. He carefully puts me down onto the bed, crawling over me only moments later, and reattaching his lips to mine.

Our arms wrapped around each other, mouths moving in sync, we’re wrapped up in our own bubble, feeling like nothing could get better than this. Until I start feeling a bit hot and sweaty in my wedding dress, Jimin lying on top of me becoming slightly stifling.

‘Babe,’ I say, trying to pull away from him, but he presses his lips to mine again, humming against my mouth in response. ‘I need… I need to take my dress off,’ I say, and the second I’ve finished speaking, he rolls off me with a sleazy smirk.

‘Urgh, you douche,’ I say, getting off the bed, and he laughs, watching as I walk around to his side of the bed. ‘Unzip me,’ I whisper, moving my hair off my shoulder. He puts one hand on my shoulder blade, the other appearing at the zip beneath the nape of my neck.

He slowly pulls it down the length of my back until it ends, just between the dimples at the bottom of my back. His hands slide beneath the material of the dress and continue to slide over my shoulders, pushing the dress of with them, leaving my top half completely bare.

I hear his breath hitch in his throat and smile to myself, still satisfied at my ability to get his heart racing. I push the dress down to my ankles and stand in just my white lace pants, my back to him. His hands snake around my waist and pull me down onto him, and I squeal as I fall.

He laughs into my ear, hands covering my bare breasts, before his mouth meets mine. ‘Nuh-uh, you need to strip off now,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘Very romantic,’ he says as I roll off him, pulling the covers onto myself. He climbs out of the bed, pulling his socks off first, coaxing giggles from me when he throws them across the room as though they’re underwear.

‘Come help me then,’ he says, and I pout. ‘I’m cold,’ I say, and he sighs, shrugging off his blazer and tossing it to me. I grin, pulling it on so it covers my breasts, and crawl to the other side of the bed, getting up onto my knees so I’m on eye-level with him.

I begin to unbutton his white shirt, the music gently playing in the background, and then push it off his shoulders, leaving him topless. I let my hands run over the ridges of his abs and biceps, still astounded at how well he keeps in shape, all of him (except for his cheeks and ass) being hard muscle.

He stands proud, letting me admire him with a smirk on his face, the smirk dropping when my nails gently scrape his lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his trousers. His hand wraps around my wrist and his other hand pushes my head up to look at him.

‘Don’t tease, daisy,’ he says warningly, and I bite my lip with a grin, proud at how dark and dilated his eyes have become, full of lust, desire and love. I unbutton his trousers hastily, not wanting to get in trouble again, and push them down his strong thighs, watching unwaveringly as he steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers.

There’s something about him today; I don’t know what it is but I’ve literally wanted him all day. Yes, he’s always gorgeous and sexy and amazing, but seeing him today, I’ve been feeling it building up throughout the day. Maybe it’s seeing him so happy to be marrying me, or seeing the love in his eyes every time he looks at me, but something has made me ready to do this since I first saw him this morning.

Don’t read past here if you aren’t comfortable with smut!

‘Okay, as you can probably see, I’m really hard right now because I can’t stop thinking about how you’re my wife and how we’re about to try to make a baby, so I don’t need foreplay at all. Do you?’ he asks, and I sneak a look at the bulge in his boxers, which is now less of a bulge and more of a… line, his dick obviously rock hard.

Yes, the thought of his fingers, or mouth, between my legs is enticing, but the thought of something else between my legs makes my knees weak. ‘No, no, I’m ready,’ I say, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my lips to his. ‘Nope,’ he says, pulling away from me, ‘get this off.’ He tugs his blazer off me, eyes instantly trawling across my bare body, before groaning.

‘How? How did I get this lucky?’ he whispers, pushing me down onto the bed and crawling on top of me. ‘Those idols were nasty to me at MMA and you thought I ignored you,’ I whisper back, and he bursts out laughing. ‘Stop making me laugh, we’re about to have sex,’ he says, and I grin, pressing my lips to his.

He kisses me for a few moments before pulling away. ‘Okay, I need you. Like, right now,’ he says, reaching out to turn the big light off, leaving us in the mellow glow of the bedside lamp. He pushes himself up onto his knees and hooks his fingers onto the waistband of my pants, pulling them down my legs slowly, maintaining eye contact with me to make sure I’m okay.

He throws the pants over his shoulder, leaving me completely naked, but doesn’t even spare a glance between my legs, just reattaching his lips to mine. I roll us over and push myself up onto my knees, pulling down his black boxers and throwing them to join my pants. Before they even land on the floor, he’s pulled me back down onto him and rolled us over, so he hovers over me.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks, voice raspy with desire. ‘Yes, Jimin,’ I breathe out, hazy with lust. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asks, eyes locked with mine, and I nod. ‘Words, daisy, I need words,’ he says. ‘Yes, Jimin, I want this. I want your baby,’ I say, and he groans. ‘Fuck, I could cum just from hearing that,’ he says, and I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Slowly, without looking away from my eyes, he guides himself into me. The feeling is different without a condom between us, and I can feel every part of him, every vein and ridge and curve. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort like he always does, slowly pushing until he’s all the way in. He gives me a few moments to adjust to the new, foreign feeling, just kissing me in the meantime.

‘Fuck, daisy, stop clenching, please, I’m dying here,’ he says, and I laugh against his mouth. ‘Sorry, it just feels so different,’ I say. ‘It feels different for you? It feels like my dick’s fucking trapped in a warm, skin-tight glove,’ he says, and I burst out laughing. ‘Stop laughing because it’s making you clench,’ he complains, sounding out-of-breath. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ I say, trying to relax myself.

‘Okay, you can move,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ he asks, and I nod, ‘I’m sure.’ He pulls out of me halfway before pushing back in, coaxing a gentle whimper from between my lips. He continues at a painfully slow pace, the pleasure building with each thrust, until I’m moving to meet his thrusts.

‘Babe, stop moving. You’re supposed to let me do the work,’ he breathes out, and I stop. ‘Faster, then,’ I whisper, and he grins, his pace increasing gradually until his hips rapidly snap up to meet mine and my heels are digging into his back. Promise Pt. II plays gently in the background, each beautifully sung line punctuated with gentle whimpers, groans, moans and grunts from the both of us.

Instead of fucking me like he normally does, he’s making love to me, thrusts long and lingering and deep, our love for each other evident in every single movement, and it makes my head spin with pleasure.

‘God, babe, you feel so good, I don’t think I can last,’ he says, hand travelling down between our bodies to rub against my bundle of nerves to get me close too, a wave of bliss hitting me. ‘Ah, Jimin,’ I breathe out, head pressed back against the pillows as he continues to go at a mind-numbing pace, his thumb moving furiously fast too.

‘Fuck, daisy, I’m gonna…’ he trails off, pace beginning to falter and thrusts becoming longer and harder. ‘Please, Jimin, I want it, I want your baby,’ I moan, my mind still working enough to know what to say to get him there, and it works.

He buries his head into my neck the way he always does, deeply inhaling my scent as I dig my heels harder into his back, keeping him in place. He lets out a moan of my name as I clench, feeling him release inside me, continuing to thrust until he’s finished. ‘Fuck,’ he breathes out, panting as he slows to a stop, still inside me, though I feel him softening now.

‘I can’t believe I came before you,’ he says, and I smirk up at him, still out of breath, the knot that was tightening in my stomach disappearing, my rapidly approaching high now rapidly diminishing. ‘Get that smirk off your face, that’s the first time it’s happened, and only because we didn’t do any foreplay,’ he says, and I smile. ‘I know, babe, it’s okay,’ I say softly, and he smiles, pressing his lips gently to mine.

He moves to pull out but I stop him, digging my ankles in again. He raises an eyebrow, giving me a puzzled look, and I shake my head. ‘Not yet, just wait a bit,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘I was gonna like… I don’t know, get you there. Don’t you want my fingers, or mouth?’ he grins, knowing I would never normally say no, and I roll my eyes.

‘Yes, but it’s okay,’ I say, and he shakes his head, frowning. ‘It’s not. I can’t just cum and not get you off as well. How is that fair? I swear it’s like feminism or something?’ he says, and I look at him deadpan.

‘Okay, first of all, it has nothing to do with feminism. Second, I don’t need to get off. I just wanted you to feel good and to have your baby,’ I say, and his eyes flutter shut at the mention of having his baby. ‘Stop saying that or I’ll get hard again,’ he says, and I laugh.

‘No, but seriously, daisy. I want you to feel good too,’ he says. ‘I did feel good. I do feel good. I don’t need to cum, babe, it’s fine. Only 25% of women orgasm during sex anyway,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Liar, it’s 25% from intercourse. I swear it’s only like 10% that don’t orgasm at all. But anyway, that’s not the point. No wife of mine is not gonna orgasm from having sex with me. Please, daisy, let me make you feel good,’ he says, and I shake my head, my heart melting at the pout that appears on his face.

‘Okay, how about this? You stay in me for a while, just to make sure I definitely get pregnant, and then afterwards, you can do whatever you want. Make me feel good to your heart’s desire,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Okay, there’s absolutely no science behind you getting pregnant because I stayed in you for longer, but whatever makes you happy,’ he says, and I smile.

He presses his lips to mine again, and we spend the rest of the night wrapped in a warm, hazy bubble of love and happiness. He holds me in his arms for hours (both before and after making me feel good lol) and we talk all night, both of us saying, ‘I can’t believe we’re married,’ more times than I can keep track of, the fact that I’m married to him hitting me several times throughout the night. Married to him, and about to be pregnant with his child. Married to the love of my life, Park Jimin. Who’d have thought?

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amydancepants-peralta · 5 years ago

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Hi there, @callginalinetti! I’m your sub-in writer for the @b99fandomevents challenge 😃 👋🏼 You gave some very tempting prompts, but I went with the subway meet-cute ... hope you enjoy!

i'll put it all on the line

It was 10pm on a Tuesday, and Jake Peralta was officially experiencing the Longest Day in the History of Days.

He had been up since the early hours, chasing a lead on a case that had nearly driven himself and his partner Charles to the point of insanity. Their perp kept leaving obscure clues around the city, sending the two of them on a wild goose chase. They had travelled uptown, downtown, midtown, even underground before finally catching him in the act in a bodega three blocks from where it all began. The subsequent interrogation had been long but fruitful, and the sky had been just as dark when he finally left as it had been when he’d arrived this morning.

Waiting for the subway and choosing a quieter, less populated carriage, Jake drops into the first seat he saw, muscles beginning to throb as he finally gives in to the cries for rest they had been making all day. It was a twelve minute ride to his stop, but he has a feeling it was going to feel much longer.

Eager to switch his brain off for a moment, he pulls out his phone, opening up Kwazy Kupcakes and getting to work. He was one level from beating Gina, and he would be damned if he was going to let the opportunity to beat her slip.

His ride home can’t have been going for more than five minutes before it all appears to fall apart - train shaking as it struggles to push itself along the tracks before screeching out in protest and stopping suddenly. The inertia of it all pushes Jake’s body forward, gravity forcing him back against the plastic seats with a slap. He looks up from his phone, throwing his head back and groaning in frustration as the familiar half-lights of a broken subway flicker on. A garbled message that only native New Yorkers could possibly understand cuts through the carriage, confirming his worst fears. The train had broken down, and would be underway again ‘soon’ (which Jake already knew to mean an hour, minimum). It was official. He was going nowhere, fast.

“Looks like we’re stuck.” An unfamiliar voice breaks through his self-pity party and Jake drops his head, actually paying attention to his surroundings for the first time since entering the carriage.

And oh, how he wishes he’d looked up earlier.

Across from him, in a red dress, sat truly one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. Her hair was dark; her eyes sparkled, and in her lap she held a book - one finger tucked between the spine and the page she had obviously looked up from. She had a smile on her face that felt incredibly inviting, and when she raised her eyebrows slightly, he realised that he had been staring for probably a beat too long. Taking a nervous swallow, he nods.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

She looks around the carriage, glancing over at the teenager sitting at the other end of the carriage, staring blankly ahead with headphones covering their ears. Her eyes return back to him and shrugs. “At least they said it would be underway soon?”

Jake grimaces, leaning forward until his elbows are resting against his knees. “I’ve been stuck on these things more time than I care to count. I hate to tell you, but it’s going to be at least an hour.”

“ …. oh.”

Way to be a killjoy, Peralta. “Sorry. Hopefully I’m wrong.”

She shakes her head, soft curls shifting against her shoulders as she moves. “No, it’s okay. I was being foolishly optimistic, anyway.”

He blinks. “There’s nothing foolish about optimism.”

Watching him for a beat, a small smile crosses her face. “Maybe you’re right.”

Jake rubs one hand along the back of his neck as he feels his skin begin to flush. He really shouldn’t be feeling as skittish as he is right now, but ever since this woman had broken the silence, his heart rate has been on a steady increase. There was something about her that was incredibly intriguing, and it had made him completely tongue tied.

The lights dim further, and without a subway station outside the window to provide extra illumination, a chill begins to run through the carriage. He catches the other woman shiver slightly, pulling on the sleeves of the cardigan she was wearing until they cover her hands. Without hesitation he stands, shoes scuffing against the linoleum as he shrugs off his jacket, offering it to her with a smile.

Her dark hair swishes against the shoulder of her dress as she shakes her head politely. “Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly.”

He gestures at the hoodie he was still wearing and shrugs. “It’s fine, really.”

“Honestly, I’m not even that cold” she protests, right as a visible shiver runs across her skin. Her fingers tighten their grip on the cardigan, and she looks up at him with a rueful smile.

He extends his arm further, a silent encouragement to take his jacket. “Please, take it.”

She pauses for only a moment before nodding gratefully, wrapping the leather around her shoulders and letting out a quiet sigh of relief as the thicker material shields her from the cold.

Looking upwards and noticing that Jake is still standing, she gestures to the empty bench seat next to her, inviting him to sit. He hesitates for about 3.87 seconds before settling in, still leaving enough distance between them that he doesn’t automatically put himself in the category of Creepy Subway Guy. Pretending not to notice as she pulls a bookmark out from the back of her book before closing and setting it to the side, he drops his head back onto the window behind them and covers his eyes with one hand, letting out another heavy sigh.

She’s watching him when he opens his eyes again, and he sits a little straighter.

“Sorry. It’s … it’s been a long day.”

“I hear ya. I’ve just been through one of the worst dates I’ve had in a long time.”

His mouth twists. “I bet you I could beat your story.”

“Is there anything worse than being pushed into a date with your family dentist, who then speaks in great depth about your mother’s dental history for the majority of the evening - hello, denture talk - only to use the very utensils you were about to crack into your delicious creme brulée with to give you a dental exam, at the table, and then proceed to tell you that under no circumstances should you be having any dessert?”

“Okay, yeah. That is pretty bad.”

“Yep. So not only did I waste several hours of my life at a mediocre restaurant with a man I hope never to see again, I went without dessert. Which, to be honest, was the only thing I was looking forward to the entire time he was talking. Not a great sign for a date.”

Jake smiles, pointing to the jacket still wrapped around her shoulders. “I’ll let you in on a secret. If you look in the left inner pocket, you might find something that could help you.”

She cocks an eyebrow, eyeing him curiously before moving one hand in trepidation. Laughing, she pulls out a packet of sour straws, crying out incredulously - “Wait, do you always have sour straws in your pocket?”

“No, of course not, I was .. going to see a movie later.” Jake lies, face turning red because she had, in fact, hit the nail totally on the head. He was never far away from a packet of sour straws, or gummies, or candy of some sort. So he had a sweet tooth. What of it? It still made him an adult. A slightly less responsible one, but an adult all the same.

Her laugh grows quieter, lips turning into a soft smile as she takes in his reaction. “It’s no big deal, really. Kinda endearing, if you think about it.”

His blush takes on a new lease of life, and she rips open the package with her teeth, taking out a straw before offering him the packet. He takes one readily, eager for a distraction (and also, let’s face it - if he’s chewing on something, he’s less likely to embarrass himself).

“So, I’m curious.” She looks over at him, eyes narrowing slightly as her hair falls in front of them. “What was the ‘worst date’ story that you were going to bring to the table?”

Chewing on the candy as he thinks it over, Jake grabs for another from the packet he’d placed on the seat between them but doesn’t devour it straight away. “Well, it’d be like a fifty-way tie, I think. I could start with the girl who burst into tears when I told her my star sign.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Which is?”

“Uhh, Gemini?”

“Ah.” She nods quickly. “I get it. Okay, continue.”

He gives her a slightly affronted look before continuing. “Oh! I’ve got a good one. Last week. I went on a date with this girl I knew through mutual friends. We went to this great little restaurant, and things were going .. okay. But then about ten minutes in, she takes a phone call, which lasts about twenty minutes - during which she never leaves the table, mind you - and proceeds to tell her friend all about this guy she’d met two nights ago that she’d ‘totally banged’ and how she’s hoping they’ll meet up again”

“Not at all rude.” She answers with a roll of her eyes.

“Right? And then, to add insult to injury, starts to describe me to her friend over the phone. She wasn’t even subtle about it. Like, I know I have a big nose - I see it literally every day. I don’t need to hear somebody using it as my leading feature.”

Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open. “Oh my god. Please tell me you left after that.”

“Totally. I mean, sort of.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were insane.”

“I think by insane, you mean ‘gentleman’. New York is a nightmare. I wanted to make sure she at least got a cab home, so I escorted her to the door. And you’ll never guess who was waiting outside.”

“The guy from the phone call?”

“The guy from the phone call! Who, after having to sit through a one-sided conversation, I knew to be named Brett. And, not gonna lie, it kinda felt like I already knew him. In a biblical sense.”

Throwing her head back she laughs, the sound of her joy bouncing off the carriage walls and uplifting Jake’s mood considerably.

“This is playing out like some kind of bad soap opera.”

He laughs along with her, running one hand through his hair as he shakes his head at the memory. “So anyway, as you can imagine, the two of them took off and I took a cab home on my own. And that was the end of that.”

Her laughter has died down to a soft giggle by now, and as she catches her breath she reaches for another straw, studying it carefully as she wraps the candy around her finger. “I really hate to admit this, but I think maybe you win the ‘who had the worst date’ award.”

Jake looks up in surprise, hand frozen in shock halfway into its journey back towards the candy. “No way. I hate the dentist. The very fact that you went on a DATE with one instantly put it into the Worst Date Ever category, regardless of whatever happened next.”

She laughs again, this time softer as she watches him shove another straw into his mouth. “And there’s no correlation to your secret stash of candies, and your hatred of dentists?”

“Total coincidence.”

“Of course. My mistake.” She unwraps the sweet from her finger, keeping it in a curl and shoving it into her mouth, dusting off the excess sugar as she smiles over at Jake. And he doesn’t mean to stare, but he kind of can’t help how captivating he was finding everything about her.

Desperate to break the silence that had fallen over them, he clears his throat and points toward the book on her side. “So, ahh … is it good, so far?”

She blinks in confusion, twisting slightly as she looks down at the item next to her. “Oh! Yes, actually. I mean, it’s okay. I just needed a bit of a distraction, and its doing that well enough.”

“A distraction?”

Nodding, she takes another look around the carriage before turning back to him, chewing on the edge of her lip slightly before confessing. “Yeah, I get a little claustrophobic sometimes.”

Jake nods, keeping his expression carefully blank. His aunt Linda had a similar problem, and he knew that panic often fed off of other people’s reactions. “And .. how are you feeling right now?”

She looks at him for a moment, tucking her hair behind both of her ears. “I’m doing good.” Ducking her head down, she mumbles, “Really good, actually.”

Another nod, lips clamping down as the word noice bubbles up inside his chest. And he doesn’t know why, but before he knows it he’s just talking. About nothing and everything - from the result of last night’s Mets game (he was devastated, she indifferent) to the age-old debate over whether pineapple had any place being on pizza (him an emphatic no, she impartial to the occasional slice, but refusing to call it her favourite).

The conversation is easy with her, the gap between them lessening as topics bounced between them. She laughs as though it has been too long since she’s had the chance to do so, her smile drawing him closer every time - and his jacket looks so perfect on her shoulders that he’s almost certain he’s never going to be able to wear it again without thinking it’s actually hers.

Jake’s halfway through telling her a story about the time he skinned his knees in the seventh grade when the lights in the carriage switch back on, the surprisingly loud sound of the engine whirring to life giving them both pause as the familiar rocking sensation of a moving train commences. And then she asks a follow up question, and the story continues, until suddenly he can see his stop coming up.

He wants to stay forever on this carriage, talking to this beautiful woman he still doesn’t know the name of, but its also been an incredibly long day and another early morning wake-up is looming. Reluctantly he stands, mouth dropping in surprise - and, dare we say, a little joy - when she stands as well, and in unison they realise that they must share the same stop. His head drops to the side a little, and he wonders how many times he must have walked past her and never even realised it. (Perhaps his mother was right, every time she scolded him for not looking up from his phone. Maybe, this whole time he had been missing out on something amazing.)

They’re still talking, walking against the crowd pushing to board the Very Late train when her phone begins to ring. She looks at him apologetically, mouthing a quick sorry before picking up the call.

“Kylie, hey - can I call you ba-” her brow creases, and she stops in her tracks. Jake, by default, stops as well - ignoring the muttered expletive of a disgruntled local as they bump into his shoulder. Her eyes turn towards his, wide and alarmed as she listens to the person on the other end of the line.

“Wait, where are you right now?” She drops the phone to her chest briefly, taking a few steps away from Jake as she shakes her head. “I’ve gotta go - I’m so sorry! It was really nice to meet you, uh - ” the last few words are softer to his ears as she’s already turning, moving further away, phone glued to an ear as she pays more attention to her friend’s obvious disaster.

“Jake!” He calls out across the station, already knowing that she’s too far gone to hear him. “My name is Jake.”

* * *

An apparent solution arrives the following morning.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what we need to do here.”

Jake gestured around the crime scene they were currently standing in. “Test for prints and start interviewing witnesses?”

“No! We have to find her, Jake!”

He looks up from an evidence marker, furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry … her?”

“Your mystery woman! The beautiful woman you were stuck on the subway with. She’s obviously your soulmate.”

“Charles. You’re insane. There’s no way any of that is true.” Jake hoped he sounded convincing, because if he was being really honest with himself, he’d have to admit that a certain someone’s dark hair and incredible mind had yet to disappear from his thoughts, since finally getting home and collapsing into bed last night.

“Even if you can’t hear the wedding bells, I can. We cannot let her slip away.”

Jake sighs. There was a part of him that knew this morning, when he began to describe his encounter with the mysterious woman to Charles, that it was going to end in some hare-brained scheme. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

“I mean, we’ve got a very comprehensive database at our hands that could definitely narrow our search down.”

Jake takes a step closer to his friend, lowering his voice. “Good idea, except for the fact that it’s highly illegal and a complete invasion of her privacy.”

“Right, right, good point, right. We could get Terry to do up a facial composite?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Charles.”

His partner falls silent for a moment, before giving Jake that smug smile that is almost definitely going to lead to a debacle. “Leave it with me, Jakey. I’ve got a brilliant idea, that absolutely cannot go wrong.”

“I’m almost scared to ask what it is.”

“No no, it’s fine … totally fine. Say, why don’t you finish up interviewing these witnesses, and I’ll meet you back at the precinct? Some … thing has just come up, and I’m going to need to take care of it real quick.”

“Flawless alibi, Boyle.” Jake rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “But yes, I will meet you back at the precinct. Just … nothing crazy, okay?”

“Jake. I am the King of romance. Trust me on this.”

* * *

“Oh my god, Charles, what have you done?!”

“Well I mean, you kinda tied my hands a little when you told me that the database was off limits, Jake.”

Lifting up the phone still in his hand as he approaches Boyle’s desk, Jake shakes his head in frustration. “That’s not what I talking about. I’ve seen the Facebook post. You put hearts where my eyes were. You’ve literally given me heart eyes. I am officially an emoji.”

“An emoji who is looking for his dream girl!”

“Charles!”

From her desk in the corner, Gina calls out. “Hey Jake, why oh why are you trending on twitter? When did your handle become @waiting4u? And who on earth is Mystery Subway Girl?”

“Mystery Sub - Charles! Come on, man!”

His partner shrugs, not even bothering to look contrite. “You’ve got to put all of this stuff on the line if you really want to meet her, Jake. The universe has already given you the first shot. We cannot afford to lose the next chance.”

“For the billionth time, I did not ‘lose’ my first shot. Her phone rang, and her friend was having an emergency. She had to leave. What did you expect me to do, chase after her?”

Rosa diverts from her path to the break room, empty coffee mug still in her hand. “Hold up. You were talking to a woman last night, and her phone rang with a friend having an emergency on the other end, interrupting your conversation?"

Jake frowns, staring at her with a puzzled look. “Yeah. Why?”

She snorts. “Dude. That’s the oldest trick in the book. Classic diversion tactic. Hate to tell you this, but she was obviously trying to get away from you.”

He shakes his head at her obvious error. “No way, Rosa.” And then his mind begins to replay the events. “Wait. No. I mean …” his head drops. “Oh my god.”

“You’re totally right, boo!” Gina calls out from the corner, throwing Rosa a wink when she turns.

“I don’t understand,” Jake mumbles, head still shaking in distraction. “We were totally hitting it off. The whole time we were talking, neither of us used our phones once. It couldn’t have been a set up.”

“Girls plan, Jake. She would have set it up for her ‘friend’ to call with an ‘emergency’ at a certain time. Her picking up was a signal that she needed rescuing.” Rosa shrugs, moving to refill her coffee. “Don’t take it personal. It happens.”

“I got played.” He says dejectedly, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I totally got played. Oh no. Charles. You need to take this stuff down, right now.”

From his position at his desk, Boyle leans forward, shaking his head vehemently. “No way, Jake! This is all crazy talk. There’s no way that she was using some tactic to get away from you.”

“Charles, it’s embarrassingly obvious. Please take it all down, before more people see it.”

“Trust me Jake, there is no way that you could flash your baby browns at someone and not have them fall in love with you. You’re a total catch! Not to mention that she’s obviously your perfect match. Who wouldn’t want to fall in love with the handsome, funny cop you got stuck with on the subway?”

Jake shakes his head. “She doesn’t know I’m a cop. And she’s not my perfect match. She literally ran away from me. Take it down, Boyle.”

His partner gasps. “She doesn’t know your a cop? But Jake, that’s your signature move!”

He shrugs in response. “It just never came I up, I guess.” Lifting his phone, he checks the time and sighs. “Look, I’ve got a couple of witness interviews to get through. Will you just promise me that you’ll take all of this down, and give it up, Charles? Please?”

Charles fiddles with the mustard coloured tie that rested against his chest, looking over at his computer monitor before sighing. “Fine.” Satisfied, Jake walks quickly towards the interview rooms, already eager to keep his mind off the morning’s events.

* * *

It’s several hours later before Jake resurfaces from the room, rubbing his tired eyes as he makes his way back to his desk, almost running into Captain Holt on the way.

“Detective Peralta.”

“Sir?”

“While you have been conducting interviews, I have fielded phone calls from NINE different television broadcasting companies, all of whom are inexplicably eager to take time out of their days to drive out to the precinct and take video footage of you speaking to them. I am presently unaware of any high profile case that would warrant such a desire. Do you care to explain the situation to your superior officer?”

Instantly alert, Jake shakes his head in anger. “Charles was supposed to have taken care of this.”

Holt nods. “Ah. I had an instinct that Detective Boyle would have had some sort of role in this fiasco. As such, I have thwarted his last three attempts to leave the precinct before your interviews were over. He is presently in the bullpen. I suggest that you go speak to him, and sort this matter out before I receive yet another phone call.”

Jake’s already taken four steps in that direction before his captain can finish. “Already on it, sir.”

The other man at least has the decency to look remorseful as Jake storms up to his desk, momentarily lost for words as the anger supersedes him. “I know, I know. But I believe in love, Jake. And I really thought - ”

“Charles! Come on, man!”

His partner stands, raising his hands in surrender as he tries to calm Jake down. “If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. I’ll be man enough to admit it. But, I’m not wrong on this. We were just working too small at the beginning. I had to bring in the big guns to really get the message out. We’ll find her, Jakey. I just know we will.”

“P.S. Jakester, you’re now officially number two on the trending list on Twitter. You’ve made it.” Gina butts in, patting him on the shoulder as she moves towards the copy room.

“There was a man with a camera outside who stopped me when I went to get a hot dog!” Scully calls out, eyes wide with excitement. “He wanted to know my name and asked if I knew who you were. Don’t worry Jake, I totally told him how cool you are.”

“Our lovelorn detective!” Hitchcock cried out in agreement.

Jake throws his hands up in confusion. “I’m sorry, does nobody see how straight-up INSANE all of this is?”

From behind them a new voice interjects, clearing their throat softly before speaking. “Um, pardon me? I don’t mean to interrupt, but ..”

Jake pauses, tirade dying in his throat. He knows that voice.

His heart bouncing up and down like it’s found a jumping castle inside his abdomen, Jake holds his hand up to Charles in a silent warning. Slowly he turns, scarcely believing that perhaps one of his partners crazy ideas actually worked.

But it was true. As impossible as it may have seemed, one of Boyle’s plans had worked. And the beautiful woman from the night before, that his mind has refused to let go of once, is now standing in front of him.

She smiles, raising her hand in a tiny wave. “Hi.”

She’s here. From behind Jake, Charles clears his throat, and it’s enough to pull him from his stupor, smiling back at the woman so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. “Hi!”

Shoulders raising in a tiny shrug, she lifts up her left hand and for the first time Jake notices that she’s holding his jacket on her arm. “I’m sorry if I’m pulling you away from something important. I just wanted to return your jacket before the day turned cold again.”

She’s just a beautiful as he remembers - perhaps even more so, in a floral patterned blouse and perfectly fitting jeans. And then she gives him another smile, reaching out to hand him his jacket, and Jake knows he’s falling in deep.

“Thank you - you really didn’t have to go out of your way to bring this back to me. But … thank you.” He hears a tiny squeal escape Charles, and resists the urge to swing back around a clamp a hand around his mouth.

“Please. It was the least I could do.” Her voice is so soft, he could listen to it forever.

You can do this, Peralta. Just ask the beautiful girl out for coffee. “Hey listen … oh god, I just realised that I still don’t know your name.”

The beautiful woman smiles at him again, reaching out her right hand. “Amy. My name is Amy.”

Amy. “Well, it’s really nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Jake.”

His hand grips hers as they shake, and he has this overwhelming urge to never let go.

And then, there is Charles.

“So tell us, Amy - which one of my incredible plans drew you here? Was it my tweet? My post on Facebook? Or Instagram? The article I paid for in the evening edition? Or was it the billboard on -”

“Billboard? Charles, please tell me there isn’t a BILLBOARD out there with my face on it.”

“Uhhh … Maybe just avoid 83rd street for a little while?”

“Um, it was none of those things, actually.” Amy’s voice broke through the noise, saving Charles from what was about to be a Very Serious Discussion from Jake.

Charles blinks. “Wait … you didn’t see any of it?” She shakes her head. “So … how did you know to come here? Ohmygod you followed your heart! Jakey! I knew it! I knew you two were-”

“Hold it!” Jake raises his voice slightly, noticing the bewildered look that had taken over Amy’s feature, desperate to stop his best friend before he said anything too terrifying. “Charles, let her speak.”

Amy gives him a grateful smile, glancing over at his partner warily before speaking. “I’ve been at work, at Brooklyn Library, all day. Deep in the periodical section, which was in serious need of updating. So I haven’t really looked at any social media all day.” She shrugs. “It was kinda nice, actually.”

Jake nods, and she continues, gesturing to the jacket he still gripped in his left hand. “Your business card. It was in one of the pockets. Along with a receipt for five packets of sour gummies, might I add."

“Huh. I have no idea how that got in there.”

She shakes her head, eyes crinkling as she smiles at him, and Jake could swear he could almost hear the angels sing.

“Anyway. Last night when I got home and realised I was still wearing your jacket, I figured - worst case scenario, I’d just catch the subway again tonight and maybe run into you. Which, in hindsight, could have been a really long night. Safe to say I’m glad some part of me decided to go digging a little. Because there you were - Jake Peralta, Detective for the 99th Precinct.”

“AKA, the love of your life” Charles mutters behind Jake, thankfully low enough that nobody else hears him.

Okay. Time for a distraction. Grabbing a nearby pen and post-it from Charles’ desk, Jake quickly scribbles down a series of random numbers and letters before handing in quickly to his partner. “Charles, before I forget - could you please do me a favour and retrieve this file from the evidence locker? I really think it could help us with this case.”

The older man judges Jake with careful eyes, eventually nodding and pocketing the paper square. He turns to Amy, giving her an overly excited smile before spinning on his heel, taking his tan pants to a room far away from the bullpen, for the moment unaware that such a case file does not exist.

Jake turns back to Amy, catching her as she exhales a calming breath. “Sorry about that.” He begins, gesturing behind him. “It’s been an interesting day, to say the least.” She nods, and he can feel the cogs in his head begin to turn, trying to figure out the best way to ask this beautiful woman out before she walks out of his life forever. The stakes were sky high for many reasons, and he knew he couldn’t afford to mess it up.

Thankfully, she speaks before he can. “Hey … listen. I know that I said that I came by to drop your jacket off, but I have to confess something.”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’ve committed some obscure crime and you need my help to make it ‘go away’?” He asks, lifting his hands up to make quotation marks at the end of the sentence.

“What? No! I wanted to tell you - wait. Has that actually happened to you before?”

“I told you, I’ve had some truly terrible dates.”

Her eyebrows lift in surprise as she blinks. “Wow. Anyway, I kind of wanted to tell you that I had a really great time last night. Which is something I never thought I would say about a ride on broken down subway. But I really hadn’t been enjoying my night, and then you came along, and you completely distracted me from everything, and … well, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Thinking about you, actually.”

Jake smiles, trying not to be too obvious about the pounding rhythm his heart has since taken up. “I’ve been thinking about you, too. Although I feel as though I need to warn you about going on any sort of social media for the rest of the day. Charles kind of went a little overboard in his obsession to reunite us.”

“Oh, yes. I heard him, but honestly I was terrified to ask what he meant.”

“It’s probably going to look a little insane. But in all honesty, he has the purest of intentions. And he is, like, certain that we are meant to be together. And …” he pauses, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, “I don’t want to come across as a weirdo, but I’m beginning to think that maybe he’s onto something.”

Amy nods, teeth clamping down on her lower lip gently as her face turns a soft pink. Taking the chance while it’s in front of him, Jake takes a deep breath, summoning up all of his courage. “So, with that in mind … Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?”

Her smile is wide and bright, and with her enthusiastic nod Jake can feel his heart rate return back to its normal speed, relief coursing through his veins at the realisation that she wants to date me.

(It is also very possible that he just heard Charles squeal from the hallway.)

It only takes another evening before Jake takes Amy on what turns out to be a Very Good Date - perhaps even the greatest date ever. And when he kisses her goodnight at the front steps of her apartment, he knows that he’s not ever going to want to let her go.

Thankfully, she never asks him to.

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The Lie

Chapter Two

Masterlist

Chapter One

Warning: Nothing really just a few religious references

When you woke up in the morning Shawn had disappeared. You began to feel worried so you got up, did your usual routine and went downstairs. When you arrived to the kitchen you saw a little note which said: ‘Sorry babe, I had to leave for work early. See you later tonight. xx’ You let it slide. He’d make up for it later. You opened the cabinet and got out what you needed for breakfast, you weren’t a big fan of breakfast but you read that if you have breakfast it helps lose weight. Something along those lines, of course you weren’t actually reading the whole thing you just saw ‘lose weight’ and you took that offer.

You didn’t have the energy to make anything extravagant so you just settled with cereal and some toast. Putting the CEREAL FIRST BEFORE THE MILK. You ate then cleaned up.

You could say you lived with Shawn but you really only had the keys to his house so it was practically yours too. You called Sofia as you didn’t want to be alone. She came in a little drowsy and she looked temporarily malnourished.

“You got any food in this place?” She asked as she was clearly watching you eat your cereal and toast.

“Yeah we’ve got some cereal and toast if you want some.”

“Yeah, I’ll go get some cereal.” She said struggling to reach the cereal on top of the cabinet.

“You need any help there...shorty?!”

“Shut up.”

You laughed and helped her get to the cereal. You were much taller than Sofia was standing at 5’9 and ¾ with a 6’2 boyfriend it was really the perfect match. You were sure to have giant children someday.

She took it from you, set it aside and went straight to the fridge where she got the milk out. She poured the milk into the bowl and got the cereal in too. You were truly disgusted to say the least. THE CEREAL WAS FLOATING IN THE FUCKING MILK!

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” You screamed which seemed to startle her a little.

“What do you mean? I’m just making my cereal.”

“WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THE MILK FIRST? LOOK HOW THE CEREAL BITS ARE FLOATING IN THE MILK, WHAT IS THIS?!” Your arms were flaffing about whilst you were surely going mentally crazy.

She rolled her eyes “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just cereal. Besides everyone knows that you put the milk first THEN the cereal.”

You were sure you were going to faint, something which you had never done in your life.

“JESUS CHRIST!” You ran upstairs to get the holy water that your mother had given you and you started spraying her with it.

“NOT” spray “IN” spray “MY” spray “HOUSE” and sprayed her again and she used her arms to shield herself.

“You know,” she said ducking whilst covering herself. “It’s not exactly your house.”

“I know, but I’m here most of the time, my stuff is here and we share the same bed at night ; as long as I have the keys I’m still going to consider it my house.”

“OKAY! OKAY! ENOUGH WATER I’M COMPLETELY WET!”

You laughed at that comment, your dirty mind coming into place.

“Good, allow Jesus Christ to enter your heart.”

She looked at you awkwardly and walked over to the sink. “Okaaaay. I’m just going to turn this out because I don’t want it anymore thanks to you.”

You gasped “Do you know how many malnourished people would love that bowl of cereal huh?! There are people starving in China!”

She looked at you “Oh I thought you were going to say someplace in Africa.”

“PEOPLE ARE STARVING IN CHINA TOO! In fact people are starving everywhere.” You said in a matter of factly way

“Wow. It’s not like the cereal is even wanted because I put the milk first.”

You blinked back in sudden realisation. “Oh yeah. No one wants that shit turn it away.”

After your little breakfast battle Sofia headed home to change and sleep some more after all, she did only come for you and you did end up spraying her with water but there was a perfectly good reason for that so you refuse to apologise. Now you’re home alone, just like you were when you woke up. You decided to go to your mother’s house for some more holy water because you were pretty sure it finished whilst you were fighting with Sofia and you’ll never know when you might need it to cast more sinful demons - the ones who put the milk in first away.

You called Shawn to let him know that you were going to your mother’s house.

“Okay, erm… what time will you be back?”

“A couple of hours after you finish from work, you know how my mother gets when she sees her daughter.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. See you soon.”

“Bye.” You said bye to Shawn and ended the call. Shawn seemed a little stressed over the phone - but then again people become stressed when they reach the workplace and you sure would be annoyed if you had the best night of your life which then had to be ruined by work. Luckily you were on holiday so you’ve had most of the time to yourself. Sofia was too as you both worked in the same place.

Once you reached your mother’s place you knocked on the door and a quick “Hold on” came through. You waited a bit and when the door open your mother had a massive smile on her face.

“Oh my baby is back! Oh my, it’s like you’ve forgotten about me.” Your mom said in a dramatic way. You rolled your eyes.

“Mom, I saw you on Sunday when you forced me to come to your church and I spoke to you on Monday because you only called to ask me how the service went.”

“That was so long ago!”

Your mother was like a magnet whenever you were around but that was only because she still considered you as her little baby girl.

“Anyway, what brings you here?”

“Oh I just missed you.” She gave you that look - the one she gave when she knew you wanted something more.

“Oh really? Weren’t you just rolling your eyes and talking about how it wasn’t that long ago since we last saw each other? Why the sudden deprivation of me now?” She asked. She knew what you were up to but if she knew what you really wanted she would be delighted. You hadn’t used that holy water since she gave it to you in high school she would think that you had been frequently using it, unaware of the fact that you just so happened to use all of it on Sofia.

“Okay fine, I need more holy water.” She gasped.

“Oh my baby is finally using the things I give her! Come inside.”

Long story short you got what you needed after spending hours in the living room with your mother talking about your private life because she said you owed her, so you had to tell her what she wanted to hear (which obviously didn’t include the parts with Shawn *wink* *wink*). You were going to leave and she bribed you with food like the witch in Hansel and Gretel, so you stayed because food is literally life and you’d make up for it at the gym if you ever went. You and Sofia have planned to go but kept blowing it off to go and sleep after work, forgetting about your plans and then rescheduling it even though you knew you were never going to set foot it there.

When you arrived home Shawn was laid out on the couch asleep. You guessed that work tired him out, but he looked so adorable just laid there and you knew that someday this was going to be the norm. You went upstairs to change into your comfortable pyjamas and headed back downstairs where Shawn was surprisingly awakening from his slumber.

“Oh hey baby, I didn’t see you there.” You had some suspicions.

“Shawn, don’t you think it’s a little weird that I just came back and you woke as soon as I got changed.”

He yawned but you knew what he was playing at.

“Come here I missed you so much.”

You took five slow steps until you reached the edge of the sofa where he was laying. He then reached an arm out towards you and before you knew it, both arms were wrapped around your waist as he started to tickle you. You screamed in shock and excitement and you fell right on top of him. He let out a short “oof” but still carries on. This went on for about five minutes until his phone rang.

“Sorry babe, I’ve got to take this.” Of course you didn’t mind that much as you were still recovering from the stimulation of your nerve endings. It was all good until Shawn got a tad bit angry over the phone.

“What do you want from me now?” His face looked strained and you assumed it was work because it always was.

“Ugh why?....okay….yeah…..okay, fine I’ll be there soon.”

Just by overhearing the conversation that was just had you knew that he was going to leave you soon.

“I’m sorry babe I’ve got to go.”

“Right now? But it’s so late. It’s 10pm!”

“I know honey, and I’m sorry but I’ve really got to go.”

“Is it work?”

“Ehh… yeah, yeah it’s work - look I’ve got to go.” He said as he kissed your cheeks nose then lips. You giggled a little but it still couldn’t hide the fact that you were a little upset still. You hardly got time with him today. He grabbed his coat and keys and headed out. You heard the car start and he drove off. You were alone.

You don’t remember what you did to pass time but you headed straight to bed and died for the night. You heard the door open which woke you up but you were still tired and you knew it was Shawn. You kept your eyes closed and you heard footsteps get louder and louder until your room door opened. You didn't know why you said it to be your room as you didn’t officially live with Shawn. You had your own place which you shared with another guy called Cayden but he went by Cade. Of course Shawn was obviously jealous at the fact that you shared an apartment with him so he got you a key cut of his original key so you could spend more time with Shawn and not Cade. You still go to your own house but Shawn’s felt a little more like home. Plus, Cade was gay and if anyone should be jealous it should be you seeing as Cade had a few pictures of Shawn and would wolf whistle at any chance he got to see Shawn in pixelated form or in the flesh. Cade also had a lot of guys over at times and there were noises in your head that you were certain you could never unhear, the trauma and spending nights curled up in your bed and humming to block out the noises like a child who had witnessed Pennywise at night.

The door shut and Shawn assumed you were sleeping. You opened one eye a little to peek at his little strip show, you couldn’t deny it was hot and it was even better as it was not intentional. You felt the bed dip as he crawled into it, he kissed your cheek and whispered a mere

“goodnight princess. I think I’m fucked.”

A/N: Just so you guys know the gif at the top is THE CORRECT way to eat cereal. If you do it in any other way...Please get out. 😂 I’m kidding but I hoped you guys liked it and feedback is always appreciated I don’t bite❤️.

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