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yan-snowcave · 7 months ago

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Marriage Imagine with the Milo's;

🐇 Pre-Milo 🐇

• Thanks to his job as a Chiropractor he sometimes will teasingly offer you a massage, mentioning how skilled he became with his hands

• If you do accept his offer be ready to have a blushing mess on your hand but you will get a very good massage (if you return the teasing during this he will take a break to hide his face)

• Brings you little a little gift every week this ranges from flowers to your favorite snacks, merch of of anime/bands/ect you like and ittle nick nacks that just reminded him of you

• He taught himself flower language to show his love and affectionate when he feels like his words aren’t enough

• When you have a bad day he will order some take out and put in your favourite movie while showering you in kisses. He will even put on some fake bunny ears if it would make you smile or laugh

• Wears his wedding ring on a chain so he doesn't lose it, he will also fidget with it when nervous or just really misses you

• Both of the rings have a message on the inside, your ring has the message “Forever yours, even if we change” carved into it

• His Yandere tendencies will start showing more freely now that you can’t escape him, one of these includes having cameras in every plushy he made so he can watch you when he isn't home

• Will hide Sticky notes with reminders how much he loves you around the house and in your pockets

• Has grown a bit of a backbone but the second you call him the nickname you gave him or anything sweet really he returns to his old state of flustered bunny

🐺 V-Milo 🐺

• One word; Househusband. He will stay at home and do all the chores; cooking, cleaning, taking care of the garden if you have one, guarding the home, ect

• Will run to the door when he hears footsteps in hope it's you, if he was right and its you he will pull you into a hug and give you a bunxh of welcome back kisses. If you playfully refuse or dodge his kisses he will let out some dog whines and follow you around

• But if it wasn’t you then he will growl at the door and if anyone dares to knock at the door they will be met with a pissed off 6ft tall guy who’s already getting his loyal metal bat ready for a swing

• Makes you lunch for work and similar to Pre!Milo he will leave sticky notes on them with reminders of his love, if you had a rough morning he will also add an extra sweet treat

• He sometimes adds a cute lil’ doddle on the back of it

• Instead of a wedding ring he has a dog tag on his collar with ‘Married to Y/N’ engraved on it and your wedding date

• He lets you choose between a normal ring and a specially made armband that has a tracker built in it & a hidden knife for self defense of course. If you choose the ring he will implant a tracker on the back of your neck, otherwise he won't allow you to leave house unless he’s with you

• If you two need it he will work as a Personal Coach, he will only meet up with his clients when you are at work though

• Took a stray dog in once and now you have a dog, he sometimes gets annoyed at it for taking your attention away from him

🐈‍⬛ M-Milo 🐈‍⬛

• Asks for (demands) good morning & goodbye kisses and if he doesn't get them he will whine, act bratty and generally be more clingy then he usally is. You can easily fix this by simply giving in or pulling on his collar though that might just make him sweat in excitment…

• Background checked the place you work at and got some blackmail on the higher ups in case they dare to try and mess with you

• Proudly tells everyone that you guys are married and shows off his wedding ring. He also branded a heart with your Initials right on top where his actual heart is to prove his devotion

• If you introduce him as your husband first though, he will be bouncing on the spot, he will also loudly purr loudly and sweat a bit

• On nights where you need a distraction, can’t sleep or anxiety is getting to you. He will make up stories and fairy tales, he changes them up to whatever you need it to be; Comedy, Action, Romance, ect

• Loves to serenade to you and during especially soft moments he will grab your hand and lead you into a dance throughout whatever room you two are in

• Feeding you is his favourite thing to do and he will literally beg you to let him feed you, even if it's just desert. When you return the favor he just smiles back at you and says; “As sweet as this is, you’re still sweeter~”

• Boop his nose to “restart” him, one boop will make him drop down into your lap and a second boop will habe him slowly get up with a ‘mrrp?~’

• Will wear Cat Ears and a Tail at home ifnyou ask him to. Just be warned that if you play/fidget with them he will act as if they were real and tease you

• “Oh do you like them that much, love? Do you like the feeling of ears and how my tail curls around your fingers? Should I meow for you?~”

• Makes every anniversary special by planning it all out, it starts with breakfast in bed and some kisses before he brings you to fancy restaurants or a day trips to a place you always wanted to go to. And to top it all off when you come home he will bride carry you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath and a massage. You won’t have to lift a finger on this day, he will take care of everything

#perfect love vn #perfect love #pl milo #pl manipulation milo #pl violence milo #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #it was fun writing V & M Milo :3 #But I think I gonna focus more on writing my hell trio or those two xD Vanilla Milo.is hard #or maybe draw more xD #my writing

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mehidktbh · 3 years ago

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ok ok if you want

Bo (or all the Sinclairs lol) with an afab s/o who gets insulted/made fun of because of cellulite and stretch marks on her legs? or arm flab? or not being shaved (legs and arm pits)? or all of it?

some city boy just acting all disgusted by leg hair lmao

my issue is that I always come up with even more ideas when writing my request, my main idea was about cellulite aaaaaa

A/N: Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! I love this one! Thanks, sm for requesting! :)

Warning: Reader being made fun of, bullying, reader being insecure and mentions killing and violence

BO SINCLAIR:

- Bo would definitely be angry when he finds out what those people said to you. He would definitely stop what he was doing and handle those people right away. If they weren't already dead by Vincent

- He'll make sure they get what they deserve, rather that could be killing them on the spot out of anger. Or instead, he'd take them down to the basement and torture them for as long as he liked. He would also let you watch and interact if you wanted, he'll watch from the corner and probably cheer you on.

- But if that's not your thing don't worry Bo doesn't mind, it's not like he'd want them to see you anyway after what they did. He'd gladly go up to the house and give you all the sweet time you want with him.

- Speaking of that, this is the only time he'd probably be vulnerable to you and sweet towards you. He'd coat you in nothing but sweet words and praises as he gently touches and rubs your skin.

- If you want some alone time he's more than happy to give you that. Just call him anytime you want and he'll be coming back to you with a glass of water in hand and ready to fetch or do anything you'd like.

- He's also open to you wanting to cuddle or watching something. While Bo normally doesn't like breaking routine most days he'll only break it when he has to. And you surely are an expectation.

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

- Aw...

- This man would be all lovey-dovey towards you <3

- He would understand what it's like to be hated and insecure. So when you finally admit that those people earlier he is all mad and angry towards them. He'll be more than happy to kill them for you if you want :)

- When Bo finally hands over the bodies to Vincent he'll do whatever you want to them. He'll make sure that there tossed and thrown away to the pit first thing tomorrow and therefore never seen or talked about again.

- Through just like Bo, Vincent would also be more than happy to give you snuggles and cuddles. Do you just want to lay in bed all day? Of course, he'll be there laying next to you. And then when you wake up Vincent would have already prepared you a nice meal, he doesn't care what you look like or your body he just wants you to eat.

- Vincent would also cheer you up by drawing sketches and pictures of you. Like just little doddles of you probably laying down or standing up in a field of flowers or something. ❤️

LESTER SINCLAIR:

- Lester would be calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. He would hate for you (this precious angel) To be hurt by some other low life losers. He'd constantly tell you how much he loves you and he would show it too.

- He'll maybe have to deal with them someplace private or instead let Bo and Vincent handle them. Maybe by him telling them what they did But overall he just wants you to forget about them as soon as possible and just focus on how stunning you are.

- He'd kiss you and tell you all these things about you. How much he loves you and how much wants you, all while trailing his hands up and down your body.

- He'll also do anything you want, such as running a bath or going out maybe. Want to watch TV? Of course! Want to go out maybe? Yes, he'd do it all for you!!

- This man would worship the ground you walk on. He'd also worship you. If you know what I mean...

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artist-tae · 4 years ago

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fate (jungkook x fem!reader)

Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?

Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin

Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au

Words: 2.6k

Chapter 5/6 (1) (2) (3) (4)

The empty silence of your room was dreadful. Your head was spinning from you overthinking and you could not relax all day. You sat on your bed staring at the wall, deep in thought. Visions of Jungkook filled your mind and you couldn’t get him out of your head. It was almost pathetic at this point. You gazed into space wondering what your options were. It was time for you to move on.

"_______?"

Jimin’s words snapped you out of your spiralling thoughts. You didn’t even notice him entering the room. He stood next to you at the end of your bed, looking down at you as you sat. You felt guilty even looking at his face.

"I was wondering if you wanted some food?" he asked with concern. He had just found you in your room, staring at a blank wall, ignoring him calling out for you.

"Thanks Jimin, but I think I’m alright for now," you responded, trying your best to form a smile.

Jimin raised his eyebrows at you. He knew when you were tense or had your mind on something. It made it hard to keep anything a secret from him. He could read you like a book at this point.

"You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you. I don’t want you to suffer alone with your big head full of thoughts. " He joked, reaching his hand up and ruffling your hair.

You laughed at his actions, pulling his hand away from your head.

"Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I’m just tired these days", you explained to him.

Another lie, Jimin thought. He decided he wasn’t going to force it out of you. He was also afraid that he already knew who you were thinking about.

You watched as Jimin’s mouth turned into a smirk. You shot him a confused look. Suddenly, you felt his two hands rest on your knees. He leaned his frame over you, causing you to lean back. His face was barely inches from yours. His eyes scanned your entire face, entranced by your beauty.

"How about I make us some dinner tonight?" he whispered, "Just me and you."

Jimin knew how to cook, and his dishes always left your mouth watering for more. You smiled back at him; the idea of a nice home cooked meal was perfect for you.

"I would love that."

He smiled back at you. You notice his eyes dart to your lips. Suddenly, your body froze at this. Jimin had his eyes shut and he was leaning in. Panic spread throughout your body. Before he could connect his lips with yours, you held his shoulder to keep him in place. Jimin opened his eyes and shot you a questionable look.

"I think I need some fresh air," was all you could think to say. You cringed at how pathetic your choice of words was.

Jimin, on the other hand, being the gentleman that he was, nodded and stood up straight again, allowing you to finally catch your breath. You immediately stood up, straightened up, and walked over to get your keys and coat. As you were about to walk out of the room, Jimin’s hand grabbed your wrist gently.

"He’s not worth it, you know." Jimin stated.

Jimin’s features were now dark and full of pity for you. You were lost for words at how blunt he was.

"What?"

"That guy, he couldn’t treat you with the love you deserve. If he is destroying you, then it is not love, ______. "

The silence you both stood in was filled with tension. You didn’t dare break it for fear that something would go wrong. You gave a slight nod to Jimin before turning and heading out of the house.

You jumped in your car and put it in the ignition. You pressed your head against the wheel of the car in frustration. Your head was spinning with stress. Jimin’s words were echoing in your head as you drove away from your house. You knew he was right. Jungkook coming back into your life was doing more harm than good. Jimin was only watching out for you.

You needed answers.

Before you even realised what you were doing, your car was already pulling into Jungkook’s home. You wasted no time in leaving the car and walking up to the front door. You knew if you sat and overthought the whole situation, you would just turn around and leave. You gave one last sigh and pressed the doorbell to the house.

It felt like an eternity had passed before you heard the sound of the door unlocking. A dishevelled Jungkook opened the door. His eyes widened seeing you standing at his doorstep so unexpected. You noted Jungkook dressed in gym shorts and a loose tank top, exposing all his tattoos from his arms down to his legs. The silence between you two suggested that Jungkook wasn’t planning on greeting you.

"Can we talk?"

Jungkook’s face was still emotionless as he processed your words. Finally, he jerked his head, motioning you to come inside, holding the door open for you. You walked past him entering his house. You caught the smell of cigarettes in the air as he directed you to his bedroom.

Piles of drawings were strewn across his desk and on the floor in his room. Some were crumpled up in or near the trash can. You noticed the ashtray on his desk, from which smoke was rising from a glowing cigarette. You obviously caught him during his creative hours, when he was sketching up new tattoo designs for his clients. Jungkook took a seat at the foot of his bed. You made the decision to continue standing.

“What are you working on?", you asked.

"Just some doddles for work.", was all he replied. He stared down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.

You could easily tell he was uneasy with you being here so suddenly.

"It looks really good. Your drawing skills have improved a lot. "

"Why are you here _____?", his eyes finally shot up to look at you. He had a look of displeasure.

You began to fidget with your fingers. Jungkook knew that you only did this when you were nervous.

"I need to know" you explained, "Why did you kiss me?"

Jungkook let out a cynical scoff. "Why did I kiss you? Isn’t it obvious _____? "

"But I need to know why you did it when you know I am with Jimin."

Jungkook’s arm muscles tensed up at the sound of his name. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.

"Why aren’t you with him then, huh? Why did you come all the way to my house just to ask me about kissing you? ", he hissed at you.

Your nervousness turned to anger. Why does Jungkook think he has the right to be mad at you when this was all his fault?

"Stop avoiding the question." You said harshly, "Tell me why you did it."

Jungkook was now stood up towering over your frame in rage.

"Maybe it’s because I finally got to see you after all these years after you chose to dump me out of nowhere!"

You were speechless at his words. Jungkook's face morphed from anger into defeat. His shoulders were slouched down, and his eyes were now watering.

"Think about it ______. We were perfect. Everything was going so well. We were going so well. But you had to end things with me to go halfway across the country. I know you did it for school. But did you ever stop to think about how it would affect me? You left me alone. It was like you were never even there. "

Jungkook choked up a sob.

"You were all that I had _____."

The lump in your throat was growing as you saw the tears stream down his face.

"I couldn’t stop thinking about the life we could have had." He said, sniffling.

"You knew how much I loved you, Jungkook." you said, fighting the tears.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes at your words. "Loved" he laughed dryly.

"We were just kids. I had to move on," you explained," And you know you must do the same. It’s not healthy. "

I can’t just move on like you ______ ", he shot back," You are ignoring everything that we had! "

You broke eye contact with him as the tears started to fall down your face. It was no good to talk to him.

He suddenly stepped towards you and faced your body. You could feel his breath on you as he spoke.

"Tell me you don’t love me."

"Jungkook", you pleaded, "Stop."

"Please ______, I’ll leave you alone."

You were now sobbing at his words. You felt his hands touch your shoulders as you tried to calm down.

"Jungkook, you know I am not", you confessed. You shook your head profusely, burying your head in his chest.

"Then let us just be together, ______! Just say I do, and we can go back to normal. It will be like nothing ever happened. I will treat you like a princess, I promise. "

"This is normal now! It’s been so long. I can’t leave Jimin, he has done so much for me. "

Jungkook leaned his face into yours and you felt the breath of his lips near yours.

You quickly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back.

"No Jungkook, not again." You knew if you kissed him it would make everything a hundred times worse than it already was.

Jungkook was defeated. He now knew his efforts were entirely useless. It was always going to be Jimin. He must have known that all along, right?

Jungkook stepped away from you and the air was suddenly colder than before. Jungkook turned away from you and stared out his window. The room was just filled with the sounds of you and Jungkook sniffling.

"Jungkook please say something to me." You spoke up.

"I have nothing more to say. Please just go ______. " He continued to stare out the window, not daring to look at you.

Knifes were digging into your heart at his words. This was how it was finally going to end.

"I leave tomorrow. I won’t be coming back. I will be out of your sight _______. You will never have to see me again. " He explained.

You were choked up as he spoke, and your head was pounding with pain. You just wanted to hug him and reassure him that everything would be fine. You wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth, so silence filled the gap between you two. You stared at your feet as you walked defeatedly out of his house and into your car.

You drove in silence. But you could not help but look in your rear-view mirror, hoping that just maybe Jungkook would chase after you. But no one was there. You had to pull into a random spot to cry before heading home. You sobbed, hugging your knees to your chest as the realisation hit you. Jungkook was gone forever. He will now be known as a distant memory.

You chose not to tell Jimin about your eventful visit to Jungkook’s house. You knew he wouldn’t approve of it and you didn’t want to spend more time thinking about it.

Later in the evening, you received a text from Jimin to dress up more formally than usual. The text also informed you that you were banned from the kitchen until Jimin said so. You then remembered the dinner Jimin planned for you and him.

When you finally got a text stating that the kitchen was now open for dining, you made your way out of your room in your elegant dress. Jimin had lit candles all over the kitchen and your casual kitchen table was decorated with flowers. The light sound of relaxing music aided the ambience. Your jaw dropped at his efforts. He always went above and beyond for these things.

"Dinner for two?"

You turned around to see Jimin in his fancy black suit, a bottle of wine being held in his hand. A smile plastered your face at his efforts.

"Let’s eat!" You said thrilled.

Jimin's meal was delicious. It was a big difference from takeaways and instant noodles. As you two ate, your hands grazed each other’s across the table. You had your plate cleared before you even knew it. Jimin kept the conversation engaging and fun. He knew it would help you take your mind off your problems. The wine was also a big help to you. The alcohol in your system allowed you to relax throughout the night. Jimin’s silly jokes were able to be more funny than they actually were, leaving you laughing at his stupid puns.

Jimin then began to ramble about ball dancing as you continued to laugh at his humorous tangents. He began to explain to you in detail the elegance of ballroom dancing.

"It's easy, I’ll show you." He suddenly said, jumping out of his chair.

Jimin marched over to the stereo and fumbled with it until it reached some classical radio station. The kitchen was filled with a gentle orchestra song. Jimin began to stupidly sway back over to you. Jimin held out his hand to you as an invitation to dance.

You gladly accepted and placed your hand in his. He immediately pulled you into him and began to lead you in a dance. You could easily smell his cologne as you placed one hand on his shoulder, the other hand still interlocked in his. Your drunken body wasn’t able to keep up with the intricate steps of the dance, but Jimin seemed to have experience of this. The music and being so close to him felt so intimate.

He slowly dipped you, still holding you close. The gesture and his face being so close to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He made note of all the perfections in your face as you giggled drunkenly at his actions.

"I love you _____"

Your giggling was suddenly halted by his words. His eyes stared deeply into your pupils.

"I have never felt this way about anyone before." He stated.

You felt his hand moving to cup your face. His thumb lightly brushed along your cheek.

"I want to be with you. I am tired of holding it in anymore. "

He used his hand on your waist to pull you closer to him. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest. You beamed up at his face, he was so romantic. Both your eyes travelled down to each other’s lips. Jimin gave you one last glance into your eyes, almost as if he were asking for your permission. You smiled reassuringly at him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

He finally leant in and pressed his lips on you. You kissed him back with such passion. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at it slightly. Jimin sighed into the kiss and deepened the kiss. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to take all your pain away.

He finally pulled away from you. You caught your breath as he cupped your face with both his hands.

"Let’s leave this place ______. We can go somewhere new where we can be together. Just you and me. "

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hitozy · 3 years ago

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have you ever ‹ masterlist › denouement

tw! manipulation, mentioned underage sex, dubious consent, cheating. i also want to point out that reader is around 2-3 years younger than Iwaizumi, while Jae and Iwa are the same age. ps. this is a long chp :)

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

Iwaizumi has no idea of what has possessed him tonight. He doesn't know why he's walking around the city in the middle of the night a day before he should be on his way home.

He doesn't know why after the celebration he didn't follow his teammates. He doesn't know why he has barely answered your texts since after the game.

He also doesn't know why he agreed to go and see Jae, to hear her out.

He's been doing fine so far, seven months Jae clean and while the first three were bumpy; your company had made it easier to deal with. Your cheerfulness, your happiness, the adventures you've both have been planning have taken his mind off the broken heart he was nursing.

She continued to contact him, even when he begged her not to and blocking her phone was no use, she just got a new one and tried again and again. His resolve was diluted and he knew it would be a matter of time before he fell into his old habits.

lil jae: congrats on the win haji! let me invite you to a drink, im in town.

Iwaizumi recalls an old memory from back in high school, a few weeks before moving to California, you were sitting on his bed helping him organize his suitcase with 'essentials'. His clothes all over the place but as always, you showed enthusiasm at helping him out.

He remembers you giggling and calling him a dork while folding his Godzilla themed underwear and placing it inside his suitcase. He remembers the way you hummed some songs that you had just placed on your shared playlist because 'it's kinda your style' and it kinda is. He even remembers what you were wearing, a pair of black running shorts and a blue tank top. When you reached over the edge of his bed for his fallen socks, your cleavage was visible to his eyes, 'If a man ever peers down his shirt', he thought, 'I'll kill him without hesitating.'

But what he remembers the most is you pulling out an old shoe box from under said bed, a shoe box that held his most treasured things. Pictures from his childhood that matched the ones on your bedroom wall, doddles from your hand, your favorite flowers pressed inside a copy of your favorite book, short stories and poems, snippets of stories never finished from you. He'll never forget your teary eyes and happy smile when he took the box from you, emptying the contents carefully inside his backpack. The hug you gave him afterward still sets his heart on fire, nothing has ever been more lovely than you and your happy smile.

He also remembers Jae coming into his room right during your hug, wearing an empty smile on her face, her eyes red and raging. He's only ever seen her this mad whenever he's with you and he still doesn't get it.

She stay's to "help" when in reality all she does is glare at yn the whole time. It helps that you don't even mind the glares or the bad mood, joking that 'Jae's grumpy because we couldn't go to the movies today'.

It was late afternoon when you left, Iwaizumi had given you a bag filled with some of his stuff - things he knew you loved and adored, things he couldn't take. He watched you get inside your parents car and wave him goodbye, even though you both knew he'd be coming through your window in a few hours for movie night.

He remembers when he came back inside to find Jae naked on his bed. How angry she was and how she took it out on sex, the tension so palpable he could taste it. Once it was over, she walked towards his backpack and pulled out all of YN's things and that's when it clicked. She was mad because he was taking stuff about YN and not her, she made it clear when Jae told him, 'What the fuck is this.'

He remembers that hours later, he finds himself in your room squeaky clean and wearing nothing but his sweatpants and socks, his back against your front with his head against your breasts. He hadn't told you that Jae broke up with him, but he knew you had figured out he was sad because your arms cradled him since he got situated there and had not moved since.

How Jae said she wouldn't move with him in the end. How she had decided to stay in Japan and have him go to California all alone in the end, just because she wanted him to. How he begged her to come, to stay with him, to not leave him and how he watched her get dressed to go home. How she winked at him as she left with a, "Call me once you're in Cali."

How she only wants to go out when she knows he has plans with you. How she only cares about him when you're around or how messed up and used he feels ever since she took his virginity during your 14th birthday party.

He feels disgusting sometimes after sex with Jae, disgusted with himself on how wrong it is but how much he loves her still.

He didn't have to say any of that to you, the kiss on the forehead you just gave him eased it all away anyway.

He remembers all of this while he's kissing Jae in her hotel room, her dress and underwear discarded somewhere in the room, his cock buried deep inside of her like a starved man, Her nails racking down his chest from his unbuttoned shirt as she moaned at the feeling.

When Jae separates herself from him with half lidded eyes, she smirks, "I bet my little cousin can't even kiss right, the little virgin." She kisses the column of his neck, grazing her teeth against the skin, getting ready to mark him as hers and even though he doesn't agree with her, he stays quiet.

A memory burst through his mind as he pounds into Jae. The way your sighed his name when he settled himself inside of you, the way your nails scratched his back when he hit your G-spot, the way you moaned when his thumb circled your clit; your gummy, tight walls griped him as you came, with his name on your lips. Your soft, pillow lips that have only been his, only kissed him.

"Be safe out there, Hajime! I'll be waiting for you!" She smiled as she kissed him goodbye by the front door.

He turned to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him like a starved man, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna runaway, mochi."

As he walked down the steps of his house, he heard her say "I miss you already."

It's then that Iwaizumi snaps out of it.

He pushes her off of him and steps back until his back is against the wall, feeling disgusted with himself in a way he hasn't since they broke up.

"I can't do this, I won't do this, I-" he pushes himself off the wall, tucking himself in and picking up his stuff, "Never again, Jae."

Jae watches him leave, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Her gaze steady as his figure disappears into the night, "If you think you can just up and go, Haji, you are very mistaken."

She walks to where she hid her phone and chuckles as she presses send, "Lets see what my little cousin has to say, hmm?"

Iwaizumi was worried, it wasn't normal for you to not answer his calls or texts. He was on the road back home with the team, their ruckus would usually give him a headache, but right now? Right now he can't focus on anything except the little 'unread' mark at the bottom of his last text to you.

my one: mochi? r u ok? im on my way back home

He didn't expect to come back home and find you in the living room in silence. Your eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying, you didn't have to say anything for him to know what had happened.

Jae told you.

He wish he could be surprised, but Jae had been nothing but a devil all this time and he can't believe he never saw it until now. Until he married you, an angel.

"Mochi, I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, please talk to me." He knelt at your feet, his hands on your knees trying to get you to look at him. His guilt crashing down brick by brick, he should have never gone out to see her.

"I know this means nothing to you, mochi. But I'll never see her again, only when its a family reunion or you're with me."

Silence.

"There is no excuse, but yn, please, look at me, let me explain."

She pushes him off a bit, without much force as if her sadness took away all her strength and his heart clenched. How could he do this to his best friend? Lie and lie, again and again and again.

YN-”

“No, STOP! You- you got your say, now it’s my turn.” She's shaking and her breaths are short. She's starting to have a panic attack.

I get up and advance towards her slowly, “YN you need to calm down. Here,” I place my hand on her back, “let me-”

She pushes me off, her back towards me, “Please, don’t touch me. Please, please, please.” She's sobbing and its hurts so so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Remember your breathing exercises, mochi. In and out. In…”

Eventually her breathing normalizes but she still won't look at me and it takes all of my strength to not touch her.

“All I ever wanted was for you to love me, Hajime.”

Whoever said words can never hurt someone, has never been in my place. She just stabbed me without a knife and its more painful than I ever imagined.

“I wanted you to love me, to see me as your wife, as a woman but you didn’t. You don’t and I- it hurts so much.”

“But, mochi, you said you would marry me so we didn’t end up with strangers.”

“I know.”

“Then why-”

“I lied. I’ve loved you since the moment you came into my life. I’ve loved you for years, even before Jae came into the picture. I’ve loved you so so so much, I love you so much.”

“… you know about Jae? Since when?!” I made the mistake of reaching out for her, she pushed me back and said nothing. The dread of her knowing, of her finding out before today makes me sick.

“If you knew then why did you marry me!? Did you think I would change? That my feelings would change? You know I’m not like that.”

“I do know. I- thought that maybe-, but then it was clear that nothing would change but, I made a promise to you and I said it in our vows.”

“YN-”

“I know the mistake is mine. I know what all the blame is mine to take, I know it and I accept it. I’m sorry, Hajime, that’s me that you have to stay with.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I wish she hadn't. The tears are flowing steadily down her cheeks to her neck. I did this to her, I hurt her again and again, without thinking. No, without watching. Because if I had paid attention to her like Jae did, I might have seen it sooner.

“We could get a divorce, you know. That way you can stop getting hurt. Stop your heart from breaking. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s okay. I- I give you permission to do it, to break my heart forever.”

“…What?”

She takes my hand, and in-between the tears she smiles at me as if her heart wasn't breaking in two. As if I didn't shatter her dreams for a few sloppy seconds, “It’s okay, I know what I signed up for, I knew it from the beginning. I guess I just didn’t want to accept it. So go ahead, break my heart, break it into a million pieces! I give you permission, Iwaizumi Hajime, please just - don’t leave me.”

I can't say anything, what am I supposed to say? My sweet, sweet girl is hurt and damaged and all she wants is for me to stay. I feel disgusted in a way I never did with Jae, because instead of being used, I am using her.

I bring her into my arms, and say the only words that have actual meaning between us, "I love you, mochi."

"I- I'll do better, I promise. Please YN," He gripped her shoulders tightly, "Please forgive me, I'll do whatever just, I'm so sorry, baby."

He can feel the tears spilling onto his shirt, a scorching pain expanding through his chest at the consequences of his actions. He hurt the one person who didn't deserve it, who he promised to keep safe and happy.

"Hajime, please take a bath, I wanna sleep without the smell of Jae."

His heart dropped at her words, he forgot that he had just upped and left from Jae's, only changing his clothes for comfort. His skin still smelled like her. As he separated from her, he kissed her forehead, "Join me?"

He laid on the bed with her hours later, her head on his chest where he could see her puffy eyes. She had washed him thoroughly to the point were he thought she had scrubbed him raw, and he couldn't blame her - he wanted to do the same since the beginning.

He pulled her closer, practically on top of him and felt her heartbeat against his own. He had done something terrible and he needed to fix it, fix this. So he needed to take the first step.

to lil jae: for someone who says they love me, u sure like to make me miserable. i don't know why u hate yn so much and tbh i don't care anymore. i don't want to see u or talk to u ever again. if u contact me, i'm gonna get a restraining order, jae. i can't do this anymore.

to lil jae: goodbye jae.

do you wish to block this number?

yes.

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal; For ’t is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson

taglist ! @daphnxy @zukoslosthishonor @i-am-a-hoe-for-shinya @mrsdoradominguez-barnes @anejuuuuoy

a/n! *hands you all this and runs* i'll see you soon for chp11~

but in all seriousness, i wrote this chapter with my heart on my sleeve. love is truly the strongest curse and for it to be unrequired? imagine it.

now, i'm off to write the next part! and i am sorry :) ♥

#owwaw💔#owwaw #iwaizumi fic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fic #iwaizumi smut #because of the short sex scenes

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ask-the-regulars · 3 years ago

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Hi, I was just wondering what lodgers in particular do your ocs get along with best?

(i have not actually thought about this in detail before this!)

Jeremiah would get along well with Maijabi. Watching over the people in their respective groups...that's the dream. Though Jeremiah would listen to Maijabi talking about his family with a wistful look on his face, probably. It would remind him of his own family somewhat.

Baruch gets along well with Pennebrygg for some reason. No one knows how it works, it just does. Also Baruch thinks robots are fun.

Franklin, as we all know, is in a relationship with Luckett. Also because of this relationship, he learns to get along with Sinnett pretty well. He doesn't mind the fire at all.

William is best friends with Bryson, naturally. I mean, William was literally originally created to be the Bill Nye to his Neil deGrasse Tyson. And also, I don't know if this counts but we also know William eventually ends up with Frankenstein.

Maxine gets along with the girls more, specifically Cantilupe and Lavender. She thinks they're both pretty great! And they in turn think she's pretty cool. Like I said, I don't know if this counts but she also gets along well with Frankenstein.

Barbara and Helsby strike up a very good friendship based on their mutual love for chaos. After all, space isn't that much different from the ocean!

Flora...well, does this even need to be said at this point? /j She's childhood friends with Griffin and the two of them know each other pretty well, even with the gap in their communication. When they get over that, though, their friendship gets stronger than ever.

Muriel, in turn, begins to bond with Archer a lot more. No offense against the other mechanical people in the Lodgers, and she can't believe she has more chemistry with him, either. It's not only the mechanical business that bonds them, but also "coming from large families that aren't exactly well-to-do".

Glenn is at odds with Rachel at first, but eventually learns about her more and begins to bond with her a little better. With Virginia being his senior in terms of alchemy studies (his field covers alchemy as well as normal chemistry), he learns to get along with her as well.

Rosie and Tanis find some common ground as well - Rosie somehow has an odd fascination with the dead. Not to mention, Flowers eventually becomes friends with Rosie as well. She also has an odd fascination with insects.

Anselm is aloof towards a lot of the Lodgers at first, despite a lot of them trying to reach out to him. However, Mosley can sit in silence with him a lot more than the others can, so Anselm respects him for that.

Felicity likes Doddle's sweets and sweet personality. She's always willing to be a test subject for his more experimental (but hopefully safe) treats.

Because of feeling a little new around their respective friend groups, Raphael and Jasper end up hitting it off. They talk a lot about biology and Raphael is glad to have someone who feels just as anxious as he does.

Alan and Bird end up also having a very good friendship, at first because of his exotic plants, but then they both bond over being mama's boys.

#ask #whysomuchsuabru #the glass scientists #lodgers content #thanks for the ask!

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annaraebananawriter · 4 years ago

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Hands

First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!!

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later.

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

#my writing #my fanfiction #oneshot #teaser #errorink #implied errorink #pre-errorink #error sans #ink sans #utmv #fluff #happy birthday ink!

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cobradoesmcyt · 4 years ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/27713702/chapters/67828802

Here it is! The good dadbur au fic!

And as requested @thesmpisonfire here you go

(hi yes I’m adding this here so this who don’t want to read it on Ao3 can still read it so just keep reading and the same thing as the link will take you to will be there)

Fundy ran his hand over all the books that lay in the chest, all of which had once belonged to his father but that now was his. It was soon after his father, the former president of L’manberg Wilbur Soot Minecraft (though he rarely ever used the full name, much more preferring to simply just go by Wilbur Soot), had died but Fundy thought he might as well visit as soon as he could, even though watching his own dad die right in front of him would forever be imprinted into his mind.

He picked one up at random and when he turned it in his hand he saw it was his favorite childhood book, one his mom had written for him before she died, the cover a two part cluster of good and bad craftsmanship, his dad must have wanted in as well it would seem. Fundy gave a little chuckle as he opened the book, the old worn pages crinkling as he turned them. He held the book tight against himself, making sure as to not hurt it at all. He did want his future children to hear these stories after all, to know just how amazing of a writer his mom had really been. And she hadn’t just been that, she’d been an amazing story teller as well, her soft and soothing voice being something Fundy would never forget.

Contrary to the jokes shared around Sally was not actually a salmon, but instead a salmon hybrid, but since she hadn’t had a last name she had given herself a title instead. And she had been the perfect muse to Wilbur’s endless mind of music, the two often working together to make songs - him with the music and vocals and her with the words and sometimes singing as well. Fundy had always loved when the two sang together, the sound putting him to sleep in seconds.

After she had died his dad made sure he was told of all the good his mom had done for him, and how he was so happy to have gotten the chance to love her before her death, because not only did he have some of the happiest times of his life he also got Fundy as well. And even though she was dead Fundy hadn’t felt like the world was going to end, because he knew she would always be with him - in his heart. His dad had told him that, promised him that she would always be with them, and his dad was never wrong about things like this.

Closing the book, Fundy placed it on a shelf to take back hom later, he then continued to search through his dad’s stuff. He found a lot of photos of a young Wilbur with his family, the same bright smile he always had around Fundy in these as well. Though Fundy smugly noted that his dad’s smile was bigger when it was towards him. He placed the photos in a little pile, he’d give them out to the rest of his family too. Though he kept one of them, a picture of his dad and Uncle Techno standing side by side with matching smirks - his dad’s a bit more wider than the other’s. It reminds him of back when Techno first started coming around, the little smile he would barely crack at him now meaning so much more to the fox hybrid after getting to know his Uncle better.

The last thing he pulled out was a photo album, the one that his parents had started oh so long ago. Fundy looked down at it with teary eyes, having long thought the book gone. So with a shaking hand he flipped to the first page, his mothers beaming face meeting him. The little text down at the bottom showed it to be a little under a year before he was born and his dad’s doddle revealed the picture to be taken after his mom had found out she was pregnant with him. Quickly he turned the next few pages, pictures of his mom and sometimes dad flying past, each page telling the story of his mom’s pregnancy. Finally he reached one that was different, it was of both his parents, a little bundle of green lovingly held between the two. They were clearly in a hospital, and Fundy remembers that blanket like he remembered his name. And the date only confirmed it more.

October 10. His birthday. Looks like he’d been born now.

He didn’t have the motivation to go through the entire album right now, it was far too long for that, but he did look for his favorite picture. After a bit of quickly flashing through page after page he finally found it. The picture, to anyone who didn’t know the story behind it, would just assume it was a normal picture of a father holding his young son. But Fundy knew the truth, he knew the story. His mom had taken the photo, her happy laugh and proud smile just as much captured in the photo as everything else in it to him. He had just said his first words just before, but he hadn’t said mommy or daddy or anything of the like, no instead he’d said love - he believes it's because it was the word he heard the most growing up. His dad had loved telling him this, and Fundy had too.

With a watery sigh he closed the book and picked up all the other items, wanting to give out what he’d found whilst also avoiding the water works he knew would come if he continued to look through the album. Outside the room Dream, his lovely fiance, stood waiting. And together they left, the silence between the two a comfort to the fox hybrid.

“I’m going to go give my Uncle some old photos, to share with everyone else, you can go right ahead.” Dream staggered in his step, as if he wanted to interject, but with one look at his fiance's eyes he knew this was something he needed to do alone.

“Okay,” he mumbled softly, “I’ll go home and start dinner, hopefully it’ll be done by the time you're back. Take care okay?”

Fundy smiled wide at the masked man, “I will, Dream. See you at home.” And with a parting kiss the two split up, Dream to their shared home and Fundy to his Uncle Techno.

Finding Techno actually took faster than he’d thought since the older man was in the area of Pogtopia, and his red cape stood out in the green grass and forest. So he quickly jogged over, a small smile in his face as he held the photos close. The two met halfway, the elder having spotted the fox hybrid, and Fundy handed him the photos with a happy smile, “I found these when going through dad’s stuff, thought you might want these to share with the rest of the family.”

The pinkett silently flipped through the pages, barely even acknowledging his nephew as his mind wandered with the pictures. But he quickly shook himself out of the state and smiled softly at Fundy, picking out one specific picture and showing it off to the fox, “I’d always wondered what happened to this picture. Heh, guess Wilbur really wasn’t lying when he said he’d take it to his grave, was he?”

Fundy mutely nodded, a little too focused on the picture to pay attention. As was to be expected the picture was of his dad, but unlike in recent years all his foxy traits were out on full display. Tail and ears, which were perked and waging respectively, clearly showing off his happy mood.

“Dad had told him, since he’d been so well behaved and hard working the past few months, that he’d finally be getting a guitar of his own. I snuck this photo in before he noticed what I had in my hands.” Techno explained, a fond glint in his eyes, “I thought he’d gotten rid of this years ago.”

The piglin hybrid traced a claused finger over the frozen form of his brother's joy, a small smile tugging in his lips. He carefully tucked it and the rest of the pictures away and turned to ruffle Fundy’s hair, “Thank you for these, squirt, I’m sure dad and Tommy will love to see some of these.”

Fundy beamed up at his uncle, happy to have made the monoton man smile again. It was a little talent of his, to be able to make his uncle smile, one he hadn't grown out of. The two parted ways after that, though his uncle said his door would be open for Fundy to come talk to him if Techno ever allowed it (his way of saying he could come talk whenever).

And as Fundy went to bed that night he couldn't help but feel tension that he hadn't even noticed before leaving him. Maybe thinking about the past wasn’t as painful as he’d believe it to be.

Perhaps it was a good time to go down memory lane from the start.

#dream smp #Good Dadbur AU #my writing #Wilbur soot #itsfundy #fundy #technoblade #dream #fundywastaken #its one scene but its there

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glowy-green-potions · 3 years ago

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Hi sage time for your ask!!! ALSO Im just. going to ramble a bit about our shared ships and also the one au I know/can remember that you have at all (the wing au) sO apologies if this is messy! <3

Anyways uhm, I love your wing au, specifically Griffin having wings is just such a lovely concept. SO Doddle x Henry x Griffin with the wing au??

(I AM SO SORRY THIS IS GOING TO BE MESSY I DONT KNOW HOW TO SEND AU ASKS NORMALLY AJHAJSDHASD)

How would Griffin have wings? How would he get together with Henry and Doddle? Would he be together with one of them first and then the other joined, would Henry and Doddle be in a relationship first and then invite him in? How would they find out that Griffin has wings? Also the thought of grooming sessions where Henry and Doddle go through Griffin's wings and tame the feathers my beloved. Griffin using his wings to embrace his lovers when they cuddle??? I wish I was an artist so I could actually draw that. Just... Please, please ramble about this, my brain is smooth sO I would be very happy for every ounce of info or lore you could give me <3

This came out really long so I'm adding a read more <3

So for the griffin winged au there's 2 ways I can see griffin getting wings I'm only going to focus on one which is basically when moreau attacked the society instead of being brunt to a crisp by hyde he instead sees that he'll probably lose grabs the first lodger he sees which just so to be griffin. Moreau experiments on griffin giving him wings and other bird-like abilities and also moreau experiments on griffin gives him the ability to turn himself invisible at will just as the cherry on top. When they find griffin he's locked up in a cage very obviously hurt and doesn't seem to be fully there. The moment he sees them he just turns invisible and the only people who can go near him are jekyll and doddle. To get him out of his cage doddle eventually lures him out with his favorite sweet and the mintue griffin gets to them he just collapses onto them and passes out (Also im imagining doddle griffin and jekyll were already together before this.) Now we can get onto the fluffier bits :D so when griffin first wakes up he's in the society's medical area and while the were able to clean most of his wounds they couldn't touch his wings without worry of hurting him. Anyway jekyll walks in to check sees that he's awake que tearful reunion jekyll also asks a lodger to go grab doddle. After they catch griffin up on everything and such they bring up the topic of cleaning griffins wings (which I imagine are kinda like a snowy owls pattern wise tho he acts more crow-like) griffin nods though he's notably tensing a lil. They eventually start and while during the beginning its a slow process to say the least eventually as they get through the bad areas griffin starts relaxing they all end up cuddling once the actual cleaning is done<3 griffin does lose a lot of feathers during the cleaning more than they thought he would so they do have jasper come take a look. And while griffin is trying to stay calm he does not trust jasper so I imagine the process has a lot of griffin turning invisible on accident and doddle and jekyll have to hold his hands to make sure he doesn't hurt himself with his claws. (Eventually he goes up to meet frankenstein it does not go well he ends up going invisible and leaving in a panic(when I do the actual au post I'm going to talk so much about the creature x griffin possibilities-) Anyway now we can go into some of the real fluffy bits. Like I have said before griffin loves collecting shiny objects and giving them to doddle and jekyll. He lights up when doddle or jekyll like an object he gives them. I can imagine doddle cooks for all three of them a lot which increases after griffin comes back from moreau because moreau doesn't seem like the type to feed his experiments often. Also wing body language my beloved<3 he poofs them up when annoyed. Spreads them out a lil more around jekyll and doddle. Whenever he's stressed he starts losing more feathers than normal. Also not wing based but he goes invisible whenever he's panicked or flustered<3 doddle smiles at him and it's adorable he's now invisible. Jekyll and doddle think it's the cutest thing. Also him and jekyll tend to read and cuddle a lot while they watch doddle cook and once doddles done he joins them in cuddling and they all eat together <3 eventually grooming griffins wings every weekend becomes a thing they just cuddle while going through his feathers. I think that is all this came out really long

#sage speaks #im probably going to start working on an actual au post for this one soon #<3

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thehiddensouth · 5 years ago

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Annabell New Orleans, LA - 2020-4-8

Annabell: I grew up in St. Louis and had a relatively normal childhood in an upper-middle-class family.

When I was fifteen I began being sex trafficked. At first, I volunteered to do it because I needed money for my boyfriend. He was trying to sell drugs and not doing a very good job of it. I was hypersexual at the time. That's why I thought I'd be fine with [sex work]. I was like, whatever, I was labeled a slut in school already, you know?

I would sneak out in the middle of the night. I thought I was so bad, getting away with stuff but then it turned into more of a situation where I had to do it.

My pimp's name was... you're gonna laugh because it's so stereotypical... Papi.

Eventually, I worked myself into a corner that I couldn’t get out of. I couldn't tell anyone. My parents didn't know at that point so instead of letting myself out as a harlot and disappointment, I ran away from home.

I was sixteen at that point. I moved in with Papi and was being trafficked all the time. It was really traumatic. A lot of it I don't remember because I was addicted to heroin at the time. It clouds my memories but I think that kind of saved my sanity.

Papi got murdered. He had been violent towards one of the women that I turned tricks with and he ended up killing her. She had a baby daddy and I think he stabbed Papi. While everyone was preoccupied, I ran away.

I ran through North St. Louis. I don’t remember exactly where but it was a warehouse district, not a great place. I just kept on running. I was in booty shorts and a small cami type thing, sprinting through St. Louis with no shoes.

BW: Sounds like you went through a lot of trauma in your teen years. Do you feel like you've gotten past any of it?

Annabell: Does anyone ever get past stuff like that? I'm really into psychology. If I can put a name on it I can understand it better.

BW: PTSD?

Annabell: Actually, I think it's CPTSD. PTSD happens because of an event in which you feel helpless. CPTSD is developed when you are in situations that have no foreseeable end. Your brain has to adjust to a constant fight or flight mode. POWs are an example of people who can develop CPTSD or children who are in long term abusive situations.

I had a boyfriend a few years ago. We were having a better than usual day. We were so happy and in love. We had dinner at a restaurant. We came back home and were being all cute and funny and making jokes and rolling around, being goofballs and he tries to touch my boob or something, I went off on him, "Why are you ruining this? We were having a really good fucking day and you just had to blow it all by objectifying me! Turning me into a little fuck thing! Why are you doing this?"

Objectively that was crazy. We had been dating for a while at that point and it's not like he was trying to force anything on me.

Only recently in my life have I felt comfortable with anything sexually.

BW: Did your sex drive lower right after you got out of the sex work?

My boyfriend that I had right after that was very possessive. He hit me one time because he followed me to work and he saw that I hugged one of my coworkers. He saw the coworker grab my butt. I didn't want him to but he did. So I felt like I was cheating if I touched people. It was ground into me that if I interacted physically with other people, there's only one reason for that.

I was also raped at around six. I don’t remember it at all.

BW: Somebody told you about it?

Annabell: I found an old journal when I was eleven or twelve. Actually, I tried to kill myself and was hospitalized and diagnosed with bipolar because of that. My mom had told me to clean my closet. Instead of cleaning, I was doddling, going through shit and I read my old journals.

BW: And you wrote about what happened in the journal?

Annabell: As much as a six-year-old could. I had a lot of misspellings. Really simple sentence structure. I talked about hurting a lot and being scared and how I couldn't tell mom. Things like that.

BW: Do you still journal?

Annabell: No. After that, I stopped journaling and I started painting more. I can paint the things I don’t want to talk about. Images aren't so literal, pardon the pun [laugh].

#hiddensouth

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steveramsdale · 4 years ago

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Big dipper Blog - 10.10

This blog is, essentially, the same as last week’s. There are some alternative factual details, but they are superficial. Anyway, you could just reread (or remember) last week’s offering and save yourself a bit of time. If you do decide to read on, we could make it more fun. You could try to decide for yourself the highest high and the lowest low. Remember, it’s just for fun. There’s no prize, so don’t write, text or email.

I think, as people, we are supposed to grow, to learn, to develop. That’s the most startling revelation you’ll read today. Adversity can be, I’m told, an opportunity for such personal growth. It may, in fact, be true, that I have been learning about myself. I wonder if my ‘issue’ is that if one thing is wrong, it affects everything else. See what you think.

On Saturday, my chief goal was to get the car de-registered and get the papers I need for me to be able to export it. The police centre I needed to go to was advertised as opening at 9:30 so I had time to get up and get sorted. I had a wonderful colleague on notice to be available for telephone translation if necessary.

I took a 6am trip to the shop through the park. Many people were already out running, I’d say 100 or more and it’s not a big park. Much of Tashkent has given up on lockdown.

Soon it was time to head off for the simple process of taking my car off its registration here! Google maps took me behind the centre where there was no gate. It was not difficult to find a way round to the front. That was the last time a problem was easily solved on Saturday. When we got the van and went to register it for the first time, the father and son who sold it to us, took me and helped. Even so, when we got there, they accepted the help of a man who was at the centre to do just that - help, for a fee, people through the process. He charged me about £20 but probably saved us 3 or 4 hours by knowing what to do and going to the front of queues. When I returned to the scene of this lengthy but problem-free process, there were, again, these free-lance ‘sorters’ and I decided it would be worth accepting help. The price was about the same. However, the first problem emerged in minutes. The address. I knew, back in September, that this would be a problem one day, would bite me on the bum. Sorry, I forgot to say that this blog would contain strong language and adult themes. I have a credit card-sized, well, card which is my ownership document (log book). It has all of the details about me and my van. So, of course, the address is our old address. Now, in my passport, I have my new address. I did not sort this out. The people at the centre said they could not de-register me until I changed the address (of course I questioned this), and that I could not change he address there but had to go to the centre in Yunusabad. I paid about £2 for something and my assistant asked for (and received) about £5 for his help. I set off for the other centre.

Long-time readers may (won’t) remember that at the original registration, we also went to two centres - the wrong one first. The centre I had to go to now was that ‘wrong’ one. I love symmetry, and here it was. When I got there, again came the offers of help. There were more guys here and they wanted £60. I declined, at this rate. I first drove into the inspection hall. Here they check the car against the ‘tec-passport’ as the credit-card is called. They match up the chassis number, etc. I had the papers from the first centre, so that went through without a hitch. Thereafter, the day was just a big hitch or series of small hitches that’s looked like one big hitch. We return to the Uzbek system, seen at the Kazakh border (remember) of needing to go from window to window, room to room. However, I was soon (a relative term) told that I would not be able to deregister the van until I had proof that I was leaving the country too. This would be in the form of a stamp in my passport given by my landlord! This cuts a longer story short and, by now, includes Miss Viktoriya as my telephone translator. I was certain that this could not be right (by the way, the miss-matched address was no longer an issue. It would mean, for example, that an Uzbek could not export a car to a relative in Russia! I tried explaining this, we went back to the main hall to talk to the boss a couple of times, but no one was changing this story. I phoned Pim, the export guy who has helped with every stage of this van conversion, and he put me on to a colleague. We talked and he also spoke to the officials there but got the same answer. Pim then told me that his people would look in to it more on Monday (yes, this story goes on) and help to sort it. The woman I had been dealing with insisted that I go back to the other centre and get my £2 back - which was an incorrect charge. She even phoned them to arrange it for me. I didn’t go back. Not for £2.

As an aside, there has to be a better way for the authorities to organise this free-for-all. The system is not a system. Queuing is almost non-existent and the mass of people at peak times is ridiculous. The spivs there to help....It is bad enough in normal times, but while a pandemic is still around....

So now I was free, for the rest of Saturday and Sunday to worry and consider the prospect of being unable to send the van (and the ridiculous amount of other stuff) home. Here is where I realised that this one problem took over everything. I heard that cafes and restaurants would be allowed to re-open on Monday and immediately thought of Ecorn. I should have been more happy. I wasn’t. I did decide I would go and have a chicken caesar sandwich after work on Monday.

Monday was a tough day. There quite a lot of end of year stuff at school, practical stuff, which I’m finding stressful. Then there’s this. The rule is ridiculous but it seems to be the rule! Then, some good news - someone offered to help me. I had called Ekaterina, the woman who deals with staff visas and registration. I thought that she would know about this stamp I needed or would be able to find out. She did not know about the stamp but said that she would go with me to the car centre to find out about it. I still had the papers. We went after my last lesson and when she was free. We went to the office of the ‘Saturday woman’. She wasn’t in the office but her colleague remembered me and said I could go to the main room. We went across and up to a free window. Ekaterina spoke to the police officer there. He immediately told us that no such stamp was needed and, had I brought the car, or even just the number plates, he could have done it there and then! We had gone in a taxi. I asked if there was time for me to go and get the plates then, but there was not. I resolved to go early the next day as he said it would take about 30 minutes. And suddenly the world was full of sunlight and joy again. I looked with pleasure upon my fellow Uzbeks, pushing to the front of queues and standing too close to each other.

We shared a taxi as Ekaterina lives quite close to the centre. I enjoyed (really enjoyed) my Ecorn sandwich. Life was good again. As an aside, these were my first taxi rides since The 22nd March. I saw Z—- JB so I’m sure KB is out there somewhere. Will I see it?

On Tuesday morning, as planned, I went back to the Gai. It opens at 8 so I was there at 7:30. The officer from the evening before was the first to arrive and had the key for the room (more of a hall, really). My first lesson of the day is at 9. School is a 15/20 minute taxi ride away away (I was going in to school to do some of the other jobs I have to do), so this would be a doddle. I was the only customer. I had the number plates and the documents and handed them over. The officer began the process. After about 20 minutes we went over to the cassa (the payment room. He took me. It was about £6. The woman there said I should go back to get my refund (I had given her my receipt from the other place). I agreed that I should but did not say I would not. A taxi there and back would be about £4! We returned to the main room. he continued the process. Time continued to move on. More customers began to arrive. Many went to my guy’s window and he flitted between my job and theirs. None of them could see the ‘maintain distance’ stickers on the floor. These were very obtrusive, written in Uzbek and Russian and invisible to local men. As time ticked on, it was clear I would be late for my first lesson. I sent my students an email. I waited. Eventually, my officer moved across the room, to a computer. This is it. he’s going to print my papers. After about another 20 minutes, I saw the ‘printing’ notification/animation appear on his Windows ME screen. And, five minutes later, he was handing me the paper work. It was done. My first lesson of the day was abandoned but I had what I needed.

One more observation here - no one in Tashkent will be getting coronavirus of the chin.

While I was feeling sorry for myself, over the weekend, I saw people collecting rubbish being moved on by the police. I have mentioned previously, that there are always people sorting through the rubbish bin. The mostly seem to be collecting plastic bottles but take anything of value. This group of four had huge bags of plastic and were near ‘my’ bins. I have no idea why four police men were moving them on. I wondered how many plastic bottles you would need to collect in a day to ‘make a living’. I also wondered what these people had done wrong, ‘stealing’ my rubbish. I also wondered why I had been feeling so sorry for myself trying to sort out my ‘huge problem’. Perspective. It had gone. It has returned but I did not know it could be so fleeting.

I did some lessons at school on Tuesday and began all of the sorting, packing and tidying tasks. Mafirat, my TA, was in too. The internet is not great at school! It was good tom see people, but I was not entirely comfortable.

On Thursday, working from home again, I decided to go for coffee out before work. While walking round I saw two kittens playing and stopped to say ‘hi’. One had jumped into a ditch but the other stopped and looked at me. It the looked back at its mother (I’m guessing but 99.9% sure). She came stalking round a bush. She was ready to attack me if necessary. It was not necessary.

The fire engine and disinfectant squad were also back. While I was out, they sprayed all the way up the stairs in my building, so I imagine they were going through all of the buildings.

Thursday was also the day I would take the van. I had loaded everything. I had stuck the paper transit number plate in the front window. I was ready to go. It is a short drive to Pim’s warehouse. Of course I was stopped by a police man. he wanted to know why I was driving without number plates. As soon as I showed him the paper plate stuck in the window, he was fine. At the warehouse, about six guys unpacked everything and re-packed it in their boxes. It was (is) a ridiculous amount of stuff. And so, I left Munisa with strangers, to travel alone on the journey we should have made together.

And if I did stop at Ecorn and have another caesar sandwich, that’s nobody’s business but mine.

There were children playing inside my building. This is the first time this has happened. I could hear three or four playing further up the stairs - laughing and running around. Later, while I was talking to Mairi and Fred, they were outside my door. They were having a good time. I don’t know why they were playing on the stairs and I don’t mind. It was nice to hear voices and laughter.

Also on Thursday, in my last lesson of the day, guided reading, two notable things happened. A high and low (you decide). In our morning English lesson, we had defined some vocabulary, including ‘bittersweet’. We had talked about the meaning, in terms of taste, of the two parts of the word. They said they were happy that they understood it. The guided reading was Kensuke’s Kingdom. I had not realised it was the last chapter. We were suddenly at the end. I can assure you there are no spoilers ahead. As I was reading, I suddenly found myself getting emotional. The two main characters were interacting and I felt that I was going to cry. In fact, I did. The events of the last two or three paragraphs got to me. They are relevant to my situation, I suppose. This has never happened to me before in a lesson. I always tear up at the end of Sister Act 2 (the cinema’s greatest achievement) but this is a new one. One of the students said “Oh Mr Ramsdale, don’t cry!” The postscript didn’t help, but I regained my composure.

We talked about the complex emotions of the ending. One of my brightest students only every joins in through the chat. I looked in the box and she had written one word. -‘bittersweet’. My work here is done.

I know it’s been a longer one, but there are a few loose ends and thoughts.

Returning to an old them, I heard ‘unite together’. I also heard ‘plateaued off’. Unnecessary, people. Perhaps I should have said ‘returning back to an old theme’.

I saw JB. Driving over to the centre, I saw E___JB. So they’ve been out for a little while. Appropriately, the driver got that plate from one of the centres I went to this week!

Let’s finish with Trump. I mean that in both senses of that sentence. This week he again asserted that testing causes cases of the virus, so testing is bad. He also said that if people stop calling others racists, racism will quickly go away. At what age do toddlers acquire the concept of object permanence? He’s not there yet. If we can’t see him, will he cease to exist?

And that’s it. What sort of week has it been? Bittersweet.

See you next time.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 6 years ago

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Nerd - Gerard Way x Reader

Request: Hi! I miss you 💕💕 When you're back, could you write about Dallon or Gerard meeting a nerdy reader? She is out with friends, and sarcastically says sth like "yeah, 'cause a girl who daily references LotR, Doctor Who and other stuff is every guy's dream." He overhears, and starts: "Actually..." Thanks and have a lovely holiday ✨✨✨😉

Reader: female

Warnings: fandom references, many of them

Word count: 1 843

Even though it was one of the bars in town that was on the fancier side, people still dressed pretty normally. At least the guys did. But most of the females in the room were wearing skirts and dresses that seemed to be several numbers too small so short that you wondered how they sat down without the skirt riding up so far that too much skin was exposed. But maybe that was the whole point. You did not really know much about these things. The only thing that you knew was that people did not like it when you said that their skirts were shorter than those of the uniform dresses in Star Trek OS. So you kept that comment to yourself, while you pulled on the sleeves of your cropped “Wings of Freedom” jacket, the latest treasure in your collection of merchandise.

Going out with your friends was never as easy as you would have liked. They were, just like the other women in the bar, dressed in these terribly tight clothes, and you, dressed in a soft, fitting, dark shirt with a tiny TARDIS pattern, some skinny jeans, sneakers, said cropped jacket, and an Evening Star necklace, stood out like a torch in a dark forest.

You knew your friends did not mind. They had been out with you before, and they knew this was the fanciest you could dress for a relaxed night out. But you had been very aware of the stares from other people in the room, men and women alike.

“(Y/n),” one of your friends called over the small table on which the group was seated, trying to get your attention over the loud music that played on the dancefloor, “spotted anyone you like already?”

You grinned, knowing Grace would absolutely love to set you up. The beautiful girl had braided her curly black hair to the side, wore metallic green eyeliner and a matching dress that sparkled beautifully against her dark skin. You loved how easy it seemed for her to put herself out there, and sometimes you wondered if you could do that too, if you had more self-confidence. After all, the lack thereof was probably the main reason you were hiding behind your merchandise.

Trying to answer her question, your eyes skipped through the room, trying to find the man again who had drawn your attention to himself earlier. Now he was sitting at the bar, a strand of his almost shoulder long, raven black hair brushed behind his ear. He was sipping from what looked like a glass of water, in the other hand holding a pen, and fumbling around with it.

You nodded into the direction of the guy, very well aware that someone as attractive as him could directly look at you, and still not see you.

Grace turned her head, following your eyes, and nodded approvingly.

“He’s cute,” she stated.

You nodded, embarrassedly turning your eyes away.

“Wanna go and talk to him?”

“What? No, no way,” you quickly answered, looking up at her alarmed.

“Alright, alright, chill,” she laughed.

“Hey, would you like to dance?”

A man had approached Grace from behind, the third one this night. You wondered how some girls like Grace seemed to pull people in, while you always seemed to repulse them.

“Sorry, I’m not in the mood right now,” Grace answered friendly but firm, “Later maybe.”

The guy nodded and trotted off again.

“Should we go get some more drinks,” she asked you, motioning to you empty glass, “we could go talk to Mister Mysterious over there as well.”

You groaned.

“Come on, you know how that will go. No offence, but I don’t even have the splinter of a chance with you next to me. Not to mention, that a girl who daily references Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who and other stuff is every guy’s dream.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, wanting to add how you talking to that guy would never happen, when suddenly a voice sounded from behind of you.

“Well, actually…”

You turned around, more reflex than anything, and stared up into brilliant hazel eyes. It was the man who you had watched while he had been sitting at the bar, but the conversation with Grace had distracted you, so you had not noticed that he had gotten up. The strand of hair which had been brushed behind his ear had fallen into his face again, and the way he was fidgeting with the pen he was still holding gave away that he was somewhat nervous, which relieved you to a certain degree. Also the fact that he wore a washed out Star Wars t-shirt managed to settle some of your nerves right away.

The conversations around the table had died down, everybody expectantly watching the scene unfold. After all, it was the first time in all the nights they had been out with you, that someone had tried to chat you up.

Honestly, you were at a loss for words. You were not sure if that was because the man in front of you was just seriously beautiful, because all of a sudden you had been approached by someone, or if it was because he had basically said that a nerdy girl like you could be someone’s dream girl. But whatever the reason, you could not find an answer, or just anything to say really; so you sat there, somewhat helplessly, blinking up at him.

The man smiled slightly, apparently not minding your speechlessness.

“Your drink is empty, may I invite you for a new one?”

Before you could even answer, another friend next to you, Carol, encouragingly nudged you, tearing you out of the haze you momentarily been in.

“Oh, yes, that would be great,” you quickly answered, standing up from your chair.

“I’m Gerard, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand.

“(Y/n),” you replied.

He nodded thoughtfully.

“It fits you,” he decided, before suddenly blushing, realizing what he had said. “Shall we… get drinks?”

He lead you over to the bar, where he found two chairs for the two of you, before he asked what you would like to drink, ordering the same for himself as well.

“So… you are well acquainted with fan culture, I see,” he said, nodding to your clothes.

“Yes, I-“ nervously you reached for the Evening Star necklace, wrapping your fingers around it, “it’s like… I don’t really know, it’s like-“

“A protection from reality?”

You nodded, smiling shyly at Gerard’s comment.

“Yeah, exactly. Just, some worlds to feel safe in, you know, where heroes will always safe the day.”

“I totally feel you,” Gerard agreed, “you should have seen my locker in high school; it was a Lord-of-the-Rings-Star-Wars-Doctor-Who shrine.”

“I’d pay to see that,” you laughed, feeling the nervousness slowly melt away. Gerard seemed to understand you, seemed to get why these fictional worlds were so important to you.

“Fascinating,” he giggled at your response, making you crook your head.

“Was that Star Trek reference intentional,” you wondered, narrowing your eyes at him, making him laugh lightheartedly.

“Take an educated guess,” he challenged, nudging your knee with his.

“You’re a nerd,” you answered, rolling your eyes at him.

“Says the one with the TARDIS shirt,” he defended, laughing.

“Says the one with the two decades old Star Wars shirt,” you kept going, poking his chest.

“Okay, that is true,” Gerard gave in, giggling.

Just in that moment the bar tender brought over your drinks, and Gerard handed you one.

“May the force be with you,” you spoke, raising your glass for him to click his glass against yours.

“And may you live long and prosper,” he winked, gently bumping the glasses together.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and chatter about your favorite movies, a heated discussion about the best Star Wars Movie, anecdotes about building light sabers and Stormtrooper uniforms from when you were kids, and too many references to keep up with it (anything ranging from single word exclamations, to page long monologues).

It was well past midnight when both of you decided to call it a night. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, and Gerard’s hair was completely disheveled from how often he had ran his fingers through it.

Both of you stepped outside into the cold night, and you wrapped your jacket, tighter around your body, feeling the napkin, on which two hours earlier Gerard had written his phone number and a doddle of himself, in your pocket press against your leg.

“So… will you call me,” he asked teasingly, but you noticed how important it was to him.

“I’ll think about it,” you grinned.

“Fantastic,” he nodded, obviously already excited.

“Yeah, yeah, alright doctor,” you laughed.

“Get home safe,” Gerard mumbled, giving you a quick hug that left you slightly blushing.

“You too, see you soon.”

Your flat was not far away, so you used the short walk to calm down from the exciting night. Gerard’s face was burned into your memories, and his giggles still rang in your ears as you walked down the dark streets.

A big illuminated display at the entrance of the cinema that was just down the street from your apartment pulled your attention to it.

“Late Night Showing of the Planet of the Apes”

A crazy idea came to your mind as you pulled out your phone and checked the time; the movie would start in ten minutes, this had to be the universe pulling a prank at you.

Without hesitation you pulled out the napkin, and dialed the numbers which Gerard had scribbled down for you.

“Gerard? It’s me, (y/n). Do you know the Starlight Cinema, five minutes away from the bar?”

Gerard on the other side of the line, agreed eagerly.

“Planet of the Apes in ten?”

“I’ll be there in five, don’t go in without me!”

You giggled at his excitement, hearing how he seemed to start hurrying while hanging up. This was crazy. But maybe you needed a bit of personal crazy in your life; you could not live vicariously through screen heroes forever.

And sure enough, five minutes after you had called him, Gerard came running down the street.

“You really waited,” he cheered, throwing his arm around your shoulder, as if you had known each other since forever. “I want popcorn and we need to share a big coke, but only one straw, so we can accidentally kiss, because you better believe that I won’t let you walk away without kissing you tonight. Because someone who calls me at half two in the morning for a late night showing of Planets of the Apes can’t just walk away like that from me.”

You laughed at his rambling, blushing at his words, but being pretty sure that you would not mind such a kiss. He held the door open for you to slip into the building.

“Okay,” you agreed, “but first we need to buy the tickets, dork.”

“I know, nerd.”

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fluff #gerard way #gerard way x reader fluff #fluff #cute #fluffy #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #sherlock #doctor who #star trek #star wars #The Lord of the Rings #fangirl #fanboy #planet of the apes

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thefinerpoint · 5 years ago

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My Journey with Travel Sketching.

As a Travelers Notebook user you can’t help but lose time admiring the way other people use of their notebooks. One of the many things I enjoy is the ways they are used for travel journaling and sketching. There are numerous benefits to sketching when travelling such as observing your surroundings in detail, really looking at the architecture, getting a feel for a place...the list goes on. I have just never been that good at it.

With this in mind I decided recently to take a punt on this elusive task. I would be travelling, first on my own on a work trip which is highly unusual, and then again on our annual family trip. This was ample opportunity to draw and I wanted to take advantage.

The ‘well-travelled’ travelers airport sketch.

Now from my online observations the airport sketch seems to be a travel sketching essential. You need this sketch in there for a multitude of reasons. It shows you have time to sketch in the airport. You can show what airline you fly with. It shows that you love drawing so much that you’ll draw planes.

For me this was a challenge on perspective. My airplane sketch was not done on location but from a photograph I had taken. I did want to try and capture some of the detail of the gate without getting bogged down in the minutia.

For my second airplane sketch I took a different tact. Again this was done from a photograph but this time my son was the focal point rather than the scenery.

The inflight sketches I actually did on the flight in a bought of boredom. There are loads of things wrong with these sketches, but they were fun and they were definitely a challenge.

The hand drawn map.

Another thing that has fascinated me are people who sketch maps. The ability to look at a real map, pair this back to the essential areas, make this fit on a small page and illustrate landmarks is fascinating and frankly a little mind boggling. I attempted this with a route I had walked in Austin to minor successes. It’s definitely something I want to develop and work on, it’s like a small puzzle to solve and fun at the same time.

Page layouts.

Trying to find the right format for the travel journal, while not thinking too much about it was tricky. I wanted the journaling to be the priority and not the decoration. I wanted to include some drawing and try to be varied. I did this to varying degrees of success. Some pages I really like and others ended up looking too flat.

I also tried to vary the orientation at times and flip the Travelers Notebook on its long edge. This helped with some of my doddles, one in particular from my family holiday in Portugal.

Photos.

One element I really struggled with for my travel journal was trying to incorporate photos in with my doodles and journal entries. I printed out a series of photos after these trips but what I have found is I hadn't planned space for them. The prints I have are also too heavy and end up pulling on the page.

I think to really have a good travel journal with photos you either need your Instax on hand all the time, which is an additional item to carry, or to use a photo printer and print off photos I take with my phone. I don't own one of these, but I think it’s something I will invest in for future trips and journaling. The inclusion of photos for me would really elevate my travel journals.

What I have learnt.

There is an element of travel journaling that can appear stressful which defeats the purpose. I have stopped comparing my spreads to others and worrying that it’s not perfect. Only by playing around with different layouts and attempting to draw, do you learn and know how to improve on it for the next time. The fear of it not being perfect only stops you doing something rather than taking enjoyment from the activity.

I have enjoyed travel journaling over the past couple of months. Giving myself some time in the day and having my regular Travelers Notebook with me has helped, as this isn't something I normally do. I really like attempting the maps. It’s easy to get overwhelmed but it helps me get a sense of a place, and to mark out those important places I visited.

I have a trip coming up in the next couple of weeks and I will put a small element of planning into the travel journal, but on the whole I will take it as it comes while I am on the move.

My travel journal essential tools.

Part of my pre-trip planning was to keep the stationery to a minimum. What I have found useful was to have my usual Travelers Notebook set-up (for this trip I have the dated weekly + memo planner and the new cream paper insert), one drawing pen, one pencil, a couple of rolls of washi tape and a few pens that I like writing with. This gives me everything I need to journal on the go.

#Travelers Company #Midori Traveler Notebook #Travelers Notebook #Creative practice #Drawing pens #Drawing #Sketching

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cchellacat · 6 years ago

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The Way To A Man’s Heart

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

Day Seventeen ~ Baking

Bucky isn’t sure what to make of her at first. She doesn’t seem to have a role he’d been expecting within the compound. She’d not a spy or a super soldier or a scientist. There’s nothing special about her that would stands out in any way. She flits about the place completely oblivious to the others around her.

She has no self-preservation instincts whatsoever as far as he can see.

The first time he notices her is about a week after she and Foster turn up to claim the lab space Stark had offered them more than a year before.

She rushes along a corridor balancing a stack of binders and a tray of coffee in her arms. He watches with interest as she scowls at the elevator doors, unable to press the button without dropping anything. Instead of setting her burden down on the floor, she wiggles a little lifting one leg till her pencil skirt slides up her thighs, then with an exclamation of triumph slips her foot out of her heels and manages, unlikely as it seems, to press the call button with her toe. She then slips her shoe back on, all without losing her balance or spilling the coffee, and hops onto the elevator with a grin.

The second time he see’s her he’s down in the engineering lab to have his arm looked at. Through the glass partitions he can see Doctor Foster, a tiny, skinny brunet, with ink smudges on her face and a half dozen pens stuck in her hair, leaning over a machine. There’s a strange noise and then he sees the almost equally tiny form of Darcy Lewis, tackling her to the floor just as the whole thing goes up in flames. He stands smirking as Lewis chews out Foster for not following safety protocols and messing with the machines without asking first, while the ends of her hair smoke with each waft of her hand as she tries to stop it burning.

He asks Steve about her, but he doesn’t seem to know much more than him. Natalia shoots him a death glare when he asks her and tell him to keep his distance. Barton chuckles and makes a comment about hurricane Darcy and tells him he’d be better off nowhere near the disasters that the she and Foster seem to be so well suited to bringing. Stark glares at him and tells him if he doesn’t want a bedtime and enforced showers to keep well away from the menace that is Darcy Lewis.

The third time he sees her, she’s giving Foster a piggyback back up to their apartment. It’s only as he holds a door open for her that he realises Foster is out cold, Darcy is determinedly clutching the woman to her back and doggedly plodding on under the dead weight, muttering about scientists and limits and glorified babysitting.

The next time he sees her she is sitting on the edge of the roof with a bottle of tequila and a book. The sun is just starting to dip lower in the sky, the light behind her giving her an ethereal glow. She catches him looking, grins at him and winks before turning back to her book, completely ignoring him and the threat he poses. What is wrong with the girl?

Throwing herself in front of explosions, sitting on the edge of a roof? Discarding the threat he could so easily be to her? He’s checked, she has no defensive training or even a gun permit. She’s a sitting duck for any bad guy, a liability in any foothold situation. There’s something about her that sets him on edge and at the same time something inside him wants to pick her up and protect her.

Then he starts finding bakery in his kitchen. Rolls, beagles, bread, pies, cakes, muffins…. He has no idea where they are coming from. Eventually he accesses his apartments security footage and finds it’s him, bringing them in in the middle of the night and dumping whatever windfall he has on the counter. It still doesn’t tell him where they’re coming from though. It takes him a while to figure it out, when he does he thinks he’s going to lose his mind.

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Darcy loves the compound it’s so big! There are so many people to meet and get to know, the lab space they have is huge and the computer programs for recording the data are sleek and easy to use and make keeping up with Janes work a doddle.

It gives her more time to finish up grant proposals and other funding. Time to write the journal papers for Jane and have them properly reviewed and the final drafts sorted before Jane can publish them. In the last year since moving here Jane has had more of her work published than she had in the three years previously.

Her boss is happy, working with access to all the sorts of equipment that she could never have afforded and even specialist stuff that Stark is happy to help build for her. He even lets Darcy help, which is like a dream come true. She’s not ashamed to admit that Iron Man is her hero. Not that she’ll ever tell Tony, no, nuha, the guy already has a big enough head, which he totally deserves, but you know, she can’t let him know how much she fangirls if she wants him to listen to her when it’s time to eat and sleep.

There’s a pool, games room, onsite cafeteria which is open twenty four seven and an inhouse laundry service. Darcy loves it here, she’s never felt more spoiled and productive in her life.

As an added bonus she has found some more people to add to her tribe of lost boys. Darcy has always had a bit of Wendy complex, she sees people in need of mothering and all her instincts to take care of them kick in.

Jane and Eric aren’t her first, but they are her favourites, scientists it seems, never really grow up. And yes, she’s aware she’s treating grown adults, geniuses like little kids, but lets be honest. They have all the self-control of a bunch of ten years olds.

If she let her, Jane would live on nothing but coffee and pop tarts. Eric would drink nothing but tea and dunk his digestive biscuits in them- he’d found a fondness for them in London - and forgets there were other things belonging to actual food groups.

Tony, she found out relatively quickly, also had a coffee addiction. When he was on a science bender he didn’t eat at all. Darcy winced at the thought, she was pretty sure she watched as the weight dropped off him over the course of a couple of days like this. In the end she’d put her foot down, dragged him from the lab by his ear and made him shower and go to bed. The next day when he emerged it was to a big breakfast with all his favourites and Darcy laying down the law. Like Jane and Eric, he would stop to eat and sleep at appropriate intervals or she’d make him. Pepper’s smiling face over video call convinced him to tow the line and she’d happily stomped all over his normal ability to get his own way with glee.

Bruce had quickly followed, he’d been easy to sort, she’s just started leaving food out at the same time as she did for Tony, it was sort of a monkey see monkey do situation.

Since then she’d branched out, there were other idiots roaming the compound in need of care.

About three months into living there she became aware of the hovering presence of Bucky Barnes. He lurked around the edges, always watching her. He’d appear from no where to open doors for her, press call buttons, help her carry things… she didn’t complain, it was kind of nice to be helped once in a while. The thing was though, she could tell he was always on edge around her, like he just didn’t know how to talk to her at all. In fact the first time she heard his voice was also the first time she met the Winter Soldier.

She hadn’t known that at first of course. She’d been in the kitchen late, making up a batch of muffins for the next day when he’s actually approached her and sat at the island while she mixed the batter.

Darcy had felt comfortable enough to say nothing more than hi when he’d pulled up a seat. She’d continued measuring out the ingredients, adding in the sugar and butter. She had her music on low, and she was dancing a little and singing under her breath as he watched her.

Without thinking about it she asked him to pass her things as she worked, he did so wordlessly, and they worked together easily for the next hour.

When she presented him with a plate of muffins for himself after everything was cleaned up, he’d looked uncertain.

“You helped, so you get a share of the bounty.” She pressed, pushing the plate into his hands.

“Spasiba.” The low growl of Russian had made her freeze for a split second, but she shook it off and nodded happily as he left the kitchen with a plate piled high with blueberry muffins.

“Jarvis, was that the Winter Soldier?”

“I believe it was Miss Darcy. Would you like me to alert someone?”

“No… I think it’s okay, he’s going back to his room, right?”

“Yes, Miss Darcy, Sargent Barnes has returned to his rooms.”

Darcy finished sweeping the floor while she pondered the strange encounter.

She knew the story of course, everyone in the world knew the story of James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. The media storm after the fall of Shield, the discovery of the Winter Soldier files, the Red Book, the exposure of who he really was. It had hit America hard.

One of their own, lost and forgotten, a prisoner of war for seven decades, brainwashed and tortured and forced to do the bidding of the very people he had fought against through a war. It had been devastating. She hated to think where they’d be now if it hadn’t all come to light directly after Natasha had dumped all the files on the NET. Some hacker had compiled a program to search out hidden Hydra files and cracked a previously unknown server, two days after Natasha’s file dump, the Hacker had made a second dump, flagging everything to do with the Winter Soldier, exposing the injustice of the century.

After two years of searching he had been found and brought back to America, given the help and support he had needed and had been awarded numerous awards and medals for his service. The President had made a full apology to him for leaving a man behind, for allowing Hydra to become part of the establishment and for the part American’s themselves had played in his continued torture and imprisonment.

Darcy couldn’t blame him for being a little quiet and skittish, but she hadn’t realised that the very programming that had been forced on him still lingered. Her heart went out to him. He was so lost, still hurting from his past. That the Winter Soldier had come to her kitchen and helped her bake, sounded like a cry for help. She just didn’t know who was crying. Him or James Barnes. Maybe it was both. He’d been quiet, but helpful tonight, at no point had she felt threatened or unsafe, she didn’t think he would hurt her. With that thought she flicked off the light and decided that she had room for at least one more lost boy.

“Jarvis, if the Winter Soldier makes another night time appearance, let me know.”

“Are you sure that’s wise Miss Darcy?”

“Sure, it is Jarvis, everything one deserves a little company, even scary assassins. I’ll be fine. Just, lets keep this between us, alright?”

“Very well Miss Darcy, if you insist.”

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It went on for months like that, her baking in the kitchen, the Winter Soldier lending her a hand. She started teaching him how to bake, she figured it was a therapy thing and also a human thing, they all needed to eat.

At first. she didn’t say much, but slowly as the time went on she carried out whole conversations with him, only his expressions and snorts to guide her on his opinion. The more time she spent with this version of him the more she liked him. She wasn’t going to lie, he was a very attractive man. Darcy would have to be blind not see how pretty his big blue eyes were, how soft and kissable his lips looked and the less said about his body the better. She did her best to discard her growing crush and continued to help him as best she could.

Eight months later he was standing beside her, both of them working in tandem to get the baked good finished. They moved around each other in a complicated dance, passing utensils and ingredients, hands and arms brushing with increased regularity.

She’s nervous, because she hasn’t seem him in a week. She also feels a little annoyed because she had thought that Barnes at least knew about these late-night baking sessions. That had been put to rest a few days before when she asked him where he’d been. He’d looked at her in confusion and asked what she meant.

That’s when it really dawned on her that he was keeping both sides of himself very separate from each other. She doesn’t know how she missed it before, but it’s glaringly obvious now. It’s why she hardly ever saw him outside of the kitchen, why, when Barnes was in the driving seat he did nothing more than was polite when they crossed paths. But it couldn’t be completely separate, little things, like him handing her a coffee the way she liked a few times when she’d come to find some in the break room or him knowing which blanket was hers when he’d given her it when they were all watching movies a few weeks ago. Just that he’d even noticed she was cold had been sweet when she considers that Winter Soldier is the one who had spoken to her the most, has been the one getting to know her.

She’s reaching for something on a high shelf when he comes behind her, one hand resting lightly on her hip to get the bag of sugar when it happens. She loses her balance a little and rocks back into him, a strangled whimper escaping her at the feel of their bodies pressed together.

He stills behind her and then rests the sugar on the counter in front of her, his other hand coming to rest on her other hip. The only sound left is their silence. She doesn’t know what to do. She is standing in the kitchen, the Winter Soldier holding her hips lightly, the warmth of his hand heating her skin even through her jeans. She wants to press back more firmly against him, give him a sign to encourage this- whatever it is- but she can’t. She can’t because she knows just how separated he is from the other half of him, from the man, James Barnes.

She drops her shoulders in disappointment and he seems to understand her refusal, letting her go and stepping back. She turns to face him, and they regard each other, both of them wanting something they can’t have.

“You should tell him. I know you can communicate with him, through dreams or whatever. I know you’re not completely separate. Tell him, about this, about us meeting.”

“We are the same person, кукла.” “I know, but if we’re really going to be friends, he needs to understand why.”

“He likes you just as much as I do.” He insists.

“But does he know why? Every time I see you in the daytime he gets this look of confusion, like he’s not sure why he wants to come help me. I didn’t realise till last week just how much you kept from him. Does he even know where all the baked goods we make come from?”

“I am sorry, любимая.”

Darcy sighs and wonders how she ever let herself end up in a situation like this one, then realises that this is exactly the sort of bat shit crazy that can only happen to her.

He moves too fast to stop him then and pulls her into a tight hug, muttering a thank you into her hair before pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.

He’s gone before she can say anything more, left alone with countertop full of pies and cookies and no super soldier to feed it to.

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“Hey, I haven’t seen you in a week, where have you been?”

He hands her the coffee and cocks his head to one side. They don’t speak much, other than to say hello or exchange inane pleasantries. He’s really not sure what she means, the question comes with a slight teasing tone that he knows is more familiar than he would have expected.

“There was a mission to Rio, we got stuck down there a few days.” He answers slowly. He watches her face carefully, sees the way she goes a little white and then stutters out an excuse to leave.

Bucky stares after Darcy in consternation. In the last few months the draw he felt towards her had only increased. He found himself wondering what she was doing at odd times, his mind bringing up pictures of her smile, the sound of her laugh ringing in his ears. Then he finds himself making up a coffee for her, milky with two sugars and she thanks him with a pretty smile she only ever gives to him and then goes to leave the room. It’s not the first time he’s made her a coffee, but it’s the first time he’s actually noticed that at some point he must have picked up on how she liked it. One of the nights they had all gathered to watch movies he had found himself watching her constantly, without thinking about it he’d reached for the pile of blankets and selected a thick fleecy one in a sky blue and cream snowflake pattern. She had been hiding it, but he saw that she was cold from the way she tucked her hands between her knees. The way she thanks him again, something more than just simple gratitude in her eyes, it should have tipped him off long before this.

He finally cajoles Jarvis into giving him the security logs for the kitchen. There are months’ worth of footage, him and Darcy baking together in the communal kitchen. Or to be more accurate, the Winter Soldier and Darcy. The pieces all start to fall into place as he watches and listens to the girl chatter on at his murderous, more dangerous half, the way she treats him like he matters, with affection and respect. Its odd, watching yourself fall in love with someone from a distance, but it’s what’s happening. It makes sense now, the pull he feels towards her. He might not have been aware, but part of him had been.

A week later he wakes up to find a note on the counter top in the kitchen. It’s short and to the point.

“I know, you know. I know you like her too. Don’t fuck it up.”

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She doesn’t know why she bothers to come down here. Or rather, she knows why and isn’t sure if she’d hoping for the Winter Soldier or James Barnes to appear. She misses him. She misses him listening to her, she misses the company and she misses the way he looked at her, like she somehow made the world a better place.

She decides to stop moping and just make something. There’s meant to be a family dinner tomorrow night. She could make some pies or something to put on the table. Steve never said no to Apple and Pie and Tony was a slut for her Peach Brandy Cobbler. Decision made she set out the ingredients.

Just as she reaches for a mixing bowl from the shelf she becomes aware of a presence behind her and she stops, still balanced on her toes. A hand comes to rest on her hip while the man behind her reaches for the bowls.

“Let me help you, Doll.” Gone is the faint Russian accent, instead it’s the thick Brooklyn drawl that assaults her ears.

“Barnes?”

He brings down the bowls and lets her go as she turns round.

“Um… hi.” She says, a little lost at the sudden state of affairs.

“Hey.” He hesitates a little before smiling crookedly. “So, it’s come to my attention we’ve been spending a little time together. Thought maybe you wouldn’t mind some company tonight, my company, specifically.”

“OH..” she can feel the blush burning up her cheeks as she wonders what he knows, exactly.

His smile dims a little at her odd silence and for a moment wonders if he made a mistake, read it wrong. He waits anyway, wondering if she’ll say anything more.

“Did you figure it out, or did he tell you?” She finally asks.

Bucky passes her the note from his pocket.

She bites her bottom lip, trying not to smile as she reads the Winter Soldier’s words. He liked her, they both did, or he wouldn’t be showing her this. The tiny flame of hope she held in her heart flared to life.

“So, can I help?” The teasing tone is back and she feels a thrill of excitement as she looks up at him. His smile of knowing is more than a little charming. She feels her own lips lift in response.

“I’d like that.” She says softly as their hands brush when he gives her the bowel. “What do I call you?” She really does want to know, she can’t keep calling him Soldier anymore.

“You can call me anything you want, Doll.” The wink he gives her makes her eyes widen and she bumps him with her shoulder in mock reprimand.

“Can I call you James?”

“James is fine.”

They share another grin, both their eyes lighting up in shared excitement. It turns out he knows how to bake after all, the knowledge he’d picked up over the months right there when he needs it.

Over time she gets to know him all over again and occasionally the Winter Soldier will make an appearance, but over the years, he comes less and less. The more time Bucky spends with Darcy the more he feels whole. Eventually he remembers all the time he spends with her as the Winter Soldier. He never tells her, but she knows. He is both now. The man and the soldier, finally one.

@captain-rogers-beard

#love all the marvel ships challenge #wintershock #darcy/bucky #bucky/darcy

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darks-ink · 6 years ago

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For @doddling-goods, happy Christmas Truce! You asked for Plasmius and Dani celebrating the holidays together, and, well, who am I to throw away this perfect opportunity for a redemption AU!

Also on AO3 and FFN.

Dani had honestly thought that she had seen her home – the Masters mansion – at its gaudiest. The green and gold it was typically decorated with weren’t exactly fashionable, after all.

Walking into the house after a month away showed her exactly how wrong she had been, however.

The old decorations, the green and gold and football memorabilia, were all still present. However, shimmering tinsels in green and red and silver and gold had been added, shiny white snowflakes hung from the ceiling, and fairy lights were strung around just about everything in the entry hall.

Not only was it somehow worse than the normal appearance, it was also quite surprising to her that Vlad had altered his carefully put-together mansion.

She wracked her brain trying to come up with a reason for it, but she couldn’t think of anything besides the party happening in the Ghost Zone later that day. And surely that couldn’t be it? Unless it had an equivalent holiday among the living? But she didn’t even know what day it was, let alone what major holidays the USA might’ve celebrated on that specific day.

She glanced around the entry hall, but didn’t see anything to show the date, or Vlad. Shrugging to herself, she pulled her phone from her pocket to check the date. The 25th… She was pretty sure that there was a major holiday that day, but she couldn’t remember anything specific.

That would also explain why Danny had left the Ghost Zone a day or two earlier, before Frostbite had coaxed her into leaving. His parents would’ve been paying more attention to his whereabouts during the holidays, and he might’ve needed to make preparations as well.

Mystery thus solved, she put her phone away again and walked further into the mansion. The decorations seemed to spread across the entire mansion, humming lights and sparkling tinsels everywhere.

She was almost afraid to enter her room, but after cautiously opening the door, she discovered that it had been spared from Vlad’s insane decorating spree. Thankfully.

After quickly unpacking her bags – aka throwing almost all of its contents in the laundry basket and dumping the rest on her bed to sort out later – Dani went to explore the rest of the mansion in the hopes of finding Vlad.

She had honestly expected him in the lab – it’s where he spends most of his time, after all – but found him on her way there, in the living room. Not that she needed to go through the living room to get to the lab, but she could see the light coming from there in the hallway and she was quite curious to see what, exactly, was creating so much light.

Imagine her surprise when she finds a tree, of all things, the source of the light. It had been decorated much like the rest of the house, small but bright lights and shiny tinsel, but also a great number of balls, white and silver and even black, which caught the light on their smooth surfaces. The tree was crested with a single decoration, a glittering silver star.

As Dani’s gaze swept downwards, she was surprised to find that the roots of the tree were hidden by a bunch of… presents? Yes, they must’ve been presents, a bunch of boxes in shiny packing papers, most of them topped off with equally shiny bows.

A soft cough drew her attention away from the rather spectacular tree and towards the sofa, where Vlad Masters sat. A book was held loosely in his hands, so he had probably been reading, although Dani found it hard to imagine that someone could read without being distracted by the tree.

“Ah, Danielle, my dear. I see that you’ve found the Christmas tree. What do you think?”

She shrugged, looking the tree over once more before turning to him. “I dunno. It’s certainly very… shiny?”

Vlad looked at her, one eyebrow raised in a clearly incredulous expression. She wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he had been expecting, but it certainly hadn’t been the one she had given. Looks like someone screwed up her education.

“You… don’t know what Christmas is, do you?”

“Hmm,” she answered, pretending to think about it, tilting her head down and resting it in her hand. Then she snapped her fingers and pointed one at Vlad, grinning widely. “Nope.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You haven’t even heard of it during your travels? It’s celebrated in a lot of countries, not just here.”

She hummed again, this time in real thought. She’s pretty sure that she has, in fact, heard of Christmas before, but she can’t really remember anything about it. “I think I’ve heard the name before, but that’s about it, yeah.”

“I imagine you would have,” he answers, voice returning to its normal smooth purr. “After all, the entire Ghost Zone celebrates the Christmas Truce on the 25th.”

“Oh yeah. I remembered that there was a party and a truce, but I couldn’t remember the occasion.” She walked over to the couch, draping herself over its arm. “Tell me more about this Christmas thing? Seems like a big deal, you even decorated the mansion and stuff.”

The look he gave her was one she couldn’t decipher. But whatever he was looking for, he must’ve found it, because he sighed and looked away, eyes roving over the various decorations before settling on the tree.

“Christmas is a holiday closely associated with… family.” He licked his lips, and a heavy silence fell as Dani waited for him to continue. “I… was hoping to celebrate it with my real family, this year. With you.”

“Oh.” It was a stupid thing to say, of course. He would’ve been expecting a real reply, but Dani had been stunned beyond words. She knew that Vlad and her were a family of sorts, now. She had been living with him for the past few months, after all, had even taken to calling herself Danielle Masters if anyone asked. And it seemed like he really cared about her, yes.

But she had thought the same last time. And look what happened back then!

This time was different, of course. Danny said that Vlad had really been trying to do better, and she trusted Danny’s judgment. And as nice as Danny’s offer of moving in with the Fenton family was, she knew she couldn’t take it. Sure, his parents probably would’ve accepted her. They were weird like that. But living like that, with them, no matter what anyone said, she would’ve just been… Danny. Even if they didn’t mean to, the others would look at her and see him.

And she didn’t want that. She wanted to be herself, her own person.

So when Vlad offered her his own house, his own love… well, it couldn’t hurt to try, right? If it didn’t work out she could always steal some of his money and go back to traveling the world. And she knew what he was like, now. She wouldn’t be fooled again.

But his care seemed genuine. He really did take care of her like she was his own daughter, just like he promised. And, clearly acknowledging her freedom to leave, he left her a large stack of money in her room in the first week. When she had questioned him about it, he simply said that he “wouldn’t have his daughter starve because of his own mistakes”. And so she had squirreled the money away, in her backpack phased in the wall, where Vlad couldn’t find it to take it away. But he never even tried.

But still… despite his care, and his gentleness, and the fact that despite her misgivings and their past, she had started to care about him too… she didn’t think that he really considered her family. Sure, he called her his daughter, but… she never thought he meant it. Not like this.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Vlad clear his throat, and blushed, shoulders hiking up and her hand finding the back of her neck. “Sorry. I kind of… got lost in thought?”

“I figured as much.” He smiled at her, warmly, but with a hint of… uncertainty? “So, what do you think? Do you… want to celebrate Christmas together? As a… family?”

A few months ago, she would’ve said no. No doubt, no hesitation. She would’ve said that it would never ever happen.

But… the last few months with Vlad had been… surprisingly good. He was clearly trying, and she knew how hard it could be to break bad habits.

So she smiled back, and nodded. “I would love to celebrate it with you.”

The uncertainty in his eyes melted away instantly, and his smile widened into a grin. He must’ve been really worried that she would turn down his offer.

In one smooth movement he stood up and extended his arm towards the tree, still smiling at Dani. “In that case, my dear, how about we start with the Christmas presents? They’re a Christmas morning tradition, after all.”

She followed his gesture to the tree with her eyes, her gaze settling on the many gifts stacked underneath it. “But… I didn’t buy you anything.”

“Well, of course not,” Vlad said as he walked over to tree, crouching down next to it. “After all, you’re still a child. No one would’ve expected someone your age to buy a present for a family member. Friends, maybe, but certainly not for their family.”

Dani pulled herself upright, sliding off of the arm and onto the sofa proper. “So then… Are there any presents for you under the tree?”

He gave her a scandalized look. “Well, of course there are, my dear! Giving presents isn’t limited to just family, after all. Friends give each other presents all the time as well, and Christmas is quite a big deal among the ghosts, as you might’ve noticed.” He glanced back at the tree. “Although I must admit that most of these are, in fact, for you.”

“They are?” She scanned through the presents, or at least those she could see, but couldn’t tell which ones were for who from the couch. “But… I barely know anyone! And how would they...” she trailed off as she saw Vlad’s pleased smile. “You… got in contact with everyone and got their presents for me?”

Vlad pulled one of the presents out from underneath the tree, glancing at the label on it and grimacing slightly. “Well, of course I did. I want nothing but the best for you. Speaking of which, this one is for you.” He held out the present towards Dani, the packing paper glossy and decorated with space rockets.

She took it from him, twisting the box in her hands so she could read the text on it as well. ‘For Dani, From Danny’ it read, and she didn’t try to stop the smile that found its way to her face. She grabbed the glimmering silver bow and phased it off of the present, and then did the same with the packing paper. Call her a hoarder all you want, but it was pretty and Danny gave it to her. She wanted to keep it.

Doing so had revealed a fairly standard cardboard box, and Dani made a face as she considered her options for opening it. Sure, she could phase through it, or punch through it, or burn through it. But before she got too far into considering these options, she spotted the arrow that had been drawn on the box, with ‘OPEN HERE’ written in bold lettering underneath it. Well, way to spoil her fun, Danny. Regardless, she followed the instructions, tearing open the box from the edge where the arrow had pointed.

The contents of the box caught the many lights scattered around the room, the glow reflecting off of a metallic silver surface, and catching on several smaller vials surrounding the bigger object. She grabbed the metal tube, pulling it out of the box and inspecting it more closely.

She knew what it was, of course. She would’ve been an idiot if she couldn’t recognize a Fenton Thermos. But it wasn’t a regular Thermos. The cap had been painted black, with the DP logo in white on the very top. She turned it around in her hands, carefully running her hands across its surface. It seemed like a perfectly fine Thermos, ordinary outside of the paint-job.

She grinned at Vlad, who had raised an eyebrow at the unexpected gift, and then in one swift movement, she uncapped the Thermos and pointed it at him. The Thermos activated with a whir, blasting its blue-white light right into Vlad’s face, messing up his hair. Satisfied that it was functional, Dani capped the Thermos again and stuck out her tongue at Vlad. “Had to make sure it worked, right?”

He glared at her, before making a fairly hopeless attempt at straightening his hair. “Yes, yes. I guess I should’ve known that Daniel would make sure you had one of those infernal devices. Was that the only thing he gave you?”

“Nah, there’s something else in here too. Hang on.” She laid down the Thermos next to her, digging into the box to grab the vials she had seen. They hit each other with clacking noises, clearly made out of glass, before she managed to get her hands on them.

Pulling them out, she noticed that the vials were filled with a thick, green liquid. She frowned, vaguely recognizing the material, but failing to remember what it was. She rolled one around in her hand, seeing the liquid emit a faint glow, and suddenly it clicked and she knew where she had seen it before.

“Ecto-Dejecto...” she whispered, looking at the numeral vials she held. “He gave me more Ecto-Dejecto, in case I destabilized again.”

Vlad hummed from his place next to the tree. “How unexpectedly thoughtful of him. Hopefully you won’t need it, of course, but it’ll be good to have regardless.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, sticking the vials in the pocket of her hoodie. “I’ll make sure to keep those somewhere safe. Wouldn’t want the wrong ghost, or human, to get their hands on these.” She shot Vlad a pointed look, before nodding to the tree. “What’s next? One for you, or are you just grabbing them at random?”

“I’ll just… go in whatever order I grab them in. As I said, most of these are for you, so alternating them would be a hopeless venture.” He reached underneath the tree to pull out another gift, and one that clearly originated in the Ghost Zone, based on the fact that it was faintly glowing. He glanced at the label before rolling his eyes and handing it over to Dani.

Reading the label as well, Dani quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Vlad for confirmation. He shrugged. ‘To: Cub, From: Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter’ the label stated. The gift itself was smaller than Danny’s, the box narrower and flatter. The wrapping paper was ectoplasm green, glowing faintly, and the bow a purple also commonly found in the Ghost Zone.

Dani tore through it quickly, uncovering another box, but this one made out of wood, with metal clasps on the side to hold it closed. She was already curious to see what Skulker, of all people, might have given her for Christmas, but now she felt her curiosity rise another notch. Quickly, she undid both latches, and opened the lid.

The inside of the box was covered with a soft, velvet-like material, fitted exactly around its actual contents. And there, lying in the center of the dark fabric, laid what had to be the most beautiful knife that Dani had ever seen. The handle was a shiny black, soft like well-worn leather, and the blade itself was a vibrant, glowing green, with elegant carvings along its sides.

She lifted it up gently, weighing the blade in her hand. It hummed with power, her ghostly core eagerly responding in kind. She twirled it around before quickly placing it back in the box, latching it closed again.

“I think that I’m going to have to talk with my employee about giving my child weapons for Christmas.”

Dani snorted. “Ah, come on, it’s not like I’m not a living weapon myself. There’s nothing that I could do with a knife that I can’t do with my own ghost powers and you know it.”

Vlad sighed, heavily. “Yes, I suppose you’re right, my dear. And based on who gave it, I guess I should be glad that it wasn’t a gun, at least.” He sighed again before turning back to the tree, grabbing another present. He glanced over the label before pulling the present into his own lap, a somewhat baffled expression on his face.

“One for you?” She wasn’t sure why Vlad would be confused by that, though, but she couldn’t think of anything better.

“Yes,” he answered, still looking at the present he was holding. Its paper was glossy white, and it was topped off with a crimson red bow. Nothing about it looked noteworthy to her. Vlad seemed to have picked up on her silent question, however. “It’s from Daniel.”

“Oh.” With this new information, she looked over the present again. It was far smaller than what Danny had given her, a small square box, and far more ordinary. She supposed it shouldn’t be all that surprising, since Danny was the forgiving type, and he did agree that Vlad had been changing his ways. Apparently Vlad hadn’t expected to get a gift from Danny, though.

He carefully ripped the paper away, frowning at the package inside the present. Dani craned her neck to see what it was, but it was too small to see from the couch. She slumped down, giving up, and instead called to Vlad. “What did you get?”

Vlad grunted wordlessly, holding up the present for her to see. Dani barely repressed the laugh that came up, instead making a rather undignified snorting sound.

Danny hadn’t given him a present for Vlad. No, he had given Vlad a present for his cat.

“Yes yes, laugh it up. I should’ve known that the little badger wouldn’t have given me a real present.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to the tree, but Dani could see the fond smile on his face.

“Anyway,” he said, pulling out another box. “This one is for you again.”

And so they continued on for a while, Dani opening several presents for every gift that Vlad received. Turns out that he had been right about most of them being for Dani, as Vlad only received 4 gifts, compared to Dani’s 9.

Most of her presents had been surprisingly thoughtful. Combat boots from Sam (who had clearly remembered Dani drooling over hers), a custom-built phone from Tucker, a beanie and an offer to go shopping together from Valerie, and in-depth research and reports detailing Danny’s growth as a halfa from Jazz, probably because it had become clear over the past few months that there was quite a difference between Vlad and the Phantoms in the way they grew into their powers.

Of course her ghostly friends hadn’t disappointed either. Frostbite had given her a book detailing the various types of ghostly cores and common powers associated with them, Wulf had given her a rock from the moon (which he had apparently retrieved by opening a portal to the surface of the moon), and Dora had given her a beautiful necklace with a sparkling sky-blue stone, with a note that explained that it would shift to an acid-green color if she transformed into ghost mode while wearing it.

Vlad’s presents had been… mixed in quality. Besides Danny’s cat toys, he also received a tin of fudge from Jack Fenton, and a tin of Christmas cookies from Maddie Fenton. When Dani questioned his far more enthusiastic response to Maddie’s cookies, Vlad had explained that, back when they were in college, Maddie used to bake these cookies for the three of them, following a family recipe. The only ghostly gift he had received had been from Skulker, who had given him a ghost tracker honed in exclusively on halfas, made to track them even in human form. Vlad’s initial reaction was disgust, of course, but that had quickly settled when he saw the note that Skulker had added. The tracker wasn’t intended to hunt halfas, but to find them if something ever happened to Dani and she went missing.

Dani looked over her stack of presents, a wide grin on her face. She had friends, who not only cared about her, but who cared enough to give her hand-picked presents for Christmas!

Vlad drew her from her thoughts by clearing his throat, and Dani turned around to look at him again. In his hands rested another present, its shape crumpled, like the contents were soft and pliable. He smiled at her, warm and kind.

“Of course, I’ve saved the best for the last.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “How did you know it was the best if you didn’t know what the rest gave me?” Seeing him splutter for an answer, she waved him off. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Lemme see!”

He rolled his eyes, fondly, before handing her the gift. Like she had expected, the present was soft, rather than packed in a box like most of the others. She tore open the paper, and the contents fell onto her lap.

It was a sweater, black with the edges on the bottom and cuffs white. In the center, standing out in stark white against the black material, was the infamous DP logo that she and Danny both wore on their jumpsuits.

Dani gently ran her hands over the material, its yarn soft and surprisingly non-itchy.

“I hand-knitted it for you, my dear. I hope… I hope you like it.”

She looked up at Vlad, surprised. “You… hand-knitted it? For me? Why?”

He licked his lips, suddenly awkward. “I… wanted it to be special. Sure, I could’ve bought you anything you desired. But that’s not the point of Christmas. This way…” He cleared his throat, wringing his hands somewhat uncertainly. “This was more meaningful.”

Dani looked back at the sweater in her hands, before phasing out of her hoodie and pulling on the sweater. She fingered the cuff, the material soft and warm. The sweater instilled a feeling of comfort and warmth on her, and she smiled at Vlad before launching herself at him.

Vlad scrambled to catch her, barely stopping himself from toppling over, as Dani wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He smiled and returned the hug, Dani melting away against him.

“Thanks… dad. For everything.”

Vlad gasped, pulling away to look her in the eye. “Did you… Really?”

“Yeah,” she said as she pulled him back into the hug. “Yeah, really.”

He hummed, holding her tightly.

“Thank you, my dear. This is the best Christmas gift that I’ve ever received.”

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