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luvspence · 4 years ago

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prom night

synopsis: you and spence both never got your own prom, maybe this makes up for it

{a/n: i’m projecting a little bit bc i missed my prom, but i hope this isn’t too cheesy}

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the east coast was your home

born and raised in dc, school in new york, work in virginia

you wouldn’t have it any different

except for the fact that you lived less than 20 mins outside your childhood home

you loved being able to be close to your family, but it had its downsides

“y/n can you pick up your brother

y/n can you run to the store for me

y/n can you pick up my dry cleaning”

and it was like you were in high school all over again

on one occasion you were at home with your mom and your baby sister, delaney, she was 17, so not much of a baby anymore

“so what’s the hot gos” you said taking a bite out of your gronola bar and looking your sister down

“ew”

“dont ‘ew’ me”

“well i got asked to the prom yesterday”

your mom nearly dropped her pan

“NO WAY”

“yes way, is it so hard to believe that someone would like me? i’m not y/n for crying out loud”

you gave her a light punch on the arm

“NOT FUNNY”

she wasn’t far from wrong though, you were the classic “nerd”

15 years ago when you were in her place, at the exact same high school, you were never asked to prom, you were too busy in math olympiad or physics club to ever want to attend prom

but that was 15 years ago, now you lost the braces and the acne, got 2 degrees, and had a very lovely boyfriend of your own

“it is though, you’re lucky you found spencer, two dorks made for each other” she said taking a sip of her water

“you’re such a bitch”

15 year age gap aside, you were still very much, sisters

“y/n, do you mind chaperoning? that way we don’t have to pay for a ticket” your mom asked

your sister blurted out “oh my god NO”

you were laughing so hard, usually this is the kind of thing you’d pass on, but it torturing your sister was so so so worth it

“okay i’m game, see you prom night”

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“spencerrrrrrr” you trailed on as you sat next to spencer on the couch, staring deep into his hazel eyes

“yes my love?”

“do you love meeeeeeee???”

spencer rolled his eyes, he knew this is how you asked him for a favors

“to the moon and back, why??????”

“okay look, my baby sister, delaney, is going to the prom and i’m chaperoning her, and she called me and you dorks so we have to get back at her by embarrassing the hell out of her at her prom”

spencer laughed

“you’re no better than a petty 17 year old”

you rolled your eyes “so can we?”

he looked at you, than his eyes trailed from the calendar to his watch to you again

“of course”

“yes!” you gave him a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek

“i love you so bad spencer reid!” you said as you ran around the apartment

“even more!” he replied

—

“incoming call from spencer reid”

“hey y/n?”

“yes love?”

“what color dress are you wearing tonight?”

“green, why?”

“no reason...”

he said before he hung up

you laughed to yourself “what a dork”

you continued to brush the mascara on your eyes, getting ready for your very first prom night

you came running down the stairs in a dark green ankle length dress, while spencer waited to pick you up

he was wearing a suit with a matching bow tie to your dress

“that’s why you asked the color! you look dashing by the by”

you said as you leaned over and gave him a cheek staining kiss

“and this” he said as he handed you a beautiful green corsage arrangement

“spencer! for me? this is gorgeous”

you said as you slipped it onto your wrist

“yeah, penelope knows a guy”

“of course she does, and thank you! i can’t believe you’d go through all of this for me on fake prom” you said as he started driving toward your parents house

“hey this prom is not fake at all to me, i’ve never been to prom before”

you shrugged “me neither, i always thought it was dumb anyway”

“this is sort of embarrassing” spencer said scratching his head

“come on spencer it’s just me”

“okay, you know i went to highschool very young, i hadn’t even gone through puberty. i was the smallest guy in the class and that wasn’t purely based on my age. i was scrawny. but i had this grand idea of going to prom with the most beautiful girl. and i’d be all tal and handsome at that point, and i’d walk into that dance and stick it to all my bullies”

“that not embarrassing! i wish i wanted to go to prom like that. i guess i was too pretentious to go, i was an all star intellectual, there was no way i’d show my face at an event like prom”

“yeah, so i guess we both get do overs. and i get to live my prom dream. now i’m tall, and i have a beatiful girl by my side” he said as he smiled at you

“have i ever told you i love you?”

“not enough” he smiled as he pulled into your parents drive way

you got out of your car to wait inside with your sister for her date to arrive

eventually a tall girl with a equally as beautiful corsage in her hand ended up nervously swaying on the front door and she rang the door bell

spencer answered

“hi!”

“h-hi, mr. y/l/n” she said in a nevrous tone

spencer laughed out loud and you went to intervene

“oh my yeah he’s just my boyfriend, hi i’m delaney’s older sister y/n. no need to be nervous, there’s no dad around here. just a lot of siblings, my mom and my boyfriend!” you said as you welcomed her into the house

delaney went to take the corsage from her date, melanie

your mom lined you spencer and your sister and melanie up for what felt like 800 pictures before you finally decided to get into spencers car to the dance

in the car you turned around to the girls

“sooooo, how’d y’all meet”

delaney burried her head into her knees in embarrassment while her date explained

“well she was in my physics class, and it all went from there”

“physics!!! i love physics, is mr. scott still there?”

“yup he’s our teacher”

“sick” you said to yourself, reminiscing about your days in high school

eventually you pulled into your highschool parking lot, hooking arms with spencer as you walked toward then gym

“god does this bring me back”

you said to him

your sister whispered to her date “god she’s so old”

“HEY DELANY I HEARD THAT”

she gave you the stink eye and whispered in your ear

“please get as far away from me as possible”

all you did was nod as you watched the two of them skip into their dance

you looked up at spencer

“god you’re so cute, i wish i had you here in high school”

“i’m sure you had your boys”

“from the physics club? right”

you walked into the fully decorated gym, wandering around from the punch bowl to the photo booth, you and spencer watching the floor of kids dance to their hearts content

“i think i know why i skipped this in highschool”

spencer laughed

“ i would have killed to be in this very position when i was in high school”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes

“killed to be in prom in the first place or to be here with me?”

“with your of course”

he said as he met your lips for a kiss

obviously bringing spencer was a bad idea for your sabotage delany plan, because you got way too distracted with spencer by your side

you spent the entire night talking to him, dancing with him to the slow songs, taking funny pictures in the photo booth

high school stuff you guess

eventually when all the kids were slow dancing, you looked up at spencer

“wanna make a break for it?”

he didn’t know what that meant, but if it was with you he’d do it, so he just nodded and followed you outside

you buried your head into his shoulder as you walked around the campus you grew up on, pointing to the points of interest

you pointed to a big oak tree with seat like roots under it

“that’s where we used have physics club meetings”

then you pointed to a hidden patch behind all the bushes

“this is where i traded homework for money”

he just nodded as you told the stories of your high school experience

you pointed to some old looking railings with a tree standing view it

“that’s where i had my first kiss”

“HUH! i thought you said you got no boys, physics club and all”

“yeah you’re right” you said as you settled on one of the bleacher, overlooking the field and the night sky, spencer joining you

your fancy dress hitting the dirt of the baseball field, the cold april night making you shiver, and spencer putting his blazer coat over you

“you’re right, i didn’t get any boys in high school” you sighed as you cuddled into his arm

“my first kiss was with dylan watson, he was mr blue eyes blonde hair, baseball and perfect social status. and you know i was, braces glasses and physics”

he laughed as you continued to tell the story

“but yeah one day he slipped me a note, i figured he just wanted homework. but he said to meet him there after school. so i did, and he confessed tht he loved me, and wanted to be my boyfriend. and of course i said yes. and the he kissed me. it was the best moment of my life up until then. but as soon as he pulled away he yelled ‘you got that?’”

“oh no” spencer said, listening intently

“oh yes, his buddies had be filming, then they put me on plays all around the entire school, showing the video to everyone. so yeah, that’s why i never want to the prom. i guess it might have been bc i was a nerd, but also because i never wanted to show my face to those kids anymore” you said as you sighed

“you know, i had a similar experience where a pretty girl told me the same thing, but instead the entire school stripped me to my underwear and tied me to a pole. it was awful”

“oh my goodness that’s terrible” you said

“well i guess high school bullying makes great profilers?” yoy laughed

“maybe. i think it also develops character well i’m general too. and hey! you got your first kiss out of it”

“yeah, but high school was the worst, i wish i could tell my 17 year old self that it would get better”

“me too” he said

he said as he tucked his chin into your head and looked up at the stars, faint music echoing from the gym and the sound of your cold shakey breath

“y/n, i’m just glad we got to spend our prom night together”

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magical-agatha · 3 years ago

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What's you fav weapon type in soulsbourne (this ask sent by the halberd gang)

oh halberds are beautiful. the perfect compromise between the speed and flexibility of a sword, the range of a spear/ultra weapon, and the dmg of a greatsword or ultra. good shit. ruined by the blight that is the splitleaf. that is to say i love halberds but i wish ds3 had better balancing and wasnt like, abandoned and never getting patched again bc there is a huge balance issue with the splitleaf. but halberds are dope and ur valid. historically i would have said ultra greatswords or greathammers bc like. bonk. maximum damage in one hit. but these days im not rly sure what my favourite is. i recently played thru ds1, ds2 and im working thru ds3 for the umpteenth time. and ive been on a kick of like, light fast weapons. dex + magic. the biggest thing ive used in months was a greatsword (ds3, got the onyx blade early by running to the dork who has it in dlc 1 and using force to cheese him off a cliff).

i really like daggers though. its fun to be hyper aggressive and proc status effects on people. and ive been rly drawn to like, fist weapons and basic curved swords lately. painting guardian sword was my main in my last playthru of ds1 and it was great. ive still never gotten around to making a build with the dragonbone fists in ds2, tragically, or the dual shields in ds2. ds2 is just so long i get worn out and never finish whatever goal i set that motivated me to replay. ricard's rapier in ds1 is also competing as something thats just so over the top and fun. the heavy attack does SO much dmg with crystal magic weapon...

i feel like i cant answer this succinctly so im gonna just try to bluntly pick a favourite weapon in each category instead.

daggers: scholar's candle for the way the gesture works when you dont have the faith requirements, instead of lighting it and having a torch you just sort of, fondly stare at the weapon for a few seconds, its cute (close 2nd was the trusty bandit's knife)

fists: malformed claw or demon's fists

straight swords: barbed straight sword

thrusting swords: ricards

curved swords: threeway tie between painting guardian's, warden winblades, and the dancer's enchanted swords

spears: partizan or moonlight horn

halberds: demon catchpole

greatswords: the moonlight greatsword of course

katanas: never used it much but the washing pole is so dumb i love it

curved greatswords: server (its rly pretty if u look close its got like, gold inlay all over it)

axes: thrall ofc

greataxes: black knights

hammers: heysel pick (i rly need to make a dedicated build for this thing its rly nifty)

great hammers: tie between dragon's tooth and the ds3 spiked mace

ultra greatswords: crypt blacksword

misc shit that i have strong love for: darkmoon bow, izalith/blackwitch staff, all the greatbows and ultragreatshields, the weird chime shields in ds2 that can do fucked up stupid high dmg, friede's greatscythe, the white hair talisman, the crystal chime, and ds2's binoculars for letting me quickscope great lightning spears into other players <3

favourite weapon overall is probably the moonlight greatsword but its so hard to pick just one type of weapon lmao... theres sooooo much good shit in these games. and i havent even talked about demon's souls or bloodborne or kingsfield...

tho i realised im not answering the question right so uhh, favourite weapon *type* would probably be catalysts or dual curved swords. it just feels so nice to bonk ppl with a wizard staff, or in contrast to cut them to pieces with two elegant and decadent curved swords buffed with transgender magic (darkmoon blade).

also i hope they put the scraping spear in elden ring so i can hurt the feelings of meta players

sorry for the huge answer lol i could talk for hours about soulsborne.

#hashtag blogging with aggy #dont reblog ploxx

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #854: Jack-O Exercise (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

11:45 a.m. at Smash Mansion's Living Room........

Chun-Li: (Doing the Jack-O Pose on the Workout Mat Along With Fox) ('Whew') I think I'm starting to feel the burn already....(Turns to Fox) How are you doing over there, Foxy?

Fox: (Trying his Hardest to Maintain His Balance While Doing the Pose as Well) Fine!..... I think.....I might got hang of it this time.....(Sighs While Turning to Chun-Li) What did you say this kind of exercise is called again?

Chun-Li: The Jack-O pose. It's this new trend everyone been doing on the internet as of late. So I figured that rather than making a challenge out of it, I have it be one of our daily workout routines. Or at least see if we could try doing this a little more often. What do you think of it so far?

Fox: I like it...It takes a lot to get used to though..... You're a million times better at it than I am right now.....

Chun-Li: Foxy, you're giving yourself less credit here. You're clearly doing great so far yourself.

Fox: You.....think so?

Chun-Li: (Gives Fox a Reassuring Smile) I know so. Now just keep doing that a little while longer and we'll call it a break, got it?

Fox: (Nodded in Agreement) Yes, ma'am!

Chun-Li: That's the spirit!~ Keep putting your leg muscles into it!

Samus: (Watches Chun-Li and Fox (Mostly Chun-Li) Exercise From a Short Distance) You heard the lady, Fox-Man. Work those muscles! (Starts Sipping on her Strawberry Smoothie) ('Ahh') Same goes for you, babe. You're doing great already.

Chun-Li: Will do, Sam- Hey, wait a second. Samus....are you using your break time just to stare at my ass?

Samus: (Scoffs While Quickly Looking Away) No. There no way I would do something like that. I just..... observing how you were doing the whole exercise is all.

Chun-Li: (Already Has an Unconvinced Look on her Face) Oh really? If that's the case, then how come you're not observing us from the sofa?

Samus: I uh..... Didn't...think that was a good enough view?

Chun-Li: (Starts Pouting While Grumbling) .............

Samus: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. Fine. You caught me red-handed. But can you really me blame though? You are a very thicc lady after all.

Chun-Li: So are you, Sammy. But that doesn't mean you should use your break time simply just to enjoy the view. (Starts Blushing a Little) Besides, you could stare at it any other time you want, you know?

Fox: (Still Trying to Maintain his Balance) She's not wrong.....Also, I'm kind of hoping you're not staring at mines either.

Samus: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Oh please, Foxy. I've seen your ass more times than I can count. (Starts Smirking Teasingly) I know how much cake you got back there~ (Starts Sipping on her Drink Some More)

Fox: (Starts Blushing While Looking Away) Y-Your thicker. Shut up....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly at Fox's Dispense) Thickness aside, my point still stands on this, Samus. If you want to take this exercise routine seriously, you need to use this time to study and observe more into how it looks and function before you could try it out for yourself.

Samus: I wouldn't worry too much about that honestly. I've seen a few people doing this challenge lately. So I shouldn't have any problems doing it myself.

Chun-Li: (Raised an Eyebrow) Really? You think you have what it takes to do this pose?

Samus: Yep.

Chun-Li: While lasting five or more minutes doing it?

Samus: .........Seems like a tall order. But I have what it takes.

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') If you say so. (Turns to Fox) At ease, Foxy. (Softly Lays Herself Down and Starts Getting Up From her Mat) Our break time starts now.

Fox: ('Sighs in Relief') Finally......(Lays Himself Down While Getting Up From His Mat Afterwards) I honestly thought it would never end....(Makes his Way to the Sofa and Sit Himself Down in an Exhausted like Manner)

Chun-Li: The mat is yours, 'hon. Wish you the best of luck.

Samus: Thanks. (Starts Stretching a Little) But I think I got this no problem. (Gives Chun-Li her Drink) You mind holding this for me?

Chun-Li: (Receives Samus' Drink and Holds it For Her) Not it all.

After a few more stretches, Samus begins to make her way to one of the workout mats and starts getting into a crouching position that resembles that of the Jack-O's pose. It..... wasn't long until she's having trouble maintaining her balance throughout the whole recent process.

Samus: S-See?..... Nothing to it.....Told you this was easy......

Fox: You sure you can do it for a couple minutes? You look like you're about to-

Samus: I'M NOT SLIPPING OFF!....(Chuckles Awkwardly While Trying her Hardest Not to Lose her Balance) I mean....That would silly....The challenge is like a catwalk, right? I got this under control.....(I hope......)

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') She's definitely slipping alright.....(Hands Samus' Drink to Fox) Could you hold this for me, Foxy?

Fox: Yeah, sure. (Takes the Drink From Chun-Li's Hands and Holds it For Her)

Chun-Li: (Bows to Fox a Little) Thank you. (Makes her Way to Samus)

Samus: (Already Starting to Lose Balance and Slipping) Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT-

Chun-Li: (Places her Hands onto Samus' Back and Arm in Time to Help Continue Maintaining her Balance) I gotcha, Sammy. Starting to get pretty challenging so far, doesn't it?

Samus: ('Sighs in Complete Relief') You don't know the half of it...... Thanks for the help, babe. How were you able to do this so easily?

Chun-Li: When you trained yourself to be more flexible for years to come, you tend have a bit of an easier time doing this sort of thing.

Samus: That makes sense. It's been a while since kept my flexibility in check.....or maybe I've gotten old.....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) You're not getting old, Sammy. Your body is just starting to get use to doing this sort of thing is all. And besides....(Smirks Playfully at her Girlfriend) I think you look wonderful in your current age~ (Gives Samus a Kiss on the Cheek)

Samus: (Smiles Softly While Blushing a Little) Thanks, babe. You too. (Starts Smirking Teasingly Again) Also, I totally noticed you checking out my ass earlier~

Chun-Li: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief While Blushing Bright Red) W-WHAT!? T-T-That's absurd! I would never do something like that!

Samus: (Smirk Grew a Little More Wider) You sure?~ Cause you did told me I was thick. Sooooo.....

Chun-Li: So nothing! I'm innocent!! (Turns to Fox) Tell her, Foxy!!

Fox: (Shrugs) I can't really help you on this one, teach. I was too busy spacing out the whole time. So.......(Slowly Starts Sipping on Samus' Smoothie)

Samus: (Immediately Glares at Fox) The fuck, dude!? That's my drink your sipping off of!

Fox: Well, excuse me for trying to cool off. I'm on break, remember?

Samus: Yeah. Doesn't mean you get to drink my smoothie!

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') Stop fighting already....(Turns to Fox) Foxy, could you please start getting your own smoothie before you upset Sammy even more than she should?

Fox: (Sighs in Defeat While Getting Himself Up From the Sofa) Yes, ma'am. You want one too?

Chun-Li: No thank you. Could you give a bottle of water instead?

Fox: Sure thing. (Makes his Way to the Kitchen)

Samus: ('Tch') Yeah. You better go in there and get your own smoothie, cake boy.

Fox: (Groans While Walking Faster) Shut up!

Samus: Make me! (Sticks her Tongue out at Fox)

Fox: (Gives Samus the Middle Finger While Not Even Looking at Her)

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') You guys really are like siblings, aren't you?

Samus: (Smiles Proudly) Yep. I wouldn't have it any other way.... I'm more mature than him by the way.

Chun-Li: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Sure you are.

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#super smash ultimate #chun li #samus aran #fox mccloud #jack o challenge #humor #cute romance #samus x chun li #fox and samus brotp

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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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Seventeen headcanon: Joshua as Nani and David’s son

from this svt as disney characters’ kids hc i did

a/n: i think there’s a second lilo & stitch or something like that but this isn’t based off of any of that since i haven’t seen it. but i think experiment 002 is in the series sooooo i guess it is kinda based off the series too

warnings: josh x female reader, hybrids, a small mention of death in the very beginning, mentions of bullying

So at first, Nani wanted Josh to be raised not knowing anything about aliens or experiments

It’s her first kid and she wanted him to be,,,,,”normal” for lack of a better word

But of course, that was very difficult, and Joshua ended up knowing about aliens around the time he was 2 or 3

David’s honestly impressed they even got that far tbh

“That’s all still a part of him,” David explained. “The aliens and the weird stuff, that’s just how his family is. We can’t keep him away from it.”

He even got his own experiment as a “pet” when he was about 5 or 6

Mrs. Hasagawa had passed away, and the experiments that she thought were ‘cats’ needed a home

Josh picked out experiment 002 aka Doubledip

He was a cute and essentially harmless (other than the fact that Joshua grew up basically sharing every single food he ate with Doubledip like ice cream and lollipops and stuff)

Josh nicknamed him DD and Double D, and they’ve been together ever since

As a kid, Joshua was super close with Lilo, Stitch, Jumba, and Pleakley

He absolutely adored all of them and always wanted to go hang out with them despite Nani being lowkey upset about it

“It’s fine, they’ll keep him safe,” David would always remind her. “They’re ohana after all.”

However, there reached a point where Joshua got bullied kind of like Lilo did

His norm wasn’t necessarily the norm for everyone else

No one else believed in aliens or experiments

No one else had the same thoughts and ideas that Joshua did

No one else was interested in the same things Joshua was

He knew he had to say DD was his dog, but he didn’t think that he would have to be a completely different person just to fit in

But that’s what he did

Instead of focusing on aliens and experiments, he focused on surfing

Thankfully, he was raised learning how to surf, but now that was his #1 interest

He stopped visiting his aunt and Stitch as often

The only real connection to his ‘weird’ side was DD because how could he just give up his childhood best friend?

Well, other than Seokmin

Seokmin was always the only person who ever knew what Joshua was truly like, and he even tried to stop Josh from changing himself to fit in

“I can literally grow a tail!” Seokmin pointed out. “I talk to a dolphin on a daily basis! I’m the king of weird, and I’m still a prince!”

“Yeah, but that’s normal in your kingdom,” Joshua pouted as he sat out in the ocean on his surfboard, talking with Seokmin. “Here, it’s not. Normal isn’t experiments and aliens and spaceships.”

So despite his best efforts, Joshua just became as average as possible, which he would have to see when they hung out on the beach and went for walks together

But in the ocean, Josh could say and do whatever he wanted without being judged

Like feeding Pudge the fish’s offspring

So since becoming less weird since he was a kid, Joshua got more friends, including the girl who worked at the froyo place he often hung out with Seokmin at

And pretty much everyone calls him Shua

Her name was Mali and she feared the ocean despite living a five minute walk away

He usually spends most of his time there so that’s how they met

He’s basically just a regular

And it’s at that froyo shop that Joshua’s life starts to change

“So y’know Seungcheol?” Seokmin asks

“Not really,” Joshua shrugs. “I just know you talk about him and he’s a prince of some other kingdom.”

“Right, well he’s having a birthday party this weekend, and I can bring a plus one. Since I don’t have a princess or anything to bring, I wanted to bring you.”

“Really? Why not like, one of those girls lined up to date you or whatever? What are they called?”

Joshua obviously isn’t royalty so he doesn’t know much about these things

But it’s fine because Seokmin doesn’t know anything about experiments or surfing either

“I don’t want to bring a date, I want to bring my best friend!”

“I thought your best friend was Kipper.”

“I can’t bring a dolphin on land, barnacle head.”

Cue Josh flinging his damp towel at Seokmin’s head and going, “Not cool, bro.”

And Mali sighing behind the counter about how, “We really need a sign that requires you to wear a shirt in here.”

So skip to Seungcheol’s party

Admittedly, Joshua is pretty nervous

He keeps trying on different clothes but all he really owns are shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, flip flops/sandals, and sneakers

He’s a surfer dude okay, he doesn’t really need to dress up for anything

“DD, does this look okay?”

DD simply ignores him and continues to lick the bowl of candy Josh keeps for him

David and Nani have to help him find something decent to wear

Although David insists he should wear something super fancy since Seungcheol is royalty

“So...is he a lion then, or...?” he keeps asking

And then Joshua has to explain for the hundredth time that he’s kind of a lion-human hybrid thanks to magic stuff and yadda yadda yadda

Tbh, Josh doesn’t even get it

Seokmin finally picks him up, and they go to Seungcheol’s kingdom for the party

With David still asking questions even after they leave because he doesn’t understand this magic concept

And yet he understands aliens

Sort of

Josh is used to acting normal to fit in, but now he’s trying to act Extra Normal TM

But god he’s so curious because he’s never really been outside of Hawaii so he can’t help but just look around in wonder at all the sights and the people

And then Seokmin asked, “Do you wanna meet Seungcheol?”

“Like...the prince?” Joshua stammered

“You do remember that I’m a prince too, right?”

“Yeah, but-- DD!”

Joshua suddenly spotted his experiment trying to eat the cupcakes

He didn’t even know DD went with him, but he assumes the little experiment hopped into his backpack before he left

“So much for acting normal...” Seokmin mumbled under his breath before running over to help Josh with his little problem

Now, 002 wouldn’t be an issue, but his name is Doubledip

Essentially, all he’s going to do is lick all of the food before putting it back

If you couldn’t tell, that’s disgusting

So DD is loose at the party of a royal, and it would be all Joshua’s fault that the food is ruined

So the urgency to collect DD and get him back into Joshua’s backpack is very, very valid

Well, and the fact that Joshua wants to come across as normal as possible

Thankfully, DD only licked 5 cupcakes and 3 mini hot dogs wrapped in croissants before Joshua managed to stuff him back into his backpack and handed him a bowl of pretzels to keep him occupied

And it was as Joshua was zipping his backpack up that he accidentally bumped into you

You lived in Seungcheol’s kingdom, but you were one of the people who actually quite liked him

Since Seungcheol is Kovu’s son and Kovu was considered bad before, there’s some controversy over him but that’s another story for another time

You wanted a drink and he accidentally backed up into you

You spilled your drink a little but at least it didn’t get on your clothes

You both spun around and began apologizing even though you didn’t really do anything so you weren’t sure why you were apologizing

“I-I can get you a new drink!” he stammered

“It’s really fine,” you assured him with a polite smile.

But you’d never really seen either of them around, and you figured you should mingle a little since you were here, right?

“You guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you asked.

The one behind him stepped forward and smiled brightly, “Nope! I’m Prince Seokmin, the son of King Eric and Queen Ariel.”

“Oh! It’s an honor to meet you!” you bowed to him before looking expectantly at the one who’d bumped into you.

“That’s just Shua,” Seokmin shrugged. “He’s from Hawaii.”

But y’know what, just Shua from Hawaii was kinda cute

And he thought the same

Plus, you just seemed normal and that’s what he wanted

You were just wearing some jeans, a nice shirt, a cardigan, and a beanie

Compared to all the royalty and important people here, you were like a breath of fresh air

“Hey, Seokmin!” a new voice called

And Prince Seungcheol strolled over and grinned at the other prince he called his friend

“Oh, I see you’ve brought a friend -- and you met _____!”

Seokmin introduced the two and then the four of you continued to make some small talk

You were just thankful that Seungcheol didn’t say or do anything to blow your cover

He eventually walked away to greet other guests, leaving the three of you alone again

But you continued to talk

Seokmin kinda took the hint that he was a bit of a third wheel at this point and left to find someone else to talk to

He’s a prince and he knows other princes so it’s fine

He mumbled something about wishing someone named Wonwoo was there but you didn’t pay any attention to it

You talked about where he was from, what he did for fun, what his family was like and stuff

He may have slightly bullshitted and/or left out some things but it’s fine

You also talked about you and what you did and your family

You may have also slightly bullshitted and/or left things out but again, it’s fine

Eventually, Joshua asked if you wanted to dance since you’d been standing at the snack table just talking this whole time

And since Seokmin was a great wingman and took the bag with DD in it, he was safe to do whatever

So you agreed and the two of you danced and talked all night

And you were so worried when the party was over that you wouldn’t see him again

But he asked if there was any way he could see you again and your heart fluttered

And you said you were sure you could make that happen

You had to figure out what surfing was, anyway

But after that was all over and you went home and the butterflies had died down just enough for you to think about something other than your growing crush on Joshua from Hawaii

You remembered that you weren’t exactly who or what he thought you were

And now you had to keep that hidden from him

And you weren’t sure how long you could do that

And when Joshua was on the way home with Seokmin, who was happily talking all about how he got to see Hansol again and he finally got to meet Hyunggu and everything

DD popped out of the backpack with his bowl of now salt-less pretzels

And Joshua remembered that you didn’t know what he was really like

Or his family

And now he’d have to keep that a secret from you, too

So fast forward to the next weekend, and you were planning to visit him

Joshua was doing his absolute best to like, hide everything

Make sure Lilo, Stitch, and any of the others won’t be around

Make sure his cousin won’t be hanging around

Make sure DD is at Lilo’s

Meanwhile, you had to make sure you looked normal before you left

Which was basically just wearing normal bottoms and wearing a hat

So when you arrived in Hawaii, Joshua was there to eagerly greet you

Though he didn’t really seem it on the outside

He’s the stereotypical surfer dude so he’s just very chill overall

He basically had the whole weekend planned out

Most of it consisted of teaching you how to surf

“I actually hate the water,” you admitted as he walked with you down the beach toward the water

He chuckled, “Well, then you’ll hate surfing. It’s in the water”

So instead of surfing, he compromised and made sand castles with you on the beach

He said something about wanting to show you the joys of fresh coconut milk so you offered to climb up and get one

“Nah, it’s cool,” he chuckled. “It’s high up anyway.”

“I’m a great climber!” you reassured him

And then you climbed up a tree and got him a coconut

But then he had to open it himself which was a whole struggle by itself

And then he brought you to his favorite place to go after surfing: the froyo shop

“Make a new friend, Shua?” Mali smirked

“Be nice. This is _____, she’s from Seungcheol’s kingdom. You know him, right?”

“Kovu and Kiara’s kid, right?”

You noticed that Mali joked around with Joshua a lot, but it was very lighthearted

You liked her

He had to work that night but he invited you because he worked as a fire torch performer (dude fuck if i know the correct term) at a restaurant

Which also meant you got to meet his parents, David and Nani

“So you’re the girl he’s been talking about so much,” David grinned as he went to shake your hand

And then Nani gently whacked him in the shoulder and reminded him, “You weren’t supposed to mention that,” in a hushed tone

Which you heard

David only shrugged and gestured to you, “Well she’s blushing, isn’t she?”

Overall, you thought his parents were great

Though, they did seem a little strange

Then again, who were you to judge?

David would start to say something only for Nani to quickly cut him off

You decided to not think much of it

You did have to admit, watching Josh twirl fire around without burning anything or himself was impressive

Why did he have to seem so perfect?

Afterwards, he joined you guys for dinner

Nobody let the alien thing slip, so overall, he thought it went pretty good

He was really sad to see you go but you promised you’d come back again soon

And you did

The two of you actually saw each other a lot

And feelings on both sides only continued to grow

He did finally have to introduce you to Lilo and Stitch and DD, though

He knew he couldn’t keep them hidden forever, and besides, everyone still fell for the dog thing when it came to the two experiments

Well, Doubledip was originally supposed to be a ‘cat’ but whatever

And Josh just made Lilo swear to not talk about aliens or mention anything weird

“I really like this girl,” he explained to her, “so don’t mess it up”

“You know, I’m fantastic with girls!” Pleakley chimed in

Joshua quickly shook his head, “You and Jumba aren’t invited”

So eventually, you had met all of Joshua’s family

Well, he called it ohana and explained what it meant, and you thought it was really cute

He was happy to find that you did buy the dog story, and you really liked DD and you got along with Stitch

Tbh he was most worried about Stitch

DD gets along with pretty much anyone, but Stitch isn’t so easy

Things were going super well, so he was ready to ask you to actually be his girlfriend

He brought you on a nice picnic on the beach where the two of you first hung out

And he had everything laid out and the two of you were starting to eat, and he was going to ask

But then he heard his name being shouted from down the beach

Lilo was out and about with her daughter and Stitch

And Stitch was very excited to see you

He bolted down the beach toward you and jumped on you, knocking you back onto the blanket

And also knocking your hat off your head

Out popped your fuzzy white round ears

Stitch pulled back and looked at you, head cocked to one side

Joshua just froze and stared at you

Because you weren’t technically human

You were from Seungcheol’s kingdom, so you were an animal that used magic to stay human

That magic turned you into a human/animal hybrid, just like Seungcheol

But instead of being a lion, you were a lemur

It was why you wore hats to hide your ears and jeans and skirts to hide your tail

It was why you didn’t like water

It was why you could climb trees so well

You weren’t normal

And now Joshua knew that

“I-I gotta go,” you quickly stuttered out, grabbing your hat and scrambling to get up

“_____--”

You shook your head, jamming your hat back on your head to conceal your ears, “Save it, I already know what it is.”

“B-but you’re-- What are you...?”

“I’m a lemur, alright?” you huffed, tears pricking your eyes because you knew Joshua was not going to want anything to do with you

Even though you were a human and could stay human, you couldn’t get rid what you really were

It was weird, and people didn’t like weird

“You don’t have to say anything about it,” you continued as you tried your best to keep from crying, “because I already know you’re going to say I’m weird and you won’t want anything to do with me. So I’ll go and I won’t bother you again. And...I’m sorry for not telling you.”

And then you ran up the beach, not looking back once

Joshua sighed and dropped his head, closing his eyes as he rubbed over his face with his hands

Stitch just looked up at him and said, “Oops...”

Heartbroken, Joshua walked back home alone

Nani and David knew what he was planning, so they were so excited for him to get home

But seeing him with a frown as he threw the half-empty picnic basket on the counter before going to his bedroom without a word, they knew something was wrong

“I’ll take this one,” David told her before going to Joshua’s room

David knocked softly before entering to find his son face down on his bed

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he mumbled into his pillow

“Did...she say no?”

“I didn’t even get to ask, dad,” he sighed, lifting his head to look at David

“Did something come up?”

“Stitch tackled her and knocked her hat off and she...”

How was Joshua supposed to explain this?

He could deal with aliens and experiments, but human animals were something he hadn’t dealt with before

Would his dad even believe him?

“What? She got a weird haircut or something?” David chuckled

“She had fuzzy animal ears,” Joshua finally told him straight-out. “She’s an animal that’s human by magic.”

“Ah, right. That stuff you explained before. Y’know, Nani had to tell me how that worked like, seven times before I really got it.”

Joshua just let out a groan and dropped his head back in his pillow again

David sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, “Who are you to judge? You keep an experiment as a pet -- and worse, it licks everything you eat.”

Joshua pushed himself to sit up and sat beside his dad, “That’s not it, dad. I still like her, it’s just--”

“I thought you wanted a ‘normal’ girl, though?”

He just shrugged, “I like her. But she ran away before I could tell her. Besides, I’m way weirder...”

“Then if you like her for being a little different, why can’t you be okay with yourself being different?”

“A little?”

“Do you think being an animal is only a little different?”

And it’s that talk that caused Joshua to go after you

He packed up the photo of his ohana that he kept on his nightstand

And he packed DD

And he left for Seungcheol’s kingdom

You were obviously just as upset, if not more, back home

The silver lining was that you could wear your usual pants which had a hole cut in them for your tail to comfortably stick out

You wanted to spend the next day just sulking

But you ended up being called to Seungcheol, claiming there was someone who needed to talk to you

Joshua got Seokmin to bring him to Seungcheol’s because he realized he had no idea how he’d find you

And walking into Seungcheol’s throne room, Joshua was the last person you expected to see

“Sh-Shua? But...w-what are you--”

“I like you,” he blurted before you could finish what you were saying. “I like you with your ears and your tail because you’re still you. But before you say anything, just... These are things you should know about me, too.”

He opened his bag, and out popped DD

“Double D isn’t my dog. He’s an alien experiment from outer space, and the only thing he knows how to do is double dip foods, and lick things before putting them back. He’s stupid, and I love him”

Then he pulled out a framed picture and handed it to you

You looked it over and saw it was Joshua, Nani, David, Lilo, Lilo’s two kids, Stitch, DD, and some...things you didn’t recognize

“That’s my whole ohana. It’s not just the people I let you meet.��

He told you all about the aliens included in the photo, and you listened, glancing between the picture and him

And when he was done, you just stared at him because honestly, you didn’t suspect him to be anything but normal

But for some reason, maybe because he could relate to you, you liked him even more

Neither of you were considered ‘normal’ so didn’t that make you an even better match?

“I just...wanted you to know that before you decided to never speak to me again,” Joshua concluded

You weren’t sure what to say even though you knew exactly what you wanted to say

You just didn’t really know how to say it

“This is the part you tell him you still like him, too,” Seungcheol whispered in your ear

While Seokmin was Joshua’s wingman, apparently Seungcheol became yours

“I like you, too,” you told him with a sheepish smile, feeling your cheeks heat up

Joshua’s grin matched the brightness of the sun

“So...you wanna go out sometime?” Joshua asked

To which Seokmin whispered, “You’ve already done that before. Just ask her to be your girlfriend, kelp-for-brains”

So he does

And you accept

The next time you visit, you properly meet his ohana

Jumba and Pleakley definitely take a little getting used to but you do think they’re pretty amusing with the way they bicker

“They’re like an old married couple!”

“Don’t say that in front of Jumba, though”

You visit him all the time

So often that sometimes you just spend weeks there at a time

You eventually work your way up to being able to sit on Joshua’s board while he surfs

He makes sure to only go on baby waves so that way you don’t fall over or get wet

You befriend Mali at the froyo shop, and despite roasting Joshua sometimes, she always says how cute the two of you are

And the two of you live happily ever after

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #403

“ashes to ashes, watch me disappear”

If given the opportunity, would you like to star in a musical? Definitely not. I don't like musicals. Name one person you’d take a bullet for: There's honestly a lot, but Mom immediately came to mind. Any posters of a band on your bedroom wall? Yeah: Metallica and Marilyn Manson currently. I want lots more, especially an Ozzy one. Do you think you’ve already met your soulmate? I don't believe in soulmates. Do you share your bedroom with anyone? No, unless you include my cat and snake. Is your favorite color yellow? No, it's actually one of my least favorites. Were you born in a hospital? I was. Do you know the name of the person that delivered you? No, but Mom does. I think he delivered me and my two sisters, and I know Mom has seen him since for other reasons. Was your birth recorded? God no. Good call, Mom. Did you eat a peach this week? Would you believe me if I told you I had a small bit of peach pie for my sister's birthday? For some reason, I just really wanted to try some. It was okay, but the aftertaste sucked. Are you leaving the house tomorrow? Yes, for TMS therapy. Every weekday. Do you enjoy romantic movies, even when they’re cliche? I honestly do. If you could get free vocal lessons would you take them? Probably not. I don't like singing in front of anyone, and it's not like I wanna get anywhere with my singing, so. Is your mother diabetic? She is. Are you? No. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. What is your main responsibility each day? Be sure to take my medications. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. There are rare mornings where I forget, but I almost always remember. I don't fw skipping out on meds that keep my mental health stable. When was the last time you used spray paint? Good question. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Yep. Who is the friendliest person you know? My mom, probably. Something that annoys you about summer: THE HEAT. THE HUMIDITY. UGH. Something that annoys you about winter: Hm. That's hard to say, given I love winter. I guess the fact it doesn't snow enough here. Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side-by-side. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. Have you ever cried in a movie theater? Not sobbed or anything, but I've definitely teared up and gotten the sniffles because of multiple movies. Do you read comic books? No. Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? No. Have you ever seriously pretended to be clinically insane? I didn't need to pretend; I'm pretty damn sure I was for a while. Might I add that it's EXTREMELY inconsiderate to pretend you're insane, btw. Insanity is not "cool." It's not "funny." It's not "edgy." It's a serious, confusing, heart-wrenching issue that can ruin lives. Do you know anyone with a stutter? Yes, myself included when I'm even mildly nervous. And sometimes just randomly. With a lisp? I don't believe so. What was the last board game you played? The Disney version of "Pretty Pretty Princess" w/ my niece and even my nephew, even though his sexist-ass dad didn't want him to. Like let your kid have some fun with his sister and aunt, goddamn. They had a blast. It was Aubree's birthday present from me, so I am SO glad she loved it. Did you win? Ha ha, no, I always let Aubree or Ryder win. I came super close once, but I let the kids bend the rules a bit. They don't like losing, and even though they definitely need to understand that just happens and is totally fine for it to, I wasn't about to be the one to make them sad about it. When was the last time you tried to speak with an accent? OH MY LAAAAAWWWWWWD. Also at Aubree's b-day party, at one point, I spoke in a snobbish British accent while I was winning at the aforementioned game. Ryder asked, "Why are you speaking Spanish?", and I fuckin DIED. Have you ever made up a word before? Yeah, I know at least a few instances for fantasy animals in writing. When was the last time you went to a museum? A couple summers ago when my brother and his son visited, we went to a science museum. My nephew was sooooo into it. Do you have a nice yard? If so, do you spend a lot of time outside in it? If not, where do you go when you want to relax outdoors on nice days? Our front and back yards are both small and honestly very boring. The grass is a pretty green, but that's the only nice thing about it. I don't go to sit outside here on any day. Do your parents enjoy any of the things that you enjoy? Do you bond over these things? My parents and I have very similar music tastes, so there's that. I also didn't know for the longest time that Mom likes to write, which I sure as hell do, too! She doesn't really write anymore though, and she's self-conscious of it anyway, like I am. She and I also love a lot of the same shows. What is the movie that you have waited the longest for/which film do you remember anticipating the most/are still anticipating? I think The Incredibles 2. I aaaalways wanted to know what happened after the end of the first film. Do you have any ideas for a story or movie you’re planning to write or you’d write if you had the time/had the talent? Please share a synopsis! I genuinely think some RP I've written is series-worthy, but I don't feel like re-writing the YEARS of RP into a book format, and I sincerely worry that the ridiculously dark parts could inspire people like serial killers and cause A LOT of controversy, crime-blaming, and just general hate. I don't want to be involved in that. What is something that an interested guy/girl could comment about you, that would make you instantly open to them (e.g., “That book you’re reading is from my favorite author”)? Compliment my Markiplier tattoo, obviously knowing it's a tribute to him, and we're essentially besties. Is there a person in your life (maybe barely) that you feel in constant competition with (even just in your imagination)? Maybe you feel they are consistently outshining you? Ugh... there's a local photographer that's much more successful than I am that I admittedly am very envious of. I swear to whatever god you may believe in that I mean it from a modest perspective, I really, really do, but I genuinely think my skills surpasses hers, and she's only more prevalent because photography REALLY is about who you know. She's talented, yes, but like... come on. If you are single, even if you are normally happily single, are there certain specific things you witness that make you wish you were in a relationship (e.g., people getting engaged)? I mean yeah. I miss cuddling, holding hands, kissing, just being cute together, and especially people getting engaged or having kids. It's such a trigger to me. Once upon a time, that's all I wanted with Jason. I wanted to be that beautiful couple that got married and had two or three loved-beyond-words children, but then he left so abruptly, and I feel like it was so brutally robbed from me. I don't want kids anymore like at all, but the point still stands that I felt like my dreams were just ripped away. Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? I use "Ozzkat" just about everywhere. Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. There have been a couple days or so where I was totally glued to looking up various tattoo designs, bingeing let's plays or conspiracy theory videos, etc. etc. If you ever think about getting married, what are some aspects of the wedding that you would like to see in a non-traditional manner (e.g., a different color dress or “partners” over “husband” and “wife”)? I WILL NOT get married in a church, first of all. I'm also not having the traditional vows, and I probably won't wear a white dress, but instead black. Salt & vinegar, barbecue, sour cream & onion, or cheddar? Ohhhh, I like all those options but barbecue. I think I've gotta go with sour cream & onion, though. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? A D O R A B L E ! ! ! I think they're ordinarily geeky, but I mean, geeky is cute in my world. :^) Do you believe in demonic possession? How about ghosts? Angels? Angels, no. Spirits/ghosts, 100%. I don't exactly believe in demons, per se, but I do question if evil spirits can possess someone. What is one romantic movie that you enjoy enough to watch more than once? I've seen The Notebook numerous times. Name three countries you want to visit; why those three? South Africa to interact with meerkats at the KMP, somewhere up in Canada to see the Northern Lights, and Germany just because, really. I took German for four semesters, and the culture and all just interests me. Do you have a good luck charm? No, considering I don't believe they do jack. Do you use Skype to talk to your friends? Only Sara. Now that I have Discord semi-figured out now though, we'll probably use that for voice chatting. Are you allergic to any animals? I might be allergic to dogs. Do you usually spend your weekends out, or at home? I'm like... always at home. Do you think it’s wrong for people to say "retard/retarded" as an insult? Absofuckinglutely. Don't pull that shit when I'm around. Have you ever had to go to the police department? No. Have you ever lived through a hurricane? Plenty. Have you ever had a home-grown tomato? Yes, from my old friend's garden. We'd have delicious tomato, mayo, and bacon sandwiches. The only instance where I've enjoyed tomatoes. Have you ever held a real gun? The former friend I mentioned just before, her husband always carried a gun, and he just needed me to hold it for a sec for some reason I don't recall. I hated the feeling. Would you rather wear Converse or Vans? I like both, but I think I prefer Converse. Have you ever been called bipolar? Yes, because I clinically am. Have you ever made fun of a handicapped person? FUCK no. And like the "retarded" thing, don't you fucking DARE to do this in front of me. I WILL deck the shit out of you. Do you think it’s okay to have sex before marriage? Sure, as long as you're being safe and are very thorough in communication. Do you like to watch old sitcoms? I don't really watch TV as I say in like every survey it seems, but I do enjoy some old sitcoms I grew up watching with my mom, like The Nanny, The Golden Girls, The Munsters, etc. If asked, could you run a mile nonstop right now? Being completely serious, I don't even know if I CAN physically run right now. My legs are so incredibly weak, and I'm humiliatingly close to what my heaviest weight was back in 2016, so I can almost guarantee my knees would crumple if I tried. Do you wear those rubber wristbands? I used to. I don't really like bracelets nowadays. If a necklace/ring gives you green marks, do you still wear it? Nope. Have you ever driven an electric car? No. When was the last time you saw someone you went to high school with? Uhhhh idk. What breed was the last dog you saw? A fucking GOLIATH of a lab. I shit you not when I say my sister's roommate's dog Hudson is the size of a goddamn bear. How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): I wanna say they were together at the very least 20 years. What has been your most epic cooking failure? I once accidentally put something (I don't remember what) in the microwave for around 45 minutes I believe, and I walked away and completely forgot about it. I remembered a long while later, and safe to say, it wasn't edible, whatever it was, lmao. Have you ever been to Mexico? No. Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder? No, but that'd be cool. Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively? No. How long has it been since your last breakup? Somewhere around two years ago? My memory is so garbage nowadays. Can you concentrate well while listening to music, or do you find it distracting? It's distracting, usually. What’s something you’ve been struggling with lately? I've been pretty bad about drinking too much soda lately. :/

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''under the graveyard'' by ozzy osbourne

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snowycrocus · 5 years ago

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Frozen Fanfiction “Such a Cost” Ch.7

Elsa Sacrifices her Magic to Save Anna

Start with these first: part one part two part three part four part five part six

Finished this a lot earlier than anticipated! Sooo excited to hear what you think...now the plot thickens (though maybe it was already pretty thick) and I do believe that you may see where this is leading now...let me know!

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Did it hurt, she wondered?

Her slender fingers burn with the biting cold but she forces them back into the ground to mold themselves around yet another snowball.

It hurt when her powers were ripped from her. She told Anna she doesn't remember, but she only said that because it sounds better than "it felt like my soul was being torn out through my skin."

She cups her hands to pack the small flakes together into a recognizable shape. But the snow isn't the right consistency, and it flakes off the sides, so she digs her hands in again.

Did Olaf feel it when she gave up her magic? Did he feel his snowy soul torn out of his snowy body? Or was it more of a numb disintegration?

No gloves. She doesn't need them, she tells herself, even after the stinging and burning goes away to be replaced by a frozen numbness. She tries to flex and bend them and it's hard. It hurts.

And Marshmallow had been so big, she remembers fondly. Did he fall from that height into pieces, she wonders, falling to the snow-covered ground with earth-shattering thumps?

She painfully forces her fingers to curl and scoops yet another crumbly snowball. The pain is gone now, replaced by deathlike numbness. The cold can't hurt her now. Just like before.

Before....

She places the most recent snowball on top of the other two bigger ones. They're lopsided, uneven. Pieces that didn't stick properly slide down. She looks around for some sticks for arms but can't find any.

She settles on some black pebbles she finds.

At least he's got eyes, she thinks, walking away and cradling her stiff, dripping, numb hands.

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Apparently it was a bad idea to pour hot water over her freezing hands.

But they had been so cold, so stiff, and hot is good against cold, right?

But maybe it was too much, the near-boiling water droplets still steaming off her now-thawed hands, because her skin has turned red and raw and the numbing coldness has been replaced by a terrible burning sensation.

She feels like she'll never get the hang of having to regulate her own body temperature.

Once she has the use of her fingers once more, she proceeds with the task of containing her long, chestnut locks into a bun.

She misses her braid. She tried it, once, after the change. But it wasn't her anymore. That braid was for Elsa, the Snow Queen.

Besides, she can't freeze her bangs back anymore, and it's a daily struggle to secure them so they don't hang in her eyes.

She should just cut them, she knows, but she cannot bear the thought and embarrassment of asking someone to cut one of her old key features.

So a work-like bun it must be. She painstakingly twists her hair until it's just the right shape and size at the nape of her neck, taking care to secure it properly with a handful of scalp-piercing pins so her bangs don't get in the way.

There. Done. She sighs at her reflection in the mirror. She looks like she did in the Before, when her powers hadn't yet been revealed. Hopeless.

And tired. There are dark bags under her eyes that won't be hidden by makeup no matter how much she tries. It reminds her of mother, after... everything happened with her as a child. The deep, haunted look and sad exhaustion she carried with her. It was from the consequences of her powers that her mother wore that look.

Her mother died searching for answers for her.

Maybe, Elsa thinks, reaching for one more pin for a flyaway piece of hair, it's not the searching that will kill her, but the answer she chose.

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Alliances remain stable.

She blinks at the report from one of her spies once more and releases a breath she hadn't known she was holding. With her powers gone and Arendelle now reliant on their tiny and yet-untested military, she and her advisors had been most concerned about the possibility of attack.

In the Before, when she had had her powers, she had never truly considered her ability to protect her country. Now, with them gone, she realizes just what a wild card she had held in her very hands.

But that card had been played; forfeited to the bottom of the pile to never be drawn again.

But so far, things were looking consistent. She trusted her spies and the news they sent. She wished she could use her spies everywhere; send them places and let them visit and talk to people in her place so that she never had to leave the safe space of her bedroom and office once more.

She couldn't believe she would think that - she never wanted to be confined to such small quarters after having lived such a restricted life as a child and young woman.

But now, the desire to stay hidden wasn't due to the need to hide her magic - it was the need to escape the constant scrutiny and reminders of what she had lost.

Her council didn't seem to hold her in high regard anymore. They had begun to talk over her in meetings, wouldn't heed her opinions. It seemed that as a woman, she had only been respected before due to the danger and threat of her magic.

All her staff and guards would still stare. She couldn't escape their gazes, the mixed looks of sympathy and curiosity.

Outside the castle was the worst. Some would stare, others would point, and perhaps worst of all was that most didn't even recognize her. She never wanted the fame, didn't like being looked at or bowed to obsequiously all the time. But it made her physical changes all the more obvious when people ignored her in the streets or even bumped into her, oblivious to the guards around her or her high-class attire.

If she didn't feel like herself, and didn't look like herself...who was she? She didn't know anymore.

She threw herself into her work to distract herself at all costs. Work made her feel like nothing had ever changed, and she could simply immerse herself in numbers and treaties and contracts.

But what she hadn't realized was that containing her powerful, unruly magic had taken up a great deal of her mental strain. Keeping her powers controlled had occupied her. Now that that need was gone, that part of her mind roamed freely, flitting instead between what she had lost and guilt over feeling like she had lost something when she had in fact gained back her sister.

She shook her head to attempt to clear her swarming thoughts of despair and dipped her pen into the inkwell. She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she wrote her thanks to her spy with instructions to continue his espionage.

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"They're gone?"

"Completely."

"Are you sure?"

"I am." He nods curtly, his thin lips broadening into a sly smile.

"So she's normal? Not a threat?"

He raises one eyebrow. "Normal? No, never has been, you know what I've said on that matter. In terms of a threat? No, there is none." He meets the other's gaze and taps the table with a single finger to emphasize each word. "Powerless. Defenseless. Vulnerable."

The other man rises, drawing a pin from a small box on his desk and sticks it triumphantly into a spot on the military map.

Arendelle.

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Alright, so someone tell me you see where this is going now. 😂 Thank you all sooooo much for reading. I love you all and love to hear what you think. Also, I miiiiight be able to have the next chapter up in a week or two.

Tagging readers of previous chapters:

@everrealmdweller @wintermoonqueen @justlookatthosesausages @above-d-clouds @humster-inside @lelitachay @maregnbue @superstarfishy97 @ellacarter13 @wintermoonqueen @ilongtogointotheunknown @welovefrozenfanfiction @egoeas @frozenlover2005 @the-sky-is-awake @arendelve @habibi18 @etienna @aqueenthatisfrozen @frozen-heart101 @melody-fox @frozenartscapes @butimaloneandfree @wandering-bard-from-the-id

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gideongrace · 5 years ago

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Hi friend!!! 💖💗 Here is my formal request for the Song Prompt (which is so exciting and fun and genius) for #15 👀😍🥳☺️😋 Your writing is lovely and you're lovely and just thank you for all that you do!!

//Ahhh, thank you! You’re super lovely too and I’m so glad that you’re my friend! Also, sooooo this isn’t at all what we talked about but I think it’s sorta perfect for this song? //

There’s someone kicking at his foot and Billy looks up from his spot curled up into himself in his chair to see if it’s Eleven, but instead finds Henderson staring at him.

Billy wants to say something mean, something sharp and biting but instead he just puts his head back behind his knees. He’s too tired for this. He can’t deal and Henderson can leave or he can stay but Billy is too tired to care right now.

But for some reason, Henderson chooses to stay, hopping up on the chair next to Billy and putting a hand on his knee that Billy wants to bite off but again, he’s too tired so he just… sorta leaves it there.

“So…” Henderson says dryly, “Steve’s in his room, bawling his eyes out, good job there.” The words have nowhere near as much bite as they should and Henderson still has his hand on Billy’s knee like he’s comforting him, like that’s something Billy deserves right now. Or ever.

There’s something deeply wrong with Henderson.

“What happened?“

Billy presses his face further into his knees and doesn’t say anything so again, Henderson asks, “What happened?” more forcefully this time.

“Just,” Billy breathes out. “Don’t ask me, alright?” It’s hard enough on a normal day to keep the nastiness inside of him from spilling out, like it takes most of his effort on a good day, it really does and today he’s literally having to hold himself together to keep it all inside so he really, really cannot deal with this right now, like he’s really gonna fucking lose it any second and he cannot deal.

“Well, Steve can’t tell me, so you’re going to have to,” Dustin says and this time the words have some bite to them and it’s a bite that comes with a hard squeeze by the hand on Billy’s knee that’s just gone from comforting to commanding.

“Fuck off, Henderson,” Billy says.

“No,” Henderson says, fierce, and if there’s anything Billy truly regrets in this life, it’s the day Henderson grew a backbone.

Still, even as exhausted as he is and as tired as he is, he can’t just bow out of a fight, can’t just turn tail and run. “Fuck off, Henderson,” he says again. He drops his his feet to the floor but Henderson’s hand stays on his knee. He looks over at the kid and parts his lips just enough to show his teeth and not to smile.

Henderson doesn’t take the bait, though, just keeps that hand on Billy’s knee, steady as anything and says, “Billy, please,” and Billy wants to scream at him, he wants to yell at this dumb kid that somewhere along the line became his friend, but then he looks down at Dustin’s hand on his knee and he’s sunk.

“Fine!” Billy snaps. He takes a deep breath and works on pushing back the fire that’s still burning in his throat, the fire that’s been burning him alive ever since he ran out of Steve’s room. “I told Steve I loved him."

"Okay… and?” Dustin says, like he’s confused, like he’s missing something, which he is. He squeezes Billy’s knee like it’s the trap door, secret trick way to force Billy into making sense.

“And then I ran away,” Billy says.

The temperature in the room feels like it drops a couple of degrees as Dustin spins to look at him head on, dorky hat almost flying off his head as he says, “You did what?"

"I-” Billy starts but Dustin cuts him off.

“No, I heard you,” Dustin says, shouting. If the kid had a face or a voice capable of sneering or snarling, he’d probably be doing both right now, but he’s long since learned from his mistakes and just goes with what he’s best at - loud, pitchy shouting. “What I meant was, why?”

Billy shrugs. “It’s complicated.” He drags his knees back up to his chest and buries his face against them so all he can see is blue. Again, Dustin’s hand remains on his knee, unmoving and unmoveable.

“Okay, well, then - you -” Dustin splutters, quickly running out of steam. He’s developed more of a spine in the past year or so, it’s true, but it’s also still a new thing and it doesn’t always last for all that long. “Just…” Dustin lets out a sharp hiss of breath and this time his hand drops away from Billy.

“Go talk to him or I’m dragging El over from where she’s sitting in the cafeteria with Max and I’ll get her to give you the sad eyes until you do it,” he says. Billy peeks over at him, sees his ridiculous, forced, sunshine bright grin and wants to just hide his face behind his knees for the next thousand years, until they’re all dusty, decayed, skinless, meatless corpses.

He sneaks another look a second later and realizes it probably wouldn’t help anyway, even as a dusty (ha!), decayed, skinless, meatless corpse Henderson’s default state would probably still somehow include that stupid grin, forced or otherwise.

No, he’s going to have to deal with this.

“No need to sic El on me, Henderson,” Billy says, hands flying out from his legs and body unfurling. “I’ll go."

He gets to his feet and Dustin’s still giving him that ridiculous, forced smile so Billy rolls his eyes and says, "You can cut it with the look, it’s pathetic, man.”

Dustin merely arches an eyebrow at the insult and points a hand towards Steve’s room. “Go already,” he says, tone not quite sharp enough to cut but definitely sharp enough to poke and to hurt.

“I’m going, I’m going.” Billy turns to face down the hall that’ll lead him to Steve’s room and in that instant he can’t help but feel a little like a man walking to the gallows, a man preparing for his death.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, man,” Dustin says quietly.

“Thanks.” Billy doesn’t really believe him, but he says it anyway. He pauses another second, waits for Dustin to drop his hand, then finally starts walking back towards Steve.

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Billy enters Steve’s room to find him lying in bed with his eyes closed, just asleep probably, but he’s so still and so pale with the way the fading sunlight from the window is hitting him that it sucks all the air from Billy’s lungs like they’re just gonna shrivel up and die and deprive him of all oxygen until he himself just shrivels up and dies. Like Steve almost died.

Because Steve almost died and Billy can’t draw a proper breath; he’s drowning, he’s capsized and he’s drowning and his lungs are filling with something and it’s not air and his heart is racing, it’s pitching a fit, screaming at him in retaliation for earlier, when it frosted over, then for the fire after that and now for this. Now there’s this and Billy can’t breathe and his heart won’t stop pounding, won’t stop screaming at him you did this, you did this. This is all your fault, all your fault, he could have gotten away but you did this, you keep him here and you keep him in danger. You did this. You did this. You did this. Your fault.

He slides into the chair by the bed and feels his heart pick up speed, faster and faster and faster, you-did-this, you-did-this, you-did-this, your-fault, your-fault, your-fault. Every beat sends the words crashing into his brain to explode there like fireworks until he has to close his eyes against the sharp sting of seeing Steve like this.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” he says, quiet, somehow. Slow, even as his heart continues to go faster, faster, faster, you-did-this, you-did-this, you-did-this, your-fault, your-fault, your-fault. Billy wants to cry out with the pain of it, but instead he says, “You shouldn’t be here with me, you should’ve left town ages ago, if you were smart, you’d leave town, leave me. I’m not worth staying for and I really wish you knew that.” It’s a complete reversal of how he felt earlier, when Steve was looking at him and Billy told him he loved him and wanted to hear him say it back. It’s a complete reversal, but it’s also the truth.

Because this is how he’d expected things to look when he was sitting in the emergency room with Eleven, this was how he expected things to look but he’d expected them to be worse. He’d expected, he’d played it out a thousand times in his head, that a doctor would come up to them and say, “You can see him, but there wasn’t much we could do,” or, “I’m sorry but he didn’t make it,” or, “We did what we could but we don’t know if he’ll wake up."

And if Steve hadn’t woken up, if Steve had died, if he’d never gotten to see Steve smiling at him again, never gotten to look into his big, brown eyes and call him "Bambi” or “Pretty Boy” ever again, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done. But even this is too much. Even this should never have happened, which is a fact his heart won’t let him forget as it continues its non-stop assault on the rest of his body, beating out the words your-fault, your-fault, your-fault in an increasingly erratic pattern.

“I’m not worth staying for,” he says again, still so soft, still so quiet. “I’m not.”

This time, Steve responds. “Yes, you are."

Billy opens his eyes to find Steve staring at him. Steve sits up in the bed a little and slowly raises a hand to Billy’s chest, setting his fingers over Billy’s heart and for the first time in what feels like his whole life he can breathe, like really, truly breathe.

"Is this why you ran away earlier?” Steve says. “Because you think that you’re dangerous? Because you think it’d be better for me if I left?”

Billy can feel the fire inside him spark back to life and start burning up the edges of his throat again; he doesn’t trust himself to speak so instead he just nods. But Steve is right. That’s exactly what it was. It actually wasn’t any different, after all.

And the thing is, nobody’s ever really bothered to understand Billy before. Nobody’s ever really even cared to try, but Steve, not only does Steve try, Steve actually understands him, sees right through him and all his bullshit in a way he’s still not used to, in a way he still doesn’t really know what to do with, in a way he might never really know what to do with no matter how long Steve is willing to put up with him for.

“Billy…” Steve sighs. “It’s the exact opposite. You saved me. Before you I was just gonna…” Steve laughs but it’s sharp, jagged. “Marry some girl, work for my father, settle in for the boring, average life that had been set up for me. Instead, I…” He gulps. “Instead I have you and this love I never thought I’d ever have and you… you saved me, okay? You did.”

Billy leans into Steve’s touch, so aware of everything it’s painful - he can’t look away from Steve, from his big, brown eyes, so soft in the now near darkness or from his cracked pink lips and he starts to feel his lungs shriveling up again, starts to feel his heart start to scream again and this time it’s saying you-still-aren’t-enough, you-still-aren’t-enough, you-still-aren’t-enough. The room feels impossibly small, overloaded with the weight of all of the emotion between them. Steve doesn’t shy away from any of it, just stretches his hand slightly to dip a finger inside the gold chain that’s still always around Billy’s neck before sliding his hand back down, pressing his hand and the chain to Billy’s skin, to his heart screaming you-still-aren’t-enough, you-still-aren’t-enough, you-still-aren’t-enough and for the first time, Billy doesn’t care. He doesn’t listen. His heart is wrong. The look in Steve’s eyes is what matters.

“I love you, too,” Steve says.

Billy’s breath hitches in his throat again and his heart stops its’ relentless wailing scream and instead starts to sing, Steve loves me, Steve loves me, Steve loves me.

Steve loves me.

“I love you,” Billy says. “So much."

Steve swallows and this time he looks… determined. "You’re not going to run away again, are you?"

"No,” Billy says, voice raw. “I won’t ever run away from you again, I promise."

Steve doesn’t quite look like he believes Billy so he says it again. "I promise.” He leans in. “I promise."

He kisses Steve’s cheek, tastes the salt left there by his tears and silently decides to make a point of not ever again being the cause of Steve’s tears, not if he can help it. "I promise,” he says again as he moves to kiss Steve’s other cheek. “I promise.” He kisses his chin. “I promise."

"I believe you,” Steve says, and Billy kisses Steve’s lips, then the bridge of his nose before saying it one last time.

“I promise."

Then he leans his forehead against Steve’s, closes his eyes and just… breathes.

// canon but gayer verse - part one - part two - part three +part four+ part five //

#i so love the trope of one person telling the other one everything they can't say to them when they were awake #but surprise! they were secretly awake this whole time!#i freaking made myself cry with this one #dear god #also seriously klayr-de-gall deserves a co-author credit at this point really just buh #canon but gayer verse #gideonwrites #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #dustin henderson #this is part four

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justkending · 6 years ago

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Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 10.

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 3700+

Warning: SLOW BURN. So slow, but sooooo worth it...

Series Masterlist

Chapter 10:

After long hours of late night talks with the Avengers, they slowly started to branch off for sleep. First Clint, who was the first to get really drunk. So when he slowed down, the drowsy part of drinking set it. Then Wanda and Vision called it. Then Banner and Sam. Leaving it with just Tony, Steve, Bucky, Nat, and you.

“I should probably get going,” you said yawning into your hand realizing that sleep was overcoming you next.

“Are you sure?” Tony asked not quite ready to end the night being the party person he was.

“Yeah, I think one in the morning is far past my bedtime,” you stood, rolling your shoulders in a small stretch.

Everyone stood up stretching themselves.

“Oh, such an old lady,” Tony smirked.

“I’ve been told I have an old soul,” you laughed not catching the looks the three men were sharing. “But yes, I think it’s time I call it a night,” you yawned again.

“Alright, if you insist. I’ll have a driver meet you at the entrance to take you home,” he smiled.

“I appreciate it,” you smiled grabbing your things.

“Here,” Steve said grabbing your coat and holding it out for you to put it on. “I’ll walk you down there. This place can get confusing,” he smiled with that chivalrous smile.

“Always the gentleman,” you grinned stepping into the coat, and tightening it around your waist.

“Rosie, it was quite the game changer meeting you,” Nat said coming up to hug you.

“It was a trip meeting you too. You all made this evening one to remember,” you smiled as you hugged her back before pulling away.

“Anytime you want to come over again and put one of us in our place, I will gladly watch,” she winked patting your back. “As long as it’s not me.”

“Can do,” you winked back.

“Get home safe Rose,” she said waving as she walked to her room.

“Thank you.”

“Rosalyn Ember,” Bucky stated walking up to you.

“James Barnes,” you said back.

He laughed at the formality. “Can’t say I remember the last time someone called me by my first name. Sounds refreshing coming out of such a pretty dame’s mouth.”

“It was nice to meet you tonight Bucky,” you laughed brushing off his comment.

“It was a delight to meet you as well. I second what Nat said. You need to come here more often. You gave the crew a night of fun that I think we all needed,” he smirked stepping closer.

“Well, I for sure got my fair share of fun from you all tonight too,” you blushed.

“Take care Miss. Ember. I hope to see you around more often,” he said taking your hand and kissing it gently before patting Steve’s back as he walked to bed. “Good night everyone.”

You all yelled it back as he disappeared into the hall.

“I guess that leaves me to say goodbye,” Tony stepped over. “But I also believe I lost a bet, so it won’t be that long before I’m seeing you again.”

“Yes, the labs. You don’t have to Mr. Stark. I was only playing around-”

“No, no. A bet is a bet, and you definitely showed me. Besides, I actually would love to take a look around at what you throw yourself into everyday at work. I hear the Williamson company is one of the highest known for its technology.”

“You heard right. We have some of the most advanced lab equipment and machines in the country for what we do.”

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to be the judge of that. Stark Industry hasn’t done a once over on it, so it’s bound to need some modifications here and there,” he said with a side grin.

“I would love for you to stop by. There is always room for improvement,” you said with a smile.

“In that case, I will be seeing you hopefully sooner rather than later,” he bowed. “Have a good night, and Rogers? Take care of her,” he winked walking the opposite direction of everyone else.

You giggled before turning to Steve who was watching Tony with a smile.

“Shall we?” you asked.

“We shall,” he said turning back to you and offering his arm once again as you walked to the car waiting downstairs.

Steve opened the car door for you and ushered you in. Before you could go to sit down you stopped and looked up at him meeting his crystal blue eyes.

“I enjoyed tonight Steve. I’m glad we could meet up again,” you said with a soft smile.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to seeing you tonight,” he blushed.

“Is that so?” you said almost shocked.

“Can’t really shake it, but there is something about you. Almost like I know you,” he said squinting a little as if he was trying to study you more.

“Guess I just have one of those faces,” you said with a nervous laugh.

In a way you were excited that he was showing interest, but in the back of your head, you were scared of what would come out of it.

“Definitely haven’t seen someone as stunning as you in a while,” he said softly almost as if trying to keep it to himself.

You blushed big time and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you looked down trying to hide it.

“I hope to see you around Mr. Rogers. Have a good rest of your night. Or should I say, morning?” you chuckled before looking up. “Goodbye, Steven.”

There was that name again. Still stunned him like the first time.

“Goodnight, Rosalyn.”

You ducked your head in the cab, and when you were safely tucked in, Steve shut the door behind you. Seconds later the car pulled out, and Steve watched you drive away from the compound until you were fully out of sight. He took a deep breath and sadly started walking up to his room.

One side of him wanted to get to know you, put all the theories and allegations they had made on you in the back of his mind and wish he never thought of it all. The other part wanted to know why you were hiding something. If he learned anything from tonight, it was that you were full of surprises and the chances of more secrets were high. He hated that, but he also was ready to get to the bottom of it.

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You thanked your driver and walked into your house throwing the coat on the coat rack at the entrance and your clutch with your wallet and keys on the front entrance table.

You let out a huff of air and unbuckled you heels throwing them by the door too. You went to boil some water for tea before heading upstairs to change. As you were coming down in your pajama shorts and giant t-shirt, you started processing the night.

Truth was, you were never drunk. Never could get drunk after the whole lab incident all those years ago. Couldn’t get too hurt, couldn’t get drunk, couldn’t get sick, couldn’t age. There were pro’s and con’s to it all, but this is what is making you second guess this whole night with Rogers.

There is so much more to this than a science experiment gone wrong. You were on the edge of ruining everything you have fought so hard to keep away from just by sharing an evening with Steve Rogers.

The kettle whistling broke you out of your thoughts, and you walked over pouring the hot water over a chamomile tea bag and added some honey for sweetener. You dipped the bag in and out of the mug as you let the flavor flow through and eventually let it sit as you went back up stairs.

“You can’t get in over your head Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. “You are Rosalyn Ember now, and that is who you are going to be for the next 4 years. Get it together and don’t let some stupid, handsome, chivalrous, soldier who you have been avoiding all these years bring that down.”

You mumbled taking a long sip of the tea and placing it on your end table as you got situated.

“No more thinking about it. Go to sleep,” you demanded yourself as you took another long drink almost finishing it off. “Sleep,” you breathed out closing your eyes and snuggling into your blankets.

Surprisingly, sleep eventually came. Maybe not easily, but it came nonetheless.

A week had gone by since the dinner party. You went to work like normal, and put the party in the back of your mind. You had to. That was the only way you were going to keep up this life you had been living for so long if you wanted to do it with no problems or conflicts.

There were setbacks that always had you thinking about Steve though. For instance, he called your work two or three times checking your schedule to see if he could set up that coffee date. But every time, you told Claire to come up with some excuse to get you out of it. Deep down you didn’t want to lie, but the more logical side of your brain won every time and shut down your emotions.

Tony had set up an appointment to come visit, but that was a month or so away since he had a busy schedule himself. Other than that, you hadn’t heard from the group. They were probably off doing missions, fighting the evils of the world, and didn't have much time to ask you for another dinner party session. Again, it worked out for how you needed things to go.

You were sitting in your office going over file after file, as always, when a knock came. No one usually knocked unless they had an appointment, it was Claire, or if they were higher up that didn’t necessarily need an appointment.

You looked down at your schedule not seeing anything about a meeting and furrowed your eyebrows.

You looked over to the glass door that had a finish on it that made it hard to see who was on the other side. Claire would have called to inform you if it was an unknown person, so you figured you were just missing something.

“Come in,” you said watching the door and sitting straighter in your chair.

In walked that perfectly styled, brown haired, and toned figure that was Jonah Williamson.

“Oh, it’s you. I was confused for a minute,” you chuckled looking back down at your paperwork. “I didn’t know you were in town Mr. Williamson. What brings you by?” you said in the most business way possible knowing he tended to start out with flirting.

“I uh- I wasn’t in town actually. I was a couple of cities away. I just got a call from the one of our surveyors for the labs and…” he paused.

You looked up hearing concern in his voice, and slightly surprised to not hear a cheesy pick up line when he first came in.

Sure enough, his eyes had worry in them. Not playfulness like usual.

“What’s wrong Jonah?” you ask standing up.

“You know, the one time you call me that, and it’s still somehow related to business,” he chuckled lightly.

You tilt your head crossing your arms sending him a look to get to the point.

“They found something in the lab. One of the workers must not have cleaned properly at night and the thing grew. I don’t know what they said it was, but it’s potent enough to shut the labs down,” he explained looking in your eyes for a reaction.

You arms dropped and your mouth opened in shock.

“Wait, what?”

“Inspector said we would need to close down shop for about 2-3 days so they can clean it.”

“And by shop you mean-?”

“The whole building.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you plopped into your seat taken aback.

“We-We can’t do that. W-We we’re just on the brink of solving the cure to-”

“Rosalyn, he said the more people here the harder it will be for them to clean up, and the longer for us to get things back to normal and working right. I know you hate ditching work, but it’s only for a few days,” he explained as you processed. “There are other labs in the area that will continue the work. A few days won’t make too much of a difference.”

“You say that because you don’t know the logistics of the science behind the experiments Jonah. A few day, hell, a few hours makes a major difference,” you scoffed.

“Ok, ok. I had a feeling you would freak out. So, I told the staff to pack everything that needs to be taken care of up so they can work it out through other Williamson labs that we have across New York.” He came closer taking a seat in front of your desk and scooting it to the edge so he was only separated from you by the counter.

“This is your biggest branch Jonah. You can’t shut it down,” you said seriously as you leaned forward.

“I can for a few days if it means I don’t have to shut it down forever in the long run,” he smirked knowing you were going to keep fighting him.

“What about-”

“Rose, you should be ecstatic!” he said standing and walking over to your bar cart you never used. Can’t get drunk remember? “You have never had a day off. No sick days, no vacation days, nothing. You’ve worked here for over a year too. How does that even happen?” he said grabbing the crystal tumbler he filled and turning back to you.

“Great immune system,” you shrugged rolling your eyes at the computer screen that was open on your lab works.

“Count this as a blessing. You just got two to three paid leave days for free,” he said coming back over to you.

“I don’t want-”

“Sure you do. Everyone does. I already had Claire set up a voicemail for anyone who calls making an appointment, meeting, or asking questions to be redirected.” He walked over to your seat leaving only a foot between you two, and leaning his bottom against the edge of the desk as he looked down at you. “Go home. Take a bubble bath. Drink some wine. Watch some chick-flicks.”

“Is that what you think all women do during their free time? Get drunk and isolate themselves?” you said slightly playful, but also slightly offended.

“I don’t know. It’s what I see in the movies. I’ve never kept a girl around long enough to figure out,” he said unbothered, and easily downing the rest of his drink before sitting the empty glass on your desk as he walked back around to the door. “All I know is I’m banning you from this office and this building until I give you the all clear. Ok?”

“Starting when?” you said standing up placing your hands on the counter as you leaned over.

“Effective immediately,” He smiled opening the door.

“Jonah, we have so much that we have to figure out before we just pack up and-”

“Already taken care of. See you in a couple of days sweetheart!” He waved closing the door, thus cutting off the conversation without hesitation.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you huffed falling into your seat again.

Sure enough, everyone was evacuated and sent home for a few days. As worried as you were, everything was taken care of and a few workers that were on the vaccine you were mainly worried about, told you they would continue the work at the other labs. That took a lot of the stress of your shoulder since you were scared it would ruin the year long progress you had on it.

You packed up as much as your work things that you could carry, hellbent on doing it at home, even if you were technically supposed to be relaxing.

As much as you wanted to fight giving into society's view of women, you did exactly what Jonah said. You grabbed a bottle of wine, poured a generous amount into a glass, and warmed up your bubble bath.

You don’t remember the last time you pampered yourself, and it was kinda nice. The water was scolding just the way you like it, and you had Ladyfingers by Herb Albert playing throughout your bathroom. The smell of lavender and stress relief oils were diffusing. You had candles burning, giving off a soft light in the room. Everything was blissful. Maybe taking the next few days to not stress about work was smart.

Oh, who were you kidding? Tomorrow you were going to be right back on your laptop plugging in new formulas and reviewing your staff’s work. But hey, maybe you would start giving yourself the nights off to relax. Everyone deserves some down time. Right?

You woke up the next morning doing exactly what you planned on doing. You got some case work done and realized everything you grabbed was completed within a few hours of sitting down. It was only noon. You couldn’t go back to work and grab more work, so you looked around your house.

Wow, this place needed some spring cleaning. You shrugged deciding to spend the rest of the day tidying up. You went upstairs changing out of your PJ’s but still wearing comfy clothes. You threw on some sweatpants material shorts, a white loose tank top, and then threw an oversized grey sweater over it. It was cut short so that you tank top slipped out from under it, and loose enough, it fell off your shoulder. Lastly, you threw on some fuzzy socks to help keep you warm from the cold wood floors of your home.

You weren’t planning on leaving the house at any point, or meeting anyone in a business manner, so you let your natural hair take over for the day. Leaving it in the messy waves and curls that mixed together. Just to keep it out of your face, you grabbed a clip and pulled half of it back. Even after all of these years of styling it, it held your natural waves like it was nothing. Guess you can think the science experiment for that. Constantly healing any damage your body goes through. Even damaged hair.

You left the movie channel running in the background for sound. Sure enough, it was a marathon of chick-flicks. Of course, they were ones that you grew to love, so you didn’t change it. Instead you turned it up to let it play throughout the house as you deep cleaned.

Once the living room, dining room, bathrooms, and your bedroom had been cleaned, not much other than organizing, dusting, and vacuuming, you made your way in the kitchen. You grabbed the cleaner and got started on scrubbing the counters. They weren’t that dirty, but might as well go all in considering how much you had done today.

Halfway through cleaning, you heard your stomach start to rumble.

“Shoot. I haven’t ate today,” you said grabbing your loud stomach. “When’s the last time I went to the grocery store?” you said looking over at the fridge.

The last couple of weeks had consisted of forgetting to eat due to work, or just ordering in at your office or home.

When you pulled open the fridge it was practically vacant. You checked your pantry finding nothing really in there either.

“Grocery store it is,” you laughed at yourself going up stairs to put on jeans, and sandals for the trip.

You made it home no problem. Sure you looked nothing like you normally did considering you always tried to look decent and presentable in public, but today was a lazy day and you were going all out. You still had the sweater and tank top on, but kept the jeans on while you unpacked.

You put the groceries on the counter and started laying them out. You grabbed a quick snack on the way to the store since you were starving and what you were making now, was for dinner. You’re famous chicken noodle soup.

You pulled out the carrots, celery, chicken broth, chicken, and egg noodles. The main ingredients. You put those to the side as you put everything else up and started boiling some broth to get things going.

Chicken was cooked, noodles were about to go in to boil, celery was cut, and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days was playing from your living room.

You looked at the time seeing it was about 5 in the evening and smiled proud of yourself. You finally took a day to not work 12-14 hours in it. You cleaned, watched a movie here and there, went shopping, cooked. You were doing pretty well and were content with yourself.

“It’s not that hard,” you shrugged.

Just as you were pulling the carrots out to chop up next, you heard your doorbell ring. At first you weren’t sure if it was the TV or if you were just hearing things. Not many people come over and you weren’t expecting anyone.

Hesitantly, you put the carrots down and walked down the hallway to your living room and front entrance. You checked the table you had set up at the front to make sure the switchblade was in it and also the small gun you kept just in case.

What? You were a girl living in New York. Even if you didn’t really live in the city, but in a cute village like home, you never know what to expect.

When you saw they were in their spot, the door was then knocked on. You tiptoed over and leaned up to see in the peephole better.

What you saw on the other side was a complete and utter shock. You froze looking through the peephole, and slowly lowered back to flat feet before covering your mouth.

“What the-” you started not sure how to finish it.

After another knock. You shook your head out of your thoughts, and composed yourself. Taking a deep breath, you put your hand on the door knob and squinted your eyes before opening the door.

“Steve?”

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breezy-cheezy · 6 years ago

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Mmmmmkay I have to rant about Nier: Automata for a bit; I accidentally triggered the end of the game (playthrough 2, ending B) last night and stayed up till 2:00 trying to finish the stupid “not allowed to save” phase. But y’aLL IT’S SO GOOD??????? AND 3RD PLAYTHROUGH ISN’T ANOTHER RE-RUN OF THE SAME STORY WE GET MORE STORY AAAAAAAAA

(more under the cut because there is ALOT for those who care;;;;;)

- OK SO THE MUSIC IS AMAZING??? I love LOVE that the music dynamics build in instruments and intensity as you progress towards danger/plot, but also softens again for quieter moments and just...musical storytelling is so sooooo my jam I love it. Also that the music goes 8 bit when 9S hacks stuff, it’s actually kinda cute X’D

- ON THE SUBJECT of 9S being able to hack into enemies and you getting to play that as a little teeny ship shooting down viruses and barriers and whatnot. Genius???? That added SO MUCG to the story on the second playthrough as 9S. Particularly discovering the fact that all of humanity?? Is actually extinct?? ...even BEFORE the aliens/machines attacked earth?? WH A T?????? WHAT THE HECK ARE ANDROIDS FIGHTING FOR THEN????? *every time an android salutes and says “glory to mankind” now* GLORY MY FOOT THEY ALL DEAD MOVE ON--

- I realize it probably has alot to do with the lore of previous nier games and I’ll probably have to trawl through Wiki pages soon here. Emil himself really broke my heart aaaaaah baby...his side quest is so sad. I also looked at arts and he was a really cute kid?? Before he was turned int the freaky moon skeleton thing...?? Oh my goodness......

- The secret lunar tear flower room is gorgeous. I just sat there for awhile to soak it all in...the music is so nostalgic and I’ve never heard that song bfore how do y’all DO THAT--

- Emil’s shop is pretty cute. He just drives around the ruins and sells stuff if you shoot him and he’ll stop X’’’D It did ruin alot of serious moments tho. *Engels, talking about how he’d sinned for killing so many androids and choosing death--* “S-A-L-E SAAAALLLEEE~~!! EVERY SALE’S A WIIIINNNNNN~~~~!!!! LALALaaaaaa~~~...” Me: *facepalm*

- ...I just realized the little tune he sings is a cheerful rendition of the music in the flower room. H E C K

- ANYWAY. Onto the actual game. I really really enjoyed playing as 9S for obvious reasons (bABY) but it really did add so soooo much to the pretty much surface level story when you first play as 2B. Which sums them up pretty well...2B, Battle unit 2, pushes on relentlessly, avoids thinking too hard about things and what she’s doing because oh dear, EMOTION might get in the way...9S, Scanner unit 9, on the other hand, cannot stop his curiosity. He asks questions, he sticks his nose in way further than he should to some dangerous stuff. I think he realized Machines were sentient and had feelings long before 2B, but was in denial for a good while. You learn so much more about what you’re fighting as 9S, because he scans. He observes, searches, discovers. Heck, some hacking caused him to experience empathy for the poor things, to his horror...

- Actually, there are alot of scenes where either 2B or 9S questions why a machine they’re killing is screaming for help, of crying for lost family, or loudly proclaiming loyalty to a king they’ll give their lives for...they stop for a moment, but the other quickly jumps in and reminds them that it’s just imitation. It’s not real, it’s fake, machines can’t feel, yadda yadda...it was odd to me they kept switching off on reminding, but...I think they both know, deep down, what they’re doing. But denial. Because if machines DO have feelings, if they are sentient...what does that mean for all they’ve killed...? Just...hoo BOY the moral dellimas in this game?? Scary good. The quests get that across alot.

- I don’t like the theme of hopelessness in most of the side quests?? I do see many of them as cautionary tales though. We watch many characters lose hope and the will to live after their thing/person they’re living FOR is gone. It makes me worry alot about 2B, who is a soldier through and through. 9S actually does have hopes and dreams for things outside of the war, which I love ;7; they definitely lean on each other alot emotionally on this respect though...I don’t know quite what to make of the themes of the game this far in yet;;;;

- The love between 9S and 2B is of course my favorite thing. Familial, romantic, idk. I, being me, see it as more platonic, “You’re my rock in this storm” only friend/sister/brother vibe, but as more of a fan of platonic relationships, that is what I tend to do. But 9s following 2B around like a lost puppy and trying to do all he can to help and do his job but also getting bored with said job and trying to make the most of things, asking all the “why” questions, 2B acting irritated but also always keeps him close and makes sure he’s safe....going ballistic when someone hurts her boy ;;v;; I love...2 kids. Their operators and pods are such fun dynamics too~~

- As far as endings A and B...DANG. It hit worse because you get backstory on the giant ocean machine (that 9S just hit with a giant missle, which he also had to ride to keep it on the right path...DX NO SELF PRESERVATION) he just...wanted his mama......;;A;;

- Also it’s not fair. 9S is so injured by that missle attack, then I guess Adam finds him and is like “HM. *sticks the lil boy impaled on a wall* Perfect. *proceeds to emotionally and mentally torture said child*“ like YO ADAM THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DO THINGS. Then 2B proceeds to kick down walls for her boy and kills Adam and walks off carrying 9S bridal style into the sunset. Lovely. I have a comic idea for this part, lol.

- Oh I don’t like Adan very much, he is pretty tho?? There was alot of blood though...how do machines bleed?? How do the androids bleed?? What??? I question this alot.

- HHHHHHH THE BECOME AS GODS CHAPTER SCARED ME I DON’T EVER WANNA DO THAT AGAIN DANG SUICIDAL ROBOTS SCARED ME SO BAD

- Fighting Eve was...annoying but still heartbreaking. He misses his brother so much....even though Adam is a butthead and couldn’t care less he left his little brother behind DX just everything about that fight was Tragic. Also Eve developing more self awareness and realizing “Eve” is a girl’s name and being a bit miffed LOL that’s what y’all get when your first book is the bible kiddos...I realize they’re technically like what? 2 weeks old still???

- The ENDING. From 9S’s perspective is especially scary....the corruption transforming him, 2B coming in to kill him to stop the pain, he BEGGED her to, just....hhhhhhh babies ;;A;; 2B’s soft broken crying over him as she’s forced to strangle her only friend to death just aaaaaAAAAAAAA I DIE ;;;;;;;;~;;;;;;;;;

- I was actually able to cry over it this time coz. It was 2 am. No parent awkwardly watching over my shoulder. Because the pose for this scene is...........super awkward..........like......really........their clothes are super torn up and uh. The first time I was just hoping my parents wouldn’t mistake it for a sex scene or something hhhhhghhhhh;;;;;; I really really REALLY wish the pose was different, the game does need to give the fanservice a rest, at LEAST for a scene this serious DX I’m able to ignore it but when someone else is watching I don’t wanna have to explain;;;;

- That IS a big gripe I have with the game. The fanservice. Just. Why. How is 2B’s outfit practical?? Self destruct mode???? REALLY???? Get this girl battle shorts or something please.....I guess if I looked at it more as a ballet outfit?? I might make some edits when I draw her because GEEZ.

- 9S gets some of this too. Self destruct mode, his shorts are blown off???? WHAT THE HECK???? Welp, never using that again. also why is he the only yorha boy android??????????? X’’’’D They never explain that!!

- BACK TO ENDING STUFF why were there random data hologram girls standing there, watching 2B strangle 9S?? Just...silently there...they weren’t there in the first playthrough?? I’ve seen them a couple times but they’re NEVER mentioned?? WHAT ARE THEY-- is it a glitch?? Wha--

- Teeny 9S being able to dump his consciousness into a giant machine robot guy and cradling 2B in his hand ;;~;; he’s fine y’all I’m so GLAD (I wanna draw something for this scene.... I wanna draw alot of things)

- I love Pascal. He should adopt all the sad people to his happy peace village. He already started that...what a good egg.

- The accessories option is lovely. I’ve been running around with 9S with a blue bow in his hair forever now ;7; replaced with the flower in his hair because BOYS AND FLOWERS I LOVE but I think I might give the flower to 2B because she’d look lovely with it and....I miss the blue bow X’D

- Also the AMOUNT of things this could line up with a KH universe....as far as how androids work, hearts (black boxes), memories making you...you, being able to transfer “hearts” to new bodies when the old is destroyed, POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP...there’s alot. I dunno what to do with this info...

Anyway, I have alOT of thoughts and feelings on this game, it’s like...a very cool book. I’ve had trouble putting down. These aren’t even all of them but idk who I can actually rant to so here it is for the Void

I’m so interested to see where it goes!

#breezy babbles #ALOT #idk where else to put this so here #for the void #this probably absolutely makes no sense I'm so sorry #nier: automata #nier #meta #????kinda #I loooove love love 9S with all my heart and soul #he's also voiced by Mob's english voice actor which is SO MUCH CUTER #they need to hang out #I love 2B so much too #their operators are cute #pascal is cute #everyone is cute

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pengiesama · 6 years ago

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A Cat-astrophic Curse (Fic, Sorey/Mikleo)

Title: A Cat-astrophic Curse Series: Tales of Zestiria Pairing: Sorey/Mikleo

Summary:

“I have my doubts that Little Miss Hotpants meant for it to turn out this way. If she even had a gameplan in the first place.” “My plan is to go out and play with Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey announced proudly. “And then we’ll read together and eat Mikleo’s de-lic-ious treats and cuddle all night!” Edna rose one critical eyebrow at kitty-Sorey. “Are we a hundred percent positive that she actually did anything to him at all?” she asked flatly.

In which a cunning villain turns the Gentle Shepherd into a Japanese cartoon cat mascot.

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“What’s on the menu for today?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Go back to the tent and read, and I’ll bring it over once it’s finished.”

“Well, now you’ve gotten me all curious, so there’s no way that I can just go and read. C’mon, Mikleo, tell meeee…”

“It’s a new recipe! Telling you anything about it would jinx it.”

“Everything you make is amazing. But I think this recipe could maybe use a little bit of extra spice while you stir…”

And then the tickling started. It was an altogether entirely revolting display. Symonne scowled down at the heartwarming scene beneath her feet, mulling over how to best destroy it.

Symonne had initially been perched atop a nearby cliff face, for it was the highest point in the area, and to properly loom menacingly over one’s unsuspecting prey one needed to be at the highest point in the area. But it was also a little bit too far away for her to see or hear anything, which was also an important aspect of looming and menacing, so she had to move to a nearby tree instead. She managed to climb up it well enough, but didn’t really know how to get down. The bark scratched her, there were bugs, and tweety little birds and fluffy forest animals. Leaves and twigs were stuck in her hair. And now the Shepherd and that water seraph were flirting and canoodling and being generally loathsome right in front of her.

All these various inconveniences compounded on Symonne’s psyche, upsetting its delicate (and questionable) balance, and drove her to a single conclusion:

She needed to kill them both immediately.

There was the matter of her master’s wishes to consider, but...Symonne squinted and thought back. She kind of forgot what her master was going for with this Shepherd. In fact, she couldn’t really remember the last time she got a specific and direct order about performing acts of chaos and various mischiefs. Her master had always been rather hands-off with his management of his loyal followers. He just kinda let them do whatever, and then wandered off to stand in a single spot in the middle of a field for weeks at a time. It was nice on paper, and allowed her a lot of artistic freedom, but sometimes she felt that she could do with a bit more direction. She would have to remember to bring this topic up in her next employee evaluation.

“S-sorey! S-stop! You’re going to make me spill everything everywhere!”

“I can’t help it, Mikleo! I’ve been possessed by the dreaded Tickle Hellion! Remember me as the man I was, not the man I have become!”

That laughter. Those kissy noises. This would all end now.

Symonne raised her wand, and began to wind up an incantation. She would addle that Shepherd’s mind, make that water seraph of his look like a delicious and irresistible treat to devour, and -- when he’d eaten his beloved whole -- she would restore to him his senses and allow him to fall to despair. A perfect plan, and one that surely would have worked flawlessly if not for the rogue falling apple that dropped from its branch squarely onto Symonne’s head. It disrupted her concentration, and also disrupted her balance, causing her to plummet to the forest floor below, screeching and firing off magic all the while.

Sorey and Mikleo’s romantic interlude was thus interrupted by a falling, screaming, spellcasting, disturbingly-half-dressed visitor. They barely had half a moment to take in the situation when one of her spells ricocheted off a rock and hit Sorey square in the chest. He was enveloped in a cloud of sparkly pink smoke, obscuring him completely from view. Mikleo let out a frantic, panicked shout of Sorey’s name, and dove into the cloud to try and retrieve him before whatever wicked curse Symonne wrought took its hold.

The commotion brought the rest of the team running, abandoning their foraging efforts to rush back to the campsite. Rose reached the site first -- she prepared herself for the worst: to be greeted by swarms of hellions, a squadron of soldiers, the sight of Sorey’s crumpled, bloodied body in Mikleo’s arms. But she could not have expected the sight of what truly awaited her.

“Hey, hey--! You’re back, you’re back!”

Rose stared as a tiny cat-like creature toddled up to her feet. Its pure white fur was accented by black whiskers, and a big blue bow jauntily bounced on its head as it hopped up and down in front of her. She would have written it off as just another oddity of this new Squire gig, some sort of distant normin relative, but…

That mop of mussed brown hair atop the creature’s head was eerily familiar. And this tiny creature was dressed in a perfect, equally tiny replica of Sorey’s clothes. The complicated cloak, those goofy feather earrings, the whole shebang. And the real Sorey was nowhere to be seen in their camp.

Mikleo -- the resident expert on all things Sorey -- was busy binding an unconscious Symonne to a tree with a sort of manic, frantic determination. He seemed so engrossed in the effort that Rose almost felt that she shouldn’t bother him. But, considering the situation, she really had to bother him. She coughed lightly, and Mikleo’s head whirled to stare at her; his eyes wild.

“...,” Rose began. “...uh. What’d we miss?”

“Mikleo was making us dessert, and I was tickling him!” the kitty-Sorey squeaked out. “It looked sooooo tasty, and Mikleo is so so so pretty--!”

“Uh-huh,” Rose replied. This kitty-Sorey seemed to have the same general thought processes as the normal Sorey, if a bit higher-pitched. “And then what?”

“And then there was a biiiiig crash, BOOM! And then all this pink glitter, and I got little!”

Which was Symonne’s doing, no doubt. Rose walked over to where Mikleo had secured her. She heard the rapid patter of tiny feet behind her as she went.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten any info from her,” Rose observed. She cautiously reached out to turn Symonne’s head enough to bring the big bump on it into better view. “She’s out like a light.”

“I... I should have been more careful,” Mikleo managed to get out. His body looked like it was wound up so tight, it was a wonder he could even breathe. “I was distracted and didn’t hear her coming, I didn’t shove Sorey out of the way quickly enough, I…”

His despair was interrupted by the intervention of kitty-Sorey pattering up and nuzzling his chin against Mikleo’s knee -- with Mikleo crouched on the ground, it was the tallest part of him that kitty-Sorey was able to reach. kitty-Sorey made a soft noise, and raised his stubby little arms in the air until Mikleo picked him up -- carefully, gently, as if he was cradling something infinitely precious and utterly irreplaceable. He brought kitty-Sorey close to his chest, and sighed raggedly. kitty-Sorey made a satisfied noise, and continued to nuzzle whatever part of Mikleo was closest. It seemed to settle Mikleo, and bit by bit, Rose saw the tension in his shoulders ease.

By this point, the rest of the team had finally made their appearance. kitty-Sorey waved both little arms in excitement as they approached.

“Hi! Hi! Hello! Yay, everyone’s here--!” he cheered.

“Oh my…” Lailah murmured. “Sorey, you’ve…you’ve entered something of a cat-atonic state.”

Lailah puffed out her cheeks, trying to suppress her laughter. Still holding her breath, she looked around excitedly at the rest of the team, waiting for someone to celebrate her wordplay. Celebration failed to occur. Edna strode up to where Mikleo crouched, to where their prisoner was bound, and poked at the bump on Symonne’s head with the end of her umbrella.

“I have my doubts that Little Miss Hotpants meant for it to turn out this way,” Edna said idly. “If she even had a gameplan in the first place.”

“My plan is to go out and play with Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey announced proudly. “And then we’ll read together and eat Mikleo’s de-lic-ious treats and cuddle all night!”

Edna continued to idly jab her umbrella at various parts of Symonne. She rose one critical eyebrow at kitty-Sorey.

“Are we a hundred percent positive that she actually did anything to him at all?” she asked flatly.

Lailah’s held breath exploded from her with a graceless, trumpeting wheeze, and she clapped in helpless delight.

“POSITIVE! PAW-SITIVELY PAW-SITIVE!” she announced to, like, the abstract concept of anyone who found her sense of humor appealing. “Purr-haps there’s a paws-sibility that we can break this absolutely a-paw-ling curse on our dear Shep-purred…”

Slowly, gently, Zaveid approached Lailah; making soothing noises and sidestepping her in her erratic movements like one would when approaching a bucking horse. He removed his hat from his head and lowered it onto Lailah’s head; pushing it down until her face was obscured and her voice was muffled. She did not appear to fully be aware of the additional accessory to her person, and continued to ramble on; her voice muted by the hat’s felting.

“Thank you, Zaveid,” said Rose. She checked the back of her hand, examining the skin there. “...I think I just got hives from saying that.”

Zaveid gave a cheeky little bow, and then sat down next to Mikleo. His composure was a blessing in itself, and seemed to further calm Mikleo’s rattled nerves.

“Lemme take a look at this little squirt for a quick second, Meeboy.”

Hesitantly, Mikleo unwrapped himself from Sorey just enough for Zaveid to give kitty-Sorey a quick look-over. Zaveid examined his tiny cloak; the embroidery on it so delicate that it looked like it was wrought by fairies, the feathers so small that they looked like wisps of dandelion fluff. He poked his white cheek; squishy and soft like mochi, and it elicited a sweet giggle from kitty-Sorey that jingled like a bell. kitty-Sorey buried his face back into Mikleo’s chest for a moment, then wriggled until he’d scaled Mikleo to perch on his shoulder and nuzzle against his neck and ear.

“Well. I can tell you that he’s definitely the real Sorey -- he’s got the same soul rattling around in that cute little noggin, and the same air about him,” Zaveid said. He scratched at his chin and frowned. “She definitely cursed him good. I don’t know how long the transfiguration spell will last, though. That kinda magic was never really my bag…”

“Who does know about that kind of magic?” Mikleo asked quietly. His hand came up to touch kitty-Sorey at his shoulder, to confirm he was there, or to comfort himself. kitty-Sorey giggled and grabbed Mikleo’s finger between his paws, steering it to poke his own nose. “Please. You must know of someone.”

“Are you in despair!? Do you feeeeeel the agony crushing your heart like a vize!?”

The team slowly turned to look at Symonne, who had woken up and broken out of the rope bindings while they were chatting. Her hair and clothing were a mess from the fall. She wobbled on her feet, and couldn’t really focus her eyes, so she probably had a concussion brewing in her fevered little skull. Still, she managed a manic grin, and tilted her head back to crow with laughter.

“Experience a taste of the magnificent salvation my master will bring to this wretched world!”

“Heldalf wants to turn us all into cats?” Rose asked, confused. “I mean, I guess cats are like...his thing.”

“Ah,” Edna said, making a face. “So he’s one of those.”

“One of what?” asked Mikleo, confused. “A cat person?”

Lailah un-hatted herself long enough to rejoin the discussion. “I think Edna means he’s a fur-midable opponent!”

“Yes,” Edna replied. “And no.”

Zaveid huffed. “Hey now, I’m not just gonna stand around while y’all besmirch the much-maligned name of a proud and noble people!”

“We all know what you think, Zaveid. We know your tastes.” Edna emphasized the last word, deliberately. “I’ve seen the stuff you like on Twitter at two in the morning--”

“Stop misinterpreting my master’s glorious vision!!” shrieked Symonne, nearly falling over in her rage, and present lack of inner ear function.

“What is your master’s vision, exactly?” asked Mikleo.

Symonne’s eyes went unfocused again, and she was silent for a long moment while she visibly tried to think of an answer. kitty-Sorey raised his paw politely, and waited for Mikleo to boop it with his finger before speaking.

“I have a vision! I spy, with my little eye, something that begins with -- Mikleo!” kitty-Sorey cuddled up to Mikleo’s neck again, happily. “It’s ‘Mikleo’! I see Mikleo! Mikleo, I love you--!”

Symonne turned green, and made a retching noise; doubling over as if she was about to vomit all over the forest floor. Edna tsked in disapproval.

“Oh come on,” she said. “They’re insufferable, but that’s just overdramatic.”

Symonne lurched upright, and brandished her wand once more. The group immediately went on guard.

“No more. No more of this,” Symonne said, pointing her wand squarely at kitty-Sorey.

kitty-Sorey blinked, and placed a single paw on his chin. His ears twitched with the motion.

It was the last straw. The last, adorable straw. Symonne shrieked in rage, and in the blink of an eye, kitty-Sorey was surrounded by the same glittery pink smoke that transformed him at the first; obscuring both him and Mikleo from view. There was a thud, and the sound of Mikleo yelping. When the smoke cleared, Sorey was back to his original form, and was cradling Mikleo in his arms as he knelt on the forest floor.

“Are you okay, Mikleo?” Sorey asked, concerned. The big blue bow was still firmly attached to his head. “I’m so sorry; I must have hurt your shoulder when I changed back…”

Mikleo couldn’t even try to hide the smile that crossed his face, and allowed his fingers to trace the line of that jaw that he’d already missed so dearly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine, now.”

Sorey leaned into Mikleo’s palm, then leaned in for a kiss. The shimmering pink smoke floated about them in the midsummer breeze, catching rays of sunlight as it drifted. It showed no signs of settling or dispersing; as if it was content to frame the pair in their own little world for a while longer.

“They...just don’t stop,” Symonne said, as much in awe as disgust at the scene before them.

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Edna grumbled. She turned to face Symonne, and tapped her umbrella against the palm of her own open hand. “So, listen. You’re gonna teach me that spell so I can use it to torment the plebeians that orbit me, or else I’m going to shatter your kneecaps…”

#sormik #suremiku #soremiku #soymilk #sorey/mikleo #tales of zestiria #i guess this is my personal tales of zestiria tag now #a tenderly crafted fanfiction #writing commissions #commissions

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nerdierholler · 6 years ago

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Dragon Age Questions

I was tagged by @slothssassin Thank you so much! <3

I’m not sure who’s done this already sooooo tagging @ellstersmash, @heraldofwho, @enchantment1385, and @barbex if you haven’t done this already. Also anyone who sees this and thinks it would be fun!

1. Favorite game of the series? I love them all, why do you make me pick? I’ve put the most hours into DAI though, it part because it’s so long and one run takes forever.

2. How did you discover Dragon Age? I wasn’t as into video games as I am now but I knew I liked generic hack and slash games having played things like The Witcher and Neverwinter Nights. I heard DAO was coming out and since it seemed like my kind of game, I tried it, and immediately fell head over heels for Alistair and discovered fandom.

3. How many times have you’ve played the games? Almost too many to count. Thinking back to complete or near complete runs... DAO: at least 6, DA2: also at least 6, DAI: (laughs nervously) at least 9. And none of these include all the characters I created, played for a bit then abandoned 1/3 of the way through.

4. Favorite race to play as? I guess I tend towards elves because of the lore. I actually really like dwarves as well but I have a really hard time making dwarves I’m happy with so I almost never play them. The qunari were a nice edition in DAI.

5. Favorite class? Dual wield rogue all the way. I do have a few characters of other classes but that’s my fave. I just can’t stand to no be able to open a locked chest.

6. Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time. I try to make different decisions but honestly, it ends up being variations on a theme. For big choices I’m pretty consistent.

7. Go-to adventuring group? DAO: Alistair, Sten, Zev or Morrigan DA2: Fenris, Varric, Isabela DAI, depends on Inquisitor but my faves are : Solas, Dorian, Iron Bull, and Varric

8. Which of your characters did you put the most thought into? No doubt, my Warden Inquisitor Ithen

9. Favorite romance? Again, why do you make me pick? Alistair’s romance is what put me down this path so I have to give recognition there. After that, Fenris annnd (spins wheel) Iron Bull.

10. Have you read any of the comics/books? Nope. I tried one of the books but couldn’t really get into it.

11. If you read them, which was your favorite book? -

12. Favorite DLCs? The Citadel I never really kept up with DA DLCs until DAI. Awakenings introduced some great characters but the plot hasn’t stuck with me and so much of that has kinda been retconned. I liked Trespasser because it was a great bow on the game with a lead into the next. Also fuel for my Solasmancing.

13. Things that annoy you? Locked chests, but that’s not just a DA thing. Seriously though, I hate leaving things behind which means I end up limiting my party combos (at least on first runs) because I don’t want to miss what’s in the box, or behind the wall, or whatever so I need to have one of each class with me at all times.

14. Orlais or Ferelden? Ferelden! Team wet dog smell all the way.

15. Templars or Mages? Mages.

16. If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one? Hmmm, they all exists in different universes except I have a non-canon universe where Ithlen becomes Inquisitor and canon compliant universe where she is just the Warden. I think Enarin edges out Harold for the Inquisitor there.

17. What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc.) Ithlen: Threrah, Hawke: Thufir, and I didn’t name any mounts.

18. Have you installed any mods? *more nervous laughter* a few... Yeah, my games are pretty heavily modded, some are shortcuts for gameplay after it’s my millionth time through and I’m just there for plot and a lot are for CC or changing companion looks/outfits.

19. Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden? Gods no. She was pretty resistant. But Marethari said the magic word to Ithen, “duty,” so she went with Duncan.

20. Hawke’s personality? Main Hawke: Very purple with a hint of blue. Secondary Hawke: Very red with a hint of purple.

21. Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition? I think I have a time or two but usually everyone is unique.

22. If your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change? Ithlen would do something to save Alistair. In her mind she would recruit Loghain to have another body between them and archdemon but doesn’t realize it would have meant Alistair leaving.

Hawke, oh Hawke. She looses all of her family but I think if she had to pick one to go back and save, it would be Bethany since she’s the one Hawke had to kill and feels most responsible for.

Enarin doesn’t have many regrets and he feels they’ve all led him to where he is now, which is a pretty good place. Harold has regrets but it’s a million small things. I think there was a long time growing up where he wished he didn’t have magic so he could still be with his family but as he’s gotten older he’s accepted their rejection and practical disowning and learned to find family elsewhere.

23. Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon? Oh boy, do I! The big one of course is Ithlen also being the Inquisitor. Everyone else mostly follows canon except for some details about how Harold and Dorian’s relationship develops. The in game route for that isn’t really Harold’s personality. And I also I like to imagine that Fenris goes to Skyhold with Hawke because leaving him makes NO SENSE AT ALL. Also Varric is not nearly as broken up about my secondary Hawke’s death as the game makes him because she managed to rival him in DA2 but DAI doesn’t take that into account. In general DAI didn’t handle that Hawke well because as a power hungry blood mage, everything out her mouth in DAI makes no sense. Again, DAI just didn’t take any of that into account even though it was in the tapestry.

24. Are any of your character(s) based on someone? Not really.

25. Who did you leave in the Fade? I lucked out here in a weird way so it wasn’t a hard choice. In my primary canon Alistair is dead (RIP) so choosing Hawke over Stroud wasn’t bad. In my secondary canon Alistair is alive and a warden but (despite what DAI says, see above) my Hawke is a terrible person so goodbye Hawke.

26. Favorite mount? I never used mounts much so I don’t have a fave.

#life at nerdy holler #dragon age

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writers-leir · 7 years ago

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prince!jeonghan

aka part two of prince!vernon

should probably be named “in which jeonghan finds his nap buddy”

he’s lowkey still salty about his nap buddy leaving him for vernon

but he’s happy for them so he lets it slide

he tried to get chan to be his nap buddy but chan flat out rejected him

after that he went to seungcheol who was like l o l i know i’m your second choice don’t try to fool me

awihgskjlfsadgxcbn he tried

ANYWAYS he naps alone for now cause he doesn’t like any of the women (and men because,,,,have you seen jeonghan he’s such a pretty person) who like,,,,,throw themselves at him SO

introducing: you

you’re a simple gardener at the palace

by simple i mean the only gardener because his parents trust you like 999% with their garden and unless you also trust someone 999% you refuse to let them hire a helper for you

so you’re super busy

you rarely see any of the other people who work at the place much less the prince

jeonghan’s mom is always like ;~; we’ll hire the nice lady who works at the flower shop in the town you trust her right? cause she’s so worried you’re gonna work yourself to death at such a young age

but you’re like no,,,,i only trust her 998% with my flowers,,,

and like while you know what jeonghan looks like you’ve never actually seen him so you,,,,,don’t realize who he is when you find him sleeping on one of the flowerbeds

all you see is this ONE IDIOT WHO IS RUINING YOUR HARD WORK

the work that you put your literal blood sweat and tears into

you can’t even count the number of times you’ve cut yourself or almost fainted from the heat trying to make the flower bed perfect

one time it rained really hard and the left side of the tarp ripped open and half of the flowers were destroyed and your heart broke

you refused to do anything for the next week while replanting all the flowers

the rest of the palace staff felt so bad for you during that week they kept bringing you freshly baked bread or that really good tea secretly

and while jeonghan’s parents knew what the staff were doing they didn’t say anything because they loved you like another child

(and they lowkey would wish that jeonghan would propose to you someday BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR LATER)

anyways back to jeonghan sleeping in the flowerbed

those flowers are basically your children

and so you can’t even beGIN to describe the horror you felt when you saw this one LANKY IDIOT NAPPING IN THEM

honestly you didn’t even realize he was wearing a very expensive white dress shirt and black slacks that CLEARLY looked royal

plus his family emblem was on the blazer thrown to the ground beside him

you’re sooOOoooO ready to give this flower killer a piece of your mind

and as the gardener of course you’re carrying a bucket of water and you’re just,,,,,,SO ready to go fight this person who’s destroying your children

and how else but to dump all the water on him?

at first jeonghan’s like kSDHGAKLJDS what the

and then he looks at you and he just kinda,,,,,,,,,,,oh what,,,,,,,,,,,,

and now you’re like kAKJSDHGAKJSDHG because did you really just pour like three liters of water onto the PRINCE

and jeonghan WANTS to be angry because now he has to go back to the palace to change and the time he has for his naps has been reduced

but he just,,,,,,,,,,can’t seem to get angry because you look???? so scared asdkhgkasd

you immediately get on your knees bowing like asdkjhgkljsHDAGSD IM SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS YOu and you’re rambling on about how you got a lot little annoyed at how someone was ruining your hard work without a second thought

jeonghan’s like IT’S OKAY i’ll just go get changed pls get up;;;;;;; i didn’t realize how important these flowers were

your eye twitches because,,,,,,,,,did he just imply that those flowers are unimportant,,,,but you don’t say anything because you already almost lost your job

jeonghan knows all the palace staff by name and face so,,,,,he felt pretty disappointed in himself when he realized he couldn’t put a name to your face

he asks his mom about you that night and she’s just kind of like celebrating with his dad because F I N A L L Y they meet

(jeonghan in the back: what)

she tells him that you’re the only gardener so you rarely have any free time

she also mentions about you being childhood friends with butler!joshua

jeonghan almost runs joshua down the next time he sees him but joshua’s like I’M HOLDING YOUR MOM’S BEST TEACUPS D O N O T TOUCH ME

when jeonghan asks joshua about you during his break joshua’s just like //insert suspicious face// why do you want to know

and then when jeonghan tells him about what happened josh’s like LOL you called their flowers unimportant man rip your chances with them

jeonghan: but they’re????just flowers/???????

joshua: don’t say i didn’t warn you

joshua advices jeonghan to offer you some help (even if you might reject it,,,cause it’s the thought that counts right????)

at first jeonghan’s like,,,,a little hesitant because his already limited break time is being cut even shorter and he knows like,,,,,nada about gardening

and the suspicious look in your eyes didn’t help his confidence at all

you end up agreeing anyways, and to start off, you have him fetching water for you

he’s like lowkey shocked at how heavy one bucket of water is but you’re just?????carrying two with no problem (and he swears that there’s a skip in your step like,,,,where do you find the energy to do this all day???)

his parents are also like !????? because a) that’s the crown prince,,,,,,following behind this gardener carrying buckets of water and b) did you really just,,,,,,agree without hesitation or putting thought into it????

they’re supportive of it though

like you’d think that the king and queen would be super against the crown prince doing any manual labor?

but no. not jeonghan’s parents. they’re super supportive because!!!!!their favorite (only) gardener can finally take it a little bit easier!!!!

at first you honestly feel like jeonghan’s not going to do as well as you expect because your expectations are sooooo high but then???? by the third week he’s able to start naming the types of flowers and their meanings, or even knowing exactly how much water the flowers beside the oak tree need (and by exactly i mean to the millilitre)

eventually you allow him to actually start managing the flowers (pulling out weeds, planting more, etc…)

and his parents are,,,,,,quite shocked to say the least

jeonghan actually finds himself enjoying every second he spends working on the garden (it’s totally not because you’re there)

he’s not going to lie, the first week was Stressful seeing as you refused to take your eyes off him

but he also lives for those moments when you thank him for helping you out or when you compliment him on his knowledge on gardening

in reality, he actually goes to joshua every evening for a lesson (but since joshua’s knowledge on gardening is limited, he eventually hired florist!jihoon from the town to help him out)

when seungcheol found out he straight out laughed in jeonghan’s face, telling him that he was super whipped for this person he barely knew

“i am not whipped!!!!”

“you’re literally taking an hour every day out of your rest time just to learn about gardening to please this person. are they that cute?”

jeonghan’s ears are turning red because yes you are that cute

of course his old nap buddy finds out too since they are childhood best friends

his old nap buddy was like a w e when they found out because “does jeonghan have a crush??”

“we’re not in middle school p l e a s e”

it’s highkey cute though because he eventually becomes comfortable enough with you that when he sees you he literally c r u s h e s you into a hug (you don’t complain because 1: it’s the crown prince asdkgjaskdf and 2: you may or may not have a crush on him,,,,,,,)

after the first time you allowed him to do something other than carrying water you forced him to get older clothes that no one cares about getting dirty

but,,,,,,he didn’t have any because they threw out his old clothes as soon as they became too small so he ends up going to joshua who was like i,,,,,,literally have only my uniform and these jeans and a shirt,,,,,you can go ask seungcheol though?

he ends up going to the town to get some stuff and accidentally binged out and bought four bags worth of clothes

so you and jeonghan end up getting into this routine where he joins you after lunch to work on the gardens and then leaves again in the evening to go eat dinner and do his work

you two don’t spend a lot of time together (the most having been 4 hours), but you get to know each other a little bit from that limited time

you find out who his former nap buddy was and you’re like o h my god. that’s the person who killed their succulent plants every time they got a new one

jeonghan: that’s the one yep

jeonghan actually starts enjoying the time he spends with you so much that he sometimes ends up skipping lunch and dinner (and then at like 8pm when you ask why his stomach has been growling non-stop for the past half hour he’s like NO REASON nope none at all)

he just really likes spending time with you like he doesn’t even care that he’s getting mud under his nails, or scars from the thorns on the roses

“scars are manly!!!”

“jeonghan you cried for half an hour and refused to use any bandaid other than the spongebob ones that joshua carries around”

you always feel really bad because now jeonghan refuses to let you do the hard work but you’re just like jeonghan i’m the gardener this is my job i get paid to do this work

suddenly though jeonghan just stops??? coming???

you think that maybe he’s just sick but after a week you’re like ?????????????

they even closed off one section of the garden and you’re like ))): because that was the section that you had wanted to save until you could decorate it to your own style and now they’re going to renovate it ))))))):

except no they’re actually not

it’s actually a surprise from jeonghan for you because he knows that you wanted to make that section your own little personal garden but you just never have time

and the past two, three months that he spent with you was enough time for him to figure out what you wanted

he recruits the help of seungcheol, chan, jihoon, and joshua (when they’re not busy) and the five of them are spending literally hours upon hours trying to perfect it

when jeonghan placed the orders with jihoon he almost fainted because !!!!! it’s literally impossible to find bird of paradise flowers in this part of the world

but jeonghan was firm with what he wanted and he told jihoon to just place the order under the king’s name (to which his dad was like “why did i receive three truck loads of flowers yesterday???”)

his dad was okay with it though,,,as long as jeonghan paid for it

you kind of,,,,,give up trying to find jeonghan after the second week because the rare chances that you did see him he literally sprinted the other way and you were like,,,,,,what,,,,,

you tried asking joshua about it but he refused to tell you anything and you were like!!!!!i grew up with you what do you mean you CAN’T TELL ME JOSHUA HONG DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME

a month later you’re approached by seungcheol and joshua and you’re like ( ≖.≖) at joshua who’s just like LISTEN you gotta trust us

you follow them outside and towards the area that was closed off and you’re like ???? why were they building a glass -oH THAT’S A GREENHOUSE

and you’re sooo confused?? until you get inside and realize,,,it’s a mini palace

literally because there are ROOMS for each of the types of plants like,,,there’s a room for the tropical ones where the humidity is kept higher than those that need a drier environment

you’re like watching joshua and seungcheol try and hide their smiles and you’re just like teLL me what’s going on aksdhgaklsdf

they lead you through the maze of flowers (you swear that it did not look this big from the outside) and you get to the end and jeonghan’s there

and he’s like,,,,,,,dressed up as if he’s at a party

and you suddenly feel super underdressed cause,,,,you’re wearing an old oversized shirt and muddy overalls,,,

seungcheol and joshua leave you two and you’re just like ??is something the matter

jeonghan tells you that he knows how much you wanted to make your own little garden but you never have time so,,,,he decided to do it for you

and at first you’re like aksdhgkjSHLGADSGJ what and he’s like oh,,,,did you want to do it yourself????? )))):

but you’re like nooo!!!! that’s not it,,,,i’m just shocked,,,,

you’re just like a mixture of confused and also lowkey kinda touched because,,,,,he really paid attention to the details and he remembered what flowers you liked,,,,and went out of his way to get them too

you ask him why he did this and he turns red like his ears are so red that you could literally hold a tomato up beside it and it’d be the same color

for a minute it looks like he’s trying to find the words to say and you’re like,,,,,is something the matter?

but then he says “will you be my nap buddy from now on?”

and you’ve known jeonghan long enough to understand exactly what he means by that so you’re like alksdhgakljsdhgKJLSDHAGLDS i would,,,,love to,,,,,except you know i can’t actually take naps,,,,,,right?

and throughout the entire conversation jeonghan just seemed really tense

but as soon as you said yes his entire body just relaxed and he smiled reaaaally really wide like y’know that really pretty smile? yeah that’s the one

when you see that smile you’re like “even with all these flowers, you’re still the prettiest”

and jeonghan’s so red he’s literally STEAMING at his ears asdhgkajlsdf

the next day when you run into joshua he’s like grinning really wide and you’re just like i’m still mad at you >:(

the king and queen hear about it like that very day because,,,,,it’s not like they had to deal with the massive amount of flowers that were ordered or anything,,,,,

jeonghan basically forced you to let him hire jihoon to help you out with the garden because “i can’t be having my future spouse dying early”

despite jihoon having been one of the people who originally helped jeonghan with the greenhouse, he’s actually not allowed to help with taking care of the flowers inside it

it’s kind of like yours and jeonghan’s little secret (even though it’s not a secret but it still feels,,,,nice to have that one spot for just the two of you)

and o f course jeonghan,,,,managed to sneak in a mattress and some pillows and a blanket to put in the corner for the two of you to nap at

when you officially meet jeonghan’s childhood best friend (aka vernon’s partner), you give them a giant book titled “Easy Plants for Beginners” and a ten minute lecture on how not to kill them (you even had notecards and everything prepared)

jeonghan on the side: that’s the love of my life right there

even though you keep telling jeonghan that you refuse to take naps during work he still manages to convince you to take a 20 minute nap

which ends up turning into 2 hours

he’s honestly willing to do anything for you,,,,i mean he gave up sleep to build you an entire garden askdghaskldf how much softer can someone get right?

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forkanna · 5 years ago

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NOTE: ¥100 is roughly $0.90 US, for Americans who don't want to have to stop reading and google, which I totally understand. Just approximate ¥100 =$1 for somewhat close conversion purposes.

Also, this is where the story really begins to take off. The setup is complete: let the yuri begin!

CHAPTER FOUR

~ x The Priestess x ~

Less than two hours later, I was sitting nervously on a bed in Dogenzaka. Love Hotel Hill. The last place I ever expected to find myself.

Just in case you don't know about it - which I doubt, Sis - that's where all young couples go when they need a night to themselves. Or just a few hours. Maybe the problem is a messy apartment, maybe it's parents… maybe it's just very thin walls in their building. Either way, love hotels do a lot of business - and that little corner of Shibuya plays host to the highest concentration of them in Tokyo. Finding one that would rent to me for a couple of hours without me already having the second person in tow was the easy part, and only cost me ¥3000.

Especially easy considering my disguise.

The hardest part was actually making the phone call. It took every ounce of courage I had, especially because I would be disguising my voice - which was something I didn't have a lot of experience doing. The memory of the call was still fresh in my mind…

"Housekeeping Service Victoria! What can we do for you today, sir?"

"Um… can I have… a maid?" Did I mention I was also the most nervous I had ever been in my life?

"Sure," the woman on the other end giggled. "That's what we're here for! Do you have a special request, or would you like me to describe a few of our top-rated maids and what services they can help you with?"

"I want Miss K-" That had been a close one. "W-what I mean is, do you have a maid named Becky?"

"Oh! I can certainly transfer you to Becky and see if she's available! One moment please."

Some pleasant, inoffensive harpsichord music played in the background until the transfer connected. The entire time, I had been sweating bullets, practicing making my voice even deeper.

"Hiiii! You've reached Becky! How may I help you today, meow?"

"Two hours. How much?" The less I said, the better.

"That will be ¥10000! Are you sure you need me for two hours, Master? I might be able to get all my work done in half that time!"

"Yes." Her calling me 'master' was already giving me nausea. But I tried to power through; I had to know what she was doing. After all, sweet Ann had given me half the money to request her, so the least I could do was follow through. "Hotel Juliet. Here is the address…"

And that was that. She didn't even waste a second hesitating when I gave her the address of a love hotel; just took it in stride. Which already seemed to be confirming my worst fears, but I told myself that I wouldn't back down or make any more assumptions; that would be even worse than confirming the truth.

So I made the room the tiniest bit messy while I waited for her. Then I sat on the bed, shaking like a leaf and sweating bullets. Right up until I heard the knock at the door.

"Housekeeping!" she called in a sing-song.

"Come in!" She came in. And already, I really wished she hadn't.

My Japanese language teacher stood before me wearing the same frilly black-and-white French maid outfit. What parallel universe did I step into?! Her hair was up in pigtails that hung down to her shoulders - or rather, it was a wig. No way her natural hair was long enough for that. A layer of foundation helped to conceal the very slight signs of ageing, making her passable for 21 or similar. Not that I knew how old she really was.

"It is nice to meet you, Master," she said with a playful curtsy. Really, I didn't think curtsies could be playful, but she did it.

"Good evening," I attempted in my best impression of a male voice.

"My my myyyeeow, but you're so handsome," she buttered me up with a flutter of her mascaraed eyelashes. "I'm such a lucky girl that you'll let me get covered in dust for you!"

"Th-thank you." Was I really handsome, though? My disguise was pretty believable. Ann helped me a lot with it, especially doing the stage makeup that made me look like I had a five o'clock shadow. But it was the big bushy mustache and having my shoulder-length hair stuffed up into fedora that made me look different enough that my teacher might not notice.

She stepped out of her Mary Janes and paced a little closer away from the door. "So! Let's just take care of that silly fee and we can get started right away! Victoria said you would pay in person?"

"Oh! Right, um…" Quick as I could, I fished out ¥10000 and handed it over. A double-shift for her. She pocketed it immediately, not even batting an eye. How many times had she done this?

"Thanks sooooo much! You're the best, Master! What can Becky do for you today?"

"U-um, well… get started on this mess. Then we can relax." That sounded really cheesy and sleazy, but it was the best I could do.

"Of course," she said with a huge wink as she fished a laminated card out of her apron pocket. "You can check this out while I get started! Should only take me a few minutes!"

I accepted it without really thinking, then watched numbly for a moment as she began to tidy up the pillows and sheets I had strewn around the floor. Humming a little tune as she worked. Finally, I decided the card might actually be important and took a look.

Hello, Master! Thank you for using Victoria Housekeeping Service! My name is BECKY ! I'm happy to do whatever you need!

Standard services include:

-Sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting -Making beds/Airing out futons -Laundry -Light cooking -Conversation

Premium services (additional charge):

-Dancing alone ¥500 -Dancing together ¥500 -Lap kitten ¥1000 -Lap pillow ¥1000 -Tucking you in ¥1000 -Stocking removal ¥1000 -Keep stockings ¥5000 -Foot/neck massage ¥1000 -Deep back massage ¥2000 -Health Massage ¥5000 (Note: maid may refuse at any time) -Health Kiss ¥10000 (Note: maid may refuse at any time)

Prohibited requests:

-Pictures -Kissing the maid -Touching the maid without explicit permission, with any part of the client's body or objects under their control

Our maids are very important to Victoria! Please treat me with kindness and care! ❤

That had me reeling. Just that Miss Kawakami had to specify that nobody was allowed to touch her without her permission… this was her life after school was out. Being constantly hit on by men who had her all alone in their houses. She must have spent a lot of time hating herself on the inside. I had to wonder if that contributed to how weary she always looked, beyond simply being tired. But then I saw the fine print at the bottom of the card:

Our employees (maids) are not prostitutes and are not allowed to participate in sexual intercourse with unspecified persons. Violators of this policy will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. All names and locations of clients are noted in our records and employees who do not report in are treated as victims of crime and the clients as the responsible parties until proven otherwise.

Well… at least there was that.

"Soooo," my temporary maid asked as she picked up the condoms I had dumped out of the bedside table drawer - which I now was horrified about since I hadn't even noticed what they were before, "my master seems to have been very messy just for meeee. Was there another reason you called our service?"

The twinkle in her eye when she winked at me said it all: this was a love hotel. Even if I somehow partied so hard in two hours that I trashed the room, no way would I need to call a separate maid when the hotel staff would take care of that.

"L-lonely," I grumbled, trying to seem standoffish.

"Awwww, that's okay. I offer a lot of premium services, but… if you just wanna talk, we can talk. Becky doesn't mind at all." She finished putting them away, then straightened and folded her hands in front of her lap, waiting patiently for my response. Obediently.

"Um…" Glancing back down at the card, I looked up and asked, "K-keep stockings?"

Only when her eyebrows went up did I realise what that meant. But she was already recovering from her brief surprise and saying, "Master, you really want to keep my stockings? I'm so honoured!"

"W-wait, no, I…" Clearing my throat, desperately trying to deepen my voice again, I tried to play it off. "Maybe later. First… what is 'dancing alone'?"

"Ohhh. Oh, I see - you're just trying to decide what you like on the menu. Do you want a little sample?"

At first, I thought she meant a sample of the stockings. Was she going to cut off a piece?! But then she started doing a little sexy dance - nothing extremely lewd, but it definitely made my pulse speed up slightly. Was this really happening? My teacher was dancing for me - like a stripper without the stripping part! But it was over after only about ten seconds, and then she was giggling and covering her mouth.

"Dancing alone… got it. Very nice." As she bowed, an idea suddenly occurred to me. "Tell me about Becky." Maybe if I asked, she would reveal a little bit about herself. Or I would get some made-up story about this character she had invented. Either way, at least she wouldn't be sitting in my lap or any of those things.

"Sure! May I sit here?" When I nodded, she sank down onto the bed next to me, hands folded neatly on her lap. "Do you like Japanese maids, or Western maids?"

"Japanese?"

"Alrighty. So, Becky used to be a little girl whose father liked Western movies. That's how she got such a funny name! And she always dreamed of serving others, making them feel good. She didn't always know how she wanted to do that, but…" She leaned a little closer, and my heart pounded louder in my chest. "Then she one day realised that if she took this job, she would meet Master someday."

"Huh?" Her face was even closer, and my fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly as I fought the instinct to back up. "Me?"

Her nod was completely sure. "My master was going to be the best master. And he would take care of me like I take care of him. That's all Becky ever wanted out of life." Similarly, her smile was warm, and kind. "And I will do whatever I can to make him happy. Okay?"

"Okay. I m-mean… yeah."

"Good!" she sat back with a wider smile, and I let out a sigh of relief. Definitely a made-up story, just to make the client feel gratified in some way. How different listening to that had been from listening to one of her lectures in class; it was like she really was a completely different person.

"Becky," I began as I thought about the list. What was something I could order? I already booked her for two hours, so now I had to find something to do that would fill that time. "What is, um… Health Kiss?"

This shift was obvious, and I could almost reach out and touch the change in atmosphere. Miss Kawakami's eyes dulled for a moment, and she looked through me rather than at me. She took a couple of little breaths. Then a much less genuine smile reappeared on her face - though it might have fooled most of her hornier, less perceptive clientele.

"It's something very special. Becky only gives that to her best Masters, if she can. Sometimes she can't. Is… is that alright with Master?"

"Yes!" I told her right away, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I… it's okay. I just was curious." Definitely something sexual. That was as much as I really needed to find out, but now I felt awful for asking. My teacher was a Delivery Health professional, even if those services were limited to two sexual acts, apparently.

"Of course. Master can ask whatever he wants!" A little of the genuine cheer started to come back, but she was still shaken. "Well, what can we do? I like talking with Master, but it's okay if Master wants something more from Becky. Even just…" She gestured around. "You don't happen to have a broom, do you?"

"No." I thought frantically. Literally everything on the list of special services intimidated me; how was I supposed to let her sit on my lap? Or massage me?! She would feel my curves underneath the random boy clothes! My finger tapped the stockings. "Are you hot in those?"

Kawakami shrugged a tiny bit. "A little, but I want to look nice for Master. Unless… Master wouldn't mind seeing me without them…?"

"Yes. I… wait." I glanced at the card again, then nodded to myself and fished out another bill. There went my allowance… "Here."

She took it and put it with the rest. None of the standard services besides talking were open to me in a random hotel room, and I was running out of things to say. This was the lesser of the evils; taking off her stockings and the sexy dancing were the only premium ones that didn't involve me, so I thought one of those was probably the smartest move. And at least all this would mean was seeing her legs, and I had seen plenty of girl-legs. It wasn't going to matter to me.

How wrong I was.

"Oooh, I really am hot," she giggled as she began running her hands up and down the outsides of her thighs. "Master had me work so hard to clean the room that now… Becky's so warm…" She bit her bottom lip as she slid her hands up her skirt…

This was unbelievable. Both that I was watching Miss Kawakami strip for me, and that it was affecting me. My heart rate was up, my palms tingling, my head buzzing like it was full of bees. She was a woman! She was my teacher! What on earth was wrong with me?!

Barely an inch of skin became visible beneath the hem of the skirt where it rested above her knees when she fixed me with a level stare. "Master…"

"Huh? What?!" Then I cleared my throat, made my voice more 'butch' again. "I mean… is there a problem?"

"You paid to take them off," she breathed throatily, fluttering her lashes again. "Don't you want to?"

Oh no. I thought I was just paying for her not to be wearing tights anymore. Not for the 'pleasure' of taking them off myself.

"It's alright? I mean… I'll be touching you."

"It's what my Master wants, so of course it is. But I trust you not to let those greedy hands go anywhere!" She admonished me with a wagging finger and a big grin, as if we were joking around; we both knew I wasn't going to do any such things. How laughable!

But there was a pinprick of fear in her eye. She was probably always worried she would get a client who didn't understand the way things worked.

"N-no, ma'am," I said automatically. That did get her blinking a few times, but I quickly followed up with, "This is all I want."

And I leaned down and began to push them off. At first, I tried to do it without really touching her, but I looked stupid and she chuckled a little. It was probably 'cute'. So then I pet along her legs a little before trying again, my grip firmer as I began to pull them down.

"Careful!" she warned me. "You'll tear them if you go too fast. Besides… this is all for you. Take your time! I want Master to have as much fun as he wants with my stockings."

Would this nightmare never end?! Not only did I have to do this now that I paid for it, or else she would figure out something was up, but I had to take my time and 'enjoy myself' - even though what I really wanted was to run screaming from Hotel Juliet as fast as my legs could carry me. Trying to take the safe option, I had gone from watching my teacher strip to stripping my teacher in a matter of seconds. Whoops.

Kawakami did have great legs; clean-shaven and smooth, like she spent a lot of time moisturising. It was easier than I expected to whisper, "Very nice."

"Thank you, Master." She scooted back a little further on the bed as I sat back to get the opaque white fabric moving down along her calves. They were heavily-perfumed, probably just for this reason. And the perfume was nice… but I could catch the vaguest hint of something else underneath the floral scent. Probably her natural scent.

Not that I wanted to think about it. Not that I wanted to do this at all.

"Silly Master," she giggled as I teased the fabric back and forth around her ankles, milking the moment. Now it was more because I didn't know what I was going to do once it was over. Rub my face on them? Pet her legs? Just put them on the bed and lock myself in the bathroom? The last one sounded fantastic at this point.

"Am I?"

"Yes." She booped my nose with her big toe and I couldn't help smiling. Why was that so cute? Why was any of this cute?! "Becky's happy you're having fun with her!"

Though I didn't forget to pitch my voice low, I ended up telling her very honestly, "I guess I am. Wow." Then I refocused and slid the stockings the rest of the way off.

"Oh myyyyy. I guess Master has to see Becky's feet now." Somehow, the tone of her voice made it very clear that she was fishing… because she was. Did she think I had a thing? Her little toes began to 'walk' up the front of my button-up and blazer, heading for my neck, but at a snail's pace. I could stop her very easily. She just wanted to find out what I was curious about and if she could cater to those needs in small ways.

"Guess so." I caught them and held on to keep them from moving higher. "I don't mind at all."

Again, she blinked in surprise, her mood shifting. But she seemed a lot more flattered than fearful this time. "You know… if Master decided he wants a Health Massage after all, Becky could use these…" Her toes flexed in my hands. "If you're patient with me. Becky hasn't tried that before."

"I'll keep that in mind," I hedged, trying not to mentally picture whatever that would be. The idea of sitting here, helping my teacher take off her clothes while she called me 'Master' was already enough to short-circuit my brain; I didn't need additional elements.

But then I was distracted for a second. Kawakami was calculating. I knew that look from you, Sis; when you have a case weighing heavy on your mind, it always happens before you either come up with a new angle for a lead, or work through a puzzle that had been giving you a hard time. Then…

Then she knelt down on the floor, suddenly filling my vision. Glancing down, I could see her cleavage — and forced myself to look back into her chocolatey eyes instead.

"M-miss… Becky…"

"Becky will stop if you want," she whispered very quietly. "But if you can pay the fee… Becky thinks she would like to help her master be more healthy. Take care of… whatever he needs." Her hand fell to pet up and down my side…

That was how the game changed. Suddenly it wasn't just about her body being real, and sensual, in a way no one else's had ever been in my eyes - despite my efforts to prevent that. Now she had awakened mine. And even knowing that it was a specific, intentional, targeted attempt to make me give in and pay her that ¥5000… well, I had never been in a position like this before.

"I don't know," I managed to get out, trying to back up but failing to do it well enough - or quickly enough - to convince her. "I might not… be ready."

"I think you're ready," she whispered as her hand slid up the inside of my thigh. "But don't worry. Becky will do whatever it takes to make you… feel…"

Her hand went higher than I expected that soon after she started. And this, more than anything else, sent pure shock into her wide eyes.

"…healthy?"

To Be Continued…

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13 Going on 30 AU Bruce x Reader

Hey guys. Sorry that I haven’t been active for the past 3 weeks. I promise to keep posting more! ♥ But here it is, the 13 Going on 30 AU with Bruce Banner. Feedback is much appreciated ^^

Word Count: 2,789 (Phew that’s a lot for a little beginner like me)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own 13 Going On 30! BUT I did adjust some things so they wouldn’t be as similar to the movie. Also yes, I know in the movie, young Jenna is 13 in the 80′s, so for this fanfic, the young reader and Bruce are in the year 2000 and were born in 1987.

I/N = Incorrect name (for this instance, they are pronouncing your name wrong)

Y/D/N = your dads name

Y/F/C = Your favorite color

“Move it, nerd.” Some kid shoved you.

As you took your seat in front of the blue screen in the gym, the photographer took your ticket from you.

“Keep your back straight.” You did has he told. “Put your book on your lap and look at the camera, okay? Nice smile.”

‘Freakin weirdo, telling me my smile is nice.’’ you thought, as you mentally rolled your eyes at him.

“Swing around this way a little bit, I/N.” He incorrectly said your name.

“It’s Y/N.” You annoyedly corrected him.

“Look over here, I/N.” How rude, it’s like he didn’t even hear you.

“It’s Y/N.” you half yelled at him.

___

“Oh, no.” You said to yourself, this can’t be happening, he took your photo while you were corrected him, so you had your lips outward while you were saying your name to correct him again. As you were walking out of school your best friend Bruce came from behind you with a camera above your head.

“Say cheese.” Bruce said next to you whilst taking the photo of the both of you.

“Bruce, please. No more pictures.” You stated as you walked with him.

“It’s your 13th birthday, We gotta document it.” Bruce smiled at you as you looked down at your photo in disappointment. As soon as he saw your disappointed face, he grew worried and asked what was wrong.

“It’s just my photo. I look horrible, now i’ll never be apart of the Six Chicks.” you sighed in disappointment, now hiding your photo from everyone.

“You’re better than those fake things, Y/N.” Bruce looked at you while you looked ahead.

“I know, but I wanna be the best. That’s why- quiet Bruce, they’re coming this way.” You hit his chest in a playful manner as to not hurt him. “Hey Dee-Dee.” You smiled up at her and the rest of the Six Chicks behind her.

“Hey, Y/N.” She looked you up and down.”Hi, Greenie. How’s everything down in the forest?” As Dee-Dee laughed, so did you. Bruce looked disgusted as he looked at you, laughing along with her joke.

“So how’d yours come out, N/N?” Dee-Dee pointed at your photos.

“Not so good. How about yours Dee-Dee?” You asked, trying to avoid showing her your pictures.

“Yeah, mines aren’t so hot either.” She stated as she showed you her pictures right in front of her face.

“Gosh, you’re so photogenic, Dee-Dee.” Just like the rest of the Six Chicks, you awed at her picture.

Getting annoyed at how fake you were being Bruce said, “I’ll meet you out front.”

“Do whatever you want, it’s not like she needs a play-by-play.” Dee-Dee bullied Bruce.

“Freakazoid.” Insulted Bruce, as he walked away from you both.

“See you.” You said as he walked outside.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a tiny sec?” As she pulled you away from the group to talk to you in private. “I told Harry Osborn, me and the Six Chicks were going to the party, and he said he wanted to come with.” Dee-Dee whispered for only you to hear.

“Really?” You asked in disbelieve. Harry Osborn, a freshman in high school wanted to come your party!? The hottest guy alive?!

“Yeah, it’s too bad we can’t make it, we really wanted to.” She stated in a loud voice now. “Didn’t we girls?” Dee-Dee asked the group behind her.

“Yea, totally.” They all agreed to Dee-Dee.

“Miss. Pepper, is up our ass with this group project, and Harry is helping us out with the project, so he can’t come either.” Dee-Dee sadly said sarcastically. You didn’t hear the sarcasm since you were so brainwashed by how much you wanted to be like her.

Since you wanted Harry to come to your party sooooo much, you offered that you could do their project for them.

“Amaz-balls, see you soon.” She blew you a kiss a a gift for doing her project.

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As you were nearing your home with Bruce, he asked you a question.

“Why did you invite those clones?” He was talking about the Six Chicks.

“Because they’re my friends.” You stated as it should be obvious to him.

“Six Chicks are not your friends, okay?” Bruce retaliated.

“Well almost, and someday i’ll be a Six Chick.” You smiled up at him, knowing you’ll be one soon.

“There’s six of them. That’s the point. There can’t be a seventh Six Chick.It’s just mathematically impossible.” Bruce argued back, making sure you know how to count.

“You’re cooler than they are. They’re unoriginal.” Bruce stopped in front of both of your houses. That was such an advantage, having your best friend live right next door to you.

“I don’t want to be original. I wanna be cool.” You looked at him with a smile.

“Want some Razzles?” Bruce asked, pulling out a bag of Razzles from his front pocket.

“Razzles are for kids.” You smiled at him knowing where this is going.

“Exactly.” Bruce put out his hand to put one Razzle in his hand and extending the bag towards you to put one in your hand. You both popped them in your mouth as you walked to your separate homes.

“Arrivederci.” Bruce said his usual goodbye.

“Au revoir.” You said in your worst French. As you walked towards your house, without you knowing, Bruce picked his camera up from around his neck and took a photo of you.

____

While you were putting on your makeup, your favorite band came on t.v., you got up and walked towards your t.v., to see Justin Timberlake’s face, as you got on your knees to kiss the screen, your parents came in with your dad holding the camera, and you looking at them in disbelief getting up from your position.

“Happy birthday, sweetie!” They said in unison.

“Tell us your life as a teenager.” your dad asked as they got closer. “What are you doing?” She asked pointing at your chest. “Are you wearing a bra?” She got closer to you.

“Go away!” You pushed her away as you sat on your bed angrily.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” She asked concerned. “Y/D/N. Self image.” She told your dad, pretty much telling him to get out the room. As he walked out, your mom dug up the tissues you used on your chest , and threw them away in the nearby bin.

“Y/N, it’s going to be alight.” Your mom tried reassuring you.

“It’s not, mom. Look at me!” You cried to her, pointing at your face and chest. “This is not okay, it’s fatal!” You yelled at her, hinting that being flat chested is not okay at your age.

“It’s not fatal, honey. It’s realistic.” She assured you by hugging you.

“I hate my life.” you got up from your position on the bed, walking towards the magazines you have on your white vanity. Looking at them in awe, how could these women look so pretty and get paid for it?

Your mom looked from behind you looking at your awed face, wishing you didn’t compare yourself to the magazine models. She really has to stop buying you those magazines. “You don’t look like the girls on the Shield magazine, but you’re beautiful in your own way.” She brushed your hands with her fingers, looking at you as you still looked at the magazines in front of you.

“I don’t want to be beautiful in my own way, I wanna look like those people.” You pointed out the girls on the magazine and the cut-out models around your mirror that you taped up.

“Oh those aren't people, honey. Those are models.” She stated the obvious.

“‘Thirty, flirty and thriving. Why the 30’s are the best years of your life.’” You read from the latest magazine that arrived earlier today. “I wanna be thirty.” You sadly sighed. Just being 30 is all you wished you were right now.

“Oh you will be. But right now, you're my beautiful thirteen year old daughter.” Your mom said as you looked up to her and hugged her. The minute she walked out your room, is the minute you started stuffing your chest with tissue to have the effect of boobs.

____

While you were dancing to the Macarena by yourself in the basement, Bruce came down and surprised you.

“ Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bruce said while holding a big brown box.

“Oh my gosh, Bruce.” You went to help Bruce with the box as he set it down on the nearest table.

“This is just part one of your present. I’ve got something else to give you later.” Bruce smiled down at you while you waited patiently for him to finish so you could open up your present.

“What is it?” You were excited, wanting to know what it is as you and Bruce kneeled down on the ground to open your present.

“You know how you always wanted a Barbie Dream House?” He asked you as you bobbed your head up and down fast. “Well, I decided to make you your own Y/N dream house.” He said as he unwrapped the bow for you to open the box.

As all four sides fell open, you looked at the Y/F/C house of your dreams. You wanted to cry, but you put so much effort on your makeup that you held back the tears.

“Did you make this yourself? Oh Brucy.” You couldn’t stop looking at your very own house.

“Yea. See that’s you in your bubble bath, reading your favorite magazine. And that’s your bedroom with a massive stereo with every CD ever made, the good ones of course.” As he pointed towards your bedroom in the small house. “And there’s that bum, Justin Timberlake loafing on the couch. And there goes me, to make sure the creep keeps his hands to himself.” He pointed towards the living room where Justin is sitting on the couch drinking a Coke, while Bruce's figuren pointed at Justin with a scowl.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Wishing dust.” He pointed out as he withdrew a bag of wishing dust from his back pocket, and ripped open the bag to pour the wishing dust over the roof of your dream house. “It says, ‘This wishing dust knows what's in your heart of hearts. It'll make all your dreams come true.’” Bruce read off the package.

♪Ding Dong♪

“Oh, they're here.” You told yourself, as you got up.

“What do we do?” Asked Bruce as he also stood up. You looked around the wondering where you could put your dream house.

“Oh, my gosh. Bruce, I’m just going to put this away okay? It’s to have more room to dance.” As you looked at the closet, you grabbed the house and put it up on the top shelf of the closet so it won't be out in the open for Dee-Dee or Harry to see.

“Put some music on.” You instructed Bruce as you ran up the stairs.

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As you were running towards the door, you saw your dad about to open the door.

“Dad, you promised to stay upstairs. Go!” You pushed him away towards the stairs. You fixed yourself a little as to look presentable for the Six Chicks and Harry.

Once you opened the door, you saw Dee-Dee and the rest of the group. “The party is down stairs.” You stated.

“Amaze-balls.” Dee-Dee said her catchphrase, as she took off her jacket and handed it to you, as the rest of the Six Chicks followed suit and gave their jackets to you to carry. Once the last girl came through the door, you saw a red car pull up in front of your house. Wondering who it was, you saw Harry get out the car, oh, so did his other friends.

_____

As you walked back down the basement towards the party, you hear Bruce's favorite CD mix, and you also see him dancing. Not minding his music, you didn’t say anything.

“What is this?” Dee-Dee asked in disgust.

“I’m not sure, it’s Bruce’s.” You answered. You obviously knew it was his, but you didn’t want to seem like a freak in front of Harry.

“Sorry Greenie, majority rules.” Dee-Dee tilted her head at him as she popped out Bruce’s CD and put on a more mainstream CD you had on the side.

“You’re all hopeless people.” Bruce said in disbelief, Never leaving his eyes off you.

“Nerd.”

“Robot.” He insulted Dee-Dee, not letting himself go. “I’m gonna go next door to get my Casio.” Bruce said standing in front of you.

“Do whatever you want Bruce, I don’t need a play-by-play.” You repeated what Dee-Dee said earlier today at school. Bruce just took that and looked around the room before disappearing going up stairs to get his stuff.

Once Bruce left, Dee-Dee smirked at you.

“Hey, I have an idea, girls.” Dee-Dee said while looking around the room until she looked at you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven. You can go first, because you’re the birthday girl.” She smiled at you.

“How does that one go again?” You asked her, as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck to wrap it around your eyes.

“Well you just go in the closet, and some lucky guy will go in there, and do whatever he want with you for seven whole minutes. And guess who want’s to go first?” She teased you.

“Who?”

“Harry Osborn.” Your heart thumped when you heard his name.

“Before I forget, where is our project proposal?” She asked, scanning around the room for the papers as she pushed you towards the closet door

“On the table.”

“Thanks.”

“Remember, no peeking. Keep that blindfold on. And just so you know, Harry loves going for second base.” Okay now you were really excited. Dee-Dee sat you on the ground in the closet. As you sat down waiting for Harry, Dee-Dee had other plans for you.

Outside the closet Dee-Dee was telling everyone that she could get her brother to buy them beer. While everyone was getting things to take for their own personal party, Bruce came downstairs with his Casio.

“What’s going on” He asked Dee-Dee, as he saw everyone take something from your party.

“Ummm, Y/N is waiting for you in the closet.” She pointed towards the closet while holding the project papers and drink.

Bruce walked towards the door while putting his Casio somewhere and ignoring the noise that Dee-Dee and her group were making as they exited the house. As he opened the door, he saw you sitting down on the ground.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come.” You smiled up at him, not knowing where Harry was. “Where are you?” You reached out for his hands for him to take so you could get up. Once you were on your feet you smiled once again at him, waiting for him to kiss you or something. “Oh Harry.” You half moaned when finally he kissed you. He had such soft amazing lips, they matched perfectly with your own.

As you pulled away from him, you pulled off Dee-Dee’s scarf to reveal Bruce, with the door fully open to see behind him that everyone left. You pushed Bruce out the way to see the full damage HE did.

“Where’s Harry?” You questioned Bruce.

“He’s gone. Everyone left.” Bruce explained.

“What did you do?!” You were fuming mad by now.

“Nothing!” Bruce yelled back, defending himself.

“Yes you did!”

“I just left to get my Casio!” He tried pleading with you, proving he didn’t do anything wrong to ruin your birthday.

“Get out! No!” He tried grabbing your arm so he could try talking to you.

“Wait Y/N, let me talk to you!” He just wanted to explain himself.

“I hate you! I hate me! I hate everyone!” You cried as you ran back towards the closet, slamming it, and sat down the shelf behind you, below your dream house.

“Y/N, let me just sing you this song, it’ll make you feel better, okay?” Bruce said as he picked up his Casio and started playing it. You were ignoring him though, not wanting to see him ever again.

As you were hitting your head on the shelf behind you repeating, “Thirty and flirty and thriving. Thirty and flirty and thriving.” While repeating those words, you felt dust fall on your head, but you paid no mind as you ignored Bruce’s singing and repeating what you were just saying.

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You woke up covered in a satin blanket not seeing anything.

To be continued...

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