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neoskidz · 4 years ago

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17. — MINHO

a/n: fluff | hogwarts!au, slytherin!Minho, gryffindor!yn | >0.5k words

Minho should know better than anyone else to never trust that prankster Gryffindor, Jisung.

Jisung did mean to “practice” some new spell he read from the library on Minho, not to turn the Slytherin into a cute tabby black cat. And now, he can’t stop awing in Minho’s new appearance.

“I think I said the wrong spell.” Minho glared at the Gryffindor, hissing in protest though it didn’t look very threating from Jisung’s point of view. He even calmly added, “Let's be honest, you actually look more adorable and less threaten in this form. Anyone’s heart who looks at you will melt for sure.”

Jisung watch in amusement as Minho scans his own body, sticking out a paw to study his new claws and starts chasing his tail in circles as he notices it dragging behind him out of instincts. When he’s done, the Gryffindor picked him up and went to find Bang Chan in Gryffindor’s common room—he is the only person that can save Jisung’s ass from Minho.

As they enter, Minho couldn’t help but look at the Gryffindor’s common room in awe. Though it didn’t look cooler than Slytherin’s, he still found it comfortable. At that moment, there’s no one in the room except from the two of them (which Minho more prefers than has to be seen by the others in this form).

“I need to find Chan hyung first. Stay here.”

“Meow (You better hurry or else).”

At the same time, you groaned silently in frustration and laid your head on the table, gently resting it against your arms. It’s been an hour since you decided to study for the big test of Potions in your room and yet you found yourself can’t understand anything.

Maybe you need a little break. Yup, a little break from those confusing Potions.

You feel much better as you walk toward the common room until you spot a stray black tabby cat laying on one of the red couches. He is too busy admiring the interior of Gryffindor’s common room to notice your presence.

“What are you doing out here, little one?” He seemed to hear you as he turned his head to you. You walked closer toward the couch and scrunch down to his level. “Where is your owner?”

Gryffindor and Slytherin had been in a never-ending rivalry since the school opened, even though it had calmed down the last couple of years, there were still people who hung onto the preconceptions like they were an extra life. Because of that, many of them can’t stop judging each other based on that preconception before befriend.

Including Minho.

He never meets you before but knows enough that you’re a definition of true Gryffindor, a daring and chivalrous one, plus you quite pretty in his eyes (don't tell Jisung he found you pretty, or else, that Gryffindor might match making you and him), thanks to Jisung’s non-stop blabbering.

Your hand slowly scratch under his chin. Unexpectedly, instead of hissing at you, he purrs, enjoying the nice sensation which makes you smile a little. Minho also surprised by himself.

“Cute.” Said you while kept scratching him. Minho could say the same to you.

“Hurry hyung! He is- oh?” Jisung abruptly stopped dragging Chan to the common room as he saw the scene in front of him, causing the older boy to crashed into him.

“Why you-” Chan looked up and saw you there, sitting on the sofa with a cat on your lap.

It was a rare sight. The two of you seem to busy with your own world to not able to notice the stare from Chan and Jisung.

“The cat on her lap is Minho, right?”

“He seems to enjoy it despite hate being stuck in cat form. Should we tell her?” Jisung looked at you and Minho before turned to Chan.

“Just let him be for a while. When the time comes, he will search for us for sure.”

xxx

Something about Minho was oddly strange lately though you couldn’t specifically point it. Yet, you couldn't pinpoint what's wrong with him right now.

You might don’t know anything about him, but you knew that he was one of the Slytherin who hung onto the preconceptions of Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry like they were an extra life. You had met him a few times in astronomy class and only when he was hanging around Jisung.

He never cared about a Gryffindor like you. So, why? Why did he keep staring at you like a predator?

Did you do something wrong?

“Chan!” The Aussie boy turned his head and saw you running toward him. He was even not able to greet you as you clinging to his arm with worry written on your face.

“Wow, wow, calm down, [Name]. You look like you've been chased by Bloody Baron.”

“Well, except this isn't him.” Your answer got your fellow Gryffindor confused. “Lee Minho. 6 o′clock.”

Chan looked up and saw Minho was not far from them, leaning by the wall with a book in his hand. Minho’s eyes were indeed landed on you before he noticed the look Chan gave him and turned his head away.

“How long he has been doing that?”

“Um.. for a while? Is he still there?” Chan just let out a chuckle. He really couldn’t understand Minho nor the way his mind works. Was this his way to get to know someone?

“Anyway, can I visit the cat from the last time?” You asked Chan about the cat in clueless as you tried to change the topic.

This made Chan’s eyes widen in panic. Never he thought you would ask about the cat again. He completely forgot about the affection you had for the cat version of Minho. He looked away from you while thinking a way to explain to you about it. Moreover, the source of this trouble was nowhere to be found.

“About that… you're not gonna like this.”

xxx

You didn’t know how to react to this information. At the same time, you finally understand why Minho acted so weird around you lately. And thanks to that too, you had been avoiding your friends in the astronomy tower for a while now.

You want nothing than to be alone to recollect yourself. But, someone seemed couldn’t understand that.

“Why are you here?” You looked at Minho as the lad walked to sit beside you by the window. He just sit there without saying anything, eyes looking at everywhere except your eyes. He felt bad for making Chan and Jisung to not telling you the truth about the black cat you saw in Gryffindor common room.

“How do you know I’m here?” You asked him another question though you know Chan or Jisung probably was the one who told him.

“Jisung. Whenever he was hanging out with me, he would often talk about you.”

“That kid sure can’t shut his mouth,” You chuckled. “Is there anyone else know about this? Y’know, except Chan, Jisung, and me.”

“Fortunately, there isn’t.”

“Gosh, I can’t believe I just make myself look like a fool.”

“You’re not. Anyone in your shoes will probably do the same thing, maybe worse than that.”

For once, you found yourself could talk comfortably with Minho. Which was kinda nice. You couldn’t remember when the last time you able to strike a conversation like this with him. He always gave you the feeling that shout “don’t talk to me” and that was kinda explained why you never bother to know him better like what Jisung did.

Maybe if you two were under different circumstances, it will be a different story. Just like in the muggle novel that your roommate lend you.

“Then, do you mind to tell me what was that staring for? It made me felt kinda uncomfortable back then.”

“I can’t say that staring, princess. It’s more like observing.” You wiggled your eyebrow teasingly. “Let’s just say that time you took care of me in Gryffindor common room, you also took my interest.”

“That’s the weirdest way to know someone, Minho. If it’s not because Chan tells me about the incident Jisung caused, I might think you were trying to murder me.”

“That’s because you kept running away whenever I approached you in class.” Minho pouted in frustration.

Never had he met a girl as difficult as you. And maybe Jisung was right, Minho really able to melt your heart, with and without that cat appearance.

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theworldisstoty · 3 years ago

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Story by N

2/10/21

today I will start my life over again, leaving all the pain behind me.

Good luck my life 🎉"

As I closed my dairy a tall handsome guy sat beside me in the flight and started introducing himself( hello, my name is sam. What's your pretty girl).

Wtf 😒, I didn't even know him and he is talking like we have known each other since we born. He started talking random things when I only replied" hii"😐.

I closed my dairy and put it beside me and put earphone on my ears to stop hearing unless things. I didn't know when I fell asleep because as I woke up, I already arrived to my destination. To avoid him further, I left in hurry from there, gosh that guy 🤦.

Guy: "Weird 🙄. I was just trying to make her laugh because she looked like she was gonna cry anytime.

I am a very tender hearted person, I cannot see people in pain😌.

as she left in hurry, I picked my belongings too. I saw her dairy which was her I suppose. I chatted with her because I like talking with people and she was getting annoyed which exited me more since I also like teasing others. I called her many times but she just didn't listen to and went away by a taxi.( Suits you well, you will regret losing your memory. Let's see what is inside😏)

Dairy: today was my first day at that big University. I hope for nothing would happen there since I read in stories that there are bully who makes others life uneasy.

But nothing like that happened, strange 🙄.

There was a party in the university for all the new and old students. Yeah 🤦, I also went there because I wanted to know people and make friends. I saw that one guy who was hot🤤, suddenly started beating a guy, wtf 😳.

The guy who was getting beaten was a freshman since I also saw him in the principal office with me this morning👀.

I couldn't help but jumped into the fight because of my unbearing personality( today would be your last day as bully🤦).

I adjusted my sleeves and ran towards him. He fell on the ground by the force of my foot slap🤦.

Everybody was shocked but I didn't know why🤷. He didn't say anything to me that night and I left the party after that(I know I am cool 😆).

Soon I learned that he was school no 1 school bully on top of that he was principal son so everyone were afraid of him( oh fuck, this time I definitely had dig up my own grave 😭). I felt a little nervous but stayed strong. After that day, he especially started picking on me. We have our fights whenever we crossed the path.

Sometimes even beating anywhere whenever we hit the limit( you gross, you destroyed my food, I am gonna destroy you today 😡). As a result we always got punishment. We don't care because I was straight A student and he was principal son that's what I thought.

But he was also straight A student. Cound not believe it😅.

It's been almost 2 months like that.

One day he came to my table and started beating the guy who sat with me( you rascal, you dared to sit with my girl😡👊👊).

He was my new friend because he was smart and cute😍.

I tried to stop him but he seemed a different person at that time( holy crap, I didn't know he can be this mad 💢) and beat him to the hospital. I was so angry that I reported him. But things didn't turn out in my favour since he had big influence in people💢.

Unexpectedly, he came to the hospital and apologized which I couldn't understand why🤷. I have been avoiding him since that day. It's been a week now. One day he dragged me in an empty classroom and asked the reason for avoiding him( clay, why are you avoiding me god damn 💢).

When I pushed him away, he kissed me roughly💏. I slapped him hard and tried to run away😑. But got cought of gaurd when he confessed to me( I..i like you ☺️). I couldn't believe in my ear but my heart had different plans🤷.

I also didn't know when I started liking him after that much fighting and harter.

He also told me the reason of beating my friend that he was jealous and angry for giving my attention to someone else rather than him. But he acknowledged his mistake and want to start everything over again but with a different way🎉🎉🎉💃💃💃.

We became friends and I saw his loving and caring sight which made me fell for him, and started dating each other😍.

One day I cought him kissing another girl, why😭. It broke my heart and I ran away.

He must have played with my feelings this time. So disgusting. I stopped going to school and without telling anyone I transferred into a different university to start everything over again😔.

Driver: boss, we arrived

Guy: damn, I was so into reading that forgot the track of time. Intresting personality. See you again ms stranger 😏.

#short story #fiction #my writing #reading #romance #writers on tumblr #writing #bullylife

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antigoneidk · 4 years ago

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Unexpectedly good| h.h.

summary: Getting out of your comfort zone isn’t as bad as it seems, getting to know strangers can be fun. Espesially cute ones.

words count: 3.2+

pairing: harry holland x writer!reader

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first time writing about Harry, but I thought why not?

True love exists they say. You're seeing it all around you as you taking a walk around your neighborhood, you’re reading it through written words late at night sitting on your bedroom floor, you’re hearing through melodies while driving around the city.

But does it last forever?

You also notice people getting their hearts broken, couples married for decades separating their ways, fighting for things they thought they never would. You’re listening to your friends crying, or artists expressing this pain through paintings, poems, even movies with actors playing their roles really well, drifting everyone with their emotions. Promises, vows are getting broken.

And you can help those questions that are always running to your mind: if it doesn’t last forever,then why the hell do we bother with it? Why do we even dragging ourselves into these situations when we could easily just be alone and happy after all? If love means suffer, why do others are still falling in love?

It would never make sense. Are they dumb?

Maybe.

We’ve been taught from early years some rules.

Number one: always be kind to others around you.

Number two: listen to your parents.

Number three: find someone to love.

And is not that they told us to do with words, but somehow they showed us with their actions. Your dad would kiss your mother goodbye before work, or give her presents. Your mum would prepare a fancy dinner for him, usually to thank him for everything he’s done for their family. They would go on dates, spoil each other, “I love you"'s would be heard every now and then. Or after an argument they’ll fall asleep and the next day they’ll get up with smiles on their faces and a forgiving speech already made up.

“My parents are divorced.”

Are they single? No, at least one of then has moved on and met somebody to love.

And that is my point. They got their hearts broken once, why do they risk it for the second time?

“Hey are you okay?” the blonde girl asked next to you, clearly worried.

“Umm yeah? Why are you asking?”

“You have these weird expressions while you’re writing and you scared the shit out of us. Also I’m really curious to know what caused you this” your male friend sipped his iced coffee. You laughed at him closing your notebook leaving your pen inside it and copying his movements. The cold liquid felt hydrating.

“I don’t think you will any time soon baby" you placed your cup at the table. “And to be honest with you, nobody will"

“The disrespect! Girl, we’ve been here for the past two hours and this is the first time you're talking" her voice sounded serious at first, turning to more playful after. They both knew that you were an artistic soul, always with a pen in your hand ready to imprint your thoughts at a paper. Writing meant everything to your existence, the only getaway from the world.

“You need to be more confident with your writing y/n. You are talented and you keep wasting your talent away. Imagine how you can change the world with all your inspirational things you write for us, all of your creative stories that I have no idea how your mind is capable to think of them. And I'm not saying this because I'm your friend, this is my honest opinion”

“And some may say that you are just a hopeless romantic. But I am in awe with you and how you describe feelings that are so difficult to talk about.”

You smiled bright at your friends. “What did I do to deserve friends like you guys?”

“You were just lucky that we felt sorry for you that day at the library” he took your hands into his and turned to the girl next to you, that had wrapped her arms around your torso and had placed her head to your shoulder. “Do you remember how lonely she looked?”

“Ouch"you said moving your hand towards your heart playing it hurt. “Oh my Gosh, was I like this?”you asked biting your lip. It was your first year at a new busy town, with people that looked way cooler that you were, a lifestyle out of your comfort zone. Denying that you didn’t seemed lost would be a lie.

They both nobbed their heads laughing and you covered your face thinking how much you have changed the past few years and even though you still wokred with yourself, you had made progress there.

«I think we should go guys, it's getting late and I have work to do» the man of the group announced, Gigi next to you complaining that he just ruined her night for the dumbest reason «in history»

«Who goes home to do work? Have you lost your mind? Let's go get a drink» she turned to you «Is he crazy?»

«I mean he may have a reason»

«Are you siding with him now? Do you have a boyfriend and you just don't want us to know?»she leaned to his side wanting to learn more curious. Your friend was the person that wanted to know everything about the others, not because of the gossip, she wasn't like that. The reason behind it was that Gigi felt the need to protect her family and close friends from bad situations. And to do that, she pressured others just so they can help her create a picture about them, a guide for her that she might need in the future.

Noel on the other hand seemed more like incurious about his friend's private life. Not that he didn't care, but he would wait for the other with no pressure. He was there for who might needed his help, whenever they felt ready to open up. Lies was the only thing that he couldn't forgive. From anyone.

«I'm gonna kill this bitch I swear» he got up following you that you were already behind them giggling with them.

«You are so annoying Noel» Gigi grabbed you by the arms and made her way to the exit of the cute café you spent your afternoon at. You glanced back at him with curved lips but eyes drowning with tears of laughter, while he was getting up from his chair, laughing with his sweet laugh of his and looking around for things that you might have forgot.

«Oh I'm sorry» you heard your friend apologizing at the same time you crashed with her back. You turned your head at her ready to reassure her, before your eyes met a pair of brown ones.

«It's my fault I wasn't paying any attention» a blonde boy next to him apologized shyly.«Ladies first» they both stepped back making room for the both of you to make your way out. You took a look at the boy that caught your attention at first smiling shyly back at him when you noticed him doing the same. You held onto your friend tightly as you walked away, giggling with her quietly.

«Gigi what was that?» you asked after a while, being sure that none of them would here you.

«I have no idea» she said before slowing her step finally staying still in front of you. «But they looked cute» her eyes made their way behind your back.

«Yes he did» you mumbled taking a look at your shoes. At the very time you realized what words your mouth left out loud you corrected yourself quickly «They were cute yeah..um..where-where is Noel?» you shallowed the inside of your cheeks staring back at her.

«Behind you» she replied with a smirk. «Hey baby y/n forgot her pen there, would you wait for us? Just for a minute?»

«What? No-»

«No she didn't, I checked everywhere. Y/n just search again at your bag»You rolled your eyes and opened your bag, diving your hand into the mess inside just for you to reveal the pen that was missing apparently.

«I can't with you guys sometimes» her walking far from the two of you had you chuckle at your friend, yet thinking that something would have come out of this. But it was just a stranger, a handsome one, that you would never see again. The chances of meeting this man were minimal so you tried to not distract your mind with possible scenarios.

You were curious though. What would have happened if you went back there? Maybe he wouldn't be there, not all people like to enjoy their drinks inside a room with others. Maybe he would have been sitting at a table with the blonde guy talking about his day or problems hat he might have. How will his voice sound like? Or he would be the one listening to his friend.

Or they would be waiting for their girlfriends to come.

It sounded more realistic at that time.

«What happened now?». You grabbbed his arm slowly walking behind the blonde annoyed girl friend of yours. The irritated sound of his voice was showing, tired of her attitude she had the past xouple of minutes.

“She is just a little mad at us, you know she had other plans for tonight. What can I say? We are bad friends I guess" you joked making the boy next to you roll his eyes smiling.

Few days later you found yourself into your little appartment, working at a new assignment that had to be ready in a couple of hours. Your fingers tapping the keyboard faster that lightning, the words showing in front of you in seconds, your mind working nonstop, new ideas popping every now and then out of nowhere.

Three hours later and ten pages were ready to be sent back at your boss. Ten pages fillled with things that only God knew how much you loved them.

The power of art. How art can change someone completely, how people can be reborn, how the prospective of life can turn, how individuals could change into creatures ready to rule the world with their creativity, their visions of a better future.

Your phone rang unexpectedly, the sound of the familiar ringtone disctracting you from checking possible mistakes on your writing. You picked it in your hand, the photo of your blondie friend lit up the screen.

“Hello” you answered happy to hear her after days.

“Hi y/n, what are you-” a loud car horn stopped her from finishing her sentence, voices from far away screaming, a chaos starting to build up. “Watch where you’ re going phycho” you bit your lip curious as her aggressive tone sounded from the other side of the phone.

“Are you okay? Gigi?”

“Why do all idiots get driving license?”

“I don't know babe, let's just pretend that they didn't pay others"

“That's true" she paused for a while and then continued “Yeah anyway, what are you doing?”

“I just finished my article. Do you wanna come over?” you suggested.

“I was thinking if you're interested in meeting at that café we went with Noel” it was only ten minutes away from where you lived, so it worked perfect for you.

“That sounds like a plan”

“Great! I'm gonna be there in twenty minutes so take your time"

“Okay I'll see you soon" you hanged up the call and moved to your closet. The weather was cloudy and windy, unlike the day before. People were walking down the streets holding on to their jackets really tight, so you assumed that it was getting really cold out there, a feeling of sadness covering you from the inside as summer was coming to an end sooner that you'd thought.

Ten minutes after you were outside finally, hugging your body as tight as possible, holding your own jacket, try to protect your self from the cold. Your rapid steps got you to your destination earlier that usual. You opened the door, the warm air hitting your face, the smell of coffee and donuts filling your lungs. You scanned the space around you, an empty table catching your eyesight a few meters away from where you stood. You sat there ans waited patiently for your friend to come and join you. The attention of yours caught the food that was getting ready to be served to customers, looking like the most attractive thing in the universe. I'm getting one of these for sure.

“Sorry for being late. Guess who I bumped into” Gigi interrupted your thoughts as she sat at the chair across you.

“Bratt Pitt?”

“I would have died. Try again I'll give you one more chance”

“Is it a celebrity?” you leaned to her half smiling.

“Nope" she shaked her head and crossed her hands down to her chest, leaning back.

“Then why would I know? Was it your ex?”

“Who sees their ex and smiles like that? Wake up"

“I give up"

“Do you remember the two cute boys we saw here?” she placed her arms at the table. “Yes don't look at me like that. They will be here in a few"

“You invited two strangers? What if their intentions are bad? Have you lost your mind?” you started panicking, yet making sure that you won't drag all the attention to you from the others.

“That would have been fun for your miserable life but no they're not bad. They seemed really nice actually and that's why I told them that we will be here so shut your mouth. And you even said that you liked that brunette boy, you should thank me”

“I never said anything like that Gigi. And I don’t care if they are the nicest people we've ever met, they're still strangers-“

“Not anymore" she lifted her arm and then stood up with a bright smile on her lips. “Um hey guys" she greeted them and then pointed towards you. “This is y/n I told you about" you got up and turned around so you can meet them yourself.

“Harrison" the blonde guy said to you and you smiled back at him.

“Y/n" you shacked his hand politely. He did not seem bad at all and even though you felt sorry for him, it was still irresponsible from her to act like this. You made room for him to pass you and came face to face with the brunette boy.

«I'm Harry» so that's how his voice sounded like.

«I'm y/n. Nice to meet you» he shacked your hand and you couldn't ignore the feelings you got, the warmth, the electricity you felt, the sensation just from the palm of his hand. You sat back down, across your bestfriend and next to Tom.

At first you felt really awkward, compared to Gigi that looked so confident and never stopped talking, moslty about her life, how she ended up in this town, what she's studying, her hobbies. She was a person that had the ability of opening up to strangers real quick, very friendly. She made you feel like home, like she was the big sister everyone wanted. That's how she won a place into your heart, you have always needed a friend like her, and she was at the right place the right time.

«So y/n what do you do in your free time?» Harrison asked.

«Oh..um I write I guess?»

«You have to see what she wrote last week. I admire her talent and I'm sure she will get far one day»

«It's not that big of a deal» you grabbed the cup in front you. «I just love writing about life and things in general»

«I would love to read something of yours» you heard Harry speaking and you turned to watch him. His curls seemed perfect covering a little of his forehead, his cheeks a light red, probably from the heat, his eyes staring back at you.

«You think so?» he caught you by surprise, as mostly the people that learnt about your obsession with writing never actually asked you to read anything from your writings, and maybe there was a chance that this was the reason behind you doubting all of your work. It was a battle that you didn't ask for.

«Yes» his lips turned into a smile, your did to as you couldn't help it. And you met him only half and hour before.

Their stories were interesting. Harrison had a passion for acting and was actually preparing for a really big project that he couldn't share much information for. But your curiosity was loud, you wanted to learn about this job, or how he was able to handle his emotions.

Harry was into photography, a fact that surprised you in a good way, and as you heard him talk about it more as the time went by, both of you gained more confidence and comfort around each other, absorbing plenty of informations.

At this point you thanked your friend for inviting them, and noted to do that in person after. They were truly the nicest people and seemed like two boys that you would totally hang with them anytime.

“This is amazing. I would love to see them one day” you stated. He moved closer to you, his one arm came behind your chair and rested there.

“I'm free for you anytime, as long as I'm gonna read anything, a poem or a story, only of yours”

“You really want to read them? They are not that good” you pointed at Gigi "Don't listen to her"

“You're really cute” he pulled your hair behind your ear “And yes I want to read one of your writings, I know that they will be good, I can already tell how artistic you are and I like that” he really said that? Was this true?

“Hey mate we have to go. Tom is waiting for us" Harrison pushed Harry's arm destroying your little moment, thankfully cause you actually didn't have any answer for his statement. Just questions that he wasn't going to answer.

“Already? He can't wait for a little more?” Harry got up after Harrison as he wore his jacket.”I'm so sorry girls. We'll make up for this I promise you. And I'm gonna bring my work with me just for you" he whispered his last sentence to you, while the other two of the group were talking on their own.

“It's okay don't worry. I'm sure he has a reason for whatever happened"

“No my brother is just a asshole and not responsible but don't let me get started" you laughed for a moment and watched straight at you, Harrison and Gigi hugging each other. They seemed like they got so closed within an hour only. It was unbelievable how she knew exactly what to say to win everyone's heart and mind. “I'm just hoping that I'll be able to see you again"

“Um I hope to as well" you smiled at him goodbye and waved at the two boys, that were walking now outside the café.

“You're lucky that I have Harrison’s number”

“What?”you turned your attention back to her. She was in a really happy mood and it showed not only from her expressions but from her body language as well.

“You dumbass how are you gonna see him again if you can't find him huh?”

She was right.

“I'm sorry for earlier. I was wrong" you apologized, feeling sorry for staying mad at her when all she wanted to do was to get you out of your comfort zone.

“You're still thinking about it? Just tell, how was he? He was cute right?”

After 2 hours of gossip and analyses you were finally back at your safe place, wrapped around with your favorite blanket and your favorite movie on. Everything seemed okay when a message from an unknown number called you back into reality.

‘Hey this is Harry! I forgot to ask your number but I was lucky enough to find it. Goodnight<3'

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he is so cute what the hell?????

#Harry Holland #harry holland x you #harry holland x y/n #harry holland x reader #harry holland fluff #harry holland fic #harry holland imagine

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dalnim96 · 5 years ago

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mood swing

➡ summary: bla bla you are happily married to jungkook and he’s perfect, you are perfect until he starts to behave strangely.

➡ pairing: jungkook | female reader

➡ words: 5k

➡ genre: fluff | expecting parent!au

➡ note: sorry for the summary. i don’t know how to put it in short. and this story is originally written with kim jongdae as the main character in my asianfanfics account but since he is off limits now, i decided to change it into jungkook and repost it here. unedited. pardon my vocab and grammar.

Waking up in the morning was never something that you can do with such ease but today it feels different, a good different you might say. There are no words to express it – you know that day when you felt extra giddy that you don’t even know why – that is probably the most exact explanation that can explain your feelings at the moment. You’ll take it as a calling card for something good that might happened later.

You sit on the bed and ruffle your messy bed-hair, and eyes squint to avoid the sun rays that pierce into the room as you forgot to close the curtain last night. Taking a glimpse, you could see the blue skies, feel the calm breeze softly graze over your skin, and the ambient temperature… it compliments everything.

You’d love for a good starter.

While slipping on your slipper, you take a quick glance at the figure sleeping soundly next to you, with his mouth slightly open, creating soft snores.

A smile crept on your face.

You have always wondered. How can a fully grown-up man still look like a baby when they were sleeping?

Perhaps every single person that you love will always look good no matter what they do. Seeing how calm the man is in his sleep, you wish to crave the image in your memories.

Lightly caresses Jungkook’s hair, you gave him a peck on the cheek. It is still early and you decide to let him sleep in for another minute since he’s probably tired from all of his work.

You tie your hair into a messy bun and were about to leave the bed but Jungkook’s arm swiftly caught you by your waist and pull you until your back hit his bare chest. You yelp as you felt him snuggling closer.

He mumbles something along the line like ‘if you leave the bed, I’ll freeze to death’ which you chuckle and lean your head on top of his bare chest, peppering it with chaste kisses.

It made a wide smile to appear on his face.

Giving the last peck on the tiny mole just right under his left nipple, you then look at him sternly.

“Enough. I need to cook breakfast and clean the house.”

“It’s Saturday,” he whined.

You give him a pat on his shoulder before detangling his arms from your body after so much difficulty.

“I know. That’s why I need to clean up the house. We’re both busy on weekdays and have no time to clean the house. I can even see a thick fine dust in our room.”

He makes a face, still keeping his eyes close and snuggles more into the blanket.

“Will you let me do my chores now, Your Highness?” you joked.

He sighs and points at his left cheek. You knew it was a signal for you to give him a kiss but you pinched his cheek instead and ran out of the room, laughing.

“Wait until I’m all awake!” you heard him holler from inside the room.

You hang the last cloth onto the hanging line before you head inside the house. As you walk past the living room to get into the kitchen where the laundry room is located, your nose crinkle in irritation at the scene in front of you.

On the coffee table, you spot two empty cans of diet cola, an empty packet of chips, and a half-bowl of popcorn.

“Honey, make sure you clean that up, okay. I just finished vacuuming that side an hour ago,” you emphasize it for him to take the hint.

He lifted an OK sign with his fingers but his eyes never left the screen.

You looked at Jungkook sprawls on the couch, looking bored at the tv program with the remote control in his hand. As he was flipping through the channel, you watch as his free right-hand reach over to the bowl and pop a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

This is strange, you thought to yourself.

For someone who always takes good care of his health, seeing Jungkook munching all of the snacks is still a rare sight for you to see. Usually, he’d been the one who would refuse to eat fried chicken for supper because he doesn’t want to destroy his muscles.

Perhaps today is his cheat day.

You shrug and went back into the kitchen. That is when your jaw dropped for the second time.

“Honey did you… use the microwave for the popcorn?”

He looked over his shoulder, at you. “Yeah.”

“O.M.G.”

You want to laugh. As far as you know, Jeon Jungkook, the man you are married to was never – by never you mean absolutely never – fond of using the microwave because he thought it would explode or something but seeing him with the freshly ‘popped’ corn has caught you in between thoughts.

He wasn’t possibly lying to you this whole time… oh, never mind.

He’d probably found courage from his dream or something so you don’t really want to think a lot about it right now. You wanted to get done with the chores and get some rest.

“Shoot!” he suddenly shouts.

His loud voice sounds alarming that you put down the laundry basket swiftly and make a beeline out of the laundry room towards him in the living room.

“What? What happened?”

He points at the screen and your eyes followed.

“That bulgogi looks so delicious right now.”

Your brows crease as you let his words to digest in your brain. That running is all for nothing. What a waste of breath.

“I thought you injured yourself or something. Honey, you scare me.”

You forget to mention that you married an impulsive person. He loves to do things unexpectedly which is not something new so you didn’t find this quite odd.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch then,” you said while thinking of the ingredients in the fridge that is probably enough for you to create the recipe.

You pick up the trash and put away the bowl but he sat up almost immediately and grabs your hand when he saw you putting away his popcorn. “No-” he said with a mouth still full, “Don’t put it away and… I want to eat Bulgogi now.”

You stand straight.

“Honey…” your word trailed off, mouth open and loose like a fish that jumps out of the water as you stare at Jungkook as if he had just grown a pair of golden horns.

“Babe, we have just eaten breakfast about an hour ago, and do you even realize that you’re eating snacks right now?” you ask, hands on your sides.

He looks down to the bowl he snatched from your hand and pout. He put the bowl back on the table and stares at you with his doe-like eyes.

Your breath hitched.

It is your weakness. You always tend to give up whenever he acts cute around you. He used it a lot to get away from trouble whenever you sense one.

“This is a bit weird but I am hungry... again and I don’t know why…” he mumbles.

He himself notices that he is being extraordinarily irritable to you but he also couldn’t find the answer to his strange behavior. All he knows after he had thrown up twice after breakfast, his desire to eat increased almost to the point that he hates and loves it at the same time. It seems like his mind and heart are not on good terms today.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch. Not now. Period!” you speak with a stern voice before going back to clean up the mess.

There’s no way you will starve your husband but it makes no sense for a person who always takes care of his body to suddenly change overnight.

You steal a glance at Jungkook, trying to see any hint of weirdness - despite from him already being weird - in case a hungry demon possesses your husband while he is sleeping last night.

“Look at that.” his voice trailed as you followed his eyes to the TV channel again.

“Gosh, that looks delicious.” you heard him.

Reluctantly, you heave a loud sigh.

“Fine. I’ll cook it for you– wipe off your drool!”

It didn’t go unnoticed. With you being a keen observant, it is easy to figure out Jungkook’s peculiar antics today, again, after lunch. Usually, he would help you do the dishes - more like he would just back hug and pamper you with kisses while you were the one doing the dishes - but today, after he finishes the meal, he quickly went into the bedroom and came out ten minutes later with a face pale as if he just saw a ghost lurking around in the bedroom.

You had your brow raised. “You okay? Did you throw up again?!”

He makes an unpleasant expression and you quickly rush to help him settles on the couch. You then took the chance to put the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature but it feels normal that you can’t conclude that he is having a fever. You were about to help him lay down on the couch when he, out of the blue, push your hands away and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

What?

You are shocked, your body went rigid and both hands that he pushes away froze on the spot. It made you lost for words. He turned away slightly, avoiding your eyes. You stood there, the body still half-bent, staring at him without blinking.

Jungkook groans, snapping you out from your thoughts. His face starts to appear a little reddish and skin glistens with sweat that has made you worry but you hesitate for a second.

It was the first time Jungkook ever pushes you away. He is usually the one to initiate intimacy between both of you and when he rejects you, it is sure taking a toll on your emotion.

It feels like your throat is tightening as if you had swallowed a huge golf ball that is hard to pass through. It is hard to admit but sadness flowed through your vein and it is messing up with your mind. You are a little bit confused and hurt of course; contemplating whether you should ignore his antics or do the exact opposite of it.

Back when you were still in college, some students call you land mine. If you miss your step, it will kaboom!

You don’t really show your emotion but if there is something that makes you extremely sad or angry until it reaches your limits, you can blow up, creating a big, big mess.

This whole thing with Jungkook, it upset you, seriously but even he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. You both do get into a lot of fights before marriage but now that you both are tied, you always told yourself to understand that compromise is a necessary part of any successful, enduring marriage. You always stick with the belief that in marriage, two people need to work together as a team and each person must give and take once in a while. You love Jungkook so that’s why you always go with the first option.

Let’s pretend that it didn’t happen.

You are trying to be rational at the moment. Jungkook may be older but it doesn’t mean that he is matured enough (sometimes) during fights. His competitive spirits are out of this world while you are always the forgiving one. It seems unfair sometimes but so far there isn’t any huge problem regarding this and you are pretty much cool about this; only if the problems are tolerable enough for you to take in. You have a deal with much more head-splitting matter even before you met him so it’s easy for you to tolerate with him.

While you are still on freeze, Jungkook then pushes himself to sit and lean his back to the back rest of the couch; his breath quivers in soft, short gasps and eyes completely train on you. It flashes with different sorts of emotions, making you gulp unconsciously.

“Are you okay?” you start off slow when he doesn’t seem to be talking soon.

At your word, he reaches over to hold your hand and you took his action as an apology. He has the soft look that you recognize whenever he is feeling apologetic to you. Knowing that he is not good with words, he always shows it through actions and you appreciate it much, especially in this kind of situation.

“Want to tell me what is going on?” you asked again.

Jungkook pulls you into a hug for just a few seconds before releasing you. The same, disgusted expression plasters on his face again. You pout.

“Why do you smell like trash?”

Blinks.

“Sorry?”

You blink at his sudden question. Contrary to his innocent face, his question has taken you off your feet. You grimace for standing up way too quick, making you a bit dizzy. You compose yourself, try to ease the dizziness. When the sensation is gone, you find yourself glaring at him.

“What do you mean I smell like trash?”

He nods.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” you mutter, discontent by his word.

Jungkook is currently taking a nap on the couch in the living room. Heavy silence settles all over the house, only the sound of the wind, the trees and rustling of leaves from outside can be heard as you keep the backyard door opened. Usually it would calm you down but today it gives off the feeling for an awkward silence.

You are currently sitting at the dining table, with your laptop, and a few papers work that you think it’d be great if you can at least do some work to kill some time.

You pause your work for a moment and turn to look at your husband on the couch. You will never get yourself used to the image presented in front of your eyes. He looks so peaceful, looks much more normal now. Jungkook’s sharp features are much softer in his sleep. His heart thumps in accordance with slow breaths, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Despite that, your mind keeps working madly, making you wonder. There are tons of questions that come into your mind at the moment. What if once he wakes up, he’ll do something weird again? Will there be an explanation for his behavior? Again?

You draw a deep breath, throwing away the negative thoughts you had and just hope for everything will be fine after he wakes up.

As you were about to get yourself another cup of coffee, you heard the beeping sound coming from the front door. On alert, your feet scramble to the front door but before you could see the ‘intruder’ from the peep-hole, someone walks into the house with food containers wrapped in bojagi on both of her hands.

“Mother!” you gasped, rushing to help your mother-in-law.

She smiled when she saw you.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” she greets as you took the items from her hands. You let her take off her shoes while you bring the food into the kitchen.

“Everything is perfectly fine, I guess?” you answered from the kitchen, unsure if your answer is the one she has been wanting to hear.

She stopped to look at her son sleeping on the couch and she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Look at him. Useless. How can he choose to sleep while his wife is struggling alone?” she complains.

She went over to him and gave a hard smack on his bottom when the man yelp but he went back to sleep just like nothing happened.

“Why did I give birth to a lazy kid?” she mumbles, walking into the kitchen.

“You brought us so much food. You must be busy this morning. How are we going to finish all of this?”

The elder woman helps you to unpack and store the food she brought into the fridge.

“I cook this,” she pointed at the side dishes she brought, “…and your father-in-law helped me to grill the eels.”

“Speaking of father-in-law, where is he?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps he went to drink rice wine with his friends somewhere around the neighborhood.”

“Day drinking?” you asked, surprised.

Jungkook’s mother scoffed. “You know him! No matter how many times you told him it’s bad for his health, he’ll never listen.”

You bite your inner cheek.

She has been talking about her husband’s bad drinking habit every single time someone talked about him. It always put you in an awkward position. One wrong word could make it difficult for you. You can act silly with your parents but you have no intention to do the same with your parent-in-law. Having them to trust you with their son is already a big honor for you.

“You brought mulberries too?” you decided to change the topic.

“You said you love it when you went to our house at that time.”

“That was around two months ago.”

She nudged your side lightly. “I have quite a strong memory for someone old like me.”

You chortle. “What are you talking about? People used to call you my older sister when I was back at your house.”

You both laughed at that.

It was so long since you visited your in-laws because of your work but you’re glad she is here right now. Her presence can take you off from Jungkook’s ‘problem’ for a moment.

“But you need to hide that. If Jungkook found it, he’s going to eat it. He knows he has severe allergy on berries but he still ate it.”

You nodded, remembering the moment when you and Jungkook first met. It still made your lips curve up at the memories.

It was three years ago, you were hanging out with your friends at your favorite bar when Jungkook approached you (while pretending to be cool) and asked if you’d like to go for another round with him.

He was flirtatious at the time and you find it funny but it was cringe-worthy especially when he reached for your drink for a sip. He was so into himself, oblivious that your drink was black mulberry margarita – which not even a minute later, got him struggling on the wooden floor of the bar, clutching on his throat for help.

It caused quite a scene at the bar with the bright blue and red lights ablaze from the ambulance at such a small alley and paramedics carrying a stretcher with a clumsy man on it who apparently has allergy on berries but completely forgot about it in the sake of flirting with a woman he caught his eyes on.

You and your mother-in-law were chatting at the backyard when your ears caught a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Your conversation halted, you immediately spring up from your sit.

“What is that sound?” the old lady asked.

“I’ll… go and take a look.”

You rushed inside and straight into the kitchen only to find your husband lying unconscious on the marbled kitchen floor. In a silent panic, your eyes travel to the shattered glass pieces near his place, clear evidence for the crashing sound you heard before.

“H-Honey…” your voice trembles.

You stood frozen at the threshold of your kitchen, unable to move. Your heart starts to beat faster as sweats started to form on your body.

“Oh God!” your mother-in-law rushes past you and crouch at her son.

“Help him, sweetie!”

It was your mother-in-law’s voice that snapped you out from your walls and you rushed to help her by grabbing the broom to swipe away the glasses.

“I think he ate the mulberries.”

The woman sighed in both frustration and also alarmed by the situation. Although she is scared for her son’s health, it is not the first time that Jungkook ever collapsed after eating berries. Even when he was a lot younger, he used to ask help from their neighbor to bring him to the hospital because he didn’t want his mother to get mad at him for eating berries in secret.

“Call 119.”

You stare at Jungkook who is currently resting on the hospital bed after his treatment. The soft snores coming from him tells you that he is doing better now.

“Silly.”

It was exactly as you and your mother-in-law expected.

Jungkook had woken up while you and your mother-in-law were having a conversation in the backyard, totally oblivious at the situation. Jungkook, on the other hand, had found and eaten the berries you had hidden deep inside the fridge which triggers his allergy.

It was a close call but the medical staff manages to soothe his allergy reaction from entering critical state after giving him shots and drawing some blood for proper diagnoses.

“Mrs. Jeon?” the previous doctor visited the bed again with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Um…” you started as he looks up at you.

“You’re talking to two Mrs. Jeon here.” you point at yourself and your mother-in-law.

A loud chortle erupts from him. “Sorry about that. Can I talk to patient Jeon Jungkook’s wife then?”

“Can both of us...”

“Oh, sure.” he nods and moves closer to you while your mother-in-law stands on the side of the bed with ears wide open to hear something from the doctor.

“From the blood sample here,” he points at the paper, “we didn’t find anything that could trigger his nausea as you mention but we found that the patient has an allergy for berries. Are you two well aware of it?” he asks both of you.

“Yes, we…” you glance at your mother-in-law before continuing, “…we knew about that.”

He nods in confirmation and proceeds explaining about the cautious steps you and your husband need to take to reduce his allergic reaction.

Your lips were press into thin line the whole time. This whole situation bothers you.

You had told the doctor that your husband was feeling sick since the morning and had it check just in case it was something serious.

It can’t be. He threw up twice and when the doctor said it was nothing, you just couldn’t get it away from your head. There’s no way a perfectly fine man would throw up for nothing unless Jungkook had been drinking behind your back, probably while you were sleeping, and woke up feeling hangover from the drinks he had.

But it doesn’t seem like that either. You would’ve known it right the moment you wake up.

“You seem to worry about it a lot,” the doctor comments after looking at your trouble face.

“It can’t be nothing. He was fine before breakfast and after that he threw up twice and…” you rake your brain trying to remember anything out of the ordinary that Jungkook did today.

“…ah, he also said I smell like trash.” You unconsciously sulk.

Your words went clearly into your mother-in-law's ear and she gasps dramatically, hands move up to her chest. She looks at her son on the bed and gives a brutal smack on his stomach.

“This brat! How could he say that to his wife?!” she scolds the unconscious man angrily.

The doctor laughs full-bellied at the sitcom playing right in front of him. It was funny to him although he has seen patients get beaten by someone but not by their own mother who is exceptionally protective over their daughter-in-law.

“Mother…” you quickly grab her hand before she could slap Jungkook again. “People are watching.”

He wipes off the imaginary tears before scanning the paper again, acting like nothing happened.

“He is negative on food poisoning.” he looks at you both, “and from what you had told us, there is nothing that could trigger his nausea unless…”

“Unless?” the older woman inquired.

He smiled knowingly. “Unless he is starting to experience his morning sickness.”

“I have morning sickness?”

You and your mother-in-law jumped on your spots, startled at the intrusion of a new voice joining your conversations.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The doctor said in a matter of a fact tone.

Your eyes went agape at your husband. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn’t even hear him waking up. He’d probably have been listening to everything.

“Are you feeling better?”

You brush some hair out of his eyes as the man observes his surroundings before his eyes fixed on the man in his white attire staring back at him with a serene smile.

“What do you mean I have morning sickness?” he asks the other man, ignoring your question. He just wants to make sure he’s not hearing things.

You turn back at the doctor. “Yes, what do you mean by that?”

He clicks his tongue before securing the glasses on his nose bridge.

“How do I start... okay. This case is very rare but it is scientifically proven…” he stops to observe your faces but it only leaves a giggle out from his mouth.

The three of you had the same expression (brows knitted and mouth slightly ajar in confusion) that give out the idea that you wouldn’t even understand a word he’s going to say unless he made it short and simple for you to understand. Science is not particularly your favorite.

“Sorry, I’ll try again.” He clears his throat. “So, if the wife is pregnant, the husband can experience morning sickness instead of his wife. It is also called sympathetic pregnancy.”

Jungkook looks at you. He too as confused as you are. There’s a line forming between his eyebrows as you both try to absorb the new information ‘prescribe’ to you.

“My wife’s pregnant?” Jungkook asks.

“We need to test it out before confirming. I’m just stating my conclusion since there is nothing serious found from your blood sample, Mr. Jeon.”

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly grabs your hand, making you look down at him.

His expression had you under a strange mix of feelings, joy, and uneasiness. He is probably feeling the same as you. You won’t deny that the doctor’s word has caught you feeling excited.

The last time you and your husband tried for a baby was probably a month ago. It could be that you are pregnant. You always have an irregular pattern of your period and seeing that you are not experiencing any morning sickness at all risen the probability.

You try to hide the smile growing on your face.

You’ve always wanted a baby with Jungkook. You both even tried to have a baby when you were still dating but it was vain.

This might be your chance to strengthen your bond with Jungkook, to be tied by a child.

You caught the expression on your mother-in-law’s face. You can tell that she is hoping for the miracle as well.

“If you want to, we can get you tested.”

The weather is gorgeous today. The day looks exactly like the one on your postcards. Baby blue skies came in contrast with various colors of the autumn foliage that strangely fits together perfectly. The air smells crisp and cold with a little feeling of damp and especially more earthy.

However the weather is getting a lot colder as the summer has lost its heat and the cold from autumn is ready to say hello to the world.

You shiver as you approach the door to your backyard.

“Honey, get inside. It’s cold.”

You beckon Jungkook to get inside the house. He is sitting inside the hanging chair while staring at that one pot of strawberry that miraculously survives through the heat of summer and now bearing delicious looking fruits.

Jungkook stands up from his sitting and walks towards your welcoming arms but you stop him when you saw the thing on his hands.

Your brows crease. “Why… are you holding that?”

He looks at the baby shoes you bought yesterday and gives a pat on the embossed decoration of a brown bear on it before smiling.

“It’s cute.”

“I know. But why are you holding it?”

He then shoves the shoes right in front of your face, “It’s for the baby. Look, this is too cute, right?” he asks you to agree with him eagerly.

He looks totally adorable that you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

“I really hope I can get into that weird mind of yours.”

You move into the house and he follows, shutting down the door.

“I’m just… so happy,” he said, hugging the shoes for one last time before putting it back to where it belongs, on top of the shelves, and approaching you.

He pulls you into a hug, with your back sticks to his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. Back hug is practically easier than normal face-to-face hug since there is a huge obstacle standing in the way.

“Everyone’s happy. I am happy.”

You are genuinely happy.

It turns out that after the pregnancy test, you are positive of pregnant for three weeks. It feels like a huge something has been left off your body for passing level one of marriage life as if a bundle of joy has been thrown to not only both of you but also to the people around you. Your parent, your parent-in-law, and your close friends, they were on cloud nine, congratulating you and your husband for the news.

You and Jungkook spent the next day together, just lying on the bed while hugging each other without any words uttered. There are simply no words to describe your feelings.

Elated, excited, euphoric, you name it.

The both of you spend your days ahead, planning and getting ready for the future, and decided to name the baby Jeon Jungsoo after your last ultrasound scan as the obstetrician confirms that your baby is going to be a boy. You wanted the baby to live an outstanding life, just like his name.

“Today it was just the two of us and next week we are going to have my copycat running around the house,” Jungkook whispers through your hair and tightens his arms around your body.

“I hope he won’t be as naughty as you when you were a kid.”

He pushes you to face him. You chuckle as you saw his face. Pouting and brows knitted. His ‘trademark’ of a sulking face.

“I’m not naughty. Who said that?”

“Your mother.” You stated in a matter of a fact tone.

“Oh…”

His shoulder drops. He can’t argue when the facts came from the truthfully right person that is authorized to say that.

“Will you be a good daddy then?”

His face immediately glows. He snorts, looking haughty all of sudden as he expands his chest like a superhero just saved the day.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he whispers at that, afraid that the baby could catch it and come out from you and greets ‘hi, daddy. you are abso-fucking-lutely good looking!’ to him.

“I’ve waited for this my whole life!”

You snicker at that. “Yes, you sure do but I’m the one who has to bear your weird antics for twelve weeks straight, thank you.”

He grins sheepishly, follows you like a lost puppy into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that but aren’t you glad I’m the one having it?”

You had to stop whatever you were doing at the moment at that remarks. You send a piercing glare at him.

“You eat and I throw up. Heh?” he lifts his left shoulder cutely.

“You have the audacity to say that with me looking like this?!” you point at your bloated stomach.

“Try to imagine that you are the one carrying this 25kilos worth of… of watermelon in your stomach, and your kidneys just wouldn’t let you live in peace all day long, and the pain on your back always makes you think back if all of this worth your time and efforts and… and now you’re in your last trimester week and this weird yellow liquid keeps oozing out from your breasts that you need to put tissues on it in order not to stain your shirt like… like… I don’t know. What do you think, Jeon Jungkook? Still thinks that your morning sickness is much worse than all of this?”

You need to catch your breaths after firing each of your words out of your mouth like a torpedo that evidently has hit him direct to the core.

His brain stutters for a moment while every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts try to catch up with every single word. It leaves him speechless and Jungkook mentally admits that he loses. He didn’t even realize he has both arms up in the air as if he is surrendering to you now.

“Happy now?” you snapped, but immediately bite on your lower lip afterward to prevent that smile from escaping.

Gosh, he looks so cute!

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly calls for you.

“What?”

“You… look so hot right now.”

“F.U Jungkook!”

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five-wow · 5 years ago

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i watched 10.20! thoughts under the cut, as always.

steve running away from his memories in slow motion is how we start out and i should have expected that because i’ve seen this as a preview but still, oh gosh. (i also just have... so many things to say about all of the parental figures we’re shown steve is thinking of and all of their many, many failings, but that would turn into far too long a meta analysis of steve’s life to even start in on it now. (it makes me so mad though. urgh. you ruined a perfectly good human! look, it’s got, well, about a million issues, really. slow mo beach running means things are either romantic or very bad in fiction world, and i regret to say it’s not the former for steve.))

tani rolls over in bed and it’s empty but it’s empty because junior has been up making her a HUGE BREAKFAST. HE IS WEARING AN APRON. I AM IN FAVOR OF THIS.

i already know tani has some issues with self worth relationships and that they work it out at the end of the episode (i’ve seen the gifs of junior offering to be less sweet and tani telling him VERY RIGHTFULLY that he wouldn’t know how) so i’m not extremely worried, but ahhh, it’s still so sad to see junior put in all this adorable effort that tani fully deserves and tani just doesn’t know how to accept it. heartbreaking from both angles, nooo.

ALSO, tani says she usually just grabs a coffee on her way to work and junior says “yeah, and you’re usually late because of it” and i literally today wrote a paragraph for a fic where i claim that tani is usually first at the office these days (because danny forces steve and junior to sit down for breakfast with him), so way to debunk my writing, canon that i clearly should have just watched a week ago so i could have avoided this situation. :p

“i shouldn’t have asked you to stay over.” ack. no. junior’s face is breaking my heart now, too.

and then he STARTS CLEANING UP. jfc, boy, we already know you’re a saint, you don’t have to keep proving it when you’re looking like a kicked puppy.

ahhh i just realized that if danny is not in this episode because he’s... idk, visiting family again? and junior is staying over at tani’s place, then steve is home alone. that’s bad timing, guys.

ah, RIGHT. he’s not home alone, because gerard hirsch broke in and started drinking his coffee. i’m having flashbacks to sang min, ha.

fdjkfdjkfd okay, this is a good scene, though. eddie! steve’s faces! steve LEAVING THE THE DOORS UNLOCKED becuase he doesn’t like running with his keys! also what, he came in through the back door and he apparently leaves the front door open too, like... just in case? STEVE NO.

aha, danny’s on spring break with the kids! okay, danny, you know what, you forgot someone. home alone: fully grown navy seal edition.

hirsch: “so, i’m guessing reyrei is now official.” fjdkfd i never quite know how to feel when shows include shipnames in their canon because it’s usually very weird, but i appreciate the effort, i think!

i’ve genuinely enjoyed hirsch’s reappearance so far, but as soon as he took tani to meet his uncle (who is now a suspect in a murder cold case) i knew there was going to be an uncomfortable comment about tani being pretty and yes, yes, there was. i mean. i guess i got to enjoy being right?

hirsch: “i know from personal experience she does not respond to talk like that.” okay!!! you know what, i can actually work with that. hirsch is learning, developing, maybe ditching his grosser habits. as long as they’re not going back on that in this same episode, that’s good!

very convenient to have the guy you’re questioning already hooked up to a machine that tattles on his heartrate, haha.

tani: “he made me breakfast.” hirsch: “that monster!” i am. i am actually starting to like hirsch in this episode and it is very strange but very nice.

fjdkfdjk junior says that he knows for a fact that danny got everybody “one of those” (an alexa) for christmas, and i LOVE THAT because it’s wonderful continuity with 10.16, when steve calls on alexa to prove he’s going on a date and they make a whole point of mentioning that danny bought him the thing. also, though, danny, bud - i don’t know how great it is to give all of your friends the temptation to let amazon spy on their lives even more than it already does. maybe go for socks next year.

junior unloads on lou and then they have a tiny dance party in the car and that’s so unexpectedly cute, omg.

very random, but i just really appreciate duke. he’s been there from the very beginning and he’s still giving the team these valuable little bits of needed exposition on the regular. he’s very loyal and drama free and it’s always nice to see his face. shout out to duke.

the old roommate of hirsch’s uncle tells a story that sounds very accidentally incriminating for hirsch’s uncle, which probably means the roommate is the actual murderer. i’m calling it now.

the roommate actually SAYS the uncle was the murderer! ooooh. he’s definitely guilty now.

tani agrees with me!!! only she has some actual evidence to back this claim up apart from knowing how crime show plots work, because she is a Good Detective.

steve talks the grieving widow who was part of a diamond thieving couple down from the brink of killing her husband’s killer by telling her he knows what it’s like to lose “the most important person in your life” and it’s very obvious the writers are making a point here but it’s also very good!

though i did keep getting a little distracted by how perfect this woman’s hair was after running through the woods, lying on the floor half dead, spending most of the day in hospital and then going on a violent quest for revenge. damn. diamonds buy amazing hair products and a personal styling team on call for when you’re in the middle of a crime spree/emergency, i guess.

some eddie/hirsch hints here that i’m going to ignore because oh dear god no.

i??? from the gifs i saw i assumed that the episode would end with some kind of party in the mcgarrett backyard, but that’s not what is currently happening as such, so those string lights are just... always there? oh my gosh. i have no idea if we’ve seen them before and i’m only just now paying attention to it, but more importantly, i don’t know if i want steve to have put those up himself, or danny to have bought them and forced them on steve’s garden like he forced alexa on steve, except with less moral issues connected to a tech giant harvesting your personal data.

tani opens up and she’s crying and junior tells her he’s not going anywhere (duh) and I’M crying!

junior, mid-hug: “i could totally start being meaner, if that’s what you want.” I STILL LOVE THAT. that’s so stupid and so sweet and so stupidly sweet.

oh boyyy, while everyone is having their social moments somewhere in the house, steve is hiding out in his garage and listening to his father telling him not to be a cop on tape. AWESOME. I’M SURE THAT’S FUN AND OKAY AND NOT SETTING UP ANYTHING. this is also why this steve needs a danny in his life, because it’s definitely high time for some agressively caring emotional support to be forced upon this man.

annnnd he gets a call from a british guy who wants to hand deliver him a package from doris.

steve just. hangs up on the guy. omg. perfect. please keep doing that and maybe just, wait for danny and the kids to come home and hug them and take like, a little mental health break? instead of, you know, breaking your mental health, over stuff your mother did, again? gosh.

i will admit i really enjoyed hirsch in this episode! i did not see that coming (and it probably won’t make me like him more in previous episodes) but it was a delightful surprise. and TANI AND JUNIOR, ahhh, i am proud of them and their communication and i love them and junior is the best and tani is perfect. did i mention that i love them? i do. i love them.

(re: the steve angst, i refuse to get myself more worked up about that than i low key already am constantly, so i’m electing to mostly ignore it for now. i’ll see what happens next friday. whatever it is, it’s going to happen whether i want it to or not, so best to make it as painless for myself as possible.)

#h50 #10.20 #*

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diegoh4rgreeves · 6 years ago

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Angels

Story Summary: Diego comes home from a night out seeking a mission. He comes home to the boiler room of the gym and he wakes reader up for some kisses and cuddles which evolves to making love. He proposes to her afterwards. Special comical appearance by Klaus at the end.

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female Reader

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 3,174 words

Warning: Fluff, rape mention, smut, swearing

A/N: Hi! Here is a fairly lengthy one. I spent 3 days rewriting this and the ideas behind it. Usually I flesh things out before writing. This was a story I thought I had set and I found out the hard way that I should stick with my usual method of writing. I am proud of this one anyway. I hope you all love it as much as I do!

I am sleeping on the bed in one corner of his home, which is a boiler room at a gym. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” he’s told me. His home has dusty brick red walls. It’s big enough to have an area for a kitchen and a bedroom. I’ve joked that he can tell people it’s a studio apartment.

He – my vigilante boyfriend, and Number 2 of The Umbrella Academy, Diego, just got back from work. He is shirtless and wearing boxers on his way to bed. I was asleep until he budged me awake. He wakes me when he gets home every morning. It relieves me to see him come home safe and sound.

I let out a groan, to wake up for him. “What time is it? We need to get windows, Diego.”

“I know I know,” he says with the remembrance of me suggesting this before. “I’m on it. I’ve just gotten busy.” He checks his watch. “It’s about 7.”

“In the morning?” I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes.

He nods as he takes off his watch and tosses it on the floor.

I let out one last groan before shifting myself to the side of the bed near the wall so that he can lie down next to me. He used to have a single bed. After our first year of dating, he bought a twin size one.

He smiles and takes the spot. “Hey,” he utters. “Are you awake yet? I wanna give you a kiss.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I let out what I hope is one last yawn. “I’m awake.” I lean into him in my tired state and insist on being awake for him. We peck each other’s lips. “How was your night?” I ask. “Are you okay? Did you get caught by the cops again?”

He chuckles. “No, Y/N, I did not get caught by the cops again. Even if I did, that’s not a big deal. I’m fine. You worry too much.”

“I don’t want you to get arrested again,” I press.

He sighs. “They believe me about Patch now, okay? That was a long time ago.”

I nod. Eudora Patch was the name of Diego’s ex girlfriend and she was a cop. She died when she was working on a case against the usual police procedure and got shot by a hitman. Diego’s never said anymore details to me after that. “I’m sorry if that’s a bad reminder.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago.”

“Do you still miss her?” I ask, despite this question putting a pang in my heart.

He shrugs. “I mean, she was also my friend, you know? So yeah, I do miss her.” He looks back at me. “But I’m in love with you. Like… in love with you.” He smiles softly. “It’s ridiculous! I thank myself everyday for moving on.”

The concerned frown on my face formed into a thankful smile. I remember how good he’s been to me in the past 3 years. “I love you so much.” I lean in and press his lips with mine. His lips are cold after being out all night in this early Fall weather.

“I love you so much too,” he says in between a kiss.

I smile and shift some of the blanket over to him.

He scoffs. “Blanket hog.” He takes some of the blanket and covers his legs and thighs.

I roll my eyes as I smile over his playful personality.

He keeps his smile towards me and kisses me again. “So, how was your day, huh?” He pecks and pecks my lips. “Or your yesterday, rather.”

“Diego…” I muffle. I can’t help but to giggle. “I can’t…” Another peck. Then he moves his lips from the left side of my cheek to my neck. “I can’t tell you about my day mid make-out session.”

He lifts his head up and smirks. “Well, tell me later then.”

“Then why did you ask how my day was!?” I laugh again. “You’re such a dork!”

“A dork who really missed you,” he takes himself off my neck and moves on to kissing me all over my cheeks.

I blush over this and continue laughing. “Why do you have to be so cute? It makes me so mad that I can’t actually be mad at you!”

He looks over at me with a puzzled look. “You’re weird.”

“Says you!”

“You’re also very pwetty,” he says in what sounds like an impersonation of a little boy.

“Hey, no fair! I think you’re ridiculously handsome myself.”

He takes himself off my cheeks. He is staring at me and gives me that same toothy smile. “Why are you so sweet?”

“Sweet? I thought I made fun of you too much.”

He shrugs. “Well I mean… that’s just banter. Other than that, you’ve been so good to me. You made me see that life has great people in it.”

“You did save me from a sexual predator 3 years ago.” I gulp after saying that. My stomach is in knots after bringing up my sexual trauma.

“Yeah, and you seem so grateful for it,” he says. “Normally people don’t notice me after I save them. You actually stopped me at Griddy’s Doughnuts because you thought you recognised the voice of someone who saved you.”

“I remember every moment of that night sadly…” I say quietly. “At least I did just shortly after it. Now I try to repress some details.”

He takes a moment before telling me that I am so strong and seem to be getting stronger everyday.

I hesitate before thanking him. “You are the best details of that night though.”

He takes a moment to look at me before giving me what seems to be the millionth kiss from him tonight.

I let go and snap back to banter mode. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a frickn nerd?”

“Ha ha…” he quips. “Not everyone can be a princess like you.”

“Whatever, nerd.” I smile at him and then eye his torso up and down.

He beams up. “Are you checkin’ this nerd out?” He pats his stomach. “This nerd’s temple of a body?”

I scoff. “…Maybe.”

He smiles mischievously. “So, tell me about your day.”

“It was going well until my boyfriend started teasing me!”

He chuckles.

I smile along with his chuckle.

“Did you miss me?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “You really want me to say it?”

He gives another toothy smile. “It’s always nice to hear, so yes.”

“Fine. I missed you. I came over to the academy yesterday just to ask Klaus if you were there.”

He beams up. “Really? You did that?”

“Yes,” I admit. “Klaus was really weird about it by the way. He panicked and said something like, ‘Why? What have you heard?’ I guess that’s why I asked if any cops approached you again…”

He grins. “You’re so cute.” He gives me multiple kisses all over my cheeks again, which make me giggle along with my blushing. “You missed me. You really missed me!” He chuckles.

“I am curious why Klaus panicked though…” I pull myself away from Diego. “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

His smile drops. “You know Klaus. He’s always high.”

“He’s pretty articulate in what he says still,” I persist.

“Y/N, look, I’m fine! Everything’s fine. I promise you that, okay?”

I keep a stern face. “Okay… If you’re lying to me though, Diego Hargreeves, I swear I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

“Cry,” I joke.

He laughs. He leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. His lips are warm now. I kiss him back and hold his bare chest with one hand. I rub it up and down and sigh a moan. He begs for entrance as he slides his tongue into my mouth. I open my mouth. He massages my tongue with his. I twirl his tongue with mine, and he twirls along with me. He pulls me in closer, causing me to get my hand off his chest and to put ours together. Then he grabs both sides of my waist and lifts me up to straddle his lap.

We heavily breath as we kiss passionately. He plays with the hem of the shirt I’m currently wearing, which is his baggy white t-shirt. “Wearing my clothes again, huh?” He says with a deep breath and tosses the shirt across the room. Before I can answer him, he puts his lips back with mine. He keeps his hands on my waist and crawls them up to my breasts, which he fondles both of with his hands. “I noticed your nipples when we were talking.”

“Oh yeah?” I respond.

Instead of making a conversation out of it, he leans down to where my breasts are and puts the tip of his tongue on my left breast. He looks up at me with a deep look. I let out a moan. I love attention on my breasts. I used to be so insecure about them. Now Diego reassures me that he loves them. He used to only say he loves them. Now he also proves it by getting to them first thing before sex. He keeps his look at me and massages my right breast with his hand. He also tickles my nipples with his index finger and his thumb. “Your breasts are perfect.” He reassures me.

He pecks my hot lips before he flips me on the bed and hovers over me. He goes down to remove the grey sweatpants I also borrowed from him. I lift my thighs up to assist him. He strips the sweatpants off and bunches it with his hands before tossing them across the room. He leans back down and looks at me deeply as he gets a feel of my wet vagina. “You’re wet.”

I nod. “Is that too much?”

“No, not at all,” he smirks. “It’s just enough.” He looks at it once more before hungrily going down on me and licking the wettest parts of me. He uses his thumb to flick my clit. He slides two fingers in unexpectedly which causes me to yelp. He lifts his face off me and shushes me. “Be a good girl and don’t wake the boxers coming in soon.”

“I can’t help it, Diego,” I moan. “It feels so good!”

I look down at him to see if he can respond as he licks up and down me. He is so focused on me that I am turned on even more.

He lifts himself off my private. He looks deeply at me again and slowly pulls down his boxers which reveal his erect cock. “I’ve never been so hard in my life,” he says.

“You say that every time,” I quip.

“Yeah, because you get sexier and sexier.” He lets out a sigh.

I blush. Gosh, he’s cute even when he’s being sexy!

He’s so into what he’s doing to me that he pays no mind to my bashfulness. He tosses his boxers across the room. He stares down at me again and gives himself a couple of strokes. “Mmm,” he reacts. “How are you this beautiful? You have the body of a goddess.”

I giggle. “Diego, stop! You’re too cute and sexy.”

“Hey, no, I’m complimenting you. You’re a goddess amongst men and I am so lucky to have you.” He signals for me to get out a condom from underneath his pillow. I follow suit and hand it to him. He unwraps it and slides it on himself.

He gives me a look before teasing my clit with the tip of his dick. He also slides it up and down my clit. I moan out his name. “Stop. I’m going to come if you do that. I want you inside of me first.”

He smiles with satisfaction and cups a hand to his ear. “You want me to what first?”

“Get inside of me,” I shamelessly repeat myself.

“’Please’?”

“Please,” I beg.

He smirks and inserts himself to me, very slowly. He’s so big that this is torturous. He pumps himself in and out as he’s on top. He tickles one of my nipples again with his index finger and his thumb. I can’t hold myself back from moaning anymore. I had to chase my high.

He lets out a groan and tilts his head back. He calls out my name and I call out his. This is provoking the both of us as he pumps harder and faster, and I hump back just as aggressively. I let out a groan myself, and he holds my waist for support.

“Y/N,” he says. “I’m so close. I’m so close, Y/N. Please. I’m trying to tease it.”

I moan before letting him know that I am also close. “Just play with my clit. Play with my clit. Please!” I grab my breasts and watch him watch me play with them. He flicks my clit with his index and middle fingers and continues watching me play with my breasts. I give him a seductive look as I do this. I take the liberty of licking one of them as well.

“Fuck…” he whispers as his face starts to fall and his mouth is hanging. “You’re so sexy. I love you. I wanna make love to you everyday!”

I giggle and moan with satisfaction over this. Seeing him lose control is making me clench up. He points out how tight I’ve been the whole time. Finally, he pulls out and oozes his semen into my mouth which I gladly swallow as I suck his dick. In that same moment I’m swallowing his semen, I get this relief on my private and moan loudly which finishes him. He lets out a groan and a sigh.

He lies down on the bed next to me and I shift over to give him more space. I lift my head up and he puts his arm around my neck. We take a moment to regulate our breathing.

We look at each other in bewilderment. “Wow!” he smirks.

“Yeah!” I agree. “…Wow. Wow is right!”

“I knew that this was gonna be good. I j-just…” He sighs. “Y/N, I-I- I d-d-don’t know how el-el-else to do this, so b-bear w-with m-me.” He gets himself off the bed and walks over to the side of the room where he picks a small velvet black box out of his desk drawer on the other side of the room. He’s stuttering. He stutters when he’s nervous…

I gasp when he walks back over and kneels by the bed, facing me. “Diego…” I clutch my chest and sit up and look down at him.

“Y/N, w-when we f-first met, I-I-I thought that I was j-just s-saving a l-life. W-when we crossed paths ag-g-gain that same y-year… I thought a m-m-miracle happened. I s-started b-believing in a-angels.” He stops himself as tears well into his eyes. “I p-promised I w-wasn’t going to get ch-cheesy.”

Tears start welling up in my eyes as well. “Keep going. Just picture the word in your head like your mom tells you to!”

He keeps his smile and teary eyes at me. “I… yeah, I s-started b-b-believing in a-a-angels, b-b-because you are o-one. You made me see the beauty of l-life. You made me realise that there are good people in this w-world. I saved your life, and then you saved m-m-mine. Y/N… will you marry me?”

“Oh Diego…” I sobbed. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes!” I leaned over to give him probably the sloppiest kiss I’ve ever given anyone. My tears of joy made me lose control. I cannot stress enough to him how happy and surprised I am over this.

I hear him let out a blubber as he attempts kissing me back.

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Diego and I spend the rest of the morning taking a nap. We plan on telling his siblings and his mom about the engagement tonight at the academy.

Suddenly, someone comes in through the door. This wakes us both up.

Before I can register reality again, I hear Diego groan his brother’s name. “Klaus.” He rubs one of his eyes. “What are you doing here? Y/N and I already told you that we’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, I know, big brother!” he grins. “I just wanted to congratulate you two beforehand.” I see him smirking at our uncovered bodies on the bed.

I immediately pull up the blanket to place on both Diego and I.

Klaus giggles. “I get it! You want your moment. I just wanted to also let Y/N know that was why I was acting so weird when she came over last night.”

I look at Diego and beam up with a smile. “Klaus was acting weird because you told him that you were going to propose to me?”

Diego shamefully smirks and confirms this with a, “Yep.”

“Oh my God, Diego!” I hug him. “Awww! You’re a softie. You shared with your brother about proposing to me.”

“He was rather excited!” Klaus chimes in. “I thought you’d like to see how sensitive my brother is after all. You two are going to be really happy, I can see it. Also, he said that you complained about this place having no windows.” He eyes the room in disgust. “I can’t blame you! How do you put up with it? He somehow built a house for you two…and maybe for the little ones as well, hmm.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Klaus!” Diego snaps. “Get out of here and go lick a 9-volt battery to grow some pubes. You’ve got some growing up to do!”

“Oh no, I’m not falling for that one again! I may be high but—”

“Klaus!” Diego clenched his jaw.

“Alright alright, I’m going I’m going,” Klaus looks over at me and shakes his head over a shared laugh at Diego. He turns to the door. He mutters something along the lines of, ‘Sheesh! Mr. Sensitive right here.’

The heavy door slams shut. He’s gone.

I gaze at Diego.

He looks at me and rolls his eyes. “Now you think I’m too soft...”

“No, I think you’re soft just enough. I’m so happy we’re getting out of the boiler room! And you built a house!? For us?” I exclaim.

Diego smiles. “I thought that you would love that, babe.” He kisses me softly. “I’m still gonna come here when I’m on a mission though. You have to let me have that.”

I roll my eyes and smile. “Fine. Whatever. I just have to see this house!”

“You got it,” he takes my hand and kisses the top of it.

“Also, I have to say… Klaus isn’t wrong. We are going to be so happy together.”

He gives me a genuine smile. “Yeah, that’s one thing I’ll agree with Klaus on.” He leans over and places his lips on mine. We give each other lazy sleepy kisses before falling back asleep.

#the umbrella academy #tua #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #david castaneda #david castaneda x reader #the umbrella academy smut #the umbrella academy fluff #mine

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shikai-the-storyteller · 5 years ago

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Back from being out of town SO: Cyberverse Season 2 episode 7, 8 and 9 watch!

SO MANY EPISODES CAME OUT WHILE I WAS OUT OF TOWN, THAT WAS SO CRUEL!!!!

Cyberverse 7!

MACCADAM!!!! OMG OMG HES FINALLY BACK

OH NO ITS THE MEGAOP BREAKUP SCENE

oh nevermind, it’s just breakup scene #513214

I wonder what Megatron asked Optimus to do :O

Optimus: I just cant seem to make progress on these peace talks Maccadam: That sucks. Aren’t my drinks AWESOME? Optimus: yeah....

Aw Maccadam has such a cute smile. It’s really nice to see someone giving Optimus advice, usually he’s the designated dad of the group. Glad he has some support in this continuity!

OHOHO THEY’RE GONNA WORK TOGETHER TO BRING DOWN STARSCREAM

Man I frickin love it when Megatron and Optimus are forced to work together against a “greater evil”

Also: I love that Optimus is still so full of hope for that “one success” even though he’s failed so many times. Good characterization

I really love the animation style in Cyberverse. Also that Opening is STILL incredible, I can’t get enough of that (but oh Starscream, buddy, yellow is not your color)

Starscream, petting a Scraplet: Don’t you recognize her? This was the great Solus Prime! Slipstream: Can I PLEASE go home Starscream: Wait I’m not finished showing you my bug collection

“This is the noble Megatronus!” hrGHHH WHY DOES THAT MAKE MY HEART ACHE

The Seekers have only one brain cell and clearly Slipstream is the only one in possession of it

Soundwave: Together? That’s ridi— Megatron: *raises an arm to silence him* Me: HOW DARE YOU SHUSH MY BOY

The way Megatron says “let us discuss” while leaning forward makes me cautiously suspicious, but also I wonder if Megatron is as anxious to come to an agreement with Optimus as Optimus is with him, in his own way...

Shadow Striker’s surveillance got blocked by Prowl’s massive chest lmaooooo

Shadow Striker has such a good voice, I KNOW I MENTION THE VA’s IN EVERY LIVEBLOG BUT MAN!!! CYBERVERSE HAS SUCH GREAT VOICE ACTORS

It’s so tragic that Bumblebee and Rodimus are utterly indifferent to the peace talks because they happen so frequently and always fall through :( yet again, good way of showing without getting into too much detail. I admire the way cyberverse tells their stories

OMG SOUNDWAVE AND WINDBLADE ARE ABOUT TO GO AT IT

Grimlock: quit staring at me Shockwave: illogical Grimlock: I’LL SHOW YOU ILLOGICAL GUYS PLS lmao that cracks me up, they sound like CHILDREN

Lmao @ Megatron yelling at them all, “LEAVE ME ALONE IM TRYING TO TALK TO MY EX”

tfw you’re trying to make up with your ex but your disaster children have absolutely zero chill

OH GOOD SLIPSTREAM IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THE MOST COMPETENT DECEPTICON

“Must we?” SOUNDWAVE C'MON MAN

HE HAS A GUN ON THE BOTTOM OF HIS FOOT IN SUCH A WEIRD SPOT LMAO

SHE SHOT HIM AND I CANT EVEN BE THAT MAD, SOUNDWAVE YOU’RE BEING A BUTT

“The biggest mistake I made was underestimating Starscream” story of Megatron’s life in every series

OMG….SHADOW STRIKER AND PROWL ARE HANGING OUT…THAT’S UNEXPECTEDLY ADORABLE

wHEELJACK AND SHOCKWAVE HANGING OUT WITH THE SHOCKLETS IM SHRIEKING WITH JOY THATS!! SO!!! CUTE!!!!

Shockwave’s little expression before it cuts back to Megatron and Optimus :’)

*whispers* and they were LAB partners!

Megatron: We should have talked like this ages ago, Prime Optimus: So much history between us… *meaningful shot of them sitting on either end of a very long table* Megatron: …and yet, so little trust Me, wheezing in agony

“Most roads on Cybertron are one way” FRICKIN

MEGATRON YOU DORK. I have no idea if he was being serious or being metaphorical but either way I laughed even while my heart ached

WINDBLADE ITS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SLIPSTREAM

Slipstream: Who’s the second most competent person I know. Slipstream: Well, it’s definitely not gonna be a Decepticon

SLIPSTREAM NO!!!!! WTF

Wheeljack: Well, it was fun while it lasted! Shockwave: No it wasn’t Snorts

MAN THIS IS KILLING ME, FATE REALLY NEVER CUTS MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS A BREAK HUH???

AGAIN, TFW YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE UP WITH YOUR EX BUT YOUR KIDS HAVE ZERO CHILL

OK BUT THEY’RE NOT GONNA LEAVE SLIPSTREAM LIKE THAT ARE THEY???? Jeez louise. I mean I know she’s not dead dead, my guess is she’s going to manipulate the All Spark from within later on to screw up Starscream’s plans, there’s no way they’d write her out like this.

EPISODE 8

Kitty cat no!!!

“They’re not here anymore!” Thank you captain obvious lmao. I love him. I bet Cheetor would get along well with Teletraan

“I know you told me not to interrupt anymore but—” lmao

OH NO A DISTRESS CALL FROM MEGATRON??? A last desperate attempt to warn Prime against a great danger??? Suspicious yet sweet

“Sounds extra forboding!” Teletran you’re such a DORK

Ohhh I really do love the way they animate Windblade’s expressions

“Well, this isn’t creepy at all!” Lol me 2 Rodimus

UHHHH ARE THOSE THINGS IN THEIR CHESTS BUGS??? IS THIS GOING TO BE AN ALIEN VS PREDATOR THING oh no ok, it’s just their sparks, I WAS GONNA SAY

*Ominous thunking ends abruptly* Well that’s not ominous at all

I mean at least they’ve still got their sparks?

OH MAN they even got Shockwave and Shadow Striker, jeez

SOUNDWAVE NO!

Optimus: Starscream’s forces managed to overwhelm everyone, even Soundwave I love that he said “even Soundwave”, like, yes, good, that’s right Optimus, thank you for acknowledging that my boy is no pushover

YO HOT ROD HAS HIS FLAME POWERS THAT’S SO COOL

I love the way they animate Windblade’s sword, that looks awesome

OH NO THEY’RE GETTING OPTIMUS, JEEZ THAT LOOKS BAD

MEGATRON OH NO

Starscream’s dramatic frickin reveal killed me, I can’t believe he didn’t say “Megatron has fallen

AW The frat boys trio working together is so cute :’) I love them

“We got your back, Cheetz!” RODIMUS YOU ARE PRECIOUS

HECK YEAH RODIMUS, YOUR FIRE POWERS LOOK SO C

NO THEY”RE GETTING BUMBLEBEE AND HOT ROD OH NO NONO!!!!

RUN KITTY RUN!!!

ALPHA TRION....Good lord

“Alpha Trion says he’s very disappointed in you, Optimus” STARSCREAM PLZ, HE REALLY IS LIKE A CRAZY PET OWNER

Ohhh they’re talking about the Matrix

WINDBLADE NO!!!!! NOT MY GIRL

OH SNAP THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOING FOR IT??? NO ONE’S GOING TO JUMP IN TO SAVE OPTIMUS???

THAT’S SO GRUESOME WTF, THEY’RE ACTUALLY TEARING HIS CHEST OPEN TO TAKE IT OUT

“The Matrix looks really pretty” I say in a small voice, mortified beyond belief

CHEETOR IS SO CUTE....

“You do not understand who and what you are fighting” SICK LINE CHEETOR

THANK YOU FOR RIPPING THAT HIDEOUS YELLOW ARMOR OFF STARSCREAM

THE FRAT BOY FRIENDSHIP TRIO IS SO CUTE

Megatron: I will...permit you to leave now Optimus: You are welcome Ughhhh Megatron’s expression while they’re walking away is so good thIS KILLS ME...........

Cyberverse 9!

OH NO THUNDERCRACKER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ARE YOU OK???

WHY IS SLIPSTREAM SUDDENLY THERE AGAIN, WHAT’S GOING ON (NOT THAT I’M NOT GLAD TO SEE YOU)

Wait I forgot there’s another purple Seeker, that’s probably not Slipstream RATS

What exactly is Cheetor doing, WAIT I think these are all old memories he’s seen, these are just flashbacks ALRIGHT WE’RE COOL I GOT IT NOW

GOSH I LOVE MEGAOP BATTLES NO MATTER HOW BRIEF THEY ARE

Cheetor: I hope they one day settle their differences so that we may one day take our place among them Somehow that makes him sound like an alien, which is ironic since they’re ALL aliens

Very nice group shot right there

aw, Cheetor is right at Rodimus’ hand level when he’s in his cheetah alt mode, I half expected Rodimus to pet him

"Won’t someone please pet me??”

Man, this makes me miss Ravage. I’d love to see him show up in Cyberverse too. We know Lazerbeak is here at least though!

Hot Rod: How can we find Starscream if he ghosted us? Bumblebee: “Ghosted us”? LMAO nice slang Hot Rod

Aww poor Cheetor, me too buddy

RATCHET RATCHET RATCHET!!!!

LMAO HE SCREAMED, I LOVE YOU RATCHET YOU’RE SO CUTE

Oh no Cheetor, don’t go help Wheeljack

LMAO Cheetor you’re just so sneaky like a kitty cat, no one can hear you coming

OH NO DEFINITELY DON”T HELP PROWL

“YOU”LL NEVER TAKE ME” PROWL PLEASE

AW BUMBLEBEE SCARED CHEETOR that’s sweet that he went to go make Cheetor feel better :’) Best buddies

WAIT WTF

FRICKIN CYBERVERSE, YOU SCARED ME FOR A SECOND, I HEARD THAT SOUND AND I WARPED BACK TO FRICKIN 2005, HOW COULD YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT

This frickin series is made by a bunch of MEMERS

BEE SAVED THE KITTY CAT!!!!

UH OH jeez louise they got caught

“I was so hoping to never see you again!” I love you Bumblebee

SPARK MERGING??? STARSCREAM BUDDY....

“I have no fight with you. We are soon to be one” Not creepy at all Starscream

OH NO IS HE GOING TO PUT BEE’S SPARK INA SCRAPLET??? JEEZ THAT’S NEW

SMART THINKING CHEETOR

CHEETOR AND BEE ARE SUCH CUTE FRIENDS GOSH

wait Episode 10 is out too??? OK I CAN”T HELP MYSELF, IM GONNA PUT IT IN A NEW TEXT POST THOUGH

MAN I LOVE THIS SERIES!!! I LOVE CYBERVERSE

#i talk #Cyberverse #cyberverse spoiler /#I'm watching Cyberverse #Primordial robot hell

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stripper-patrick · 6 years ago

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Last summer🌴 Dolan Twins

Part 1

Warnings: smut, language

NOT MY VIDEO

Edit: idk why the video is like that but just listen with your eyes closed 😏

I’m fresh out the shower and I take off my shower cap revealing my bonnet. I grab my phone and dry off in my room. My phone starts to ring and I see it’s my best friend Ethan. I answer it and there’s his gorgeous face.

“You’re iterally in the next room” I smile. Me Ethan, Grayson, Cameron and their parents are out at their beach house west of jersey. I grab a shirt throwing it over me while I grab some underwear.

“I thought you’d be sleep by now seeing as it’s 12 in the morning”

“You know I never sleep” he hangs up and knocks on my door. I open it seeing him with his keys in his hand.

“Where are you going?”

“We are going for a ride” he walks away and I finish getting dressed grabbing my wallet and phone.

“Why?”

“Because I’m bored and Graysons asleep and your awake gosh Y/N pick up the pace” he smiles

“Whatever”

“Do I have to take off my scarf?” I ask pointing to my wrapped up hair.

“Yes” he nods “I’ll redo it for you” I roll my eyes and take it off placing my hair in a ponytail.

“Where are we going?” I ask “this is kidnap”

“It’s not kidnap of you consented and to get food” he places his hand on the back of my chair and my nerves get the best of me.

“What’s open at 12am”

“In and out their open all night” I nod and he whips the wheel to the right.

We arrive at in and out shortly and he pulls in the drive through.

“Yea can I have a double cheeseburger with no onions or tomatoes”

“Fatass” I laugh

“Sure and your drink?” He looks to me

“Do you wanna split a large sprite?” I nod

“A large sprite”

“Ok will that be all?”

“No what do you want?”

“Lemme get a bacon burger with no tomatoes”

“Ok single or double” I smile at him

“Double”

“Ok is that it?”

“Yea”

“Your total comes to 8.75 cash or card?”

“Cash”

“Ok pull to the front”

“Thanks” he looks at me and I smile “well baby girl looks like I’m a fat ass you’ve got a fat ass” he winks pulling up to the window.

“Don’t be a fuckboy” I roll my eyes laughing

“Never that”

“8.75” she repeats. I pull out my wallet and he beats me to it handing her a 10.

“How much was my burger?” I ask. She looks on the screen

“4.15” I nod and he hands me my food. He grabs his and the girl hands him back the change.

I take out a 5 dollar bill handing to him. He shakes his head stuffing fried into his mouth.

“Nope”

“Ethan don’t do this you know I hate spending your money on me”

“Well it’s my money and I’ll do as I please. If I wanna spoil you until your rotten then let me live my best life Y/N” I laugh and shake my head. We ride up to this somewhat mountain top that gets a clear view of the city and he puts the car in park.

I unwrap my burger and he some ketchup squirting it in the container. The soft sound of Daniel Caesar’s Get You is playing in the background and it’s really peaceful.

“I really hope we don’t get killed out here” he says chewing a mouth full of burger.

“Way to ruin the peaceful vibes Ethan Grant”

“I’m being truthful Y/N Y/M/N” he rolls his eyes “ok so since we’re up here and it’s peaceful let’s get deep”

“Deep how?” I ask

“Like me inside of you deep” he says smiling. I’m instantly drenched from that “no I mean like what makes you, you”

“Ethan you’ve known me all your life”

“I wanna know the sob stories and all the things that make you scared and who you wanna fall in love with” he says

I sigh and grab a napkin “You first”

“Fine since you wanna make it difficult. I’m scared of the kool-aid man and losing the people that are closest to me, I can’t stand the fact of being cooped up” I nod. He’s so cute when he talks.

“Your turn” I zoned out shit.

“Well I’m scared of the dark and not being loved”

“That’s an irrational fear”

“How?”

“Cause I’ve loved you I still somewhat have feelings but I’m not really looking for a relationship right now ” my breath stops mid exhale. He moves his good to the dashboard and unclips his seat belt. I don’t know what he’s doing.

He leans over the middle console and places his finger under my chin. His lips mold and into mine and are soft. We continue kissing then I decide I wanna take things to the next level.

I place my hand on his chest and run it down his stomach feeling it tense up. I keep going and place my hand over his dick feeling it harden by the second. I begin palming him through his pants. He moans in my mouth and I smile. I untie his pants and take ahold of his member guiding through my hand.

“Fuck” he moans. Ethan grabs his wallet and gets a condom out of it while I kiss his neck forming a pink bruise. He stops me. “I need to be inside of you” he scoots the seat back all the way and I excitedly take off my shorts moving my panties to the side. He grabs my hips and I reach my arm around the back guiding him into me. Once he fills me up completely Ethan starts to manhandle my shit.

“Oh fuck” he’s wrecking me. The car starts to rock and he grabs a handful of my ass slapping it. My clit rubs against his pelvis and I hold onto the grab handle. That thing on the ceiling of the car you grab when you getting your shit clapped out.

“Goddamnit Y/N” to meet his movement I begin riding him.

I lean forward and begin to bounce my ass letting Ethan get a good look at it. He slaps it again making me cry out. Unexpectedly I feel myself begin to come and one hand holds onto his shoulder while the other is holding onto the the grab handle.

“Oh my god” he moans.

“Cum for me baby” I kiss his ear lobe still somewhat shaking from my orgasm. I bite it tasting metal from his earring. He plows into me harder and sloppier while he moans out what he’s been holding back. I moan kissing him. I get off and back into the passenger grabbing my burger and finishing. He takes off the condom throwing it outside.

“Ya know I never thought we’d have sex. I always thought I have sex with gray” I smile

“Got hung in the better twin and got to you first”

“So are we dating or are we... not to be that type of person”

“Can we just be friends with benefits right now?”

“Yea I was thinking the same”

#ethan x you #ethan dolan smut #smut #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #series #part 1 of 2

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buckybarnesstar · 6 years ago

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Blushing Boy

Request: Hi! Can I also request a Cody imagine please? In which reader is Cody's girlfriend and she fangirls a lot over his role of Michael and he is all shy and giddy but also proud because it. With lots of fluff and cuddles! - @coolworld95

Note: thank you for sending this in! I hope you like it! leave a comment if you did and feel free to request more! gif isn’t mine, I got it from google!! .c

You sat on your couch, waiting for Cody to bring the popcorn. The last episode of American Horror Story Apocalypse was finally over. You recorded them on your television and you wanted to wait until the very end so that you could binge watch the episodes with Cody. It was tough; you were tempted every week to turn on your television and watch the episodes the day they were each released, but Cody begged you to wait, and that was enough.

"Are you making popcorn for a hundred in there? Hurry!" You yelled out to him from the living room. A few seconds later, Cody walked into the room, munching on popcorn. "Alright, miss impatient! I'm comin!" He chuckled, quickly sitting down on the couch. You pulled the blanket over his legs as he sat close to you, putting the bowl of popcorn in your lap. "No butter? AGAIN?" You asked with a playful eye roll. "Less butter, more avocados." He winked at you,

You cuddled close to him and pressed play. As the scenes went on, Cody would glance at you and smile a little when he seen how enamored and focused you were. You chewed anxiously ten minutes in. "When do you show up?" You asked, waiting for Cody to appear on screen. He chuckled beside you and rest his head on your shoulder, hugging onto your right arm. "Babe, just watch." His accent was strong. You pouted but continued watching.

Finally, at the very end of the show, someone in a suit walked up to the Outpost. The gas mask covered their face but when they lifted up something with their name on it, you gasped. "Michael Langdon." You whispered, rising up in your seat. "THAT'S YOU! MICHAEL LANGDON!" You smiled and shook Cody's arm, squealing. His cheeks turned a bright red and he wanted to hide his face but he was too busy grabbing the popcorn bowl so you didn't knock it over onto the carpeted floor. Last time was a nightmare.

Cody watched you freak out and smiled, his shyness creeping up. "Episode two time. Oh my gosh, I can't wait to see you!" You said excitedly, grabbing the remote to start episode two. You looked at Cody and noticed he was blushing. "Aww, you're so red!" You pointed at him and he rolled his eyes, looking away from you. His smile was wide and you pressed a kiss to his reddened cheek. "It's cute." You said, giggling.

Looking back to the show, you felt Cody move against you. He lied down on your lap and got comfortable, wrapping his arm underneath your leg, his thumb caressing your skin. You let your hand rest on his arm. The sound of boots echoed on the tv and you gasped, watching the frame follow up the person's back. Then you saw long blonde hair. "IT'S YOU!" You screamed, jerking Cody on your body. He pulled his arm out from under your thigh to cover his face from shyness.

You gasped as you saw him walking up to Venable. "Holy...shit..you look so....HOT." You bit your lip and felt Cody groan against you. "Shhh!" He couldn't take the attention from you, it made butterflies erupt in his belly.

"My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative." You moaned at the sound of Cody's voice and how hot he looked with the red eye shadow. Everything about his character was sexy. "Fuck me." You said in a low voice, your eyes never leaving Cody on the screen. Suddenly the show paused and you gasped. "Heeey!" You whined, sad that it stopped. Cody looked up at you with red cheeks again. "You're making me blush! Stop!" He pouted, his plump lip just begging to be kissed. You giggled and let your hand run through his hair.

"I can't help it! I've never seen any of this, it's so captivating. You're amazing. I mean, look at you!" You looked back to the screen, the scene of Cody stuck on a part of him smirking. The way he portrayed his character was mind blowing. Cody groaned louder and covered his burning face with his forearm. "Darlin, you're killing me." He mumbled. His embarrassment was apparent.

You giggled and rubbed his tummy, loving how shy and cute he was being about this. "I'll give you a kiss if you press play." He moved his arm and raised his eyebrows. "If you promise not to freak out." He countered unexpectedly. You hummed as if you were thinking about it.

"No, you're my boyfriend so I get to be excited about you." You squinted your eyes in a silly manner, causing Cody to sigh. "Fine, I'll press play." He puckered his lips and you bent over to kiss him. His hand reached up to hold the back of your head and he pulled away for a second, only to reconnect your lips again. For a moment, time stopped and you almost forgot about the show.

You pulled away eventually and Cody frowned. "One more." He begged, letting his hand come down to hold onto your cheek. "Ah-ah, I said a kiss. Now press play, handsome." You clapped your hands together, like a young child would. Cody pressed play and instead of turning to watch the show, he chose to watch you.

The episode continued and you tried to stay calm but when he started to unzip Venable's dress, you quickly grabbed the remote from Cody's hand and paused it. "Babe, new bedroom idea. This scene but I'm Venable." You said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, looking down at him. "Y/N! No way!" He shook his head, his face turning red yet again. He did like the sound of that but there's no way he could hold himself together in a setting like that with you.

Conversation died down and you got to episode six, you were tired out and it was late in the a.m.. Cody got off your lap and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom. "You're so talented, baby." You mumbled into Cody's neck, your eyes drooping with exhaustion. Cody smiled and pressed his lips to the top of your head, lying you down in bed. It made his heart full. He felt proud of himself. And to hear those words from your lips made him unbelievably happy.

Cody settled in bed beside you and pulled the covers over both of you, holding you close to his chest, his hand running through your hair as he looked down at you. "Thank you, Princess." He whispered, his lips forming a small smile. You hummed and opened your eyes. "I'm proud of you, you know." You said softly, rubbing his back soothingly.

He kissed your forehead then nuzzled his nose against yours before leaning in to capture your lips in a lazy kiss. "I'm glad I have you by my side through it all. I love you so much." His lips brushed yours as he spoke and you hugged him closer, telling him that you love him too.

Cody held you as you fell asleep, your words circling his mind for a few more moments before he fell asleep, dreaming of you.

#buckybarnesstar #cody fern #cody fern imagine #cody fern x reader #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocalypse

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queen-rogah · 6 years ago

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Trapped in Montreux (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Part Eight *FINALE*

Summary: The yacht party finally ended, and so as your first job in Montreux as a bartender. Would everything go back to normal after the happenings in the yacht party?…

Warnings: fluff, angst, language

Word Count: 5.9k+ words

Note: finally! The final part of this series! Thank you for reading! More series soon :)

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

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TWO MONTHS LATER

“Yeah. We enjoyed Montreux so much, so many had happened and by the time I’ll visit back there. I’ll tell you everything.”

Your mother called and now you’re in a conversation with her for the last 20 minutes, Gerda is making lunch while you’re still leaning on the wall answering all the questions from your mother. She misses you a lot, like a lot, and she also asks hows your job as a bartender with Gerda. Your job goes on, paid you more since many people did the same thing as Queen did, they rented the yacht for a whole day and you did a lot of drinks in those days. Even got a lot of tips. You promised yourself that if you earned money, you’ll move out to Milan. But seeing Gerda so happy here because she’s now dating Fionn and you both have the stable job needed. It feels like you’re feeling home in this place.

“Come back home soon dearie okay? We missed you so much.” She said and you sigh, smiling softly.

“I’ll be visiting soon. I promise.” You replied and said your goodbyes before hanging up.

Gerda stepped inside the living room wearing that cute apron you bought for her last week. She looked like a mother with little kids in her own house while cooking some lunch. She have that glowing smile that shows that she’s more happy that she is before, you can feel that she had found the right person for her.

“What’s with that smile huh?.” You asked as you sit down on the couch.

“Fionn’s coming over, he said that he have this huge news.” Gerda said, exclaiming about the huge news that Fionn had said.

You eyes widened, “What if he will propose to you? Oh my gosh–”

“–heck no, I’m not ready for marriage and we’re still dating for two freaking months. You’re too excited on my future for Fionn.” Gerda still blushes.

“You won’t know. Maybe in that two months, Fionn feels like he have known you forever and would go down on one knee for you, have that beautiful ring–”

“God, stop make me imagine it. It’s literally making me blush. I really can’t imagine myself that I’m actually blushing while you’re saying that.” Gerda laughs and takes off her apron, hanging it on the wall.

You frowned, “Why did you take the apron off? You looked like a mother with 3-years-old child and a perfect husband.” You teased.

“Fuck off Y/N. That’s why you bought me that apron just to make fun of me.” Gerda chuckles and sat beside you in this couch.

“I can’t help it.” You grinned.

You and Gerda waited for Fionn to come over. Watched some shows for a bit before you heard someone knocking at the door. Gerda quickly got up from the couch and answered the door to see Fionn smiling at her, she launch herself to him as they kissed passionately. That made you reminisce the day when Roger came here to pay a visit and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. You tried to forget him, you really do, but with the little speck of moments with him still flashes in your mind, it’s just too impossible to forget a man like him. Those moments are unique for you as you shared those with him in a short amount of time. It made you chest tightens a bit and your heart breaks. That will be the perfect description of you and Roger, a relationship in a short period of time. And that’s just pure hell.

Then your mind came back in reality to see Fionn now inside the house hand in hand with Gerda, “Hey Y/N, how are you?.” He asked as he came in for a hug.

“I’m fine Fionn, how about you?.” You hugged him back and put up a smile, completely covering your sudden emotions about the drummer.

“Likewise, especially when I’m seeing my girl again right here.” He said as he look at Gerda beside him, pulling her close as he kissed her temple. You didn’t mind them being too touchy around you, but you just hate when they are doing their nasty business while you’re just in the same place as them.

“That’s cheesy as hell.” Gerda snickers, rolling her eyes at him. You smiled at the two being so adorable again as you sat down on the couch again. Minding your own business.

“But I know you still like it.” Fionn replied, hearing Gerda giggle.

“By the way, lunch is already ready before you came, we’re just waiting for you to come. Y/N, come on now.” Gerda called as you nod your head. Shutting the television off as you all headed in the kitchen, sitting across the two in this small dining table.

You watch them exchange topics, stories, then laugh about it, or be surprised, while you just sit there eating your food in silence. Just giving them a nod or small phrases to answer some of their questions or opinions regarding on what they are talking about.

“So, what is it about the huge news you’re talking about?.” Gerda asked Fionn as he swallowed the food in his mouth.

“Actually, this news is a surprise. For the both of you.” Fionn answered and that made you whip your head to him and furrowed your brows in confusion. You and Gerda waited for him to go on and tell the surprise as he sighs, smiling at the both of you.

“Since you have been asking me for a real date between us, I have planned on taking you somewhere,” Fionn faces Gerda and then turn his look to you too, “And Y/N, I know you love Milan so much, that’s why I will take you both there–”

“–no fucking way. Are you serious Fionn? A date in Milan?! Are we gonna drive there?.” Gerda exclaims.

“We’re using my father’s private jet so that we can’t meet some traffic on the way…”

You sit there, completely shocked that Fionn is taking you too in going to Milan, and going there through a freaking private jet, which is your ultimate bucket list of your whole life, “Well what about me? I don’t want to be the third wheel.” You questioned.

Fionn protrudes his wallet as he suddenly gave you his credit card, probably have thousands in that thing, “Use this while you’re alone around Milan. Of course we’re giving you a chance to see Milan by yourself, while me and Gerda will do our own business.”

Your eyes are still fixated at his card and shake your head, “I can’t receive this, this is too much Fionn, I can have my own money…”

“My treat, since you’re great in working with me and my father’s boats in the past few months. So, this is just a way to bring it back to you. Plus, you’re also my girlfriend’s best friend, that’s a bonus part too.” He chuckles.

You can’t argue anymore with Fionn so you took his card from his hand, “I’ll pay you back…”

“I will pay you back Fionn, this is just too much. I know you’re rich but…this is really too much.” You stammer as you’re still staring at the credit card.

“No, it’s fine. It’s yours for the trip in Milan. I really insist.” Fionn said again.

“C'mon Y/N, it’s Fionn’s treat for us! And the fact that you’ll use that in the place you’ve dream on going!.” Gerda enthusiastically said and she gave you a smile on your face.

Never in your life that someone gave you their actual credit card as a fucking treat, nothing like Fionn who’s a wealthy bloke here in Montreux and unexpectedly your best friend’s boyfriend.

“Fine, thank you Fionn.” You surrendered being so modest with him as you stood up from your chair, but you turn back to them again, “By the way, when’s the trip going to be?.”

“We’ll go by tomorrow already. We’ll stay there as long as you like.”

…

You already packed the essentials for the trip in Milan, waiting for Fionn to pick you and Gerda up here back in your place. Gerda literally took her beautiful dresses to pick for the date they will be having, while you have the most comfortable to wear while you’re roaming around the city of your dreams. You also have a list where all of the tourists spots are, list of anything you will do there and the italian foods you want to eat. You’re really prepared to meet Milan.

Fionn finally arrived, he’s with his driver as you both got outside, finally leaving the house with the happiest emotions. Gerda kissed him as you greeted him with a hug before hopping inside the car. The drive to his father’s private jet was interesting since Fionn asked you some restaurants around Milan, asking where he will take Gerda. You told some fine dining restaurants you know but just let them decide what’s best when you will all get there.

The car stopped in a large runaway of planes to see a private jet waiting. You never imagined having a friend like this, co-ownering a damn private jet, and you see yourself being like a hollywood star going on places to places. Fionn led the way to the jet, be greeted by the attendants inside and found your seats. You sat there alone by the window, letting Gerda and Fionn take their place together. You waited as the jet started moving, took off and up in the clouds. On the way to Milan.

It only take for two hours to get there from Montreux. You didn’t sleep in excitement to see the beautiful place under the clouds. Gerda was passed out on Fionn’s shoulder since she didn’t got any sleep last night. But you, you’re excited as a little kid seeing toys. When the pilot announces that the jet will land in a couple of minutes.

“Hey,” You turn your head to Gerda and Fionn, as you tapped your best friend’s shoulder to wake her up, “We’re already here in Milan.”

Gerda opened her eyes as she looked by the window, seeing her astonished reaction upon seeing the place, “Milan looked beautiful in this view…”

“It would be better if we’re gonna be standing on the Milan grounds.” You added as she agrees to you.

God, I have prayed for so long to come here in this place and now I am here, going live the dream

Your thoughts in your head are swimming around as you plan on the things you will do in Milan. Maybe I’ll first go to Duomo, probably go see Da Vinci’s masterpiece in Santa Maria delle Grazie and would go around the different restaurants to try out some of their foods. You already have everything in mind on what you’ll do, but you thought you’re just going to forget all of those things the time you’ll be in the center of the city. Mesmerized as you gazed at the place. The place you desperately want to call it home in the first place.

The private jet landed. Your heart rate rising up in pure excitement. Your fingers are tied together, eyes still looking over the window on seeing the jet settling down on the Italian grounds. Fionn flashes you a smile as he sees you being so extremely happy that you’re here, you’re finally here. When the attendants says that it’s now safe to get out, you took your things as you firstly got off, Fionn and Gerda soon following after. There was an another car ready to escort in front of the jet, looking back at Fionn when the driver of that car steps out of the car.

“che bello rivederti, Giovanni.” (nice to see you again, Giovanni) Fionn greeted the driver as they shake hands.

“piacere di vederti anche tu, Mr. Miller. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and your father, how’s Fabio?.” (pleasure to see you too, Mr. Miller…) Giovanni replied to Fionn. So, Giovanni happens to be Fionn and his family’s driver here in Milan since his father once lived here. You have remembered Gerda mentioning you that before.

“Father is doing amazing. Keeping the boat business strong, I came to help as I am now living in Montreux with him,” Fionn responded and puts his arms around Gerda’s waist, “And I want you to meet my girl, this is Gerda. Gerda, meet Giovanni.”

Gerda shakes hand with him as he sweetly kisses her hand too, which Gerda let out a quiet giggle. Then Fionn faced you, “And this is Gerda’s best friend, Y/N…”

“Hi.” You approach him, shaking hands with him as he did the same gesture to you with Gerda. The small conversation goes on with all of you inside the car as he drives away. Entering the busy streets of Milan. Your eyes are literally moving around, watching every move and step of the locals in this place. You see the places you’ve just seen in magazines before, now you’re seeing it in person. You’re so lucky that Milan looked too beautiful today.

Fionn booked your stay in the same hotel as theirs, and you got your own room. You know you’ll feel too lonely when you’re just gonna sulk around your hotel room, so you promised that every hour won’t be wasted and you will go and explore the place. When the car arrived in the hotel, all of you said your goodbyes to Giovanni. Getting all your things before watching the car drive away in front of you. You followed them inside to see this beautiful luxurious place that you can’t never afford, never ever, and Fionn finally gave you your own room key. Gerda was concerned that you’ll just be by yourself in your own hotel room, but you stopped her, saying that you can take care of yourself and you’ll just waste your time walking, taking endless polaroid pictures, asking some directions of the place you wanted to go, speak poor italian and eat the foods in this beautiful place. Almost referring to as your own paradise.

Their room was just beside yours, so there’s no much problem in that. You set your things down on the floor of this beautiful hotel room, the windows are the largest ones you’ve ever seen, that’s why you can see the city from afar, and the bed was perfectly placed to where you can see the view. You didn’t waste time as you change into some comfortable clothes. You found your blue denim jacket, the floral dress that your mother gave to you in your 24th birthday, a white converse and tan crossline bag to match up with the bright vibe of your outfit.

When you stepped outside your room, you also see Gerda stepping out with the happiest smile on her face. She sees you wearing those clothes, noticing her eyes went wide for a bit.

“Woah, looking good!.” She compliments as you grinned, twirling around for her to see your outfit. “You looked cute Y/N, beautiful rather.”

“Why thank you Gerda.” You replied.

“God, I didn’t mean to say this because I’m his fan but, Roger Taylor is such a bitch, he just lets you go. Letting go of this beautiful girl,” Gerda cupped your face as you laugh at her words.

“He left because he have his family and the woman he loves, maybe they’re engaged, or probably married by now.”

“Dingding, yep they’re engaged, not married yet, and I’ve read it on the newspapers weeks earlier back in Montreux, I really don’t have the guts to let you see it.” Gerda pull back her hand, sighing in disbelief as you both are talking about Roger again.

I miss him, I miss all of him. Too bad he’s not mine. He’s somebody else’s.

“I don’t care about his life anymore Gerda. I’m sure he doesn’t care about me too, maybe he’s too busy being a rockstar or taking care of his own family. I’m just nothing to him…” Then you stopped talking, feeling the same heart ache from before. You have said to yourself that you’re just nothing to him. And that made you think of the things you did with him, you reminisced those again as you gulped.

“I’m going to go Gerda while the sun’s still up, maybe you and Fionn should get ready if the date is happening tonight.” You gave her a reassuring smile before leaving her right here.

It’s just so difficult to contain yourself on talking about him, especially when that small amount of time with him in Montreux means so much to you, where you just felt the most love a person can give.

…

He sat by the edge of the bed, fixing his shirt and unzipped his pants. He see himself at the large mirror facing the bed in their room, his neck and down his collarbones have the love bites she left earlier. He did the same to hers also, looking back at her while she was drifted off to sleep, underneath the thick duvet, covering her naked frame. Miami called earlier, saying that they need the band for a short interview in a certain hotel. His jet lag is still there after their major performance in Budapest which is one of Roger’s best time. Then him and Dominique traveled to Florence, treated her for a vacation they both needed. They are relaxing, going on places in the city, there’s still sex, but after Miami called about the interview, he groaned in annoyance as he’s going to face the press again. Even Freddie doesn’t want to go, but it’s just for the Italian people who adore them.

Before Roger left the room, he kisses her temples as she nuzzles close to the pillows. He left the building, smiling at the people who greeted him outside, Miami is now waiting for him, together with Brian inside. He got inside the car, smiling at both Brian and Miami as he puts on his sunglasses.

“So, what’s with the sudden interview?.” Roger asked Miami.

“The PR says it’s about the latest tour in Budapest. The interview will be held in Milan, so the drive will take much long. Freddie is already there with the rest of the management team, Deaky is on his way together with his family. They’ll take a vacation in Milan too.” Miami says. Roger and Brian nod their heads, before Roger soon looked back at the window.

The drive to Milan lasted for 4 hours, only Brian and Miami are talking through those hours while Roger drifted off his sleep because of tiredness from the flight in Budapest from Florence, then his activities with Dominique days ago. When they arrived in Milan, specifically the hotel where the press is, Roger woke up to see many people waiting on them outside the hotel, when they saw the car stopped in front of the hotel, as they wave their hands and taking pictures on their cameras. Some of the hotel employees, escorted them inside, pushing the people away who wants to touch Brian and Roger as they get inside the building. Paparazzis are already waiting inside, seeing the continuous bright flashes from their cameras again. Miami showed them the room where they will stay on before the interview begins. They got there and see Freddie already lounging by himself, be interrupted when Roger, Brian and Miami barging in. Deaky still haven’t arrived.

Roger smiled at Freddie, like the smile he gave to Brian and Miami at the first place, then took a seat on the couch, brought out his cigarette as he lit it up.

“How’s Dominique Rog? The wedding still going?.” Freddie asks.

“She’s good, already planning on the wedding. Finding the perfect wedding gown she’ll wear…” Roger replied, a smile soon came up in his face, remembering the times where Dominique have been bugging him to come with her to find some wedding dresses, but her friends pushes him away because it’s a bad luck when the groom would see the bride’s dress.

It’s only been two months since the proposal, Roger feels like the wedding is fast approaching. But the thing that’s been bothering his mind is that he’s still been thinking about you, everytime some of the press would bring up the topic about Montreux.

“So when’s the wedding Rog?.” Brian also asked. Roger pursed his lips because there’s still no date for the wedding, that’s why he just shrugs.

“I still don’t know Bri…”

…

“Grazie.” You smiled at the cashier as she took the food she ordered, sitting down on the outdoor seats of the cafe. This is just the perfect summer view of Milan, you can’t wait to make a scrapbook out of this trip as you will write down, In the summer of ‘86. Got to see the city of my dreams, where I wanted to live most of my life and would probably find the love of my life.

You smiled at you thought, shaking your head, too fucking chessy in saying the 'love of my life’ part. You silently eat on your food, then also snapped some polaroid pictures around. On the way here, you bought a fashionable straw hat you found in the market, with that cute ribbon tied around it for protection from the sun.

After eating on that cafe, you have found Fionn and Gerda also strolling around, looking at some fashion stores. They looked like a married couple, which is the cutest thing you’ve ever thought between their relationship.

“Hey love birds.” You approach them as they both said your name, finally finding you in this town.

“Y/N finally you’re here because Fionn is saying something important.” Gerda says as she motions her boyfriend.

You raise your brows, giving Fionn a questioning look, “What’s up?.” You propped your hands on your hips.

“I found this rooftop bar and I think that you should come with us tonight too, you know, let loose here in Milan too.” Fionn said.

“I thought that you guys will have this romantic date together?.” You questioned and Gerda shrugs.

“The date is not tonight, maybe it will happen tomorrow night. I just want to drink in that rooftop bar Y/N, c'mon…come with us. We’ll all meet up back in the hotel, wear some party clothes–”

“–I don’t have any party clothes. This is unexpectedly happening…and I don’t have any makeup too.”

“Then come by our room so that I’ll glam you up.” Gerda excitedly said, even clapping her hands as she said to you.

You want to decline, you really want to, because you already planned on watching the shows at the La Scala Opera and stroll around the shops in Brera District. You have many plans tonight, but you guess this is for your best friend.

You sigh, “Fine. I’m going with you guys. When am I going to be in your hotel room?.” You asked.

“Come by at 7. Fionn said we’ll be there in 8, right babe?.” Gerda looks back at Fionn as he nods his head.

“Yep. I really want to get drunk tonight.” He laughs and that made your head turn the other way. Really agreeing with what Fionn have said, Gerda notices your small smile as she knows what’s up.

“Yeah, maybe I wanted to,” You replied to Fionn as he smirks at you, “Let’s have some Italian drinks tonight.”

…

The interview ended as the boys left the room that was full of press flashing their cameras and asking their questions earlier. Roger answered all of their questions while holding a cigarette in his fingers, they still asked about the news between you and him, but Brian was there to cover up. Saying that Roger finally moved on, since its been months that had happened.

They are now on their way back in the room, Roger still finishing his third cigarette for the day. Probably hearing Dominique’s voice at the back of his head saying, That thing would hurt your lungs. I’m saying this because I’m trying to save you.

Freddie soon said about a rooftop bar here in Milan, wanting to taste some alcoholic Italian drinks while looking down on the view from the rooftop. Brian was interested, but Deaky wouldn’t come, even though he wants to, since he and his family will go straight their hotel. Roger said yes, but doesn’t want to drink that much because he wants to be sober the day after as he goes back in Florence, back to her.

They waited for the sun to set, but Roger left the hotel together with the management to look after him. He went in the heart of Milan, seeing Duomo and other spots that tourists loves. While looking around, he took his sunglasses as he catch a sight of someone that looked like you, but he furrowed his brows, doubting himself that he’s only just imagining.

So this is actually her effect to me, and why do I still think about her? Roger says in his mind. He ignores what he thought again and puts on his sunglasses, making his way back in the hotel with the others. He soon found Freddie, in a new set of clothes, Brian still wearing the same and Deaky, back here again.

“You changed your mind Deaks?.” Roger asked and heard him chuckle. Roger took a seat beside him in the couch.

“I told this about Veronica, surprisingly she said yes, saying that she’s fine with the kids alone.” He said and Roger nods his head.

“Freddie look over at Miami’s wristwatch as he claps his hands, "C'mon darlings, let’s go to the bar already! Miami you’re coming too and so as the others.” He commanded.

Miami called up the other management team that came along here to help about the interview. They all left together, Roger and Brian were together in the car while Freddie and Roger are together in the other. It was just a 5 minute drive to where the bar is, their heads looking up at the tall building. Probably having 10 or 15 stories high. They went inside, people recognizing them as they turn their heads on them. Roger waved his hand on some ladies calling out his name before getting inside the lift. The employee pressed on the highest floor, waited for minutes until the lift stopped, slowly opened to see a few people inside the bar already. When the boys got in, some individuals gasped to see them. Freddie completely stole their looks, Queen made their heads turn in this room.

…

“There!,” Gerda soon applied the lipstick on you as stood out of the way to see your face at the mirror, “Fuck, I did so good because you looked so hot.”

You observe the makeup she did on you. It’s not too heavy, not to light. You actually love what Gerda did and it really fits perfectly in the red swing dress that Gerda found in her things. You remembered this dress that you both found in the Kensington Market back when you’re both 18, it really catches her eyes in the bright red clothing hanging in a store. Gerda bought the dress with such happiness, saying that she will wear this dress with someone she likes when they will go on a date. She did got in several dates but she didn’t wore this, because she’s waiting for the right man that will plan the perfect date of her life. Her date with Fionn would probably be the perfect one, that’s why you’re questioning her that why did she let you wear this dress that seems so special for her.

“I just remembered this dress Gerda, this should be the one you’ll wear on your date with Fionn…” You said as you stood up on the chair, slipping on the heels she made you wear too.

“There are plenty of dress for me and don’t think of what I’ve said before. We’re still 18 at that time, I’m still too cliché in falling in love.” She shrugs, fixing your hair too before she did herself. Fionn soon got inside the room, finally ended his call with Giovanni outside, asking for a lift.

“Wow, you both looked good.” Fionn compliments.

“Thank you baby, but we must be going since you said that the bar is always jammed packed in the evening. So, more people, more drinks.” Gerda smirks and took her slingbag, holding your hand as you all left their room. You are having a hard time walking on heels since you really hated using these ones. You’re holding on your dear life on Gerda’s shoulder until you got inside the car.

Giovanni soon drives away and on to the destination. The drive was just a couple of minutes, seeing some people coming in with smiles on their faces. Fionn helped you both in leaving the car, you stepped inside the luxurious building. Seeing the people getting in the elevators, probably going up in the rooftop bar. You let Gerda and Fionn go first, feeling the third wheel vibe again when you all get in the elevator, only to be with a couple of people inside, especially some couples.

You rolled your eyes in the amount of public affection in this four wall elevator. You sighed in belief when the doors open, to see a lot of people inside and dancing on some upbeat songs again. You remember the boat party all over again. Fionn said it would be classy, but you’re shocked that this doesn’t looked classy at all. And the dress was a complete waste though.

“I thought this would be some classy bar shit or whatever…” You said to Gerda and she gives you a shrug.

“I really don’t know. You are actually the center of attraction because of your dress and the color of it.” Gerda snicker a laugh at you, only to make you blush and slapped her arm.

“Fuck you Gerda. That’s why I’ve been saying to you that I’ll wear the black one earlier.” You said in your gritted teeth. Gerda still grinning at you.

“But it’s fine. You look cute and beautiful, maybe you’ll bait some good looking Italian guy tonight with that dress.” She teases. The red shade of your cheeks turn much, much red again as you blushed hard.

“Fuck off Gerda, I’ll buy some drinks.” You said and left her, trying to stop yourself from blushing that hard again. You ordered your drink, finally tasting the original Amaretto drink for the first time. And it’s a delicious drink. You brought the glass on your mouth to drink again, savoring the famed almond and bittersweet taste of it’s herbs and the apricot kernel oil.

“Can I have the rosso martini?.” Someone ordered from beside you.

He ordered a very popular drink here in Italy, that you want to drink tonight too.

“Can I have some rosso too? Thank you.” You smiled at the bartender.

“venendo subito, bella signorina in red.” (Coming right up, beautiful miss in red) He replied with that flirty smirk as you looked down on the ground, feeling the heat around your cheeks again. He gave the same drinks at the both of you in this bar as you soon looked at the person beside you, smiling at them before looking away.

Then your heart stopped for a bit as you swallowed your drink, looking at the person beside you again to see it’s him.

“Roger?.”

“Y/N?.”

You both said that at the same time.

“W-what are you doing here?.” He asked, his eyes trained on you. A smile forming around his lips as he sees you again. Looking so damn beautiful in that red dress.

“I’m gonna ask the same thing, but I’m here because I’m on a vacation, what about you? Why are you here?.” You also asked. He still looks good, as always.

“Me and the boys had an interview,” He said and he huff out a large breath from his lungs, “And I’m so lucky to see you again. You looked beautiful.”

You don’t know what to absolutely feel right now.

“Thank you. You look good yourself too.” You compliment him as he chuckles. You have miss that smile and the sound of his laughs.

“So, how’s your job in Montreux…after that sudden incident about the tabloids.” Roger asked. You sighed, remembering how the press asked you about him as they recognizes you in the streets of Montreux. It was terrifying and your self-esteem lowered after those times. But thank God, that issue subsided in a short period of time since they found another rumor from another person again.

Those times were just dreadful.

“Still have my job since my boss Fionn is actually my close friend now and the boyfriend of my best friend, so I guess I won’t lose my job in Montreux.” You explained as he nods his head.

“Will you forgive me in what I did Y/N?.”

You gave him a sad smile and cup his cheek, “It was never your fault and you don’t actually need to apologize. I don’t want to be trapped in the past and think of this Roger. Montreux stays in Montreux right?.” You smiled at him as he puts up a smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad.” He laughs and soon slipped his hand inside of yours. Gerda’s words circles in your mind that he’s already engaged with the love of his life and now he’s here once again with you, hand touching with you as you’re feeling his warm presence that you want to keep forever. Like you said before, everytime that you’re with him, it really would look so bad but it would feel so good and right.

“You know what Y/N…” He mumbles, his body getting close to you.

“What?.”

“I really want to kiss you again. For the last time before I won’t see you again in the morning.” He said, his blue eyes staring at you. You gulped as your eyes also trailed down his plump lips again.

“Then kiss me before you leave in the morning Rog.”

He’s just the love that came without warning, and he had your heart before you could even say no. You want to kiss him forever, but you won’t. Because this is just a one huge blur, all that has happened between you and him. You will still be forgotten and be replaced. You can also find someone else.

But in this feeling that was shared with him, you really just want to trap yourself in the past and replay everything in that boat party. Never wanting to end everything so soon.

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bonus pictures in this part:

(reader’s outfit when she roamed around Milan)

(Roger’s outfit from the interview and on the bar)

(reader’s red dress in the bar, it was inspired in louisa clarke’s dress in me before you)

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*TAGLIST:

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#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x you #roger taylor x reader #queen imagines #queen fanfiction #queen fic #queen band #queenrogah's fic #freddie mercury #John Deacon #Brian May #roger taylor angst

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thelastspeecher · 6 years ago

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MerGucket AU - Discovery

I’m working on posting a compilation of my MerGucket ficlets on AO3, and I realized that I never wrote the scene where Dipper and Mabel discover their great-uncles are mermen. So. Here is that scene. Enjoy.

“Kids!” a voice barked. Dipper and Mabel looked up from their book and yarn, respectively. “Ford and I are gonna go run some errands,” Stan said.

“Is that why we docked?” Mabel asked. Stan nodded.

“You two need anything?” he asked. Dipper and Mabel shook their heads. “All right. Good. Don’t sink the ship while we’re gone.” He strode away, whistling.

“Goodbye, kids!” Ford shouted from somewhere.

“Bye!” Dipper and Mabel called back. Footsteps sounded on the deck, then the pier, then faded. Dipper closed his book and looked at Mabel.

“Time to investigate?” he asked. Mabel grinned. She set down her in-progress sweater.

“You know it, bro-bro.”

After Stan had unexpectedly sprung the news that he had children on them – children that no one in the Pines family knew about – Dipper and Mabel had become determined to do some proper snooping. Their first week aboard the ship, they’d explored a bit, but hadn’t managed to sneak into their great-uncles’ room before getting caught and ushered away. Now was their chance to finish what they had started.

Dipper and Mabel snuck out of the galley and made their way to Stan and Ford’s room. Mabel tested the door knob. It opened. She shot a grin at Dipper.

“They didn’t lock it.”

“Why not?” Dipper wondered. “Maybe they don’t have anything to hide, if they’re willing to keep everything unlocked.”

“Don’t overthink it. They’re old people. Old people forget things.” Mabel snuck into the room, Dipper close behind. She sunk to her knees next to an opening in the floor. “Whoa.”

“This is a moon pool,” Dipper said, joining her. He dipped his hand into the water. “They have these on research ships.”

“Why is it in their bedroom?” Mabel asked. She leaned over the moon pool, staring intently at the water. “Seems like a weird place to put it. What if they roll off their bed and fall in?”

“Wait.” Dipper looked around. “They don’t have any beds in here.”

“What?” Mabel looked away from the moon pool. “Yeah, they do. Right there.” She pointed to a mattress tucked away in a corner.

“There’s no bed frame, though. That’s weird.”

“Yeah…”

“And only one of them would fit on it at a time.”

“Maybe they don’t sleep?” Mabel suggested. She shrugged. “Grunkle Ford does drink a lot of coffee.” A sudden flash of color in the moon pool caught her eye. She looked back at the water. Her jaw dropped. “Oh. My. Gosh.”

“What?” Dipper looked at the moon pool again. He gaped. “No way. Is- is that-”

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel shouted. Stan, who was submerged in the moon pool, looked up. His eyes widened. He mouthed something.

“Is that Grauntie Angie?” Dipper asked, squinting at the person next to Stan. He leaned closer, but toppled forward, falling into the moon pool. Stan surfaced. He picked Dipper out of the water and set him back onto the floor of the ship.

“Careful, kid,” he grunted. Dipper and Mabel stared at him silently. Stan sighed. “Go ahead. Spit it out.”

“You’re a merman?” Mabel shrieked. Stan winced at her high pitch, but nodded. “How?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Oh my gosh! Is Grandpa Shermie a former merman? Are we part mermaid? Grunkle Stan, you have to tell me how to turn mermaid!”

“No, no, and no,” Stan said firmly. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the edge of the moon pool. “Shermie’s human, and I used to be, too.”

“Why aren’t you human anymore, then?” Dipper asked. Stan sighed.

“Like I said, it’s a long story. Basically, Angie turned me mer.”

“Were you talking to her just now?”

“No, that was one of her brothers. Gimme a sec.” Stan dove underwater. Mabel grinned at Dipper.

“Dipper! Grunkle Stan is a merman!”

“Yeah. This is…” Dipper rubbed his arm. “Not what I was expecting. At all. I thought we would just find some cursed treasure they got from a haunted ship or something.”

“They might have that, too. Grunkle Stan can breathe underwater,” Mabel pointed out. Dipper nodded. “C’mon, Dipper, cheer up! This is awesome! Grunkle Stan can tell us all about mermaids and mermen and living in the ocean.”

“Yeah, that is pretty cool,” Dipper said. He shook his head. “Sorry, Mabel. I’m just a bit shell-shocked by all of this. I mean, I never would’ve guessed Grunkle Stan was a merman.”

“When we first met Grauntie Angie, you said that she seemed like a mermaid.” Mabel punched Dipper’s shoulder. “You were right!” Dipper grinned. Stan surfaced again. Another merman surfaced as well. The merman grinned toothily at Dipper and Mabel.

“Well, aren’t you the cute human guppies,” the merman crooned. He ruffled Mabel’s hair. “Howdy!”

“Hi!” Mabel chirped.

“I’ve wanted to meet the two of ya since Angie told me you were stayin’ with my brothers-in-law.” The merman winked. “You can call me yer Great-Uncle Lute.” Mabel leaned forward eagerly.

“I’m Mabel!”

“Pleased to meet ya, Mabel,” Lute said. A tail flicked up out of the water. Mabel’s mouth dropped open in excitement.

“Eee!” she squealed. “You’re really a real merman!”

“Yep,” Lute said, flicking his orange tail. “I’m yer Grauntie Angie’s older brother.” He cocked his head. “I’m glad yer not scared of me. I was worried I’d have to calm ya down. Maybe by tellin’ ya how I promised to never try to sink the ship again.” Dipper blinked.

“Wait, you tried to sink this ship?”

“Uh, yeah, I did. With Angie. But we were stopped before we finished.”

“What stopped you?” Dipper asked.

“My older brother, Fidds. He was workin’ on the ship, and didn’t want me ‘n Angie drownin’ his coworkers.” Lute shrugged. “Drownin’ became less of a problem after they became mermen, but Stanley ‘n Stanford still wanted the ship around, so we agreed to let ‘er keep floatin’.”

“Grunkle Stan, is the story of you becoming a merman for Grauntie Angie super romantic?” Mabel interjected. “Is it like the Little Mermaid?”

“Uh…sorta,” Stan said after a moment.

“How did the actual process of transforming from human to merman work?” Dipper asked.

“They gave me a magic plant and I grew gills, and then I turned into a merman,” Stan answered. Dipper nodded. “Ford’s got all his notes somewhere. When he gets back from errands, he’ll be happy to show ya all those notes on the magic plant.”

“So Great-Uncle Ford is really running errands?” Dipper asked.

“Yeah. I was, too. I was just runnin’ the mer ones.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Mabel said, holding up her hands. “Mer errands?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Can I please come with you next time?” Mabel begged, her eyes shining. “Please, please, please?”

“Not unless you can grow a pair of gills, sweetie,” Lute said.

“I’ll eat the plant that gives you gills!” Mabel said. Stan blanched.

“Uh, no, you won’t.”

“Aw. Why not?”

“It’s permanent, sweetie.”

“…Oh.”

#too lazy and tired to bother doing a lot of tags #just wanna get this posted honestly #MerGucket AU #Stanley Pines #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #Lute McGucket #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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maychorian · 7 years ago

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #44

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. Also follow @maychorianrecs for individually tagged posts, the easier to search and reblog. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

The Monster in the Mirror by squirenonny Words: 42,621 Author’s Summary: Keith pulls Shiro from a dying Galra ship. He’s injured, severely dehydrated, and barely conscious–but he’s alive, and Keith has to believe that’s enough. But as Team Voltron struggles to piece itself back together, Shiro begins to wonder whether something in him has broken beyond repair. Light-years away, Matt Holt pulls Shiro out of a pod in a Galra laboratory. All Shiro remembers about his captivity is the phrase “Operation Kuron” and a face identical to his own staring back at him through the open door. Now Shiro and Matt have to track down Team Voltron before Haggar’s machinations tear them apart. My Comments: Shatt at the end. I absolutely love this take on what happens after Season Three. All of the characterization is wonderful, and I love how the fic deals with Kuron and his relationship with the rest of the crew. Adding in Rebel Matt just brought it up to eleven. It was exciting and heartfelt and had a great flow–once I started reading it, I didn’t stop. The fic also set aside some time to deal with Lance’s insecurities, which was really, really lovely. I enjoyed this thoroughly.

Synergy by Kokochan Words: 74,064 Author’s Summary: The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?” Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.” Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place. My Comments: This fic is more focused on OCs than I typically enjoy, but it’s all about the worldbuilding. This take on Galra society is definitely an AU, but it’s so cool, and the fic really does its own thing. It’s very well-written and enjoyable to read, and there’s plenty of team bonding and good characterization for Team Voltron as well as the OCs. Give it a shot. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised, as I was.

Say My Name by showmethelions (sightandsound3733) Words: 1,996 Author’s Summary: The Castle’s malfunctioned again, leaving an injured Paladin a little worse for wear. My Comments: Oh gosh, poor Shiro. Poor Pidge. This is heartbreaking.

VLD Whump Week by Rangergirl3 Words: 2,489 Author’s Summary: Day 1: Fever Keith gets a fever. I guess this is…sort of set around the beginning of Season 3? My Comments: Nice pair of fics featuring hurt!Keith and some good team support. This author’s stuff is always so intense, especially when it involved Keith.

Just Enough to Fly by mckinlily Words: 1,814 Author’s Summary: It’s not that the Lion’s don’t want to work with their new paladins. It’s just each Lion has a very distinct way to communicate—and not one everyone understands. Keith, Lance, and Allura struggle to adjust to the Lion swap. My Comments: I really like this sort of meditation on how Black, Red, and Blue are different, and how that presents difficulties for their new paladins. It makes a lot of sense.

Late nights, and Long talks by TheBlackLagoon Words: 1,404 Author’s Summary: Lance can’t sleep, and apparently neither can Red. Lance shares some stories, and she listens. (This is literally just a way of giving Lance the hug he deserves) My Comments: Aw, so cute. Lance and Red deserve to bond.

The Drone Disadvange by spitfire00 Words: 3,392 Author’s Summary: Pidge suffers the consequences of her previous battle. Allura helps soothe her mind. Sequel to “The Drone Advantage” My Comments: Poor Pidge. Being the last one standing isn’t easy, even when you manage to save everyone else. Great follow-up to a great fic.

Comb through by dragonesdepapel Words: 1,693 Author’s Summary: The strands brush her neck again, the pencil skitters away to the other side of the room, and Pidge is one slight inconvenience away from giving up on this project altogether. My Comments: The Garrison Trio is so good and adorable, always. Love Hunk and Lance giving Pidge sibling-like attention and care.

The Worst Part by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words: 2,550 Author’s Summary: The problem with having identical immune systems is what hits one hard also takes down the other. Shiro and Ryou deal with it My Comments: Absolutely adorable continuation of a series in which Shiro’s clone is rescued and becomes his twin brother, basically. The sibling bantering and fighting in this fic is super cute. And adorable. Did I mention adorable?

Little Crystals by VelkynKarma Words: 448 (1/?) Author’s Summary: A collection of prompts & fills from tumblr, finally being assembled on AO3 by popular demand. Different prompts feature different themes and characters, but all stories will be platonic. Ratings range from general to teen, lengths are entirely unpredictable. My Comments: You should just go ahead and subscribe to this now, because everything velkynkarma writes is amazing. I’m really glad she’s collecting these on AO3 so I can comment on them more easily.

Five Wars and a Moment of Peace by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver Words: 2,823 Author’s Summary: In every universe, Shiro is a soldier. It’s part of who he is. In some universes, he fails. Those are the ones he remembers. My Comments: Tagged as possible romantic Sheith but can be read as gen. This is an interesting and heartbreaking premise, well-executed. The fluff at the end is much appreciated.

Krypto the Voltron Dog by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for buttered_onions Words: 8,380 Author’s Summary: “krypto the amazing space-pup. the bestest space-pup of all” -Butteredonions On a mission, Shiro finds a dog. An Earth dog. My Comments: Absolutely adorable and delightful and heartwarming in every single way. If anyone in the universe needs and deserves a puppy, it’s Shiro.

Whump Week by fairy_laughing Words: 8,978 Author’s Summary: Prompts for the VLD Whump Week August 13-20. August 13: Fever Keith is the fire paladin, he should be able to handle a little sore throat and mild fever, right? Right… (season 1, before leaving Arus) August 14: Hypothermia Classic huddling for warmth trope with a Shiro-Lance-Keith sandwich. (season 2) August 15: Near Death and/or Blood Loss Pidge knows a lot about the human body. August 16: Torture Coran is unbreakable. August 17: Insomnia and/or Mental Illness Shiro can’t sleep, won’t sleep, near Allura.August 18: Poison Diplomacy is also 1.8% avoiding poison. August 19: Internal Damage and/or Head Injury August 20: Free day! My Comments: Mild Klance in one chapter and established Shallura in another, but most of the chapters are gen. This is a great variety of whumpees, all a pleasure to read.

Mother Knows Best by Longpig Words: 2,467 Author’s Summary: When Lotor falls mysteriously ill, there is one person his generals can think of who may be able to help… but will she? My Comments: I find Lotor more interesting and compelling as a villain than likable as a character, so seeing him featured in a sickfic doesn’t give me quite the same hurt/comfort happiness as seeing my favorite members of Team Voltron. This is nonethless an interesting character study and perspective on Lotor and everyone important in his life, and I stories like this do help me understand the appeal.

Put On A Mask by StorySongs Words: 1,603 Author’s Summary: The team unexpectedly learns another one of Shiro’s triggers. My Comments: Everyone does such a great job of supporting Shiro in this. It was a punch out of the blue, but they dealt with gracefully.

The Most Brilliant Stars by wordsaplenty Words: 5,442 Author’s Summary: We Galra have many advanced methods of interrogation and torture. But me, I’m a fan of more, old fashioned, techniques. His hands settled on a serrated knife, at least six inches long. “So, Red Paladin,” he sneered, moving to stand next to Keith, “I believe it would be a waste of my time to ask you questions. You do not seem to be the type to let go of secrets.” Suddenly he plunged the knife into Keith’s shoulder, giving it a twist. **Belated Entry to VLD Whump Week: Day Four: Torture My Comments: Brutal beginning, and the recovery time is not without its bumps. Great character moments, though, and a satisfying resolution.

Must be Mice by vrepitsals Words: 1,459 Author’s Summary: Coran is running. He’s running with the fate of the universe on his shoulders. He’s running to their final destination, their last option, the zero point zero zero one percent chance they have of survival, of finding a way out of this mess. My Comments: You’ve heard the crack theory that the mice are the original paladins? Here’s a surprisingly angsty exploration of that premise.

Voltron Whump Week 2017 by hufflepirate Words: 8,969 Author’s Summary: I didn’t do the whole week, but I did end up with some monster fics when I meant to write microfics. (Well, not that monster. Just… 4k is not micro.) Day 2 - Hypothermia - Hunk fights his way through the snow to get everyone back to their lions after a diplomatic meeting. He isn’t fast enough to keep Lance from getting hypothermia, but Blue is waiting for them and everyone’s ready to support each other. Also features LOTR jokes. Day 4 - Torture - Coran hangs from his wrists and thinks back on his training in resisting torture. He’s happy to think Allura’s far away, safe with her lion, but she has some thoughts of her own about letting him be in pain. She isn’t her father, but he’d give just as much for her. Day 6 - Poison - Allura and Hunk are poisoned at a diplomatic dinner. Hunk knows what to do in the immediate moment, and the rest of the team is there to fix it afterward. Allura and Hunk grow closer through the experience. My Comments: These are some of my favorite works to come out of Whump Week. I especially loved the Coran-focused fic. Such cool worldbuilding in the midst of a terrible situation, and the ending with Allura was so beautiful and fitting. Highly, highly recommended.

Sabbatical by eugyne (AreteNike) Words: 2,641 Author’s Summary: There are a few moments of clarity in the hell Shiro lives, but not many. My Comments: Superhero AU in which Shiro is being mind-controlled by Zarkon until Matt sets him free. Short but intriguing and well-written.

For One So Small by Stratagem Words: 1,407 Author’s Summary: Eleven-year-old Lance gets to hold his baby sister for the first time and ends up naming her. My Comments: It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die.

A Sky of Stars by Bandity Words: 2,797 Author’s Summary: Lance was having a good night. So he wasn’t really sure how he ended up lost and wandering around the woods alone. His team would come for him, right? My Comments: A little more on the lighthearted side, but still a rough road for Lance, poor dear. Good thing the team found him quickly.

The Reluctant Soldier by Bandity Words: 4,167 Author’s Summary: Lance is badly injured on a mission and struggles with his role as sharpshooter. My Comments: Absolutely FABULOUS aftermath in this one. Lance goes through both a physical and emotional wringer, and needs support from every single one of his teammates to get back in fighting form. This is one of my favorites.

Lava by bookwormgir1LH Words: 1,339 Author’s Summary: Sometimes you have to get inventive to avoid boredom. My Comments: The floor is lava in space! Absolutely adorable. I love that Allura and Coran get in on the game.

So Cold Even My Hair Is Numb by wordsaplenty Words: 2,479 Author’s Summary: It was cold. That was Keith’s first thought. Why was it cold? Where was he? Why was it dark? Last he remembered there was a fight? Right? He had a job to do, he was supposed to help Lance. Lance! AKA what happens when, one conscious and one unconscious, paladins are stuck in a dark lion with the temperature rapidly dropping. **Belated entry to VLD: Whump Week: Day 2 Hypothermia My Comments: Tense and suspenseful. Whump week is the gift that keeps on giving.

lacerate by againstmygreeleaf Words: 26,012 Author’s Summary: A collection of one-shots for Voltron Whump Week! 1: Fever- Wherein Hunk’s nausea is not caused by his anxiety. 2: Hypothermia- Wherein Keith gets a taste of the Blue Lion’s element. 3: Near Death and/or Blood Loss- Wherein Pidge and Hunk find themselves in a tight spot. 4: Torture- Wherein Allura is set up and pays the price. 5: Insomnia and/or Mental Illness- Prompt modified to be Mental Torment, essentially. Wherein Shiro perceives a series of particularly unfortunate events and much more. 6: Poison- Wherein it’s Pidge vs Nature. My Comments: Every single one of these is absolutely fantastic, but probably chapter five with Shiro is the most devastating. There’s a lot of gore, so be aware of that, but I love the character interactions, and the comfort after the hurt is usually enough to make up for what the characters have been through. At least somewhat. Lance is particularly adorable and supportive and sweet, and for once he’s not the one getting hurt. Much.

Worst Case Scenario by stover Words: 8,711 Author’s Summary: Pulled out of a cryo-pod and into a devastated world, 18-year-old Lance McClain meets a veteran survivor of a global epidemic that was supposed to have ended ten years ago. My Comments: The action scenes in this fic are incredibly intense and well-written, and the setup is incredibly intriguing and feels like it has the potential for much, much more. It’s marked as the first story of a series, so I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next.

Take These Broken Wings by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words: 27,867 Author’s Summary: When Shiro disappears, the Black Lion goes dead, the team struggles under the new understanding of what it means to fight a war, and changes in leadership. Stepping into the position is difficult, and Keith doesn’t know the right answers.But then they hear a radio transmission about the return of the Champion. My Comments: Heartwrenching and messy, but completely believable, from the character interactions to the final resolution. Shiro goes through hell, AGAIN, and he does not come out unchanged.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Ten Days (58957 words) Truce (180865 words) Scattered (75718 words) - now complete familiar (100126 words) - now complete As Color Fades Away (132309 words) Gate Keeper (91441 words) The Ones Who Were Left Behind (41869 words) Fusion Confusion (19269 words) The Wounds We Heal, and Those We Don't (22034 words) - now complete

#voltron legendary defender #weekly voltron fic recs #fic rec #vldgen

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bookreadalongs · 8 years ago

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Lola and the Boy Next Doors

Lola and the boy next door 68. Cricket is the sweetest little cricket ever 69. Cricket is literally the most sweet and thoughtful guy ever. Ryan can love St Claire 70. Yeah…that’s a rough situation 23:12 Oh yeah, didn’t she, like, tell Cricket Lola didn’t like him or something? Hence, his pain when Lola saw his face? They’re basically dating. They almost kissed. I love it. I love them. I love Cricket! He missed her, like, tryouts for worlds for the first time or something. 72. Honestly, she’s pretty great too. She’s disillusioned and young, but so full of spirit. She’s getting him an obscure gear. I LOVE that. I’m very confused. Perhaps, this was him choosing Callipoe? On their birthday? When he didn’t choose her before? 73. Oh. He just didn’t want to make it harder. 74. He loves you. Aww…poor baby Cricket. I love him. He’s so sweet. He’s just…bad at communicating. 77. Obviously, Cricket will also be home. I can’t imagine these two boys so removed from the social scene 79. Does he ever bring another girl home? Doubt it 82. Does he have aspbergers? 91. I. Love. Cricket. Bell. 92. That’s so sad. Way too much. I love him 93. This was the cool girl, looking good scenario Lola wanted. Cricket had little to do with her after his sixteenth birthday. Steph Perks is good at pulling these things in. I wonder if I ever noticed before. The stars in my eyes reading before… 95. Did he think, like, physical hurt…or sex hurt? 96. He so doesn’t fricken believe you 100. He didn’t come home for laundry. He came home for you. He came back for you. He went to Berkeley for you. The only friend he’s ever had aside from Calliope 101. Steph Perks is so good at creating this tension. She knows she’s making the readers think “but…Cricket would go on a double date in a heartbeat.” Mastering subliminal thought…manipulation? Make people think they’ve come to conclusions without your help 103. St Clair is cute, sure. He’s sweet and thoughtful and caring…he’s so extroverted and cool and likeable…then there’s Cricket 104. Doesn’t St Clair have crazy good hair? Or something 106. These things I didn’t realize when I first read this…was it while I was in Kansas? Tenth grade 80+ book year? Spunk. That yellow stain. Sex anything. 107. I LOVE him 108. Aww he doesn’t want to flirt…out of respect 110. Did I mention I love him? 112. Haha TWO WEEKS? But, honestly, a lot can happen in that time. As I tell Trev, a lot can happen in a day 114. People just closed their eyes whenever they’re under any sort of stress 115. “It’s maddening how someone so easy to read can be so impossible to understand.” 117. AHHHH SECOND HURTS. Cricket…who put others before him for so long…only to always be second to…everything. Calliope. Skating. Max. 118. Was I always enticed by Cricket’s slight self deprivation? 120. Only Lola would make me wrinkle my nose in delight “OH DEAR GOD. WHY WOULD I SAY THAT?” 122. Why is he so cute? His genuineness? Genuity? 123. I too sighed. Cricket Bell is…perfection, really. He could be a little funnier…like Percy, but, hey. He’s wonderful. There’s no objections to that. 125. Not talking about guys…that litmus test…it’s so not called that. The test about girls talking without talking about guys. I think about that often ish now. Let’s amend that to: my boyfriend, cricket This is the subliminal stuff I’m talking about 127. Oh my gosh. He was breathless when he saw her. That’s amazing. I could never do that. 129. I love it. He’s so awkward. He’s so sweet. I just want to protect him from the world. 131. He’s so flipping considerate. Asking if it’s okay to eat salmon in front of her 132. He does stuff with her whole body…I guess only face her. St Clair laughs or something with his whole body, making him more European looking Ah, yes. The lie. Kind forgot 133. I need to look at their exchange again. 73. He still initiated conversation after she didn’t come. He’s so sweet. He’s so much. I love him. The word was totally Lola. He’s got something going on. He will take her hand now. That’s how he’s changed. He’s worked so hard…and she’s totally been a motivation. I love that. He would have a present for her on his birthday. Oh my gosh, that is just so sweet. 134. He thought she’d give up on him, but he never wanted to give up on her. That went both ways but just AWWWW 135. He’s…he’s really not a bad guy. He’s being honest instead of pretending to be the good guy only to swoop in “unexpectedly”. Sure, it’s hard to hear, but…she knew it. It was only fair for them both to have it out there 136. He cares about her so much He taught her not to care about what others thought. That’s so powerful. He helped allow her to be who she wanted to be 137. She had a feeling when the Bell’s moved back 139. “I release a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding.” 141. Family. I like that plot line here. I think I’m appreciating this book more now than I did before. Cricket is so thoughtful. 143. The subliminal messaging that Cricket would make her feel better in a positive way rather than fuel her flames. 145. The hurt of Cricket… 146. I really like her reactions. Ryan said she may not have liked Lola as much because she was so unrelatable…but she’s so endearing “WHAT’S THAT? WHO’S HERE? Who did my parents send?” Almost hoping for someone to rescue her 147. Cricket talks to St Clair…that warms my heart. They’re an adorable pair of friends. 150. He should be pissed. They came for her. Anna was so excited to meet Max. 151. The moon. The mom she never had. Does Cricket always hear all of this? 152. I love that seeing him never gets old. He felt guilty for falling asleep. He’s so amazing. 153. Max didn’t help. I’ve been filled with shame before…still sometimes. 155. Did she not see or communicate with Cricket whatsoever when he returned the following week? I find that hard to believe 157. Oh. It’s only been a day. 161. What the frick, man? 163. HAHAHAHAH MIIIIIIIINE. Has cricket ever asked anyone besides Lola out? This is so a double date. What a bro 165. He’s embarrassed because it’s a fluke. He doesn’t feel proud of his heritage because that guy stole the fame from who deserved it. Cricket is such a innocent soul 167. Oh, St Clair. My poor cricket 170. Obviously, Cricket is taking her home. He’s beautiful. 171. What does Cricket have? 172. He’s so…genuine. 175. He said he couldn’t come…but he came for Lola. Awk Of course she knows where Lola works. Doubt Cricket can keep everything secret 178. Throw back to when Lola was talking about what she needed super early on 182. A parting. She’s leaving? Or max. Or Lola from her past 187. Part of me loves Calliope. I remember respecting her a lot reading the first time through. Cricket was a saint in helping the reader like her 188. They’re both so selfish and in the wrong…but they’re also sympathetic characters. I want to make that. I want to be a person like that. 189. Isn’t max like cheating on her? 190. Oh, Lola, Lola, Lola. Does she see him with a girl? Maybe? I’m excited. I kind of want her to. She deserves it. She needs it. They need each other. 196. It’s so true ahah I guess I still like when books appreciate how opportunities are so serendipitous 199. He told rando girl about Lola! He is so precious. My heart is breaking. 201. He gives her the utmost respect in so many ways 203. Hahah Crickets response of “um” Yes, there’s another one. Cricket is a hot commodity 205. I wonder if Calliope has visited. This is the other life he lives without her too. I just…it’s complicated. They’re twins. They care about each other so much 207. Oh, Cricket. This page. This argument needs to go further. He shouldn’t be the one always apologizing. I know that’s a tad unfair to Lola, but she’s a tad unfair to him. 208. Lost him again? Break up with Max! It’s what they both deserve…I guess it would be awful kind of if she was like actually I do love him more and think he’s better for me and I’m better for him after all….plz take me back. It’s because I have HE knowledge that he’s a jerk that I have the freedom to be so liberal about these thoughts. She’s been happy with Max in the past…it could be hard 211. Maybe it’s the delirium isn’t the right word-exhaustion hitting in, but I laughed a little too hard about the fact that Cricket’s hand just said boo. I should sleep. I need to drive 7.5 hours tomorrow. I love reading though 1:33 213. Their banter is just so cute. It sucks if their mom really is hard on Calliope about her figure Maybe it was just a joke though 219. BREAK UP BREAK UP BREAK UP! Will she have to wait to be cheated on? Could only remember their walks vaguely because I loved the line “then we stopped pretending”. Forgot I loved that line until I came upon it again. Remembered vaguely that their birthdays were important 222. Her capital letter thinking is so funny. I also love cricket completely frozen because he’s so not dressed 223. She needs to let him go and stop jerking him around. Or hold him tightly and never let him go plz after breaking up with Max 224. I love boys next door. Probably because I know I’ve been considered a girl next door before…if I’m that obsessed with myself 226. Genetics. Why did I not love this book as much before? It’s a tinge more real? It faces actual problems? This is better than Anna. I know it. The culture was cool, the love story was great, but it was all…predictable. I wanted to say flat. It wasn’t. 227. She remembers everything. All of his achievements that others don’t… MY guess is Calliope is not berated by her mother that much because that’s why they laughed, right? Just pondering 230. Chapter twenty three. I need to sleep. I need to drive tomorrow…maybe I will take another day here…probably not. I need to finish this book. I love it. 1:52 AM 5/17 1:58 could not stay away 231. Josh’s dad cameo 232. Brunch was REQUIRED? Was that ever explicitly said? I knew he said he’d have to toughen out the meals, but I thought that was just because it’d look terrible if he said no 239. Norah asked too. Wow. Maybe I’ve grown more interested about my adoption after CJs RSA program 254. I like that she breaks up with him on her own accord, not because he’s cheating. He truly thought he loved her too 255. This is it. This is when you’re like, oh. That’s why she didn’t do this earlier. It was just that hard. She loved him 256. She isn’t looking for a Cricket rebound. It’s good. I like it 258. It’s so…deep. She doesn’t know who she is. That’s just it. She doesn’t know who she wants to be. She just doesn’t want to be hurt. Nice little Lola didn’t work out with Cricket. But…she loves him. But…who is she? Not her mom. That’s all that matters. Love it 261. Break 2:22 to write another post Crap. I cancelled it. 2:38 I wrote some 273. My foot started shaking excitedly like a dog. I tested up. It's too late for this shizz. I remember loving this classically corny line. "If the person is...Lola?" "Only if the other person is Cricket." AHHHHHH 278. The way this all flies by...she is depressed. Indisputably so. 279. The fact that they both have so little confidence is heart breaking. Also, I know Cricket has had them the whole time, but what up with the rainbow bracelets? 281. He gets her. He understands her in a way no one else does...partially because no one else has tried to I just want to read forever and not have a job or future that includes serious job stuff 282. Bourgeois...boujee 283. True. She wanted to hear Cricket. 285. AWWWWW MOMMY DAUGHTER TIME 289. Maybe that's why I thought he was cheating...because he was totally cheating on her at gigs earlier 292. Has she kept that wrench there the whole time? 294. Ah, yes. That thing hahaha 296. AWWWWWWWWW I CANT 305. Oh, dear Calliope 307. I can picture it. Pretty girls face like kind of unsightly between her duh and her slight disgust and her you're truly and idiot face 311. I read "Calliope does not find the joke funny." Three times. Then laughed. Soon. Sleep is imminent 316. He's still to shy to call her? He asked her out tonight, tomorrow night and all of the nights after that 318. She worked so hard. I've learned those feel good things where underdogs win irritate me now. They don't work all that time that the others do. I've always loved underdogs. It's just...unfair of them to win with such less effort 324. The weird similarities between Calliope and Lola. The people in this book are all so talented...everyone is though. Maybe that's it? If you follow your passion, that's enough? But nah 325. Gotta love the socks 327. What the frick this is so cute. The stars on his hand. They're always her. Everything is Lola. 335. I thought sohereitis ihopeyoulikeit was some mystic codeword to have a clever box open with those sounds together like that...nope. STEPHS ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS TO HER HUSBAND FOR RECOGNIZING THE IMPORTANCE OF A SCHOOL DANCE AND SWEEPING HER OFF HER FEET AND WEARING MATCHING CHUCKS AND ALWAYS MAKES HER FEEL BEAUTIFUL AND FLYING ACROSS THE COUNTRY THAT IS SO CUTE 3:40 4.55 stars

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maiocworld · 8 years ago

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A new start - First step to the top!

The story starts off a year after Milk started residing in Arty’s mansion and a week before the meeting with Nijiko (a rainbow goddess). This will be the finally chapter for a club admission on Instagram called Colorful.idols~

[A new start – First step to the top!]

Milk was taking a walk around the town that Arty had sent him and Hokori to run some errands. Just like usual, Milk wandered on his own, leaving Hokori to do the errands. It wasn’t that he disliked being around Hokori but he just couldn’t contain his excitement each time he gets to go out of that ridiculous mansion in a weird dimension.

“Well, Hokori-chan will be able to find me somehow. Might as well look around this town!” Milk thought to himself while entering a store.

Milk did not get why Arty did not allow him to go out on his own but allows Hokori to do so. He knows that it isn’t a matter of trust but something else and each time he asks, Arty would avoid answering or replies, “Try going out if you can.” It was frustrating for Milk to stay inside the mansion for a long period because it wasn’t helping him with his goal of being a top idol. Reasons being

1. The mansion is in a weird dimension which means there is no address, so he can’t even send in his application for an audition.

2. He can’t escape the mansion without Arty’s permission.

3. The phone in the house can be used to call but not to receive calls unless they are registered by Arty.

The whole thing was strange to Milk since Arty was the one who told him to aim for the top as an idol in the ‘human’ realm when he first came to a month ago. Also, despite all the oddness, Milk felt that he could trust Arty and did not question who he was, why and how he ended up in the mansion.

Milk went to the music section and looked through all the albums, trying to find a certain album by his favourite idol group. (Which he somehow happened to remember.) When he finally found it, he noticed another album behind it – ‘Star’ by ‘Starlight’ was written on the cover. For some reasons, Milk felt the need to grab the cd and pay for his things but just as he was about to take it off the shelf, someone else had taken it. As though snapping out of a trance, Milk shakes his head and began to head to the cashier.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that there was still one left! I’m so lucky!” a girl squealed behind Milk.

“It’s their first album and apparently, it went out of stock everywhere when it first came out! Can’t believe there was one more here,” the friend said.

The girl was the one that had taken the ‘Star’ album and Milk wondered who ‘Starlight’ was. It made him feel kind of left behind, not knowing any new idol groups.

As Milk exit the store, a girl with long obsidian black hair came running towards him. Hokori had done the errands rather quickly and was looking for Milk. Without changing her expression, Hokori asked Milk if he was ready to depart. Milk nods and they began to head to a more secluded area.

Milk looked around and wondered if they were in the right place, “Hokori-chan, I don’t think this is the right place. Arty wouldn’t pop out a transferring door in the middle of nowhere.”

Usually, the transferring gate back to the mansion is placed in a random door in town which will be activated when Hokori or Milk touches the door. Hence it felt odd for the two to be at a park where there isn’t any door in sight.

“We are in the right place,” is all Hokori said as they walk further into the park.

Once Hokori stop in her tracks, Milk feel a sudden sense of nostalgia. He wanted to ask Hokori but Hokori pointed at a bench, indicating that Milk should take a seat. Sighing, Milk heads to the bench and sat, not expecting anything to happen.

“I wonder what Arty is trying to make with those— “

His sentence did not finish as he felt his body being dragged downwards. Letting out a shrill, Milk shuts his eye tightly and prayed he wasn’t going to die. A split second later, the dragging feeling was gone and he could hear Arty’s voice.

“Welcome home!”

Milk blinks repeatedly before screaming, “I CAN’T BELIEVE THE BENCH WAS THE GATE!”

Hokori jolt in surprise for a moment before putting the items in her hands on the table and retreated to her room. Meanwhile, Arty kept laughing and kept teasing Milk about how he looked like he was about to die during the transfer. Milk could only pout and threw a nearby cushion at Arty, who dodged it in time.

“You’ve gone through that gate before but the reaction is so different,” Arty said in between laughter, causing Milk to tense.

It was at this moments where Arty accidentally (or maybe intentionally) slips out things about his past that makes Milk curious but he was scared to ask. Milk was going to head to his room when Arty’s laughter suddenly died down. Arty was no longer laughing and she had a smile unlike the one before. It was her serious smile, the one she puts on whenever she wants to mention something important.

“Milk, you went off on your own again,” it wasn’t a question but a statement.

Milk froze. He knew that Arty had always emphasised on how he shouldn’t wander off alone but this time, it sounded and felt much more serious. He couldn’t utter a word as Arty continued.

Arty took a step towards Milk, “You saw something there, didn’t you?”

Again, he could not open his mouth and Arty kept talking.

Taking hold of the bag in Milk’s hand, Arty takes out the content and smirks, “I guess you still don’t remember. That’s good,” she puts the album back in the bag and gave it to Milk.

Arty turns around and began to rummage through the bag full of things she had told Hokori to buy.

“I have just one question.”

He knew that he should be retreating to his room instead of standing there, asking Arty something she would most likely dodge but something in him wanted him to ask even if he did not get a direct answer from her.

Arty continued rummaging the bag but nodded her head briefly to show she was listening.

“That town. Was that the world I was originally from?”

Unexpectedly, Arty stopped whatever she was doing and turned to Milk. Thinking that she was going to avoid the topic, Milk turns around and was about to head up the stairs when he heard her answer.

Picking up the bag, Arty answers Milk’s question as she walks pass him.

“Yep!”

She replied so cheerfully that it made Milk doubt her but he knew that Arty wouldn’t lie about such thing so he went to his room and tried to get some sleep before dinner. By the time dinner was served, Milk was back to being the overly hyped ‘cute girl’ in the mansion.

It was a few days after that Arty announced Milk was ‘graduating’ from the mansion, “You’ll be living with someone else, in another world, starting this Sunday. So, we will be having a farewell party tomorrow!”

Milk was excited to be able to leave the ‘isolation’ world (is what he calls the realm where the mansion resides), but he also felt a little anxious since he wasn’t sure if the people in the world he was going to would accept him as he is. Despite his over confidence and always saying that he is a girl, Milk knows that no matter what, he is still genetically a male and he wasn’t sure how he would take it if people were to shun him because of it.

During the farewell party, the ‘stray cats’ (the ones that also resides in the mansion sometimes) appeared and Milk still wonders how they are able to enter the ‘isolation’ world without Arty conjuring a gate for them. Or maybe there is a gate somewhere that he doesn’t know. Once all the ‘stray cats’ had arrived, including someone he never met before, Arty began her speech.

“Today’s farewell party is for Usagi Milk, who will aim for the title of top idol! Also, since it has been a while since we had this many people in the house, let’s party till we drop!”

While everyone else were talking to each other over a drink (non-alcoholic drinks), Arty ushered Milk towards the stranger. The stranger had mid length dark brown hair and her eyes were of similar colour. She was much shorter than Milk but taller than Arty and she had a rather stoic expression on as she greeted them.

Milk was introduced to the unfamiliar person. “Milk, this is Usogi Kira and Kira, this is Milk. He’s the one you will be taking care of,” said Arty with a smile.

Usogi gave a curt bow and held out her hand which Milk took and shook. In an instant, he instinctively did his infamous greeting, “Hello! I am Usagi Milk, the number one cutest girl and aiming to be a top idol!”

Topping it off with a pose, Milk blinks his eyes awkwardly as he awaits Usogi’s reaction. She gave a small smile and said, “Nice to meet you, Usagi-san.”

Seeing that Usogi wasn’t disgusted by his high pitch (fake) voice and actions, he immediately felt that the days ahead, working together would be perfectly fine. “Call me Milk, Usogi-san~”

Before Milk could bombard Usogi with a bunch of questions regarding the living conditions, Arty drags Milk to his room.

Upon reaching the room, Arty locks the door behind them and began to mutter something before heading to the window and opening it. Usually the window would not budge at all but maybe it is because Arty was the one opening it, the window began to move. Milk expected the scenery outside the window to be pitch black but to his surprise, it showed a pavement. He stares at it for a few seconds longer before facing Arty with bewilderment.

“That’s your gate.”

It took Milk a few moments to process what Arty had meant by ‘gate’.

“So that’s how the ‘stray cats’ have could appear out of nowhere. They each have their own gates connecting their worlds to this one. But why would I have to have a gate? Does this mean I have to come back here in the future?” thought Milk.

As though reading his mind, Arty said, “You must come by occasionally to give me a report on how you are progressing. You can also come back whenever you need help, though it comes with a price of course.”

For a moment, Milk pouts at the word report but then his expression changed when a voice spoke from outside the room, “It is fine if I am the one giving the report, right, Arty?”

It was Usogi. Apparently, the door had somehow unlocked on its own and Usogi had opened it and heard part of their conversation. Milk did not know how much Usogi knew about Arty but they seemed close though Arty acts friendly with pretty much everyone. Usogi walked towards Arty and whispers something that made Arty sigh and said that it is fine for Usogi to give the reports instead of Milk. However, Milk will still have to return at least once in every 3 months or else Arty will drag him back. Afterwards, Milk went back down to enjoy Hokori’s cooking for the last time before his departure the next day. He somehow managed to talk normally with most of the ‘stray cats’. That was how the farewell party ended.

The next morning came and somehow the mansion was like usual as though the party had never happened and the people who had passed out were nowhere to be seen. Milk gave Hokori a brief hug which caused a change in the girl’s usually expressionless face. As they bid farewell, Arty mouthed something that Milk did not understand, so he brushed it off.

Sugiwara Kouhei?

It has been days since Milk began living with Usogi and he wondered if Usogi was really a girl or not when thinking about how messy the apartment was. They ended up cleaning the whole apartment on their first day and spent the following days walking around the city. Milk noticed that Arty had purposely chosen to send him to his original world and wondered if there was any purpose in doing so. During their walks, Milk would look high and low from applications to becoming an idol while dragging Usogi around who seemed to be staring at random things.

Almost a week later, Usogi suddenly came barging in Milk’s room, telling him to get dressed as a GUY. At first it offended Milk but after some explanations, he gave in and dug out his old clothes that he was apparently wearing when he had first arrived in Arty’s mansion. Minutes later, they head out to a rather crowded plaza which made Milk nervous as he was dressed differently so he felt like his confidence had disappeared. Before he could back out of helping Usogi, a tall male with huge build and short black hair came running towards them.

“Sorry I’m late— “

The man did not finish his sentence when Usogi suddenly hugs one of Milk’s arm. Milk could only smile rather awkwardly at the action. The favour Usogi had was for Milk to pretend to be her boyfriend. Usogi did not bother introducing the two and began saying that she would not go out with the man because she has a boyfriend. The two threw some verbal insults at each other and it ended with the man walking away in anger. It was rather unexpected for Milk to see Usogi acting like that. He didn’t think she was one to swear so openly in public.

Once the figure disappeared into the crowd, Usogi lets go of Milk’s arm and took a seat near the fountain. Milk follow suit and wonders if Usogi had liked the man but refused him due to some reasons. Choosing his words carefully, Milk asks, “Why did you reject him like that? He seems like a good guy.”

Usogi sighs before answering with a laugh, “Well, he’s better off without me. Plus, I have to take care of you.”

“So she did like that guy,” thought Milk.

As they sat there doing nothing, Milk decided that he’ll be nice for the day and asks Usogi if there is anything she wanted. At first, he thought that she would make him buy something expensive or do something silly in public.

“A song. I want to hear you sing.”

It was a rather easy to fulfil wish. However, just as he was about to start, Usogi continued.

“I want to hear it in your real voice.”

He knew what she had meant. His original voice, not his (fake) high pitched voice but the one he has not used ever since his stay at the mansion. It wasn’t that he disliked his voice but something at the back of his mind had been telling him not to use it. Pushing back the thought, Milk nods at Usogi and readied himself to sing.

[inserts a short cover of Milk singing: https://youtu.be/l7lfVLr5ZGU]

Shortly after singing, a girl with rainbow twin tails approached him and said, “Your colour aura… let’s make it into my source of power!”

An unknown creature that looked like a teardrop floated to Milk and a flyer appears out of nowhere. The flyer stated something about auditioning to be an idol and Milk’s eyes sparkled. Just before he could ask the girl something, she had disappeared along with the rather strange creatures. Milk turns to Usogi and grins from ear to ear.

“Time to shop for clothes!” he declared in his high-pitched voice.

Usogi could only sigh in resignation, knowing fully well that her wallet will have a hole by the end of the day. Just as they exited the plaza area and into the crowd, Milk accidentally bumps into someone, causing their cap to fall off. Without stopping, Milk continues onwards while Usogi picks up the cap and apologised to the stranger.

Extra 1: [“I want a farewell party!”]

This was during Milk’s farewell party. When Arty had dragged Milk somewhere, someone was drunk (on carbonate drink) and was pestering Hokori.

“Isn’t it un..fairrrr?” the red head asks Hokori who just happened to be sitting beside him.

“It’s… UNFAIR!” a pair of ears suddenly appeared on the red head before he continues, “When I ‘graduated’ from here, Arty dropped me into another world out of nowhere!”

The red head named Ark kept complaining about how Arty mistreats him the most out of the other residence. Meanwhile Hokori did feel sympathy for him but it annoyed her that he was slurring all his words, so she took out something that Arty had given her and showed it to Ark before throwing it somewhere else. It was a picture of a girl with twin tails. In an instant, Ark changes into his red panda form and began running after the photograph.

I wonder how Arty knew he would be complaining… then again, it is Arty.

Extra 2: [“You are trash.”]

When Milk first arrived at Usogi’s apartment, he was greeted by trash everywhere. It was difficult to even find the cleaning tools and it frustrated Milk that Usogi kept giving excuses to keep really (really) old items instead of throwing them away.

“They are trash not memories, so hurry and put them in the bag,” Milk says for the umpteenth time.

Usogi squints her eyes and flares out that they are not trash, “They aren’t trash! They are my memories, a part of me!”

“Then, YOU are trash,” Milk said with an eerie smile before Usogi gave in and chucks the old items into the trash bag.

Extra 3: [The man called Sugiwara]

A man was in a hurry as he pulls his cap down and walks into a crowd. Without looking ahead, he collided into someone and his cap fell off. In that split moment where he saw the face of the person he had bumped into, a word – or rather, a name – came out of his mouth as the person disappeared into the moving crowd.

“Milk?”

A moment later, a lady had picked up his cap and apologised to him. He nods his head absentmindedly and the lady runs off.

“O.M.G! Isn’t that Sugiwara Kouhei?!”

“From Starlight?”

Suddenly, the man called Sugiwara was surrounded by a group of fan girls and was trying his best to get away.

The lady that had picked up Sugiwara’s cap stopped in her tracks and looks back.

“So that’s Sugiwara Kouhei…”

End~

Bonus chapters will be up in maybe a few weeks to a month!

#usagi milk #oc #usogi kira #original characters

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