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hatsukeii · 5 years ago

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hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever.

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him.

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change.

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-”

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind.

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him?

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!”

“No.”

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus.

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

“What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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ultcobie · 4 years ago

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 !

— [ rules ] : tag blogs you want to get to know better !!

⋆ tagged by: @sunwoosgf ty! <33

⋆ tagging: @cbayeee ; @yeochnggu ; @all-for-yunhoseok ; @softyfor-sweaterpaws ; @seraphimguks

name/nickname: katelyn

gender: female, she/her

zodiac sign: capricorn

height: 5′6

sexuality: im het but i’m questioning whether i’m bi i don’t really know rn

favourite animal(s): monkeys !

favourite animal noise: omg wait this is a cute question um maybe like the sound coqui frogs make or the lil squeaking certain animals make when they’re eating jdjdhdh

favourite emoji(s): 💞,🧍‍♀️, 😈, 💌, 🪐 (these are all over the place bye)

favourite instrument: well my fav to play is guitar but sound-wise i've always loved violin & saxophone

favourite song: magic by coldplay pls i will never stop being in love with that song

a song stuck in my head: sending my love by chloe x halle ,, it’s literally in my head every single day lmao

average hours of sleep: lately i’ve been sleeping at least 7 so yay go me !!

current time: 6:12 pm

last thing i googled: “hello my twenties chef” HELP i love him sm okay

lucky number: 18

cats or dogs: omg nooo i love them both sm :(( but if i HAD to choose then ig dogs

random: hm i’ll do a random story instead of a fact bc i think it’s funny lmao ok so one time me, my friend, & our families stopped by the dance moms studio bc they all watched the show & wanted to take pics in front of it lol it was closed so we were like peaking in the windows just to get a glimpse ig & this random old man holding an ice cream cone came out of the alleyway & asked if we wanted to go in & we: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ but then he pulled out keys & unlocked it for us & we took a lil tour of the studio<3 djhdhdb

aesthetics: hm im not really sure i like a bunch of different ones ,, i think my favs though are probably era-based so like my favs are 70s & 80s aesthetics,, also i really like soft aesthetics like cottagecore & angelcore but then again it kinda depends on my mood so yeah basically im all over the place lmao

dream job: realistically something in psychology bc that’s my major but if we’re talking like DREAM job then something in music bc it’s always been such an important part of my life & it’s honestly one of the only things i’m super passionate about

when i made this blog: like 2013 omg .....

why i made this blog: i was originally a one direction acc lmao

#ty again for tagging me ! 💓💓#also don't feel like u have to if u don't wanna !!#mutuals <3 #tagged

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Has anybody ever told you that you’re too young to be in love? from what I remember that could happen

Did you learn anything from the last BIG mistake you made? no comment...

Do you have a favorite brand of shoes? nah

Do you like rollercoasters with big drops? I don’t do rollercoasters

Do you have any inside jokes with your parents? yes

Did you ever want a pony for a gift as a kid? nope

Do you know who your mom’s favorite singer is? she doesn’t really have one because she doesn’t listen to music tbh except what I blast

Have you ever gone to a school that made you wear uniforms? middle school

Have you ever tried to surf? nooo

Do you want to learn? absolutely not

Did you pick out the furniture in your bedroom? I wish...

Yes or no: Apple pie? yes

Yes or no: Candy apples? no

Are you a heavy sleeper? not anymore

Honestly, have you ever re-gifted something? What was it? plenty of stuff

How many months away is your birthday? 1-2

Is the closet in your bedroom a walk-in closet? I’d love to have one like this :3

Do you enjoy cooking? I do not

Which one of your family members do you wish you could see more often? grandma... and aunt Alice

Have you ever (accidentally or not) set off a car alarm? just by walking by

Do you call it sitting “criss-cross” or “Indian-style”? criss-cross is less offensive

Do you have dimples when you smile? I do indeed

Do you find graveyards scary? Jack kinda does

Have you ever carved anything into a tree? don’t do that :(

Do you give or get advice more often? give

If you have caffeine late in the day, does it cause you to struggle with your sleep? no idea, I don’t drink coffee

If you have a pet, have they ever embarrassed you in public or in front of friends or family members? What happened? sigh...

Do you leave the house every single day? almost

Would you rather spend the day at the beach, or a day in the snow in the mountains? beach

Do you prefer tops that are plain, or ones with patterns/logos/slogans? plain are lame

Do you enjoy buying gifts for other people, or do you never know what to buy them? it’s complicated

What book do you wish they’d make into a film or TV series? few of my favorites

Do you prefer zip-up or overheard hoodies? overheard, I hate zippers in clothes

When was the last time you stayed overnight away from home? Was this with friends, family or in a hotel somewhere? What was the occasion? recently, my partner[s] apartment, no occasion

Would you ever be interested in seeing a live magic show? I already did but I don’t remember anything

What’s your favourite period to learn about in history? What got you interested in this particular era? I liked interesting facts no matter of the period, I hated dates and names

Do you still use or carry cash, or do you pay for everything via card? cash forever

Are there any TV shows that remind you of your grandparents for some reason? Moda na sukces głównie

Do you know how to tie a tie without looking it up? Did you have tie in school (uniform)? maybe, we didn’t

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? hardwood

When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? last night and gonna have one now

What’s your opinion on clothes for dogs? If you have a dog, have you ever bought any clothing items for them? cute but my dog doesn’t wear any

What will you be doing once you finish this survey? What were you doing before you started taking it? I will go to sleep, I’m also playing Choices

When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? this year, we don’t argue about it which is weird because we often argue in general

Do you have anything fun or exciting planned for tomorrow? I hope I will meet with Slytherin system

Don’t you love it when you meet a dog or cat and they instantly love you, especially when the owner says ��they normally hate strangers!”? awww sounds like Nat don’t ya think? :P

Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Word Search but sudoku is cooler

Do you prefer multi coloured or plain white fairy lights? good question

Do you have a favourite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? Poirot <3 and Don Matteo

Do you hear any animals right now? not even kotszop

Is your trashcan full? it’s small so it’s almost always full

Are you hungry? am not

Is it rainy where you’re at right now? not tonight

Is your dishwasher full? we don’t own a dishwasher

Do you like to wear gloves? not really

Are you wearing anything pink right now? nothing

What is the creepiest bug you’ve ever saw? maggots are

Do you chew on your lip? might

Are you afraid of needles? I’m not

Do you like Batman? mhm

Can you see a star shape in the room you are in? I can

Do you use hand sanitizer? obvi

Are you in any kind of club or group that is trying to save animals? I’ve been signing petitions

Where were you two hours after you got up, and what were you doing there? dentist...

Have you ever played fetch with a dog? it didn’t listen XD

Do you use Netflix? if I only had an account...

Do you play games on your computer? when I’m in the mood

Did you have anything bad happen to you today? ...

Do you use the term “lol” if you don’t have anything to say? not when I have nothing to say wtf

Should you be sleeping right now instead of taking this survey? yup :x

Do you currently have any blemishes on your face? yep

Do you use smileys often in text convos? maybe

Would you ever consider being a cannibal? hell no

Did you forget something important in the past week? yeah

Are the floors in your house creaky? there are creaky places and I love it

Do you fear death? sorta

Is your mouth dry? it’s complicated

Do you have any scars from an animal? weirdly no

When was the last time it snowed where you live? Do you like snowy weather or is it just a pain? this week, it’s pain!

9 - When was the last time you got off work early? What was the reason? I don’t have a job

What time did you wake up this morning? Did you get out of bed right away? 8 and had to

Do you ever watch movies or TV shows that require you to read subtitles? why not?

When was the last time you had a haircut? When was the last time you dyed your hair (if you ever have)? Nat is gonna kill me for this bangs, I dyed my hair over 5 years ago

Do you prefer wearing tight-fitting or loose-fitting clothes? loose

What was the last piece of good news you received? Was it expected? pfft

What time of year do you start listening to Christmas music? after Halloween

Are there any names you can think of that just go well together? where should I start...

Do you enjoy museums? whatever

Do you have a username you use for everything? Or does it change each site? it changes but not for EACH

Do you have any disorders or disabilities? what I DON’T have...

Do you ever watch How To videos? in my whole life like a few

Did you have a tree house when you were a kid? If so, did you ever fall from it? I wanted to but never did

Do you enjoy designing things? Anything? I sure do

Do you know what a raincheck at stores is? I know

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up? I never remember even the titles...

Do you like the name Amy? Amy Anya :(

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Are you close to that person at all? I called my dad but he couldn’t talk so... he’s my friend

Do you enjoy watching bloopers or outtakes from TV shows? could

Have you ever dreamed of owning your own shop? What kind of thing would you like to sell? antiques and such

Are you a twin? If not, would you ever want to be a twin? If you are a twin, do you ever wish you weren’t? ;)

Would you ever want to go and visit the moon? it’s bought by Tom Cruise, no thx

Does anything on your body hurt or ache right now? shut up...

When was the last time you struggled to get to sleep? Was there was a specific reason for that? constantly

When was the last time you had a cold? With everything going on in the news, did you worry that it was COVID? my dad had a cold

Do you think people should have to pass a test in order to own pets? it’s not the worst idea

When was the last time you fell asleep/had a nap during the day? Is this something that happens often? it happens very rarely

so how are you today? bad

have you ever been to London? in the past life lmfao

do you enjoy going to the library? heh...

what’s the last movie you watched? we rewatched Asterix and Obelix

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slothssassin · 5 years ago

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OC Interview

I was tagged by the wonderful @briarfox13 thank you ♥

Tagging @overboss @starsandskies @liaorban @obvidalous @nerdierholler @adaar-i @phoenixfg and whoever else wants to do this, show me your OCs :)

Doing this for my Farmer from Stardew Valley, Remy ♥

Art by @adaar-i ♥

name ➔ Remy Nenita Wyatt

are you single ➔ Not anymore! I was so lucky I still can’t believe we’re together now, it’s been only a few weeks but I’m - wait, why am I even telling you this? She giggles

are you happy ➔ Yes! Most definitely.

are you angry ➔ No, not right now.

are your parents still married ➔ They are! Have been for more than 30 years now.

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ I was born in El Nido in the Philippines which wasn’t planned at all! My parents visited mum’s family there and I was a bit too eager to be born, I should have waited at least another month.

hair color ➔ That depends, you mean my natural hair colour? That would be black, but I really love to experiment. I’ve had blue hair, red hair, purple hair, blonde - yeah don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t nice - but my all time favourite is dark green.

eye color ➔ Dark, almost black I’d say?

birthday ➔ 2nd December

mood ➔ Happy!

gender ➔ Female

summer or winter ➔ Oh, that’s tough. I love winter in Pelican Town as it’s so peaceful and it means less work for me, right? Summer is beautiful too though, I really enjoy staying up late then. So just give me both.

morning or afternoon ➔ Morning. I have to be up early with all the farm work waiting for me. But I love it. Most of the times.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Oh yes a lot.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I don’t know, it hasn’t happened to me yet. But I can imagine it does work for some people?

who ended your last relationship ➔ Uhh it’s been a while. She laughs and clears her throat I think I did though. It was back when I was still living in the city but I was busy with work and stuff.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ … I don’t know?

are you afraid of commitments ➔ No? I don’t think so at least.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah sure!

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Uhm yeah during my school years when we were all too awkward to actually talk to each other.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Probably? Like not in a romantic way I think, more like a “Will do this, but can’t get out of my shell” way.

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Love. But lust comes with love right? She winks awkwardly and starts giggling

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Both are good!

cats or dogs ➔ I have to say cats! My first animal on Grandpa’s farm was a cat, I called him Pebbles. But I think the farm needs a good doggo too.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I’d rather have a few close friends I can trust than multiple ones that don’t really know me.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Romantic night in. You know not like watching romantic movies with candles and dinner and shit like that but just being lazy together, playing games, ordering a pizza, that sounds good to me.

day or night ➔ Hmmm… day?

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Nope. I mean I never needed to sneak out in the first place.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Oh sure. My mum always told me the story how she almost had a heart attack when I fell down the stairs as a baby. Luckily nothing bad has happened.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ She sighs Oh man, yeah surely.

wanted to disappear ➔ Yeah, sometimes. Back when I was living in the city I often felt like no one cared if I was around or not. And I disappeared after all, didn’t I? I mean I left everything behind to come here.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes, that’s what I notice first

shorter or taller ➔ Taller

intelligence or attraction ➔ Well, I can judge attraction first and intelligence only when I talk to someone. So I’d say both are important. I’d rather have someone with a brain than someone who just looks good though.

hook-up or relationship ➔ Relationship

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ We do! We talk daily.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Not really no? Okay I mean I changed jobs often, never stayed at one place for a long time, but I always had my family and a few friends to count on, so I wouldn’t call it “messed up”.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ No, I love my family.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No!

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Of course, I hate Alex. Alex, if you read this, I hate you right? No really, come on, if I secretly hated them I wouldn’t call them a friend?

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Nooo not really, I have best friends and friends.

who is your best friend ➔ Well, for one by brother Dwyer and his wife Lisa. Dwyer was my first best friend. Then I have Bob, I met him while living in the city and he’s the only one I miss from this time. And I’ve really met a bunch of great people here in Stardew Valley too, best friends as well.

who knows everything about you ➔ Shane. And Emily. Dwyer, Lisa and Bob know enough as well.

#stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #sdv farmer #remy wyatt #stardew valley oc #tagged #oc interview: no. 2

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 5 years ago

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New adopted oc! Her previously owner and creator gave it away to adoption and i took her in, can’t let a beautiful oc like her to go to waste/deleted/erased!

This beautiful but deadly oc was adopted by me and she will be in the mafia crew AU Alfa-beta-omega ONLY!

Can’t wait to draw her! Her red eyes are stunning, black long hair and dark hound ears, dark skin, her pet is a dog! Just look at her, i’m very happy having her in my AU!

More information about Abigail according to her previously owner/artist: Abigail has the red strings (of fear).

She’s the leader of the hell hounds (plus eldest)

She has a big dog(hell hound but I don’t have a ref of the dog) that she always loves and she loved during around life time. Her crimes were murdering innocent people with her dog and how she died was being buried alive with her dog.

Thank you for understanding! 🌹

Coming soon i hope, my new oc…

Well, they are my ocs so i better start to work on them 🙂😲 can’t wait 😁

Lets start with their backstory and past:

Yoldeing the cat: Is Bella best friend and like a big sister, they know each other since day one, they were born at the same hospital. Nobody knows Yoldeing real parents since mister Tomoshi, found her abandoned in the crib after only 3 days…also Bella is half japanese, that’s why Yoldeing decide to learn japanese.

The fire lady (Ruby): Ruby is a spirit of fire, they lived with people in peace since no one can really see them, however one boy, Silver can see her perfectly…At his six birthday, a fire started in the room where he and others kids played; that event left a mark on the poor boy and a big scare. Silver was afraid of her since she reminds him of the past however one night an half human-spirit Ruby appears at his door, asking him for help…Now, Silver must help Ruby get into her world before she disappear completely!

Silver: Silver, is a hot white hair boy, who has no care in the world, he is a strong and free person. He has a guitar and his love is “Mona” a red motor scooter. His father is one of the richest men since it’s a family business for generations…However he is not interested in such boring things, Silver is a dreamer!

Bella the cat: As a family, Bella has her parents and her younger brother, also she has an aunt (she was adopted; sister of Bella mother) that is a fox with 9 kids (Blue is one of them and Bella cousin)…Her best friend is Yoldeing the cat. The rest of her past is N/A

It’s time to meet another new adopted oc: Rocky flame, she is much more like a candle with flame 😅 Rocky flame smells like vanilla… Her friends are Dandelion the white flower and Muffy, Rocky flame doesn’t like Amstran the moon dancer too much because she thinks that he is like a bad omen…

I have bad news: My black marker died on me recently 😧Nooo!😣

Also fact about my ocs: Layla has the left eye green while the right is blue, she bleed black ink and her tears are red as blood! Also she has a double personality!

Bella the cat: She has yellow eyes, and in her pink hair has some green hair, so yes, her hair has 2 colors even that in her family no one has green hair, also her silver moon earrings are important to her, it was a gift from her grandmother!

Diamond suffers from memory lost, she can’t remember a part of her childhood, she is part cat because her mother was a cat…and Diamond is shy and insecure, her cat part is brave and loves adventures…other then that she has my personality because before becoming an oc it was my persona…

I might talk about my adopted ocs such as Luna the moon demon and Elly the snow cat…

Luna the moon demon is actually a reflection of the moon called the moon child in many mythical stories… She has been born from all the events that was happening on full moon from decades ago, Luna only appears on full moon, but there are rare moon fenomens like the super moon/ blood moon, the moon of vampires etc that emphasize her true form and it’s not a pretty sign…She loves the moon eclipse, it’s her favorite time! Originally, she was created to protect the ones who were lost at night but that changed due in time! Now, she is just a moon demon!

Elly the snow cat: She along with her family is a descendent from the big cats that lived in the ice Age. Elly loves cold, she is a cold person, not many likes her, she is always sad! She hates Summer only because of the heat, she loves Winter! On Winter Elly wears often a swimsuit and takes baths in the frozen lake! All of her family calls her ice princess, her favorite movie is Frozen!

Should i create some children for my ocs ship? 🤔😥

Update:

Bella the cat with Vincent the rock star have a boy named Winchester Victor born on May 11

Silver and Ruby: the fire lady have a boy, his name is Shun born on March 7 and adopted Flame

Monica with Nick: a girl, her name is Felicia born on January 20

Diamond has 2 girls, they are non identical twins and is a single mother… Amy and Anna, both born on October 17

Amber the lost angel and Miya the rightful angel adopted a girl: Grace (grey eyes and blond hair) born on April the first

Layla has Calliope born on December 12 , her father is unknown

Blue the fox with Elly the cat has Phoebe (fox) born on June 10 and Martin (cat) born on July 5, Phoebe is 2 years older then Martin

Tommie the farmer cat and Eleonora the raimbow joy: Amstran the moon dancer and his little sister Cleo born on November 4

Name: Silver

Gender: Male

Backstory: N/A

Hair color: white

Eyes color: Green

Relation: In love with Ruby:the fire lady

Family: Two sister and their father

Favourite color: Green

Favourite season: Winter

Age:19

Name: Blue the fox

Gender: Boy

Species: It’s a foxy…i hope that i can draw it

Backstory: N/A

Eyes color: Red

Hair: short and pink

Family: Only parents

Favourite color: Red

Favourite season: Spring

Age: 21

Name: Bella

Species: Cat

Eyes color: Yellow

Hair color:Pink with green

Backstory: N/A

Family: Her cousins, mother and her grandfather

Favourite season: autumn

Favourite color:Pink

Ok, it’s time for a new oc that i love it…her name is Layla and yes…i will use 2 of my names so i use them when i want it 😅 but still i’m the same person that has the same boring ocs or not…actually no one knows their story so…i always wanted a different oc now i have it…Unlike Karina/Dolor that it’s a shadow of revenge that love misery and feels hate, this oc likes to mess up with rituals, a cute little blond that is adorable at first can kill you in a secunde…and yes she has a tail, that doesn’t often shows it…😅

Drippi the mouse of heart INFO:

Drippi is a yellow mouse having a twin sister…Because he is special (has a red heart shape in his fur) no one likes him that much, not even his family! Drippi only friend was Faith the head rabbit before Faith was killed and come back to life as a head! Drippi doesn’t know about his friend condition, he only knows that Faith disappeared and that he has to find him! Drippi end up in the Cartoon Town where he meets Diamond and now Diamond has a friend, the city is big and dangerous… will Drippi find his lost pal?

Faith:Let me tell a story about two brothers and a crime…

About Faith the head rabbit: Faith was 18 years old (means 1 and half year in our years because rabbits has short lifes) when his jealous older brother decapited him…

But that night it was a full blue moon, when his spirit meet this demon girl Luna the moon demon!

So, they made a contract, Luna giving him the power to turn back time that’s why his eyes looks like clocks…

But making a contract with a demon there are consequences you must pay!

Now Faith the head rabbit must spend his eternity as a head taking care of Luna the moon demon as her butler!

Ok, so after the poll that i’ve made looks like some of you want more information about my ocs! You can still vote helping me making the blog a little more spicy! Lool! Also thank you so much for the support, any piece of advice is welcome here!

Today i’m for my male ocs:

Vincent the rock star

Tommie the farmer cat

Faith the head rabbit

Hester the photo marksmen

+ one more…

Vincent the rock star:

He was born on July 14, family has his father that is his mentor, his mother died when he was 11 years old! Vincent has his mother voice but loves rock music that comes from his father so he decide to become a rock star singer! He meet Bella the cat at one of his concerts, so they become an item!

2. Tommie the farmer cat

Born in September 6, he was an ordinary cat owned by a family of farmers in a town where strange things happens! He is a lovely and single dad at the age 21 having a pumpkin son…strange things happens and when magic gets involves nothing is the same!

3. Faith the head rabbit

Faith the head rabbit was a royal happy rabbit till one night when he got murdered!

He had 3 (2 older and 1 younger) brothers and 2 young sisters, born in April 10! He makes a deal with Luna the moon demon and so his past become history!

4. Hester the photo marksmen

Hester is a creature made from artists desire, he has 2 faces (one happy and the other sad), likes poems and drama books! He is a misterious and charming man, that has 2 voices (one sounds happy and the other sounds sad)…He is an expert in taking and making photos also using his powers he can make every photo become real!

That is all for today!

#my ocs #my adopted oc #info #information #old

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whatwashernameagain · 6 years ago

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Keep him safe - Chapter 24

You can read the previous Chapters here: Ch 1, Ch 5, Ch 10, Ch 15, Ch 20, Previous Chapter, Ao3 Link, Lo’s, Pat’s and Virgil’s aesthetics, Fantasy AU You are Magical, I’m dying to be with you

Pairings: Logan/Patton, Roman/Virgil

Words: 11.695

Warnings: mentioned violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, panic attack, references to prostitution

Summary: Detective Logan Sanders and his best friend and dorky partner Roman Prince have made a dear friend in the lovely pattisier Patton. Logan however feels a lot more than friendship for the sweet man, even though he knows he cannot possibly have him. Their routine is broken abruptly when Logan finds bruises on Patton’s fair skin and slender wrists he could hardly have received from his costumary clumsiness. Meanwhile his partner Roman has his own demon to fight, which comes in the form of a little delinquent who seemed to have been pulled into a street gang quite against his will. Roman is determined to help the strange young man. It would be so much easier though if he just stopped hissing at him!

Notes: This chapter follows the one-shot ‘mine to protect’ which you can find here. Also, this chapter is gay. Very gay. Lot’s of caring and talking. A cameo of one of my favorite humans and Patton makes a friend that gives him a helpful perspective. And I added pictures as an example.

Chapter 24

Waking up this morning with the aftereffects of crying until you had no tears left was not fun. The slight residue of a tension headache, as well as a really parched throat greeted Virgil. Groaning, he rolled over, only to realize that the sun was up high. Shooting up with a curse, he dislodged Cat, who howled in shock and rolled right off the bed with a dull thud. Darn, that raccoon had grown round quickly.

Blindly pawing at the blankets Logan had heaped on top of him, Virgil came across a piece of paper. Scanning it with sleepy eyes, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. Fucking mother-hen of a detective!

Logan and Patton had apparently ganged up on him by giving him the day off, turning off his alarm and abandoning him to Roman’s idea of a relaxing day. Running his hands through his tangled locks, the young man wished he could just – not be here, or at least hide under the covers all day and wallow in his guilt. The sudden stab of pain under his ribcage, the flash of helplessness, of misery and terror, helped him understand just why Logan had chosen to torture him with Roman’s attention. If he stayed in here and marinated in the memory of Remy standing before him, taking charge to protect him, almost dying under his friend’s hands, the fear he’s felt, the realization that his life, the violence he’d grown used to, that had seeped under his skin along with the constant coldness, would follow him everywhere – it would eat him up and send him right into a proper panic attack and that would not be pretty for anyone. With a sigh that made his chest flare with discomfort as if his ribs were newly broken, he got up to see what the moron had in store for him. He was sure to hate it.

“You can’t be serious, man!” Virgil screeched. His voice was higher than usual and his hands were itching to curl into claws. His old fight or flight instinct told him to kick Roman in the shins and run. Preferably screaming at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, Rosa had come along too and she was sure to just catch him and throw him over her shoulder. He absolutely believed she could.

Talking of Rosa Diaz… Virgil turned wide, disbelieving eyes on her. “Why are you here? This doesn’t sound like a place you’d be found dead in.”

The Latina gave him an unimpressed look, raising a single eyebrow. “There’s nothing wrong with getting pampered. We deserve it.” She answered, voice monotone and unembarrassed. “Also, this place is magical.”

It sure looked like it. And gay. It looked really gay. Virgil wasn’t gay enough for this place. He tried to make a run for it.

“No.” Rosa said simply, grabbing him by the arm.

Virgil had faced down men twice his size armed with knives and worse, had climbed into stranger’s cars when he’d hardly been an adult and had gotten on his knees in dirty alleys out of necessity. He’d grown hard and lean and tough as leather and hissed in the face of adversity, but Roman had to coax him across the threshold of Hairstory Studio like a terrified kitten. The whole place was huge and bright and covered in black and white Polaroid pictures to create a comfortable retro look and it looked expensive. A dirty street rat like him did not belong in here! Roman, with his tall build, his confident posture, his perfect skin and dazzling smile was right at home here. Virgil was a creature of the shadows and was not supposed to put a toe of his scruffy trainers into this place. They’d sneer at him and scoff at his clothes, his hunched shoulders, his – everything.

“It’s alright, Virgil.” Roman crooned at him. His green eyes were very warm, as were his hands as they enveloped his thin, pale ones. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I know this is not the kind of place you usually frequent-”

“Because I don’t belong here!” Virgil hissed frantically. The detective’s eyes saddened.

“I can see that you feel – unsure about this idea, but I promise I shall be there for you every step of the way to aid and support you. I only want to show you a different part of this city, and perhaps help you find a different side of yourself. Not that you need it! To me, you are utterly perfect in every way, but I wish you’d be able to enjoy yourself a little more.”

Fuck him. Fuck him and his earnest desire to help. Fuck his big, gentle hands and his caring expression and hopeful eyes.

“Roman, this is nice and everything, I guess. But I don’t- I have no business being here, I can’t begin to pay for that sort of shit and I don’t want you paying for me!” He added hastily. He hated accepting charity. The fact that Logan wouldn’t budge on the rent money Virgil tried to pay him already made him itchy. He claimed it would be illogical, since he didn’t pay any rent either and he wanted Virgil to save the money for himself. It would be the ‘fiscally responsible thing to do’. Fuck him too.

Fucking Roman fucking Prince was very good at persuading him with his puppy dog eyes though, pretending to want this for himself and to want Virgil there for his enjoyment and looking so fucking sad when he tried to bolt… fuck him.

Somehow he ended up entering this ridiculously clean studio to have a – a spa day. Ugh. The worst thing was that he saw the necessity. Kind of. Roman’s hair had been growing much like an untrimmed garden those last few months and it had become longer than he’d ever worn it before, falling into his eyes constantly and almost brushing his broad shoulders. It needed to go. Similarly, Virgil’s hair, which had never been as well kept and tended to as Roman’s, had grown long and annoying. He kept blowing it out of his face and getting tangles into it. Tangles which bothered Logan so much that he kept running his fingers through the locks to fix them with obsessive neatness. The nerd. The worst was the color though. The raven roots had grown in several centimeters and the purple had grown pale from washing. Even Virgil had to admit that it needed a trim, though he would have just bought a package of dye in the supermarket and some scissors. This was a place he wouldn’t have entered in a million years. Especially if he’d known he’d get assaulted by a long-haired, very gay man.

“Oh my god, Roman is that you, hun? You’re like, the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen today and YOU BROUGHT ROSA OH.M.G I’m so happy you’re like, in my humble shop to be a badass fabulous goddess, c’mere, I wanna smooch you!” The brunette cried, hugging and kissing them both as soon as they’d rounded the corner. He was perhaps the gayest man Virgil had ever seen, with his brunette hair that was straight as silk and the heels he was basically floating in. Aaaaand he’s spotted Virgil.

“Gasp, who is this lovely little angel? I can’t even tell you how much I’m in love with you right now!” Before the young man could attempt to get away, the other was all over him, messing up his hair and tilting his face up. He froze, wide eyed.

“Nooo, Look at you adorable doll, like a little baby-guinea pig with anxiety. He’s so scared!” He even mimicked a nibbling rodent. Rude! Then he smiled at Virgil.

Ugh, it was the sweetest, most genuine look. Like he really, actually liked the young man right away. Virgil glared.

The man squealed.

Hopping up and down, he giggled about Virgil’s adorableness before pulling him in fearlessly to give him the – admittedly – most unwelcome and yet sweetest hug ever.

“Come into Jonathan’s arms, honey!” He chirped. Virgil felt loved. Reluctantly.

“Told you, he’s magical.” Rosa muttered contently.

A screech right next to his ear made the young man flinch and itch for a knife. Too high! These gays were too loud, too high! The young man yearned for the protection of his hoodie. Unfortunately it was currently weighted down by… oh. He’d gotten so used to carrying the fat and ill mannered raccoon around in his hoodie, looking like a voluminous fur filling, that he’d completely forgotten it was there. In a very tidy, very expensive saloon. He’d known he shouldn’t be here, they’d get Roman kicked out of his favorite place and he couldn’t live with the shame of ruining this for him. He already felt the uncomfortable heat rise under the thick fabric.

Jonathan wasn’t deterred though. What was is about fabulously gay men and that trash panda?

“Oh my god THAT’S a raccoon!!! This is like the greatest day ever I’m gonna swoon, catch me, Roman! Oh my god can I hold hercanIholdher AHHHHH SHE LICKED MY HAND OH MY GOD THIS IS LIKE THE GREATEST THING THAT’S LIKE EVER HAPPENEDEVER!!!”

Cat was the talk of the town. She got pulled from his hoodie, handed around, brushed and kissed and bathed in the shiny sink while the others were herded to the comfortable chairs to get their hair cut. Instead of hissing and biting, the contrary beast slubbered around the bubbles and purred loudly while delighted hairdressers massaged her. Jonathan was lost for about twenty minutes, cutting fur into shapes, drying said fur in stylish ways and then posing for selfies with the diva-beast.

“Yeees, work that camera, bitch! Oh yes, you’re a heart-breaker, gimme stripes, gimme claws, gimme sharp teeth and pitch black eye-shadow – yes, yes, yes!” He chanted, making kissy faces at the glossy, poofed up animal. By the time he finally found time to attack Virgil’s messy locks, the former gang member had grown lightheaded with laughter. His face was hurting and he felt giddy and completely unlike his usual self. Jonathan seemed determined to carry his bright and cheerful feelings over into his looks as he pulled and brushed his hair enthusiastically, keeping up a stream of chatter.

“Shut up, I’m obsessed with you, your hair is gorgeous! You’re gorgeous, stop stealing my heart!” Soon, Virgil was helplessly laughing at the outrageous compliments, spurring the other on even more, judging by the happy glow in his eyes.

“Oh you’re so small and feisty, like a bitey little raccoon - striped and, like, giving me I’m sharp toothed-I’m gorgeous and I know it-Imma scratch you-back off vibes - complete and utter perfection!”

And admittedly, he even did a great job. His hair was softer than he’d ever felt it before, bright and unapologetically purple. Short in the back with just the right length to fall over his eyes and let him hide when he needed it. Virgil couldn’t stop running his fingers through the downy softness. It complimented his pale complexion and made his skin look elegant instead of unhealthy and pasty. Amazingly, as he settled onto a comfy sofa to wait for Roman, he felt just a tiny bit… beautiful. This gay hairdresser really was magic. As he finally got Cat back however, he found they’d dyed a shiny golden spot into the fur at the tip of her tail and they were going to have words about that! Once Cat stopped vibrating in his lap. She wasn’t even hiding under his hoodie.

The last of his tension from being touched by strangers melted from his shoulders as he petted Cat’s fur (soft instead of shaggy and perpetually stick from stolen baking) and observed Roman in his natural element. He obviously loved being taken care of and made pretty. The flirting of those two was outrageous.

“Roman, baby, honey, those shoulders! You’re like, a real, actual prince and I wanna marry you, take me now, I’m yours you big, strong officer of the law. Such a hero! Look at you, busy saving the world, stealing hearts, like.a.boss. Like fricking Christ Hemsworth with all of that gorgeous hair Oh my god!”

“Dearest Jonathan, your professions humble and delight me beyond words. Especially since you grow fairer every day, I would die for you my lovely damsel! I’d defeat a dragon and pick the stars to be allowed to gaze upon your flamboyantly perfect hair and your make-up – simply radiant! What is your lip-gloss called?! I must have it!”

Jonathan blushed, giggling adorably. They were sickeningly cute.

While they flirted, the long-haired man made his magic happen. Pulling the too long locks this way and that contemplatively, he suddenly pulled out a razor. The cold dread that flooded Virgil was quite the surprise. He couldn’t shave off all of that gorgeous hair though! The caramel mane, shiny and thick and perfect, featured in all of Virgil’s most secret and more than a little terrifying thoughts. Rosa laughed at him as she felt him tense.

The young barista started biting his nails miserably as Roman obediently tilted his head forward and the hair started tumbling to the ground. As it turned out, not all of it though. The chatty hairdresser pulled off a stylish undercut of downy, soft hair that left a mop of large, shiny curls on top of Roman’s head that fell into his face just right and could be combed to the side to look like his head was full of pretty curls.

“And when you go like, chasing the bad guys and fight like batman you just go – wooop! And pull it all up to make this sexy, super cute bun and make all the guys and gals and everyone else fall for you.like.a.model! Gorgeous. Get out of here, you’re perfect!” Jonathan explained, halting his grooming briefly to snap his fingers sassily. Cat snapped her jaws to mimic the motions. Oh dear.

And fuck, he was right. It was a sexy bun. The hairdo brought out his perfect cheekbones and highlighted the shape of his face and was just a little bit punk and wild and Virgil found it insolently, impossibly hot. Roman’s bright grin and shining eyes made him look more handsome than he had any right to and the way he squealed with his friend… Virgil felt warmth pool deep inside him, deeper than the heat Roman’s beauty awoke in him. This wasn’t fair! Just as he’d thought he’d gotten used to Roman’s impossible brand of attractiveness, he went all punk-hipster on him and made him loose all control over his thoughts. The worst was that he’d challenged him to come to this place he’d thought he’d be thrown out with insults on his heels and he’d actually had fun. He’d been accepted even with his scruffy clothes and washed out dye and the fat, mean raccoon queen. He’d learned something new and experienced something wonderful and it was all due to Roman. He helped him out of his shell and pulled him kicking and screaming into the light with him, where things were warm and glittery and beautiful. Roman shared this beauty he radiated to selflessly, so joyfully and kindly. He gave him a place in a world Virgil had believed he’d lost the right to more and more with every ugly, disgusting and painful deed he’d done.

As the detective twirled in front of them, happy and confident and demanding praise and attention, slowly, a realization settled in. The detectives were here because they wanted to be. Victor was locked away, they didn’t need to protect him any longer. It was over. He was free to start a new life. A life where Roman grabbed his hand and complimented his dazzling hair and Cat’s delightful golden fur and where he got pulled along to get his bitten nails and Cat’s claws manicured and where he only had to fight the care and love to keep up appearances of his threatening persona because he wanted to instead of the need to survive. A life in the sun.

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Logan was starting to understand Virgil’s dislike for hospitals as he made his way through the brightly lit corridors. The smell of antiseptic spray was more prominent than even he could comfortably handle and the neon lights above droned on in an irritating, low hum. He already missed the warm sunlight.

Bringing his little delinquent here was definitely out of the question. Considering how protective Remy had been of the young man, Logan assumed he would not have taken kindly to a visit either. No, it was best to let the therapist rest and allow Roman to look after their young one until Remy was ready to see him in a less stressful atmosphere. There was no reason for Logan not to finally pay his old friend the visit that had been long overdue though. He only wished he weren’t this nervous about it. Of course, there was no logical reason to be anxious, since it could hardly go as baldy as his attempt the day before where he’d found his friend bleeding on the floor. He would simple extend his best wishes, deliver his present as was dictated by social rules and engage in the expected length of small-talk for approximately 15 minutes.

Oh Tesla, what was he supposed to talk about for such a long time?! Considering the relativity of the perception of time in uncomfortable situations, a quarter of an hour could metaphorically feel like a lifetime and it had been so long since they’d last talked. Logan had no idea whether he still knew his friend well enough to have anything to talk about, he wasn’t even the same gender as last time and what if he didn’t like his gift? He couldn’t insult him after he got shot while taking care of his Virgil! He hadn’t felt this awkward since the first few weeks of working with Roman. Would it be cowardly to hope the other was asleep when he arrived?

Unfortunately, Remy had no intention of depriving Logan of the joy of finally spending time with him and giving him all the attention he had definitely not missed, no ma’am!

“Logan! Get the f- in here! You, like, never visit me in here, I don’t even know why I try!” He howled before the detective had even finished knocking.

“You have only been here for a total of 26 hours.” Logan informed him stiffly as he slipped through the door.

“Um, Ye-es! And how many of those has my adoring sidekick spent, like, weeping at my bedside – not that I care or whatever!” Remy complained, crossing his wobbly arms with a lot of flair and uncrossing them just as quickly with a hiss of pain. Finding himself unable to strike a pose or even take a sassy sip of his non-existent cup, he felt a very justified pout coming up. Where had the girls put his shades, he was so naked! Spotting only the bright blue plastic ones with the bunny ears attached to the side that Rena had brought him, he gave up with a sigh of acute misery. Nothing would ever cheer him up again, his life was over!

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose at being confronted by a display that was so – Rebecca. She – he, was all drama once again and the detective shuddered with horror at the thought of him spending time with Roman. Did he really need another friend who insisted to call him their sidekick?

Spotting the dark shades Remy had been looking for half buried under the very soft blanket displaying a large-eared, blue cartoon creature that someone had draped over him, Logan fished them out of the pile of fabric. Upon finding the object of his desire dangling from the other man’s fingers, Remy lit up brightly. He made sure to school his features into his usual mask of disinterest quickly, but Logan had seen and verdammt, yes, he needed another friend like him. Why did his illogical emotions insist on attaching themselves to those strange, dramatic individuals?

Perhaps because they made his heart warm whenever their face transformed with happiness every time he did something to show his affection. Remy was certainly growing enthusiastic, since he’d spotted the little package Logan had been half hiding behind his back, nervous of its reception. Was he assuming too much about their history by giving something that referred to an incident that had happened so far in the past? He was not getting out of this one though.

“Hand it over, missy! I deserve PRESENTS!” The therapist wailed as if he��s been abandoned without food or hope in a dark hole in the earth, conveniently ignoring the dozens of pictures drawn with brightly colored crayons hung around his room and a stuffed pink bear adorned with tiny sunglasses still tucked under his arm.

Sighing, Logan revealed the clear plastic box, holding it out for grabbing hands (and patiently waiting as they missed on the first try, his friend clearly was still medicated).

The therapist stilled in concentration, pushing down his shades to squint at the small print on the label – honestly, why would he not simply use glasses, he’d refused them even in the gifted-camp. Logan felt his palms sweat in nervous irritation.

A giggle escaped the other man that was too high for his figure, but oddly fitting nevertheless. The detective released the breath he’d been holding.

“This is, like, the worst gift!” Remy crooned, waving the package in lieu of a cup.

Feeling his lips curl helplessly, Logan remembered their first genuine conversation with more than a little fondness. His lip had been bleeding all over his tidy polo-shirt. He’d been quietly listening to Rebecca rave about the stupidity of boys, pulling her hair and telling her to play with dolls and giving her flowers. The boys of the camp appeared to have felt motivated by her dismissive attitude towards them and had made it a game to win her over with bad flirting, unwanted attention and the very same vegetation that was now lying crumbled in the mud before them. Their pink petals had rained down onto the ground since she’d used them to beat off her annoying harassers.

Logan had felt sorry for her quickly, considering how uncomfortable the young girl had felt upon being followed around and pulled and prodded. A very – unfortunate incident following the flowers had spurred the young nerd to step in. Certainly, he’d done very little but get punched in the face, but upon being confronted with resistance and a witness, the other boys had fled.

Rebecca had hardly needed his protection, Logan had been certain of it. He’d never seen someone stand up to others so bravely and made sure to tell her so. She was strong in his eyes, and the shaking of her hand as she handed him a tissue for his lip didn’t diminish that.

They’d sat in the grass together until the bleeding stopped, just talking to each other. As Rebecca had torn apart the leftover stems of the poor red campions that had been unfortunate enough to grow close to boys nearing the peak of puberty and stupidity, she’d groused angrily that flowers were the worst gift ever. What was she supposed to do with plants she couldn’t eat anyways? ‘Flowers are no f-ing use to me unless they’re edible. Frigging useless vegetables! All straight and arrogant and fake. Boys are stupid.’

Now, he gleefully pried open the box of edible flowers, pulling out blue pansies, yellow and orange sage flowers and purple violets.

“The worst!” His eyes were bright with unshed tears though. They settled into a comfortable atmosphere afterwards, trading memories and sharing flowers to munch on despite the doctor’s exasperated warning.

Unfortunately, the therapist did not intend to let his long lost friend off the hook that easily. He leaned back in the mountains of pillows that had been stacked behind him, looking like the cat that got the cream and making Logan’s hackles rise.

“Soooo, princess. You thought she was an effing cat?”

Feeling a flush spread over his cheeks, Logan cursed his pale complexion. He cleared his throat, adjusting his tie for good measure.

“Considering the less then ideal circumstances as well as the poor visibility inside the narrow confines of the container we discovered...”

Remy started cackling with nothing less than malicious glee.

The detective growled at him, annoyed at being interrupted in his defense of his very reasonable assumption.

“You’re a riot, gurl! You’re lucky you found that sassy lady. She’s, like, the best!”

“I believe the raccoon to be male, actually.”

Remy raised an eyebrow over his shades before trying to catch a flower with his mouth. It landed in his hair. “Trust me, darling. She a queen. She’s basically my spirit animal or soulmate or whatever. We’re made to kick butt together!”

“Certainly.” Logan agreed, deciding such unreasonable assumptions were best handled the same way he dealt with Roman’s poetry about Virgil’s hair. Remy was not fooled as easily though. Pinning him with an attentive look, he went for the kill.

“How is my darkling patient doing?”

Logan stilled, feeling his throat close up with worry. He’d spent most of the past night holding Virgil and reassuring him until he’d cried himself out and calmed down enough to sleep curled around the raccoon. Despite having seen to his care as much as he was capable, he’d still released him to spend the day with Roman with the utmost reluctance. The poor thing had been through so much and blamed himself for all of it. Though with the capture of Victor, the worst threats were behind them, the relief was slow to come.

“Roman has taken him on a spa day in an, I fear, rather misguided attempt to provide a distraction from the previous events. Your conversation yesterday appears to have eased some of his worries.” Quietly, he added, “Your support has been a great help to aid his recovery. I am – grateful, beyond any capacity I can express.”

In an uncharacteristic bout of seriousness, Remy gave his friend a little half smile. “Doll, I am the greatest therapist of all time.” After settling down more comfortably and frowning at the cup on his bedside-table (water, ugh), he nudged the detective’s thigh with the plushy that had previously been buried under his right elbow.

“Talking to me is, like, magic, didn’t you know, darling? Maybe you should try it! You’re too worked up right now, I can’t operate with you like that!” He complained, gesticulating towards Logan’s straight back, his too still posture. Though his fear of interacting with Remy had subsided, his worry hadn’t. He should be with his little troublemaker right now, make sure he and his partner didn’t fight and prevent his foolish friend from getting hurt. And he definitely felt like he should be there for Patton. He was a civilian, soft and sensitive, he should have never witnessed a shooting. He should...

Fingers obnoxiously snapping in his face brought him back to the present. Remy looked pissed. “Do not ignore me!”

“Apologies.”

“There should be! Apologies!” Remy huffed, hugging Remy-bear under his chin with a pout. “Seriously though, do spill! Entertain me!”

The invitation was tempting. Fear had been eating away at him for months now and he sometimes felt like the weigh of his family’s hopes and expectations threatened to drag him under. Still, he couldn’t. Remy had been shot and really didn’t need any additional baggage, no matter how curious and eager he looked. Conversation had always come easy to them, Logan remembered. Being the same age and just as intelligent as Logan, though less prone to showing it, Rebecca had been an excellent companion. Remy however, was currently recovering-

“Do not patronize me, you hooligan!” Remy howled, seeing his reluctance. “You, babe, have the regrettable tendency to take everything onto your own less scrawny than they used to be shoulders and have no one your age to talk to. Roman is f-ing cute, I give you that, but you won’t burden him, he’s your pet. Virgil is, like, your baby, you sap. And Patton is the center of your problems, you poor fool. So, spill!”

Well, he’d never been able to deny any of his friends, even if they insulted him quite rudely. He was certainly no sap! Unsurprisingly, it took a father of a pair of wiggling girls to understand the constant fear Logan felt for his beloved family. Like they’d been so many years ago, Remy’s dark eyes were warm and patient, inviting a stiff and insecure kid to sit and share his thoughts. As he exposed his innermost fears and problems and listened to his friend’s own in return, he knew he’d do anything for this sassy mess of a person. Nothing had changed between them. Even after all those years, talking to Remy felt like belonging.

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There were twelve of them. Their stems were tough and unyielding, securely carrying the leathery blossoms wrapped around each other, colored a deep, unapologetic red. They were bred to perfection, each and every one of them looking exactly the same, meant to last as if they were made from wax or shiny fabric.

He’d placed the roses on the counter next to the till, arranging them evenly. Many a customer had already commented on them, calling him lucky to have received such a romantic gesture or commenting on how beautiful they were, on how good they smelled.

Patton didn’t feel lucky and he was ashamed to say that - well, he didn’t like them.

He thought they looked dead, as if they weren’t flowers at all. So tidy and stiff and even. Nothing was out of place, no flower dared to grow with anything but symmetric perfection. Even the smell felt somehow fake, like too strong perfume.

A single wildflower or lilac stem or messy blooming weed from a field like a bunch of foamy white cow’s parsley, even a dusty little daffodil with its bright yellow petals appealed to him so much more. He liked how they smelled, how they felt under his fingertips – so alive and soft and delicate, how they rained petals and bright yellow sticky pollen everywhere. Such fearlessly messy little plants, imperfect, unruly and real and living. These flowers were so... they were given with love he guessed, but they lacked personality. Emotion. They didn’t fit into his cafe and they didn’t fit him.

Logan had gotten that.

Patton’s heart somersaulted as he remembered the day Logan had shown up in his colorful space, flushed and awkward, nervous because of little old Patton. He’d barely been able to look at him, speaking too much, too quickly. He’d been anxious about his reaction. He’d wanted him to like his gift. The flowers he’d brought him for no reason other than to help him and make him feel good. Not to apologize or to fix anything. Just because he’d wanted to give Patton pleasure. The butterflies in his stomach made a giddy feeling rise in him. They were excited at the memory of Logan’s tall presence before him, his gentle, large hands cradling wrinkling, brown paper, his voice sounding deep and just a little bit unsteady. Because of him.

His mind cast him back to the silky softness of the petals, the awed, rising feeling of mattering to someone. Logan was listening to him. He cared for what he had to say. It was a heady feeling. To be listened to instead of silenced for his lack of competence or a lack of interest. It was even more than that, though. Without needing to be told, Logan had understood what Patton needed, what he wanted even. He’d thought about what he’d enjoy. The flowers he’d picked had been selected with his taste, his needs in mind. There was so much tenderness in the gesture.

Unseeing, Patton walked past the stiff vegetation Trevor had an unknown delivery-man sent here. His mind was cast back to the way the colorful, mismatching flowers had spread their sweet scent in his cafe for a whole week, warming him inside. To the way Logan’s eyes had brightened when he’d seen him, adorned with flowers, like he was something precious. Sometimes, Patton felt like he’d gotten something wrong. Like a heterosexual man who just cared about a friend would not treat him with so much – appreciation. Logan’s touch lingered on him so often, brushing his back, his hip, catching hold of his arm or cradling his hand, his eyes followed him around whenever he worked, his attention rested on him. Yes, he was a caring, protective man and gave his all to affection to Roman and the kiddo, but the way he treated Patton felt so much more…

He sighed, his chest tight with longing.

It just felt like more. Like it meant something to Logan. Like it meant as much to him as it was starting to mean for Patton. The thought both frightened and amazed him. It made him hopeful, yet also scared, guilty, insecure and distracted. He wished- he wished he had someone to talk to. His whole life seemed to be turning on its axis, turning him round and round and leaving him dizzy with possibility and terror.

By a stroke of luck, he’d been saved from his growing fear and uncertainty by the arrival of his new acquaintance Emile and his utterly delightful little twins. They’d been at the hospital for a few hours, doting on Remy and spoiling him, before the lively attention had worn the injured man out and they’d left him to sleep. Since the kids were far from tired themselves, Emile had thought of Patton and chosen to have a look at his famous cafe. And it was wonderful!

The children were so precious, showing them around and feeding them with his most colorful creations helped take Patton’s mind of the difficult evening that had followed the long wait at the hospital. He piled his favorite cookies covered in white frosting and colorful sprinkles high on their plates, delighting the girls, and to Patton’s great happiness, their father as well. Adding his most adorable sugar cookie mittens adorned with pink and white royal icing, Patton decided that at least for today, the little family should have all of the sweet treats they deserved. A few additional pretty cake-pop surely wouldn’t hurt….

The fact that Emile seemed as enthusiastic about the cheerful baking as the little ones simply warmed Patton’s heart. He’d gotten so many complaints from mothers who disliked him offering the things that made him happy to the children that he’d grown a little cautious, but the blonde young man was currently devouring his cake-pops with the same enthusiasm the girls displayed. He’d even managed to get his whole face sticky with sugar and frosting. With great dedication, Rena picked up the crumbs tumbling into his lap and onto his shirt and fed them to her sister sitting on the other side of him. They were so pure, looking at them made the sensitive patissier tear up with yearning. Their relationship was exactly what he had always wanted. Emile and Remy had looked so happy with each other, so trusting and relaxed, and Emile was just the kind of father he had always dreamed of being. And he was so kind to Patton! The ladies from the knitting club had immediately included him in their group upon spotting him. Before he’d been drawn into a conversation about the pleasure of flowery embroidery, he’d told the baker how much his daughters admired his work. Before Patton knew it, he’d been allowed to have the girls all to himself and bake with them. Nothing could quite calm his mind than the enthusiasm and unassuming affection of children!

Redmond, who was not shy to complain noisily, had thankfully been supported by the little street musician with the pink hair he’d picked up in front of his shop. She’d been so tiny and adorable and so quiet and her hair was so pink and he’d liked her singing that he’d asked if she wanted to help out. Additionally, she’d brought her adorable bulldog. Patton loved those! Their faces were so squishy and they always looked so lost and wrinkly and drooled everywhere. Poor Redmond had started raving about health violations and hygiene immediately, grabbing a mop and a lot of disinfectant. Must be the medical training. The patissier failed to see the problem though. The baking was protected by the class of the counter and there were no pets in the shop at all today, since Virgil had been snatched up by Roman to have a spa day and thus hadn’t brought them in. He’d been getting disappointed complaints as day!

After about an hour of baking with the help of clumsy little hands, he realized that his kitchen had never been that messy. There was flour and sprinkles everywhere, crunching under his feet and on his sleeve and even getting in his hair. Patton loved it! The girls were so easily affectionate with their curious hands touching everything- the flour, the dough, his sweater and face, wanting to be picked up and held on his hip while they decorated the pastries and low-sugar, whole wheat cookies he baked with them. If he’d teach them something, at least he should make an effort to make it look like his baking wasn’t handing out diabetes like free candy.

His heart was feeling less heavy as he helped balance the tray of baked goods outside to ‘show Papa what we made, he’ll love it, da-ing!’ Polysyllabic words sure were difficult to say around growing teeth. Thankfully, the stress of the last day that had still put some well concealed tension in the blonde man’s shoulders had eased with good conversation and the sound of laughing children. He smiled at Patton gratefully, sincerely thanking him for his efforts and asking him to take a break to chat and get to know each other. Since the ladies were ready to be on their way, saying goodbye and patting his cheeks (and other places in Mrs Van der Beeks case) and the kids had found the toys in the corner, Patton agreed. As it turned out, Emile was, much like his children, exactly what the baker had needed. His face was open and friendly, his voice cheerful and kind. He was so easy to talk to, and Patton was in desperate need for someone to confide in. When he asked about the roses, it was just too hard to shallow his feelings like he usually did. Shamefully, he caved.

“Trevor gave them- sent them to me because of a – a little row we had yesterday. That’s really sweet of him, isn’t it? He didn’t have to do that.”

“Hm, I guess so. Investing effort into a relationship is what makes it a strong fusion after all. What makes you say he didn’t have to do it?” Emile asked, casually curling a leg up under him, putting his socked foot close to Patton’s thigh, offering contact but not pushing. A cheerful underwater scene was depicted on them. His tone was light, curious. Patton fumbled with his tea bag, wrapping the string around the chipped handle.

“Because… our fight was my fault?” He mumbled, hunching his shoulders. He shouldn’t be pushing his issues on this nice man!

Emile smiled encouragingly though, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh? Now that doesn’t sound like just a little row anymore. And I don’t think a fight can be the fault of only one person, any imbalance usually comes from both parties, don’t you think? Trevor seems to agree, or he wouldn’t have sent you those fancy flowers.”

“Huh, you’re right.” Patton mumbled, looking at the crimson petals only for a moment.

“You don’t sound so convinced. Why do you think he gave you the flowers?”

“I… I’m not sure.” Patton sighed, running a hand over his face. “To – to apologize, I think.”

“You think? Is there anything he needs to apologize for?” Emile inquired, watching Patton attentively. His eyes were soft and kind. Something about this man felt so welcoming, like he genuinely wanted to listen and soothe. Still.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about this.” Drawing back, Patton made to get up. He’d never felt this urge to just spill everything. To lay everything bare. It was something he’d trained himself out of wanting, for the protection of his relationship.

“Now wait, that is a load of barnacles!”

Grabbing his soft sleeve and raining sprinkles on the couch, Emile pulled the baker back down so their shoulders were touching.

“You shouldn’t feel bad for talking about your feelings to someone who just wants to be there for you! Communication is healthy and important and you are not only helping yourself with it, but your partner as well. Discussing your issues is a way of working on a relationship, which is what your boyfriend is doing in his own way with the flowers. Making yourself feel better by getting support is not bad or selfish. Trust me, I won’t tell. I promise.”

Patton deflated. He knew he was wrong to push his issues on this nice man, but he was just so confused and conflicted. And perhaps he was right. He was overwhelmed by the situation and felt like he was about to make a grave mistake if he couldn’t get his act together. Perhaps he really needed help.

“You really won’t tell?” He asked. His voice sounded small. Trevor had always told him to speak up if he didn’t want him to ignore Patton, he wasn’t a child, but he couldn’t help it. Emile didn’t seem to mind though. His smile was as warm as sunshine.

“Of course I won’t! This is between you and me and it will be fantastic! Let’s have some storytime to fix the issues with your fusion!”

“Our – fusion? Like in Steven Universe?” Patton asked softly. The moment the words had left his lips, he felt a mortified flush climb his cheeks. He liked to watch cartoons about loving and tolerant characters when he was safe and unheard in the kitchen, to cheer himself up by seeing their affectionate relationships. Surely Emile would scoff at him. The other man’s face broke out in the biggest grin though.

“Oh my diamond, exactly! I love that show with all my heart! Enthusiastic Emile – activate!”

Geeking about cartoons was the best, aside from the girls trying to dye his hair with flour. Before he knew it, they were talking about more then fictional relationships.

“It’s so understandable that he was mad at me after I got home so late again, and I even forgot to call him again, he must have been so worried. This sort of thing keeps happening so often lately and it’s all my fault, I’m so distracted by other things and- ugh, I don’t know. I am such a mess and he was so mad and he screamed at me – and he was right to! And I should feel lucky, because the fight didn’t get out of hand like I thought it would – I expected it to but he kept his promise and I should be grateful, but I – I wasn’t.”

Emile listened attentively, making a mental note about the way the patissier had expected worse than being yelled at and was apparently surprised by the fact that it had not come despite a promise.

“Now your feelings surely had a good reason and they should be valued and listened to. What did you feel instead?”

His mug of tea had gone cold, but Emile was very much warmed by a fire for the hunched young man before him. He wished someone would give him a hug like Remy always gave him when he came home. He was much more of an affectionate limpet than his husband, but got indulged anyway. Sometimes he’d just jump into his arms when he entered their place and let the other carry him around until the kids made them topple onto the couch. Patton meanwhile did not seem to know what to do with the sort of feelings he seemed unused to.

“I, ohgosh... I got angry at him.” He whispered, half in fear and half in surprise at himself. The unfamiliar feeling had just welled up in him so suddenly, he’d been so tired and so relieved, but still shaking with adrenalin at what had almost happened to him, it had just burst out of him. For a moment, he’d just seen Trevor so clearly, and he’d looked so… ugly. So selfish. The memory still made his heart race, even here in his safe space.

“Didn’t you think of how much I’d worry?! Didn’t you ever think! Your forgetfulness hurts me!” Trevor had hollered, his pale face growing blotchy and red. He’d been leaning over Patton, getting closed, cornering him, his eyes wild. The smaller man’s pulse had hammered in his ears, his hands had been shaking. For the first time, he’d felt more than icy fear though. The stress of the day, the images of the loving couple still fresh in his mind, the selflessness he’d witnessed, it forced him to see the contrast to this situations, to the ridiculousness of his petty tantrum, in shocking clarity. Suddenly, his frustration felt like no wall could hold it at bay, no fear or insecurity, no terror of the consequences. Everything just broke out of him.

“Hurt you – I almost got shot today!! Remy almost died, why must you make this about yourself?!

He’d felt like liquid fire was consuming him. He couldn’t believe it. After so much tragedy, he was here listening to this! And yet he knew the moment the words had left his lips what he’d gotten himself into. He’d never spoken to Trevor, to any man this way before. He’d lose control over this provocation. He always did, despite his promises. He’d promised never to grab him too hard after the first time, and a year later he’d shoved him into a wall hard enough to rattle his bones because he’d unintentionally flirted with another student. He’d promised never again to shake him hard enough to make his head crash into the cupboard after Patton had forgotten to look at his phone and missed nine of his calls and eight months later he’d backhanded him across the face, making chis cheek swell and grow purple. He’s promised to never slap him again and barely half a year later he punched Patton so hard his mouth had filled with blood and his head had felt like it would split in half because he’d made a naive joke that had insulted him. He’d promised to never do it again and just a couple of months later he’d kicked him in the abdomen so cruelly, he’d blacked out for a few seconds. Patton had forgotten to lock their front door. He’d sworn to never hurt him again and the very same month, the baker had broken a plate and Trevor had dragged him to the bedroom for the first time and pulled his belt from its loops, mad with rage because of his believe that Patton intentionally failed to respect their home, burning the sound of cracking leather into his mind and his skin.

He’d promised things would be different, but they wouldn’t be. He’d beat and break him again and yet Patton couldn’t bring himself to regret his words.

However, upon being confronted with aggression rather than submissiveness, rather than fear, Trevor stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Instead of ducking his head, Patton braced himself.

Trevor didn’t raise a hand.

For the first time, Patton saw him backpedal.

“I’m not making this- how could you say something so- so cruel?! You almost got killed today, I’m only worried about you! About what could happen to you! I was never thinking about myself, like them! Those people keep endangering and hurting you and I am terrified that next time, you’ll be the one in the hospital! Do you think they ever thought of that?!”

In between the indignation, anger and outrage, he’d looked – afraid. It was an expression that weighted Patton down more than any shackles made of metal ever could.

“Why did you get angry?” Emile asked, pulling Patton out of his thoughts. He was grateful for it. The unexpected turn of events had left him more shaken than any beating he could have been put through. Just as he’d believed he’d finally understood Trevor, he changed. This moment, more than anything, he’d expected him to loose his temper and break his promise he’d tried so hard to believe in. But he hadn’t. He’d finally, finally changed his ways and Patton should be filled with happiness, with hope. This was what he’d been hoping for for years. Instead he couldn’t seem to find that endless well of forgiveness that had never failed him before. Neither could he stop thinking about the things he’d learned from the people Trevor claimed had hurt him carelessly. The protection and unending patience the detectives had offered to sweet, brave Virgil. The undemanding affection they treated each other with. The loving, domestic relationship of Remy and Emile. The way Logan spoke to him, touched him, looked at him, listened to him. It was like he couldn’t look at Trevor the same way again. Like he saw him through the filter of his new-found experiences, and it wasn’t pretty. Suddenly, it wasn’t the man who always knew best, who knew the way when Patton failed once again or who tried to fix Patton despite the trouble it caused him. In the face of his shifting world-view, putting his jumbled thoughts into words was hard, especially considering poor Emile had been through so much!

“Well. You know what happened yesterday. I should be comforting you! It was so horrible, I’m so so sorry you had to go through that!” Patton lamented, turning wide, sorrowful eyes on him. Emile melted. This baker was like a real life Steven Universe!

“Oh no, I’m fine, Patton. It’s all good! I got all of the cuddling and talking I needed and you were already there for my husband! Let’s not get off track here, I wanna know why you got mad, and don’t apologize for your feelings! They are valid and this is a place without judgment.” He promised, placing his now cold cup down and cupping the other man’s flour dusted hands in his. The baker bowed his head, blinking back tears and hiding under his light-brown curls.

“Okay, if you… So, I was pretty tired when I got home, so much had happened and he just got into my face and started complaining about how he’d waited and how I’d made him worry and how I never thought of him since I started spending time with Logan and the others, and I just suddenly felt so… so furious.” He sounded like he barely believed the words himself.

“I know I was wrong and he was right to be frustrated with me!” Patton hastened to assure the other out of habit and duty. And he did now all that. Trevor had been treated terribly by him the last few weeks. He’d failed him time and again and especially after his confession he should be trying harder. He should be working on his relationship like Trevor. There was so much he should do – but didn’t really want to. Retelling his evening made tears of frustration burn in his eyes and guilt burn in his stomach. Emile was understanding though.

“It’s okay, and I can absolutely see why you reacted that way. It’s a perfectly natural response and you were right to point out how you felt.” He hastened to reassure him. As a councilor, he’d come across his his fair share of difficult people, but this one sure sounded like a lot of work! The poor patissier before him looked like his whole life was falling apart before his eyes and he had no idea how to handle it. It made his heart ache uncomfortably. He itched to hold his girls. To be held by Remy while they curled up in his lap. He’d noisily complain about his day, entertaining all of them with stories about the trash panda queen until they were laughing again.

“You two have been fused for a pretty long time, haven’t you?” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over the back of soft hands.

“Um -yes? We got together while I was training to be a patissier, just after I finished high-school. It feels like after a while, he was everything I had, everything I could rely on. And I always wanted to be everything for him. I wanted to make him happy more than anything.”

“That’s… very selfless of you.” Ouch. Seeing Patton this way, shoulders hunched, expression twisted with pain and uncertainty, felt like a punch in the gut. Still, it couldn’t be helped.

“And… do you think it’s a stable fusion?”

Patton froze, pulled his hands back. His guards were up so suddenly, it gave Emile whiplash to see his expression close off so suddenly. The councilor was not surprised. A likely abusive relationship like this one usually found ways to preserve itself, through threats, manipulation or the feeling of helplessness and obligation.

“What do you mean? Of course it is!” The baker answered lightly. He intertwined his fingers in his lap, smiled at Emile like all was well. As if they were talking about the weather. There was a storm of emotion behind his eyes. How often had he felt he’d need to draw back from someone trying to help him?

Smiling kindly and tentatively reaching out for his hands, Emile tried to reestablish contact, tried to bridge the distance and barriers Patton had taught himself to erect at any sign of danger. He wasn’t shaken of as the cramped digits were gently unwound and held.

“Well, do you feel like it’s a fusion like Sapphire’s and Ruby’s? Where your strengths and weaknesses complement each other, where you each contribute to the happiness of the other and both do everything for their partner and you can’t bear to be apart because you both create something better than the sum of your parts when you’re together? Like Garnet?”

“I can’t break up with Trevor.”

The words were spoken with a tone that was so final and hopeless, it made a leaden weight drop into the blonde man’s stomach. Patton’s eyes looked so – defeated. Ouch again.

He stilled, analyzing the statement. He dearly wished for his pen and paper. ‘I can’t’. Oh my diamond, that was less than ideal.

“I could never ask you to, Patton. I’m just here to talk and be there for you, alright?” He promised, knowing he’d have to give the other space or he’d try to escape a threat to his fusion as he’d been conditioned to.

They waited for a long, tense moment. Neither seemed to know what Patton would do next. He should leave, thank his new friend for the chat and get back to work. He should smile and bake and go home and preserve his relationship like his mother had taught him. It was the most important thing in his life. ‘We have to keep everything together, be strong and forgive him and protect the family. It’s the right thing to do. What else are we supposed to do? We cannot be alone and we must not leave him alone.’

Yes. Trevor was his to take care of. You didn’t just leave your partner. You couldn’t. Trevor couldn’t be without him.

He drew a deep, fortifying breath, steeling himself to send this man back to his perfect life, to go back to his own.

His gaze fell onto the flowers.

They smeared a spot of blood-red onto the soft pastel of his cafe, out of place and painful after having seen so much blood the day before. And suddenly Patton knew why Trevor had sent them. It wasn’t because he’d wanted to apologize. He did feel sorry for hitting him, for losing his temper every single time, Patton knew that. He saw how he beat himself up over his loss of control. But he hadn’t sent them because he’d felt sorry for being demanding, selfish and manipulative the night before. He hadn’t. He’d sent them to appease and keep Patton.

Without warning, the slight baker felt cheap and hurt and used. Trevor didn’t regret using him, blaming him, demanding more and more and more from him. He hadn’t sent the flowers out of love.

Emile waited, keeping his hands open and welcoming where they loosely held onto his new friend’s. An invitation.

“We’re not like Garnet.”

Mortified tears unexpectedly fell onto their joined hands. A quiver shook the young man as pain drove into his chest like a sharp, unforgiving shard of crystal. His relationship was falling apart before his eyes, his whole life with it. He was nothing alone! He’d never been alone! This was all that mattered! Everything he’d worked for – for years – it turned to dust before his eyes, bitter, wasted, it hurt. Oh gosh, it hurt so much. The realization that he was trapped in a building that was falling apart, spiked with cutting glass that was hurting him wherever he turned, that was nothing like what he’d tried so hard to make it seem made him fall into a pit of despair. Oh no, no he couldn’t handle this, he was falling apart-

Emile grabbed him quickly and pulled him in. Though he was just as tall as Patton and nowhere near strong and big enough to envelope him like Logan did, he held on like his life depended on it. Like Patton’s pain felt like his own. A sob broke free, muffled by a pale pastel cardigan. The young baker held on, trying hard not to fall with the pieces of his life that were dropping away beneath his feet. He felt so hopeless. Everything broke apart and he was bound to the rubble, tied to the ruins, crushed under the pieces of what he loved. The weight of his failed goals pressed onto his chest, constricting his ribs and his heart. He couldn’t breathe. The terrifying lack of oxygen brought his world into sharp, cruel focus. The tension in their flat, the anger in Trevor’s eyes, the anguish and guilt after a fight that had left Patton’s skin torn and his bones cracked. This was what he had fought and bled for? Everything tasted bitter, everything hurt.

Wait, not everything.

He tasted sugar.

Surprised, he blinked his eyes open, his vision blurry with tears.

Between him and the kind father holding him, a blonde little girl had squeezed her tiny body and was currently trying to feed him cookies with a determination that couldn’t even be stopped by her embarrassed father.

“No Papa, let me! Cookies make happy!” She groused, shoving the sweets into Patton’s face insistently, making him sticky all over.

“And braids!” Rena chirped behind him. There were little hands pulling his dusty hair a little too roughly.

“Ahhh yes, I know, babies, but this is a grownup thing, okay?” Emile stammered, frantically trying to save the man in his arms from both a panic attack and an all out love assault.

The sound that escaped Patton was a sad mixture of a laugh and a sob, breathless and half crazy. He wrapped the little girl into his embrace, getting frosting into his hair, and held on. She harrumpfed and tried to hold the cookie out of reach, getting it snatched up by her helpful sister. Sticking it into her mouth for safekeeping, she tried to climb the back of the couch for better access for braiding. Emile tried to hold onto both his crying friend and prevent his little angel from braining herself on the back of the couch at the same time. Darn it, he should be used to this kind of balancing act by now!

A helpful customer showed up and grabbed a hold of the squirming little worm, balancing her at the risk of unraveling her own headscarf. Oh Rena, please stop flailing so much!

A slobbering bulldog, barely held back by a pink haired girl, showed up next to join their sad cuddle pile, getting drool all over his precious trousers and – ahhh barnacles! It tried to climbs onto the couch with them! Emile was not buying a dog, ever! As more concerned people gathered, loyal customers, all of them, Patton seemed to come back more to himself. Though Emile felt quite overwhelmed and had rather shielded the poor thing from so much attention, Patton seemed to find something other than shame in his public breakdown.

Yes, he felt stupid and weak for falling apart so pathetically, but Logan and Roman had taught him that accepting comfort was no shameful thing. And he was starting so see that he had comfort. He had a life outside of his broken down relationship. He’d even built it himself. He was home.

The teen who always came in with his skater buddies awkwardly put down a glass of water before him he’d gotten from Redmond and his favorite soccer mom was looking at him with nothing but compassion, wringing her hands in agitation. The stock brokers who came all the way from their job to get his pear and frangipane pastries were worriedly standing around their table, clearly not knowing what to do but still wanting to help. And Emile and his kids had all but wrapped themselves around him. And then there were all of his friends who loved him, even when they weren’t there. He wasn’t alone. It wasn’t so bad. It would be okay. He knew where to find the strength he needed to take h- to take to the flat he shared with Trevor.

Wiping his eyes and gratefully taking the tissue the overweight owner of the nearby jewish bookshop handed him, he gave the crowd around him a brave smile.

Calming down had taken a little while, but eventually they’d managed to send the worried crowd back on their way and even the children back to their corner with their new friend Fatma. They’d insisted on braiding his hair a little more though. Carefully, Emile was now unbraiding the tangled locks, letting Patton lean against his side as he did. There were still issues he wanted to address.

“So, what happens now?” The young father asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Patton sniffled quietly. His breathing was still a little uneven, broken by occasional hiccups after crying so hard. He’d pulled his legs up, hugging them to his chest, making himself very small. The question made him tense fearfully. As if driven by a guilt he’d been carrying around with himself for a long time, his response spilled from his lips in a terrified rush.

“I’m sorry – please don’t be mad at me, I know you must be frustrated, and you expect me to – but - but I - I cannot just leave him. You don’t understand! I – he’s trying, and I have to try as well. You don’t just leave your partner! He kept his promise to me and I have to keep my promise to him!”

‘To never leave him.’

“Hush now, it’s okay.” Emile soothed, drawing Patton close. Curled up like that, he felt as tiny as his baby-girls. “I said I wouldn’t ask you to and I won’t. I’m not judging anything you do and I’ll be here not matter what. We all will be, don’t you think?”

Yes. Virgil had shown him that he accepted his situation, that he’d still be his friend. Even Logan, who he knew hated his relationship with a passion and anger only he possessed, had not pushed him again.

“Your relationship reminds me a little of Malachite in some aspects.” Emile added carefully. “You at least don’t seem very happy with it and you’re both trying really hard to hold it together for different reasons, even though it’s wearing you down. You feel responsible for him, don’t you?”

“I am.”

He sounded very final. Getting the message, Emile steered clear of the topic.

“Okay. So you won’t let your fusion come to an end for your own sake. That’s okay, it’s your choice. I wonder what it is like for him though.” He asked softly, trying to make Patton see a position beyond his self imposed sacrifice. “Do you think he’s happier in the fusion than before?”

The simple question got the patissier thinking. Of course he must be happier, people belonged in relationships, and Patton was doing everything for him. He’d pick the stars from the sky for him, he’d even let him step over his back if he wanted to get them for himself. They were together, so things were as they should be, as Trevor had promised they’d be as they’d become a couple. Patton hadn’t expected things to be to different from how they were now, he was used to the tension, the effort, the pain from growing up with his parents and had never been with another. And Trevor had expected… he’d expected them to be happy. To do everything together and fulfill their dreams, to create the successful business he’d always dreamed of as a young man, fresh faced and charming. He’d been so sure it would work and his belief and enthusiasm had drawn Patton in. Yes, he’d had some problems with his confidence, bouts of depression and insecurity, but he’d always tried to pick himself back up, to improve and work on himself.

And then he’d stopped.

The longer they’d been together, the more he’d started to let his anger take over, to push things onto Patton, to blame him for his moods and failures and cease trying to find fault in himself. He’d let his partner feel the weight of his problems, his moods, stopped holding back. And now… Patton didn’t recognize him as the brave, hopeful young man he’d once been. And he realized...

Their relationship had broken him.

Patton froze.

Everything seemed to come to a standstill as the understanding sunk in that them being together hadn’t been a good thing. It had hurt both of them. Trevor had grown secure in his right to act however he wanted. It had taken down his inhibitions, his need to work on his mental problems. He’d stopped seeing himself as the reason for them, since there had always been an easier target around that had never fought back and had submissively taken the pain and punishment, that had invited the anger.

All of his suffering had been for nothing. He’d made it worse.

There were no tears left to cry. Emile’s voice was far away as he got lost in the numbness that was his mind. The lights around him dimmed, the sounds blurred together. It was all too much.

As he came to, finally, the shadows cast by the sun had grown taller, and he found himself lying on the sofa in his office. Emily and Rena were nestled like a knot of limbs in the crook behind his knees, fast asleep. Steven Universe was playing on Emil’s phone. His new friend was sitting before him, looking worried. He’d just shut down.

Patton allowed himself a few minutes to adjust and allow his thoughts to run their course. It was a slow process. His whole body was filled with a tiredness that went beyond physical exhaustion. It was too much to process, all he wanted to do was be somewhere safe where he could simply hide from the weight of his realizations, from the fact that he had to come to terms with the monumental damage he had inflicted, from the understanding that he needed to choose consequences. For a moment, he closed his eyes and let his mind take him where nothing bad could touch him. He was on a soft couch, nested between pillows and cushioned by loving bodies and furry animals. The sound of pages turning next to him reassured him of his safety, of being watched over. How he wished everything about Trevor could just vanish. Then he could be there. Be with them. With him.

Pressure squeezed his throat shut, making his swallow hard. Fleeing was not something he could do. No, he had to move on. He was the strong one and would find a solution. He always did. He tried to gather the things he’d learned, tried to see the good in it as he did in everything. They had problems, but they now understood what they were. Perhaps that could actually give them a chance to do what they were both already trying to do.

Yes. With a burst of strength born from desperation, Patton vowed to try and fix things for them! He saw the problem now, he realized finally that they were both unhappy together! He wasn’t alone and it didn’t have to be them against each other, they both wanted their relationship to work, it was the only thing Patton knew what to want, perhaps they could try to make it work together! He needed to talk to Trevor, he was ready to try, he knew it! The fact that he had not hit him despite the multiple threats to their partnership had proven it to Patton, there was a chance! They’d go to couple’s therapy together and try one last time! Yes, they could fix it, like his mother had always wanted to with their father. He had a chance to do what she’d always wished for, and he’d do it for her.

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Kudos to all of you who spotted Jonathan from Queer Eye. You treated yourself to a wholesome show full of love and acceptance.

So, this has been a long time in the making, but Patton is getting there. We’re in the hot zone now, I promise!

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! I always want to know how you feel about the chapters and love talking to you <3

Sources of pictures: Wildflowers, Roman’s hair, cake pops, cookies, mittens

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#Logicality #Prinxiety #Remile #Detective AU #Keep him safe

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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Let’s start off with some basics. What’s your name? Stephanie. How old are you? 30. What’s your hair and eye color? Brown eyes and naturally dark hair (I dye it red, though). How tall are you? I’d be like 5′4. What’s your relationship status? Single.

Alright, enough of that. Let’s move on to the random shit.

What’s your favorite song? I have a lot of favorites. I could never just choose one. What does that song mean? What is the message behind it? Is it your favorite because you relate to it, or do you just like the beat? Both. Like I said, I have many favorites. Also, a song can be a favorite for the memories attached to it. Have any pets? If so, what are they and what’s their names? I do. I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia.

Have you ever met your idol? I don’t consider him my idol now, but in high school I was a big fan of Drake Bell and I got to meet him twice. If so, were they nice or were they kind of an ass? He was very nice. What’s your favorite method of gaming? (PC, Xbox, Playstation, etc) Nintendo Switch. If you’re in college, what’s your major and why did you pick it? I graduated with my BA in psych a few years ago. How’re you doing today? Today was alright. What color are your bedroom walls? They’re white. Describe your favorite shirt. All my graphic tees. I have a pretty big collection going on. Use this space to tell someone off. Nah. What’s your view on smart watches? Cool or a waste of money? I personally don’t see the need, but I guess for others it’s convenient. What is one poster that you have hanging on your bedroom wall of? A water color painting of a giraffe I purchased at a crafts fair. How many times have you moved in your life? Only once I’m old enough to remember, but I think maybe a total of 4 times. If you moved, do you like where you are now better than where you were? We literally moved next door to where we lived before lmao. The landlord was remodeling this one and wanted to do the same to ours, so they offered for us to move into this one when it was finished. What’s your favorite color and why? Pastels, dusty rose, coral, mint green, and yellow. They’re aesthetically pleasing to me. Do you have a calendar? If so, what’s the theme? I just received my new Alexander Skarsgard calendar for 2020. This really sweet person online makes them and sent me my first one a couple years ago and then reached out again to me recently to see if I wanted another, which of course I did. Have any famous person’s autographs? Drake Bell, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Jim Carrey. Do you draw well? Nope. What type of cell phone do you have? iPhone XR. Should you be doing anything else right now or are you just bored? I don’t have anything else I should be doing. If you’re in school/college, what’s your favorite subject and why? Are you a cat or a dog person? Why? Dog person.

Tell me about the plot of your favorite book. I have many favorite books. I’ve told ya’ll, I suck at choosing favorites. I just can’t possibly choose one. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I wear glasses. What do you think about horror movies? I enjoy them now, which is something I wouldn’t have said like 4 years ago. I’ve just really gotten into them. If you love them (I do), what’s your favorite? Okay, okay here’s something I can pick a few top faves for: It 2017 and It Chapter 2, the Halloween movies, and the Scream movies. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? Yeppp I’m actually done with my Christmas shopping already, which is shocking for me. Do you do Black Friday shopping or wait for Cyber Monday? I do both. My Black Friday shopping is done online, too. Many stores have had Black Friday sales going on for weeks and extended through the weekend. Cyber Monday sales are going on all week as well. It’s so much better doing it online. No crowds or chaos. Have any mental illnesses? Yes. What’s your favorite word and why? *shrug* What is the most expensive thing you own, and what is it? My laptop. Did you buy that item yourself? No, it was a gift from my dad. Where do you work and what is your postion? I don’t. How often do you cuss? Rarely. What type of car do you drive, if any? I don’t. Are you happy with it? If no, what’s your dream car? Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Which ones? Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. What is your favorite genre of music? I like variety, but according to Spotify my top 4 genres are: Pop, hip hop, rock, and r&b. Does your family have holiday traditions? If so, what are they? For Thanksgiving we have Thanksgiving dinner and for Christmas we decorate the tree together and put up decorations, have Christmas Eve dinner and then watch A Christmas Story (TBS plays it for 24 hours straight and I like to keep my TV on the channel all night so I fall asleep and wake up to it), and opening presents Christmas morning with A Christmas Story on in the background. When I was a kid we used to drive around town looking at all the lights and decorations. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy with it? I’m single. How long have you been with your significant other? Do you like psychology? (It’s my college major). I do. I majored in it as well. What is something your state is popularly known for? I feel like people associate California with Hollywood and celebrities, and beaches. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? I like the idea of doing them haha. I wish I was crafty and creative and had the inspiration and motivation to do them. Do you watch sports or do you think they’re overrated? I’m not into sports. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? Hmm. Do you straighten your hair? I haven’t in years. Ever dyed your hair a color that isn’t natural? (blue, pink, etc) I dye it red. How’s your relationship with your parents? Great. I’m really close to my mom, she’s the best mom and also my best friend. Do you still live with them or do you have your own house? I live with them. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? I’m broke now after Christmas shopping, but I don’t care. I love buying gifts for my family. Next month I have to start saving up for my vacation. Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? Just weed. Tell me one of your worst habits. Biting/picking at my lips and picking at acne and scabs. What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I cook my Ramen for 6 minutes, alternating between stirring and not stirring. Like one minute I stir, the next minute I don’t, etc. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just play with my Nintendo Switch. I don’t use a headset. I’ve never used a headset while playing any game console. What type of computer do you own, and do you like it? I have a MacBook Air. I love it. What’s the thing that annoys you the most? I’m such an irritable person. Sometimes it can be any little thing. What brand of TV do you have? Phillips Roku TV. Are you excited for Christmas? (It’s December 1st today when I made this) I love Christmastime. Tell me about your favorite vacation you’ve taken. Disneyland trips, beach trips, mountain area trips, and the trip my family and I took to visit my grandpa in Idaho one summer. My aunts, one of my uncles, a lot of my cousins, my mom, brother, and I all took the long road trip to go visit my grandpa for a week and we had the best time. It meant even more because he suddenly passed away just a few months later. :( We had no idea it would be our last time.

Tell me something cool about yourself. Lol there’s nothing cool about me. Did/do you get good grades in school/college? I got A’s and B’s. What’s your ringtone on your phone? Just one that came with the phone. I didn’t choose it. What’s your favorite store to shop in? Target, Hot Topic, Boxlunch, and Kohl’s. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy and why? I’d have to pay off my debt first and foremost. I’d pay off my parents and brothers’ as well. How long have you had a Bzoink account? I don’t have a Bzoink account.

Ever been to Field of Screams? If so, what’s your favorite attraction? Never heard of that one specifically, but I’m guessing it’s one of those things with like haunted hay rides, haunted houses, and people in scary costumes that jump out at you and whatnot. Those kinds of things are not my thing. I love horror movies, but I’m not about people jumping out at me and giving me literal jump scares. Nooo thank you. Do you own a Polaroid camera? No. Do you have hardwood floor in your room or carpet? Carpet. It’s a Saturday night, what are you typically doing? Same stuff I do everyday. Do you have a lot of friends or do you not have any at all? I don’t have any. That’s completely my own doing. :/ What’s your all time favorite movie and why? I have too many. How many blankets do you sleep with at night? Just one.

What’s the last TV show you watched? Did you enjoy it? KUWTK. Do you prefer cable TV or do you use Netflix? I have stuff I like to watch on TV and I like using streaming devices. Disney+ has been my latest obsession. What is your dream job and why? I don’t have one. :/ Do you think you would be a good therapist? No. What’s your favorite brand of clothing? I don’t have a particular favorite brand. Did you like this survey? It was fine.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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m3gantr0n · 5 years ago

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Garbage

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? That was my boss, so no.

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? I don't have any exes.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? No. I'm picky about who I get close to, but I don't consider it an issue.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I only hang out with people I like. lmao

6. What are you excited for? Hanging out with friends next weekend, going to a music festival the weekend after that.

7. What happened tonight? I ate some candy and watch NJPW.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I don't care for being around any person that's really wasted and at my age, it would just be kind of sad.

9. Is confidence cute? No, I like sad boys. haha

10. What is the last beverage you had? Mountain Dew, because I'm a horrible gross person.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? One. Maybe two.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Nothing because I'm old and work all week and want to die on the weekends.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? Something SO exciting like cat litter or soap or sponges to wash dishes with.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Yeah.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? People are constantly changing.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My boyfriend of 9 years. My two best friends of 15 years.

18. The last time you felt broken? About a month ago.

19. Have you had sex today? No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? I'm realizing time goes by faster than a motherfucker.

21. Are you in a good mood? Sure.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? I can't even swim.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.

24. What do you want right this second? Nothing.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I would not be happy, but like most of my problems, I would probably ignore it and let it eat me up inside. lmao

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Nooo.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? The "Birds of War" song from Its Always in Philadelphia. lol

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? No.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? I don't think so. It depends on the offense.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Not at all.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? We've been together for almost 9 years, so I think he's gotten the message. lol

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I drink it all of the time like the fat fucking fatass I am.

34. Listening to? An announcer say "single leg boston crab."

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Not often.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Right beside me.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Sure. Anything is possible.

38. Who did you last call? My mom.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? Probably my cat.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because he was going to work and thats what I do every time he leaves.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? A month ago???

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? Both.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Of course. I can't talk to cute people.

44. Do you tan in the nude? I don't tan. I just stay pasty white like the belly of a fish.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? No.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? I have a life, so no. lol

47. Who was the last person to call you? My dentist (I'm not a popular person. lol).

48. Do you sing in the shower? No.

49. Do you dance in the car? Mostly just sing.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes. It was really fun.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably in high school.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yes, but in a great way.

53. Is Christmas stressful? No.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? I don't think so.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple, probably.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A clothes designer, then and interior designer, then just a plain ole artist. I was dumb.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? No.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes.

59. Take a vitamin daily? No.

60. Wear slippers? No. I don't wear any shoes in the house. I hate wearing socks and shoes.

61. Wear a bath robe? Nah.

62. What do you wear to bed? T-shirt and shorts.

63. First concert? Forecastle Festival - Beck headlined. Saw the Replacements and Billie Joe Armstrong was with them playing guitar. It was amazing.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Yo, this shit is old because Kmart only exists online now. Walmart makes me want to die, and Target is expensive and their clothes suck.

65. Nike or Adidas? Adidas look cooler, I think. Own neither.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Neither.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Hard pass on all T. Swift songs. Thanks.

69. Ever take dance lessons? Lord, no.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I hope he can be a writer one day, like he wants to be.

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yes?

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Maybe.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yesssss. When I got my dog over 14 years ago. I still love her and miss her.

74. What is your favorite book? Sadly, The Disaster Artist. Its fucking wild.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No, I'm not a pot head. lol

77. Ever been in love? Yes!

78. Who would you like to see in concert? Jeff Rosenstock. I came so close earlier this year, but didn't have the money to travel to it.

79. What was the last concert you saw? Against Me.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold tea.

81. Tea or coffee? Tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip, I guess.

83. Can you swim well? I can't swim at all. Poor kids never learn to swim.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Why would I do that?

85. Are you patient? No.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Band. A crust punk band. lol

87. Ever won a contest? I won an art contest in middle school.

88. Ever have plastic surgery? No, but if I had money, I totally would. Life is short. Buy big titties. Get lip fillers. Suck out all your fat. Who cares.

89. Which are better black or green olives? Gross.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Love it.

91. Best room for a fireplace? None, because fireplaces increase your home owners insurance. lol

92. Do you want to get married? Sure. I'm in no rush, though. I'm happy to just live together.

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watchmist1412 · 6 years ago

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BTI Chapter 7

Co-written by @bloodredruby and @watchmist1412

BTI Fanart // Nalu cover // Gruvia cover

Words ~ 5200

Rated K+

Summary: Figure Skating AU. After an accident Gray, a professional figure skater, has to take some time off to heal and he’s not enjoying it AT ALL. What he didn’t expect was meeting Juvia, a swimmer tired of her career, even less ending up as her coach. Lucy, an aspiring figure skater, came to realize it was a whole new experience with a pink haired weirdo and his equally weird cat by her side.

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Lucy winced as she landed the Axel jump barely being able to keep her balance for a split second before stumbling and almost falling to the cold hard ice. She could feel Aquarius glaring daggers at her back.

They had been practicing that move almost the whole training session now and she didn’t seem to be making much progress. Needless to say her coach had been beginning to feel a little irritated. Well it wasn’t like it needed much trying to get Aquarius angry. Lucy seemed to be achieving that just by being near her.

Lucy had always prided herself for being a relatively fast learner so she shouldn’t be taking that much to get a move right. She didn’t know what was wrong with her on that day but she just couldn’t do it! It frustrated her to no ends. And more importantly she did not want to manage with her equally frustrated coach.

“Just. What. Do you think. You’re doing.” Lucy winced once again. Aquarius made a point to emphasize each word but kept her tone low. That wasn’t good. She almost wished the woman was yelling at her.

“It’s not like you haven’t executed similar moves! I just don’t get it. All day it’s like you have your head in the clouds! ”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, that’s not the point! That’s a move you really have to know!” the older woman scoffed “You know what? Forget it. We’re done for today.”

“What? But I still haven’t-“

“Yeah, yeah I know. If it’s an off day for you it’s no use staying here. It’s a big waste of time for both of us. You can do some stamina training or something, I don’t care.” Aquarius moved to the edges of the rink and Lucy followed her after a brief moment of hesitation.

“Next time I expect you to execute that without having to touch the ice. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two started undoing their skates in silence.

“You know, I’m really wondering which idiot was your previous teacher. You’re not terrible yourself but you really lack in some practical departments.”

Lucy felt her heart jump out of her chest. There it was. She couldn’t have avoided that topic forever. “Oh, umm. You see the thing is…” she stumbled with her words. “I didn’t really have a skating teacher.”

“WHAT?” Aquarius turned to look at her with wide eyes “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mostly learned on my own. Mom helped me at first but then… Well I practiced on my own with a little help of the owner of the local rink. He didn’t give me full lessons but he helped me with whatever I needed.”

“Wait, are you saying Jude couldn’t afford to get you a skating teacher?”

“He… wasn’t really fond of the idea of me following my mother’s footsteps. He even forbade me from skating.” Lucy laughed awkwardly. She had gone to great lengths to sneak past him and train whenever she could.

“Oh my- Oh, he’s so dead! That absolute moron forbade Layla’s daughter from skating!! Just you wait I’ll-”

At that moment a ringtone sounded through the rink and Aquarius frantically searched her handbag to pull out her phone. Lucy tried not to look so relieved at the interruption.

“What?” She answered the phone angrily. “YOU DID WHAT?”

Lucy almost felt bad for the person calling. The woman wasn’t in her best mood at the moment. At least it wasn’t directed at her anymore.

“You unbelievable little- Okay, just stay where you are I’m coming.” She finished the call while spouting not so kind words at the black screen of the cellphone.

“I have to go.” She turned to Lucy “Something came up.”

The blonde sighed in relief. That phone call was her savior!

“This isn’t over yet, you know.” Aquarius said, reading Lucy’s mind, before she left the room in a hurry.

That was a very tiring day… But at least she was done with practice earlier than expected! Now she could go home, have a nice warm bath, take a long nap and-

“Hey Lucy!”

“WHAT THE-“ The girl in question screamed in surprise as bright pink head sprouted seemingly out of nowhere. “NATSU??”

“Well yeah, it’s me, are you having memory problems from that age?”

“I know it’s you idiot! Will you ever stop doing that?”

“Do what?” Natsu asked blinking innocently.

“Oh you know exactly what I mean.” Lucy squinted at him “Why can’t you go into a room like a normal person.”

“I did come in like a normal person! But the crazy lady was here and I think she still keeps a grudge on me.”

“That’s ridiculous, she doesn’t- wait no, you may have a point…”

“See!” Natsu grinned in triumph.

“Wait, how long were you hiding?”

“Hmm, not sure. I was done with practice early and I came to see how you were doing.”

Lucy felt her heart jump inside her chest.

Had he heard about Lucy’s dad? Did he know who she was? She didn’t want that! She didn’t want him to treat her differently…

“You didn’t hear anything… weird?” she asked cautiously.

“Weird? No, not really. I was too far away to hear what you were talking about if that’s what you meant.”

Lucy sighed in relief “It wasn’t anything serious anyway.”

“Though, I was here long enough to see you fail in the Axel jump” he smirked.

“I’m working on that!” Lucy exclaimed glaring at her companion “I’ll have it down in no time, you just caught me on a bad day.” She defended herself.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! Everyone has their bad days. I remember when I first started skating I had a huge problem with it! Gildarts was ready to give up on me!”

“Really? I found that pretty easy, it was one of the first moves I mastered.”

“I salute you for that. I still struggle with that stuff.”

“Oh, I know!” Natsu’s whole face brightened up “We could practice together tomorrow! I could help you with that!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? I don’t have practice with Gildarts anyway.”

“Thanks.” Lucy smiled at him gratefully. “I really appreciate it.”

Lucy picked up her backpack and slid it on her left shoulder adjusting the strap so that it wouldn’t slide off “Well I should get going now. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, bye!” Natsu waved at her excitedly.

Lucy moved to exit the rink but before she even took one step forward she felt a hand grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around forcibly.

“NO WAIT!”

Lucy looked at her fellow skater quizzing. “Okay?”

“Ahh I can’t believe I almost forgot! It’s your fault you know!” he pointed at Lucy accusatory

“What? How is it my fault I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Lucy furrowed her eyebrows.

“The reason I came to see you!” Natsu exclaimed excitedly “Come on, I need to show you something.” He grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the exit.

“Hey, hey, you can’t just drag me like that! You didn’t even ask if I had anything else to do!” Lucy pulled back at Natsu’s arm and pulled both of them to a halt.

The boy turned to her with a blank expression as if contemplating something before asking “Do you have anything else to do?”

“No…”

“Why are you making this complicated then?” Natsu looked at her judgingly “Weirdo.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this before!!”

“Yeah well you don’t seem to have stopped proving me right.”

“You know what, I think something just came up.”

“Nooo wait Lucy I didn’t mean it!”

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In the end Lucy caved in to Natsu’s pleas and let her new friend drag her through the building before stopping in front of a wooden door somewhere in the second floor.

“Wait, wait!” Lucy stopped the boy before he could turn the door handle to let them in.

“What?”

She pointed at the sign that hanged in the center of the door that read ‘staff only’ “Are you sure we can go in there?”

“Lucy?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re part of Fairy Tail now, you’re basically the staff.”

“Oh…”

“Besides we put the sign there.” He stepped into the room while opening his arms widely. “Welcome to our hideout!!”

Lucy carefully stepped inside and was immediately greeted with an explosion of colors.

The small roomed was crumped with two brown and one blue single seat sofas with a huge TV screen on the center of the room. On a first notice the room was pretty messy. There were clothes lying around on the floor and small everyday things like some headphones and plushies. And was that a mini fridge on the corner? However it didn’t look bad. It had sort of a lived in feeling to it. It was comforting.

Lucy eyes were immediately drawn to the tall bright red bookshelf that took up one of the walls of the room. It was filled with books, CDs, figurines and trophies. Lucy smiled subconsciously as she came closer and browsed through the shelves recognizing a few titles.

“So what do you think?”

“That’s amazing!” she turned at her companion with a huge grin. “What is this room?”

“Oh it’s our little hideout. We come here to relax and hang out in between practice. You can come here anytime you want!”

“Really?”

“Yeah sure, I wouldn’t have brought you there otherwise!”

Lucy felt the corners of her mouth twitch up “Thanks, I’ll take you on that offer.”

Natsu flashed a bright smile in response. “Hey you wanna play some games?”

“Games?”

The boy gestured to the TV at the end of the room and Lucy noticed for the first time a small gaming device being plugged into it.

“It has mostly old games but I think those are the best. So what do you say?” Natsu looked at her with wide expectant eyes.

“Ah, I’m not sure…”

“Please!!!”

Lucy could only hold her rink mate’s puppy dog eyes for three seconds before caving in. Seriously it should be illegal for a grown up man to be this cute “Okay fine! I guess I can stay for a few games…”

“Yessss!!” Natsu ran to the game console fumbling with a few CDs lost in his own world while Lucy moved awkwardly to one of the couches trying not to regret her decision. A few games wouldn’t hurt would they?

“Ah, that’s right!” Natsu exclaimed as he turned sharply to the other occupant of the room “I should probably let you chose” he said as he held up several game cases that Lucy didn’t recognize. “So, what do you wanna play first?”

“No, it’s okay you choose. I… don’t really know any of them.”

Natsu looked puzzled before holding up one of the games again “Come on you don’t even know Tekken?”

“Sorry, no. I haven’t really played any video games.” She really couldn’t, not with her father thinking they were a massive waste of time.

Natsu looked at her scandalized with his mouth open wide and a hand clutching his heart. “You’ve seriously never played?? Oh man I can’t believe this we have to fix that immediately.” He quickly popped a cd into the console and flopped into the couch next to Lucy.

“Prepare to be amazed, that’s my favorite game of all time.” He said as he handed Lucy a controller. “I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!”

“I wasn’t expecting anything less.” Lucy smiled before turning back to the screen.

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“NO NO NO NO!!! AHH DAMN IT!”

A large K.O appeared at the TV screen and a video of the finishing blow replayed after it.

Natsu glared at Lucy through his eyelashes “You cheated!”

“Hey, I didn’t cheat! It’s not my fault I have natural talent!”

“You definitely lied! No way you were playing for the first time!”

“You’re just grumpy because I’m better than you!” Lucy smirked.

“What? Hah, I was just going easy on you cause you were new.”

“What happened to ‘I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!’ ” Lucy did a poor imitation of her fellow skater only to have a pillow thrown at her general direction.

“Shut up, don’t get stuck in the past!”

“It was literally an hour ago.”

“Shh, the past. I demand a rematch!!”

“What again? This is our 10th round! Just admit I’m better than you.”

“Never…” whispered Natsu in a low tone that sent Lucy into a fit of giggles.

“Seriously though, let’s take a break I’m getting a bit tired”

“Fine! This isn’t over!”

Natsu went to turn off the TV and console while sending her fake glares and Lucy curled up in her couch. This was surprisingly very fun. She could really get used to this she thought and a faint smile found its way to her face.

Of course she should have known better to expect a moment of calmness in this rink… To say Lucy was surprised when she felt a sudden weight in her lap would be a huge understatement. It didn’t help that when her eyes immediately shot down she locked eyes with a small blue cat.

They stared at each other for less than a second before Lucy’s mind processed the situation and she let out a surprised shriek startling the cat. Lucy stood up from the couch and jumped behind it in a speed she didn’t know she was capable of as soon as the cat had left her lap. She didn’t know if that was made clear enough but the cat was blue!! Blue! She wasn’t a cat expert but she knew that wasn’t in the very least natural!

“What, what is it?” Natsu got up alarmed as he tried to locate the reason for Lucy’s screams.

In response she mutely pointed to the small animal which was now looking at her almost with confusion as she tried to calm her racing heart from the surprise. The boy’s eyes followed to where her finger was pointing and broke into a soft smile.

“Oh hey buddy! I didn’t know you were awake.”

Lucy stared in astonishment as the cat mewed at the pink haired boy and went to rub it’s head in his leg as Natsu petted it softly.

“You know the cat??”

“What? Of course I should know him, it’s my cat!”

Lucy continued to stare at the duo in bewilderment. “Your… cat.” She said slowly.

“Ah that’s right! I haven’t introduced you two yet.” He picked up the cat and turned to her direction. “Lucy this is Happy, Happy this is Lucy! She may seem a bit weird but you get used to her.” He said stage whispering the last part.

“Hey, you- wait are pets even allowed in the building?”

Natsu theatrically gasped and pulled Happy closer to his chest “Pet! Happy’s not a pet he’s my friend! And he’s technically allowed as long as he doesn’t bother anyone.”

“Technically? So he’s- you know what, I don’t care at this point…”

Natsu shot her a smile that slowly turned into a frown “Wait what got you scared before? Don’t tell me it was Happy?”

Lucy bit her lip and looked away from the other skater.

“It was!” he said in delight “Oh man this is golden, Happy’s harmless! Well unless you’re a pillow he really likes to destroy those.”

“Shut up I wasn’t scared, I was just startled! You don’t see a blue cat pop out of nowhere every day! Wait we’ve overlooked that for too long. Why the hell is your cat blue?”

“Ah yes…” Natsu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly “You see he had a bit of an accident.”

“Yes?” Lucy prompted him

“So I was mixing some colors to paint my room when Happy was just a kitten. When I took my eyes of him for a few minutes he managed to fall right into a full bucket of blue paint.”

Lucy stared at him in disbelief “Are you kidding me, shouldn’t it have come off?”

“Yeah that’s the problem… you see I was kind of experimenting with some chemicals and the paint turned out to be permanent.”

“Experimenting- why would you be experimenting with paint? You really shouldn’t be trusted with another living being.”

“Hey Happy’s okay with it, right buddy?”

The cat mewed loudly as if agreeing and Lucy sighed in defeat flopping back into the couch. “Ah I give up…”

It wasn’t long before she felt something bump against her leg and looked down to see the cat once again by her side. She hesitated for a second before slowly petting his head. Lucy smiled unconsciously as Happy relaxed into her hand and purred softly.

“Wow, he really likes you.” Lucy turned to see Natsu looking to the scene in amusement. “It takes some time for him to warm up to strangers. It took him about a month to even sit within ten meters of Laxus. He still doesn’t like him that much.”

“Wait, Laxus? As in Laxus Dreyar, one of the worldwide top figure skaters??”

“Well I wouldn’t call him one of the top anymore, he’s retired.”

“That’s not the point! How do you know Laxus?”

“He’s the grandson of the owner of Fairy Tail.” Natsu said like it was an obvious thing.

Lucy’s eyes widened “Are you serious right now?”

“Ohhh right, most people don’t know that. He used to train here but then he left us to form his own little group. Said we would be holding him back. You’re lucky you didn’t meet him then, he was a bit of an asshole. The console is his by the way, he left it behind and we conveniently forgot to give it back.”

“Wow, it’s amazing!!!”

“Did you hear anything I said??

“Fairy Tail is so amazing!” Lucy continued unbothered “Wait do you know any of the other skaters!”

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“I’ve heard about so many incredible figure skaters have their training rink in Fairy Tail! Ohhh do you know Titania? She’s so cool I wanna be able to skate like her one day!”

“You won’t be saying that once you meet her.” Mumbled Natsu

“What?”

“Nothing nothing, I said you’ll meet her soon.”

“Really?” a huge smile lighted up Lucy’s face. “Oh how about Fullbuster, is he still here after… you know.”

“Oh the ice princess? Yeah unfortunately you’ll be seeing him soon too.”

“And the Salamander?”

“What?” Natsu chocked out.

“I haven’t really been keeping up with men’s figure skating but I heard the Salamander is in this rink? I saw his performance once and he was so cool!”

“Really, you think he’s cool?”

“Of course, have you seen his skating? He’s on fire every time he enters the ice!”

“Well today’s your lucky day!” Natsu smirked at her.

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“The Salamander is right here!” He spread his arms wide proudly.

Lucy’s smile fell from her face. “You?? You’re the-”

“Yep, Natsu Dragneel, the Salamander. That’s me!”

“Wait, you’re a pro skater?”

“Yeah of course I am! What did you think?”

“I don’t know, certainly not being a national famous skater!” Lucy exclaimed flustered “Sorry… I- uh, you weren’t what I was expecting.”

“Wow Lucy you really know how to talk to people. I’m not the cool guy you were expecting?” He said with a teasing smile.

“Oh my god, forget everything I said earlier.” Lucy hid her now blushing face behind her hands while Natsu exploded into fits of laughter.

They ended up talking for hours from Natsu’s experiences and encounters at competitions (“I swear Lucy he showed up with black eyeshadow and lipstick, he looked like a Tanuki, and danced as the evil witch putting a spell to his ex girlfriend! I think I saw him cry on the ice…”) to arguing whether vanilla or chocolate ice cream was better. Talking with Natsu was easy, it felt like they were best friends for ages and the conversation never flopped always having something to comment on.

“Hey Natsu can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Why pink hair? I mean it doesn’t look bad but it’s an interesting choice of color.”

“Ah yeah, that… You see Luce when you want to dye your hair you should always check the time limit for the dye to set in.”

“No!”

“Yes! It was supposed to be red to match with my skating outfit! Gray teased me for days after that.”

Lucy didn’t notice how much time had passed talking until Levy called to see where she had disappeared.

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It had been a couple of days since Gray last saw the weird blue haired woman and stopped to help her. He still has no idea why he did that. He should have just minded his own business and gone his way but no! His stupid mouth has to open up and blurt out the first thing that came to his mind. After realizing what he’d done he had pressed his lips in a tight line panicking inwardly and wished Juvia hadn’t heard him. Of course luck was never on his side when it came to her.

To make things worse apparently Mira was passing by and saw the whole scene and now she wouldn’t stop teasing him. As if she didn’t have enough teasing material before. She never failed to inform him every time he finished his individual practice that Juvia was in the public rink and Gray always walked away silently cursing the white haired woman. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Juvia. Sure she was a bit weird and their first encounter wasn’t exactly normal but he didn’t hold anything against her. It was more that he had no idea how to act with her.

Gray was lost in his thoughts when he realized he was nearing the reception desk and quickened his pace. He wasn’t in the mood for Mira’s teasing remarks at the moment. However it wasn’t the receptionist he found waiting.

“Gildarts?”

The man looked up from his phone and smiled at him “Hey kiddo! Long time no see! I was waiting for you.”

“What do you want?” he asked suspicious.

“What I’m not allowed to miss my cute little student?”

“You literally took Natsu and I for dinner last week.”

“Ah you’re no fun anymore, I miss when you were all respectful to me when I first started coaching you. Tell me how are you, how the leg going?”

“Good? There’s still some time before I can start official training. But you knew that already.”

Gildarts hummed in agreement “Good, good… So how’s Juvia doing?”

“Good-wait! How do you know about this?” Gray squinted his eyes to the other man.

“Oh, a little bird told me you were voluntary helping a sweet woman with her skating.” He said grinning

“Mira…” Gray grumbled

“They grow up so fast… you already have your own student. And it’s a cute girl nonetheless.” He wiped a fake tear out of his eyes.

“She’s not- Look I don’t know what she told you but they were all lies.”

“Oh so you didn’t give a lesson to this Juvia girl?”

“No! Yes. That’s not- Okay I did but that was a one-time thing!” he fumbled with his words. The man’s grin grew out even more.

“Or go on an ice cream date with her?”

“It wasn’t a date!!” Gray spluttered embarrassed but the older wasn’t finished.

“And you didn’t go completely out of your way to give her tips?”

“What the hell, is she just giving you reports on my life now?”

“Ah so you don’t deny it!” he exclaimed in triumph.

“No, I- Fine believe whatever you want I don’t care! I won’t be helping her anymore that was it.”

“Gray I think you should be her teacher.” Gildarts said in a serious tone the teasing smile having been erased and his former student looked at him in bewilderment.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m being completely serious. Gray I know this past few months have been difficult for you and I understand but I feel like you’ve been distanced from us, from your friends.” Gray frowned but before he could talk back the man continued “Mira told me you’ve been livelier these past few days, I really think taking on that girl as a student would help you out.”

“But-“

“No buts, here me out first! It wouldn’t have to interfere with your own training. Just a few hours a week. You will have some social interaction and I believe teaching someone can benefit with your own skating skills.”

“I don’t know Gildarts I have so much going on and…”

His former coach placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder “I know kid, believe me. But I really think this can do you good, I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise. Promise me you’ll think about it?”

“I- yeah okay. I promise.” Gray agreed reluctantly.

“Great!” the smile reappeared on his face “Now excuse me I have to go pick up my cute daughter for dinner!”

“Does Cana know about it?”

“Nope!” he said excited as he walked to the exit door “Don’t forget your promise!”

Gray waved at him until the man disappeared and he dropped his hand down in defeat. What had he gotten himself into?

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After his talk with Gildarts Gray went straight to his house the man’s words circling around his head. He tried to distract himself by binge watching series but after realizing he had no idea what happened in the last three episodes because he was zoning out he gave up. He somehow managed to fall asleep without many problems and had put the whole situation in the back of his head the next morning. Well that was until later that afternoon.

“Gray~” the man in question visibly stiffened as he heard his name being called out by a certain receptionist. This wouldn’t be good. Couldn’t he just go home one day without any interruptions? Please?

He slowly turned around and forced a smile at his friend “Hey Mira… I was just going home.” He tried dropping a hint to be left alone but obviously that wasn’t in the woman’s plans.

She smiled at him sweetly from behind the counter and rested her head on her clasped hands. “Can you do me a small favor?”

“Uh, sure what is it?”

“It’s time to close down the rink and I have to go lock the upper floor down. Would you mind going in the main rink and seeing if anyone’s still there?” she threw something at his direction that Gray caught instinctively realizing it was the rink’s keys when he opened his palm “Lock it too.”

“Close down?” Gray furrowed his eyebrows confused “I didn’t stay that late didn’t I, there’s still half an hour to go.”

“Ah, something came up and I have to leave, I can’t just keep the place open. Now go make sure no one’s getting locked inside.” She smiled again and lightly pushed him to down to the direction of the main rink.

Gray adjusted the straps on his backpack and started moving eager to get done with this as soon as possible. He had a bad feeling about this. Once he reached the metal doors separating the public rink with the corridor he poked his head inside.

He was ready to shout for everyone inside to start leaving before he noticed a single figure in the middle of the ice. Gray felt his words die inside his throat. Of course. Why else would Mira make him go all this way!

Unconsciously he tried to blend in with the background and felt his gaze being drawn to the blue haired woman. She seemed to still be practicing what he had taught her and he felt a strange feeling of pride washing over him as he noticed her improvement. Oh no he was already getting into a teacher mode!

After a few more seconds of staring at her Gray snapped out of his daze remembering the reason he was sent here. Though he was pretty damn sure the reason was different than what he first thought.

“Excuse me we will be closing down now if you could please-” Gray let his sentence fade out as Juvia locked gazes with him her lips forming an O shape.

She moved her arm up and waved shyly at him from the middle of the rink. “Hello!”

“Uh, hey Juvia I didn’t know you were here today… Sorry we’re closing down in a few minutes.”

“Oh sorry Juvia lost track of time!” she said as she skated towards the edge of the rink trying to take her skates out as soon as possible.

“Ah no you’re good don’t worry. We’re just closing a bit sooner today.”

Gray watched as the girl returned the skates to the stand and got her backpack. She stepped outside the door and Gray fumbled with the keys for a second trying to find the right one.

“So how’s your practice going?” he heard himself asking before he could realize it. Stupid mouth of his…

“Oh, umm it’s going good?”

“Are you asking me?” Gray said amused.

“No! It’s good! It’s just that Juvia can’t really judge for herself.”

“Yeah…Well if you practice enough you’re sure to get better at it. You could get in a group too if you want to improve faster.”

Juvia noticeably winced at his words “Juvia can’t. She doesn’t really have a lot of free time.” Gray wondered if the hint of sadness in her voice was his imagination but he couldn’t process it enough before she shot him a bright smile and continued “Juvia is really happy she got to have that one lesson with you! She’ll be going now, it was nice seeing you again.”

Suddenly all Gildarts had said passed through his mind as he looked at the blue haired woman in front of him. She seemed to genuinely enjoy skating.

“Hey are you still up for those lessons?” he asked before he could change his mind.”

“What?” Juvia looked at him with wide eyes.

“You said before you wanted me to teach you, have you changed your mind?”

“NO! Of course not! But you said before-”

“Yeah, I know what I said but I thought about it. So what do you say?”

“Yes of course!!” a huge smile appeared on her face “But how much should Juvia pay you?”

Gray chocked on air. He hadn’t thought about that “Pay?”

“Yeah isn’t that natural?”

“No nope we’re not doing that. I’d feel bad taking money from you I’ve never taught anyone before.”

“But-”

“Nope, I’m not changing my mind on this. Ah we should probably meet up and discuss this more seriously. Do you have time tomorrow?”

Juvia nodded frantically, seemingly still in shock by the whole situation.

“Okay, cool. I, uh… I’ll see you on the rink tomorrow then.” Gray turned on his heels and walked away as fast as he could before he could see her response. If he had stayed any longer he was sure to make a fool of himself.

He passed the reception throwing the keys into Mira’s desk and bolting out of the building. It wasn’t until he was lying on his couch at home when he fully realized what had happened. Surprisingly he didn’t find himself regretting it.

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