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faegirly · 3 years ago

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A Spot of Sweet Company - Sucrose x Apprentice Gender Neutral Reader

a long night of experimentation draws to a head, and as the sun rises, the accumulation of your hopes and expertise finally come together into something most beautiful.

"Let me know when to put the butterfly wings in." you whispered, hunched over the same small burner that Sucrose hadn't pulled her large bespectacled eyes for, the keys to the lab on her other side while a bubbling vial of ephervescent prismic liquid foamed before you both. she was hardly breathing as she ever so slightly adjusted the temperature and sprinkled in two more dandelion seeds, sending the experiment frothing right to the rim of the glass vial.

"Steady..." the alchemist muttered, maybe more to herself than to you, but her voice was unwavering. you couldn't help but admire her passion for this, the manipulation of life.

but your gaze was quickly brought back to the experiment when Sucrose said, her tone still as gentle as the breeze but firm within its delicacy, "Now. and... gently."

"Ok." you agreed, following her instruction to very carefully let the two pairs of butterfly wings slip from your fingers into the gently simmering liquid. as soon as they hit the surface, Sucrose took her glass mixer and pressed them to the bottom of the vial, dropped the temperature and then pushed out a sigh as she straightened up.

"Record the temperature then... give it a few minutes to settle. It should be done shortly." she sighed, stepping back from the work bench to stretch a little.

the sunlight of the slowly rising dawn splintered through the fogged glass windows across the laboratory. you'd both been there all night, Lisa leaving you with the key for another long session of research and examination.

it was nothing you weren't used to, but with how many times the vial had cracked or the solution had bubbled over, it seemed like you'd been there for weeks, hunched over the desk for so long the ache in your back was spreading through your arms. but you had to continue. something about the determined gleam in Sucrose's eyes, despite the lack of sunlight, kept you focused on perfecting this experiment, no matter how long it took you.

sighing as you pushed your protective goggles to the top of your head, you rubbed your stinging eyes as you yawned, "Gosh... how long has it been since we went back home to rest?"

Sucrose sat on a stool beside you with a huff, taking off her glasses to clean them as she shrugged, "maybe a few days. I didn't... expect this trial to take so long. especially after Albedo confirmed the method was sound enough to trial."

"Well, sometimes life just works that way." you smiled a little at her as she placed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. when she blinked, you continued, "You can plan and ensure as much as you want but, sometimes, the forces that be decide something else will happen outside your control."

Sucrose huffed again, fiddling with her fingertips as she complained quietly, "Well it shouldn't. It... messes up plans, takes more time and is inevitably more expensive. If i could just figure out a way to mitigate every possible error that could occur..."

"Rose" you chuckled gently, walking up to her and lifting her face wigh your hands. her cheeks immediately flushed the softest pink as her eyes met yours in the rising pale sunlight for a second before darting away. you grinned and then said, "The truth is, all we can do really is try our best."

the pale green haired alchemist twisted her mouth in slight frustration before sighing and holding your wrists as you stroked her cheeks with your thumbs. "But.... what if thats not enough?"

you could see it again, the flicker of worry that clouded her crystaline vision every so often and dimmed her smile. catching even a glimpse of it sank your heart like an anchor so quickly and warmly, you responded, "It will always be enough. No matter the outcome."

finally, her gaze lifted to yours again, the light in them trembling like a candles flame distrubed by the slivhtest breeze as she whispered, "You promise?"

and you nodded, resting your forehead against hers as you replied, "I promise."

the sharp, sliver of a whistle that rose suddenly from the vial on the burner drew bogh of you out of the tender moment with a simultaneous gasp and quickly, you both jumped up, put your goggles back on and returned to the test you had stayed up all night perfecting.

carefully as she had been when handling the wafer thin butterfly wings, Sucrose turned down the intensity of the burner until it was a mere thumbnail of a blue flame, quickly but calmly asking, "Prepare the holder and the cooling basin. We need to move quickly."

once again, you followed her every word, keeping close and careful so this time, it was perfect. placing the holding rack beside the burner, you watched as she liftes the vial with metal tongs and placed it through the wooden holder, pushing out a breath as you then took over to slide the cooling basin beneath it.

with a hiss as the sun finally splintered through the glass across the lab, and the very faint clattering of wooden cart wheels against the cobble stome streets of Mondstadt rose with it, the solution settled and calmed, the sudden bright blue of crystal ore dust Sucrose sprinkled into it to top it off caught in the brightening dawn and filled the room with sparks of miniscule blue light.

"It's beautiful." you marvelled as you both removed your goggles and straightened up.

Sucrose blushed a smile as she said, "That's not all." then, carefully screwing on a spray nozzle and with a quiet delight, sprayed some of the solution onto a piece of litmus paper before handing it to you. "Take a smell." she sugggested with a smile.

trusting her without hesitation, you took it and inhaled a little.

in an instant, you were transported to the crisp and delicately fragrant peaks of dragonspine, mint and soft snowfall perfuming every breath you took for a few seconds, and brightening your eyes as you gasped at the serene aroma of warm but distant sunlight.

exhaling deeply, you blushed, a wide smile stretching into your cheeks. "It's wonderful. Beautiful, it-" you had to stop and take another inhale of it and once again, yoi were overcome with everything that had been manipulated to make the perfect scent. "It's like I'm right there.."

at your words, Sucrose's eyes bloomed with an internal light and her ears twitched twice, a smile wider than she'd ever worn gracing her rosy cheeks as she clasped her hands together. "Really? You mean it?"

"Mhm." you nodded, setting down the new scentless piece of paper. "Archons you're amazing. What inspired you to make this?"

just as quickly as she'd beamed at you, her eyes dropped but her smile remained. biting the inside of her cheek a little she whispered her confession, "... um... i-it was you."

and now it was your turn to blush to the fullest extent and smile as wide as the suns rays reached. the fatigue in your bodies melted as the alchemist slowly met your gaze again and with such love in your eyes, you took her hand, leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. Sucrose burned the richest crimson, ears twitching once again as you whispered against one of them, "thank you Sucrose."

she giggled, the sound as delicate as the softly chiming bells in the distant cathedral, and silently, smiling and blushing together, you bottled the rest of the perfume, cleaned up and tidied the lab and then, finally, hand in hand, locked up and left the lab to get some well earned sleep just as the sun stretched its rays in through the windows behind you both.

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catzula · 4 years ago

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It’s hard NOT to be a fangirl (especially when the setter is Oikawa Tooru)

A/N: is it evident how much in love I am with this man? I cried at his backstory, I did that. Well, uh, hope you enjoy! And I have a mountain of hw and exams coming up so I might not be able to write something so thats that.

Warnings: spoilers!!! For the spring tournament so beware. Cursing? 5.9k? Oikawa crying in the end? Its NOT angst tho. Also not edited cuz its 1 am

Genre: fluff, Iwaizumi's sister!reader

Synopsis: maybe confusing you with a fangirl wasn't exactly starting off the right foot, but Oikawa thought the stranger that sat with him till the beginning of his next match was... quite charming.

Oikawa might've been many, many things, but he was not a coward.

Most of the time, at least.

Whenever it was his feelings he had to be brave about, he never succeeded, especially not when they were towards you. You, who laughed and stood with him, never across but always beside him. Oikawa couldn't afford to be brave.

It was the first day of the Interhigh matches when he had met you. To say Oikawa was having a bad day would be an underestimation. He got dumped by his girlfriend that very day, right before his match, and brutally ripped out of the soft, consoling presence of his fans by Iwaizumi. He just wanted to be fawned over and comforted, maybe eat a snack or two while he was at it, but he didn't even get to do that?

"Stop pouting, Shittykawa." Iwaizumi muttered when Oikawa made an exaggerated 'hmph!' sound for the 20th time the last 5 minutes. "We need to go to the gym, and you need to focus."

"You need to focus too!" Oikawa protested, "but look at you getting ready to go to a date- hey, agh!" Holding the back of his head, Oikawa pouted even deeper this time. "You didn't need to hit me!" Oikawa whisper-yelled.

"I told you to shut the fuck up. Hold your tongue if you don't want to get beaten." Iwaizumi whispered angrily, sending a side glance at his coach to try and see if he had heard stupid Oikawa. Iwaizumi took a breath of relief when the coach didn't even look his way.

"We're gonna sit in the back stands so coach won't be able to see us. You can still watch the game from there, too." Iwaizumi finally spoke after they arrived in the gym, eyes scanning the room to find the perfect hiding place.

"You mean I am gonna sit in the back stands, all alone, cold and freshly dumped." Oikawa frowned, his frown only growing deeper when his best friend rolled his eyes. "Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong! As you go on your marry way with your girlfriend, I will be sitting here alone and wallow in my sadness for what... 6 hours?!"

Iwaizumi clenched his teeth, knowing Oikawa had a point. Sighing, he rubbed his temples. "Look, fuck, I'm sorry, okay? Should I tell her I can't come?" He asked gruffly, and despite all his brutality and harsh words, Oikawa knew he would do it if he said the word. "Nah, it's okay. Have fun in your date!" Oikawa answered, earning a baffled glare from the boy.

"Then why the fuck have you been guilt tripping me the past hour?"

"I'm lonely, Iwa-chan! I want attention." Oikawa grinned, professionally avoiding the slap coming his way, his grin growing even wider when Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. " I wonder how I didn't murder you already. Anyway, settle there, and don't move anywhere until the match. And I mean, anywhere, no visiting your fans, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, taking selfies before the windows, nothing."

"Okay, okay, I'm not dumb!" Oikawa whined as he threw his gym bag on the free seats. "Say hi to her for me, Iwa-chan!" He called after his best friend.

~~~

It had been almost an hour since Iwa had left, and Oikawa was losing his mind. Why did he agree to this again? He wanted to sit with the rest of his team, that sat across the court but Iwaizumi had told him not to move anywhere (and Oikawa was still a bit hurt at how grateful they seemed when Iwa had told them Oikawa would be sitting separately), so he had opted to social media.

Oikawa wasn't aware of someone else entering the secret back stands and getting closer to him as he watched a short compilation of cat videos. "Oikawa-kun?" You approached him, hiding your snicker when he jumped in his place to look at you. He was quick to hide his shock, a mask of smugness quickly finding its place on his pretty face.

"That's me." He smiled, his chocolate eyes scanning you and meeting your eyes back quickly. He watched as you sat a seat away from him, close but not approachable. He quirked his brow when you stood quiet, holding your phone a little too tightly. A shy fan, how sweet, he thought, smirking as he turned your way. He had an idea of what you wanted.

"Did you, perhaps, want a photo? I might not look as I normally would, though." Oikawa suggested, going by how you held your phone, checking the time every once in a while, you wanted a picture. His brows raised when you didn't say a word but bit your lip as if holding in a smile.

"That's your que to say 'no, Oikawa-kun, you look amazing!" He told you, not expecting your laugh to ring in his ears, baffled both by how sudden and how pretty the sound was. "No, you do look tired, actually." You finally answered, earning a gasp from the boy across you.

"Oh, to think I was going to see the days of my fans calling me tired-looking and ugly!" He dramatically brought his hand to his face, peeking through his fingers to see what you were going to do. You should at least deny he looked ugly, he thought, but his eyes grew wide when you chuckled. Now you were just rude! Did he really look that bad?

"Sorry, I'm not a fan." You pressed your lips in an apologetic smile, trying to hold it sorry and not smug when you spotted the blush on his cheeks. "Oh- I thought..." He cleared his throat to hide the embarrassment. "Most of the pretty girls like you who aproach me are my fans, so I just assumed." He spoke when he finally managed to find back his high-toned, flirty persona.

"That crowd of groupies in the entrance should belong to you, too, then?" You teased, not expecting him to answer yes, bursting into laughter with the unexpected positive answer.

"I kind of have to ask, though, if you're not my fan, why did you approach me, calling my name?" He seemed nonchalant as if he was used to that, but you had to admit it was a bit creepy.

"Oh, Haji- Iwaizumi sent me." You corrected yourself when you remembered how your brother had told you not to tell Oikawa you were siblings (he had warned you about how flirtatious Oikawa could get, and he might see it as a challenge if he figured you were his best friend's sibling. You didn't think it was true, they were best friends after all, but it was better to be cautious anyway.

"Iwa-chan? Ah, so he does care after all!" Oikawa blurted out, his words reminding how your brother had sent you here and how it was something way different than caring. "Well, he did want me to make sure you didn't leave here or call your ex. Heard you had some... problems."

"Cold as a stone, as always." He sighed, and you chuckled. "Can't exactly call it a problem, but being dumped isn't the best feeling in the world." He shrugged, taking a sip out of his water before flashing you a charming smile. Your brows furrowed when he admitted he was dumped, of course, Hajime had already told you that, but judging the boy by his looks, his nonchalant acts, and everything your brother had told to warn you, you hadn't expected him to admit that, especially not to a stranger.

"Well, uh, that sucks." You answered awkwardly, not knowing how to approach the situation. "I'm sorry about that."

"Its okay, as it was bound to happen, anyway. Our relationship wasn't exactly sailing smoothly." He shrugged, but it was evident he was a bit broken about it. "I- uh, I'm not the person people would come for advice in these kind of situations, but I can... listen?"

You felt something warm blooming in your chest when his gaze locked on you, chocolate brown eyes the prettiest you've ever seen, but the surprised, almost grateful look was what made you feel that way. Did he only want someone to listen?

"It's okay, I don't want to burden you with my stupid problems." He chuckled, pulling his playful nature back on the surface. "I don't even know your name."

"Oh, shit, you're right!" You laughed when you realized you hadn't even told him your name but had offered a shoulder to cry on. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." You stuck your hand out, his warm (big-) hand gripping yours and causing that warm feeling that was in your chest to spread even more.

"Y/N-chan, it's very nice to meet you." He winked. "So, what is your relationship with our dearest Iwa-chan?"

"Oh- well, uh... you could say he sees me as a sister." You shrugged, not expecting him to pout sympathetically. "Oh no, sibling-zoned? That's harsh, man."

"No it's- hey, you have no right to pity me, you're the one freshly dumped!"

"Hitting low, are we?" He laughed, making you laugh with him. "You look like you're gonna die if you don't ask me how we broke up." He sighed after a second, although he still had a playful smirk. "I guess I have to tell you." He sighed one more time. "We're stuck here for at least 5 hours, anyway."

~~~

"Here you go, a granola bar. Are you sure you didn't want anything else?" You tossed the granola bar to Oikawa, who had his legs on the seats in front of him, making himself comfortable in the uncomfortable seats.

"Yeah, that's enough. Thank you, Y/N-chan." He smiled cheekily, opening the packet with his teeth. "The match is in about an hour, anyway, I shouldn't eat much."

"Sure, whatever you say. Well you were talking about a new player before I left."

"Before your stomach started to scream, you mean." He laughed, and you found yourself watching the smile. These past few hours had flown by so quickly that it almost felt like barely an hour. Oikawa was easy to talk to, and you always found something new to talk about, laughing almost at everything he said. He was really charming, and the confidence that oozed out of every move he did, every word he spoke was attractive, you had to admit.

But as much of a smug player he could be, he often acted childish, too, especially when he talked about a certain Kouhei of his did you see the childlike jealousy and competitiveness clearly. Though despite that, he would have a fond, soft look in his eyes whenever he talked about his teammates, making you feel almost jealous at how affectionate he looked about them.

You knew he was charming and flirtatious, your brother had warned you not to get close because he could and would have you falling for him in no time, but you had underestimated him. You had thought he was acting overly cautious as always, but apparently not.

You saw him checking his phone for a new message. "I gotta go warm up now." He told you as he stood up, the playful glint in his eyes not being missed by you. "I trust you'll watch and cheer for me, right, Y/N-chan?" His smirk was self-satisfied, already knowing the answer, but you didn't want to give him the pleasure. "I'd rather cheer for the ace, actually, much cooler than a setter."

Another dramatic gasp came from the proud setter, making you laugh. "How dare you! Setters are much cooler than aces, I'll have you know. I'll prove it in this match, too." He leaned towards you, and although you already knew how long he was, having him towering over you like this sent goosebumps down your spine. "I'll prove it, just make sure you watch closely."

~~~

"So, was I right or was I right?" Your phone chimed with a new message, and you instantly knew who it was that sent the message. You opened Instagram, accepting the message request.

"I couldn't tell since I was watching the ace the whole time, didn't have the chance to see if you were cooler." You texted back, almost able to see the pout forming on his lips on the other side of the screen. It was a lie, too. The moment you saw his serve, you were unable to take your eyes off him. He looked like a different person on the court. It was almost scary, how focused he suddenly became the moment he grabbed the ball, how he was aware of everything that was happening around him, developing strategies half you didn't even understand and it was terrifyingly beautiful, you had to admit.

"Mean! And I had played exceptionally well just because you were watching :(" You giggled at the text, not noticing how your brother's eyes were narrowed and turned to you instead of the TikToks his girlfriend had sent him. "Who are you talking to?"

"Hm?" You flinched, so concentrated on your phone, you had forgotten your brother was there, too. "Oh, no one. My friend sent me a meme." You stared back at your brother, who was still watching you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to crack, but you didn't. He nodded curtly, and though he could've pursued it further if not for his phone starting to buzz, the name of his girlfriend appearing on the screen.

"Gotta take this." He told you, standing up and making his way to his room. "Don't stay up late texting." He told you as a warning.

You wished you had taken your brother's advice the next morning when he came in to wake you up. You had texted Oikawa for hours into the night, only stopping when you fell asleep mid-conversation.

"Y/N, I need you to come to the sport center again, today." Hajime told you as you were brushing your teeth, and he was putting gel in his hair to make it look like his signature spiky style. "Again?" You rolled your eyes, earning a soft slap on your head from your brother.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, and don't roll your eyes at me."

"I'll do whatever I- Ow! Okay, okay, I'll be there!" You muttered angrily, but a part of you, the smallest part of you, wasn't as angry as you showed him to be.

~~~

You were there before him, this time. It had been almost 10 minutes since you had arrived, but Oikawa was nowhere to be seen (and you got ready especially neatly this time! What a shame). You sighed, opening your phone to text Hajime Oikawa wasn't here just as you felt a pair of warm hands closing your eyes from your back.

"Quick, tell me the coolest volleyball position!"

"Ace!" You answered and heard his exaggerated sigh. "No, Y/N-chan, I thought we clarified this yesterday!"

"I never admitted to it, though." You told him with a sly smile, causing his fake anger and annoyance to fall and a laugh to breakthrough. "Clever little Y/N-chan." He muttered, plopping down to the seat next to you.

"You look tired." You remarked, making him gasp. "And whose fault is that? You fell asleep! I waited an hour for you to write back, thinking you had something else to do." He frowned, making you chuckle.

"I take none of the blame, you talk too much." You teased.

"Only with people I like." He shot back, catching you off guard and making your eyes widen. "Ah, finally, I won this round!" He cheered. "You, on the other hand, look especially nice today, madame."

"Thank you, kind sir, I got a good night sleep, unlike you." You smiled cheekily, and he was about to answer before loud cheering filled the room and made you wince. You noticed how almost everyone was on their feet, watching the game closely.

"What's going on?" You asked the boy sitting next to you, now also watching the game with a Cheshire cat smirk.

"Karasuno's game started." He answered without taking his eyes off the game. "It was the freakish quick they used just then that caused the cheering."

"The freakish quick?" You repeated.

"Yeah, watch." He told you, sounding excited and annoyed at the same time. You turned your eyes to where he was pointing at, a short, ginger boy. Your brows furrowed, trying to understand just why-

"Oh, shit." You gaped when the boy flew over the court in mere seconds. The ball was on the other side of the net in almost less than a second, and it took you a moment to realize they had just made a spike.

"Oh shit, indeed," Oikawa answered, his smirk still on his lips, but his eyes weren't looking humored. "That little bastard, he had to be this fucking talented." He muttered, speaking almost to himself.

"You don't look worried, though." You smiled. "There is no reason for me to be worried." He smirked proudly in answer, although it had a slight waver to it. "I'm much better than him as a setter. What worries me is the team itself."

"Are they that good? You looked much better in the match yesterday."

"Ah, I knew you were watching me, Y/N-chan! I'm too pretty not to look at." He swiped a soft-looking lock of hair out of his face with a playful smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You muttered, hiding your embarrassment from him by turning back to the game. "See him, the short boy in the back, he's the libero." Oikawa told you, getting slightly closer to explain, and you would've understood it if it wasn't for how close he was all of a sudden. "He's one of the best I've seen, actually."

"W-what makes him so special?" You asked, turning your eyes back to the game from his pretty face (as if he wasn't handsome enough, he also had a good side profile?!) "That." he answered, his eyes glinting with something you could say awe. You turned back to the boy who leaped to the ground after the ball, his hand sliding over the surface and sending the ball straight up. "His reflexes are unbeleivable, and he's fast and smart, like the rest of his team." He explained further, not aware of how focused he suddenly was, and it was clear he was passionate about the sport. You had never understood why your brother felt devastated after a lost game, or why he was cheering on the top of his lungs, sometimes pushing himself so hard in training that he passed out, coming home late almost every day because of his practice.

But seeing Oikawa watch the game, seeing him in the game, you felt like you could understand what it was. You could never grasp the feeling, but you could understand what it was. And it was infuriating, made you jealous, and you couldn't understand why, but it also amazed you, making you yearn for the strange feeling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must be boring you to death." He realized, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment, cheeks flushing slightly after talking for almost an hour about everything going in the game, explaining them all in detail.

"No, no its fine!" You answered, laughing at his flushed face. It was funny how he was a charming, devilish, smart, and manipulative guy at one second and a volleyball geek the other. "It helps me appreciate the game better." You shrugged, not aware of how his eyes glinted with your answer. "But don't you think I realized how you're overlooking everything the setter does. You didn't say anything about him."

"What, you're interested in him?" He pouted, causing you to laugh.

"I didn't say I was interested, I'm just telling you you're ignoring him!" You protested after your laugh, but he still had a frown. "Sounds like you're interested, to me."

"No! Okay, okay, keep ignoring him, then. But don't think I missed the jelaousy-" You couldn't finish your sentence because of a sudden hand closing on your lips. "Nope, we don't say that here." He whispered, and somehow, you were able to hear him despite the loud cheering, the crowd, and the loud thumps of your heart.

"What, saying you're jealous?" You spoke beneath his fingers, noticing how his smirk grew wider and cheeks flushing pinker.

"Yep, let's not repeat that and I'll take my hand off you." He waited a few seconds as you stood silent, removing his hand, still having a suspicious look in his eyes. "Good girl." He told you, causing your eyes to widen and shout a protest. "O-oikawa! What the fuck?!"

"What, I didn't mean anything?" He answered innocently, but there was still a smirk on his lips. "Well, okay, I'll tell you about him if you're so curious." He sighed.

"As I said before, he's my Kouhei." You nodded for him to go on. "He's... talented. Very talented. A genius, actually." He laughed uncomfortably. "He's not on my level yet, but his talent... it even makes up for it and I hate to see how despite all my days I spent training, he's still better than me easily."

"I- oh." You muttered, not expecting something like this, especially for him to admit someone else was better than him and will always be better than him.

"Tomorrow we're playing with them." He told you, and despite the forced smile, you could see how he clenched his teeth. "I can't- I won't lose to him."

"You won't." You agreed.

"I'll fight as hard as I can but we won't lose to them. I'll fight Shiratorizawa, I'll play against Ushiwaka and show him, prove him I did the right thing by choosing Seijoh and not his dumb school." He looked determined, eyes glinting with such determination that even though you had no idea what he was saying at that point, you wanted to agree and cheer him on.

"You will." You agreed once again, causing him to smile. "I'm sorry, I think I'm just a bit stressed."

You smiled, shrugging as if to say it's nothing. "No, no problem, I understand what you mean. It must be nerve-wracking."

"Well, it is."

"I'm horrible at advice, but uh, want me to show you what I do when I'm stressed? Like before exams and stuff. It might help." You smiled, extending your hand out to show him, not expecting him to do the same, and hold your hand like a handshake.

"You're right, that does help." He grinned, shaking your hand and making you burst into laughter. "That wasn't what I was going to do!"

"Oh, it wasn't? Still helped, though!" He told you innocently, teasing you even more. "C'mon, stick your hand out like this." You giggled.

"Now start drawing-" you told him, focusing on drawing shapes and letters in his hand. He was going to say a snarky remark at how that wasn't how it went, but Oikawa couldn't bring himself to stop you from doing whatever you were doing as he watched you focus on his hand, fingers running over his calloused ones, the tip of your tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth without realizing, and every move of your finger sent goosebumps down his body.

Noticing you had lost yourself in thought, absent-mindedly going on drawing on his hand for a good few minutes, you raised your eyes to meet his brown ones. "Does that... help?"

"It- uh, it does. I'll need you to do this before the game tomorrow, too, though." He smirked playfully, his hand closing on yours just as he said it. "Well, I'm glad I could help." You shrugged, trying to hide how embarrassed you were. You could tell he already knew how you were feeling by the smile on his lips, but instead of teasing you about it, he turned to the game without letting your hand go, smiling even wider when you didn't pull it, either.

~~~

"You guys were great at the game today." You texted Oikawa that night, not sure whether he would answer, though your thoughts disappeared when he texted back instantly.

"It must be your doing." He wrote, sending a picture of him doing the peace sign right after.

"I don't think I can come early tomorrow, though. I won't be able to do it again. Are you ready for the game tomorrow?"

"Oh no, how could you? I can never overcome the stress now. Will you let me call you if I say I'm not ready?" He texted back, making you chuckle.

"Just this once."

Your phone started ringing right after, a 'yahoo' greeting you when you picked it up.

"Hi, Oikawa-kun."

"Are you free?" He asked, and you shrugged as if he was across you and not on the other side of the phone. "I was getting ready to bed."

"Thinking of me before bed, you must have a crush on me, Y/N-chan." He chuckled, somehow still able to tease you through the phone. "Hey, I-"

"No, actually, don't answer that." He stopped you. "I had something else in mind when I called you, but you cute voice is too distracting." He sighed.

"Oh." You answered, making him laugh, his laugh ringing in your ears.

"Yeah, well... I was wondering, I mean after the match tomorrow." He cleared his throat. "No, actually, will you cheer for me tomorrow?" He finally asked, and you could tell he was holding his breath.

"Cheer for you?" You repeated.

"Yeah, only- only for me." He spoke, this time merely a whisper. "I mean, of course you cheer for me, everyone does because I'm that-"

"Yes, Oikawa." You laughed and cut his self appreciating ramble off. "I'll cheer for you, and only you."

"Y-you will? Well then, maybe you'll accept my offer to perhaps grab a coffee or something after the game? To make up for not being there with me tomorrow?" You were trying to stifle a laugh at how unsmooth he was despite his reputation when he spoke again. "Am I- am I pushing it? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, you're not making me uncomfortable!" You protested quickly, already aware of how dramatic he could get. "I'm just, well, surprised. But yes, I'd like to grab a coffee with you. Anywhere but those god awful stands, actually." You chuckled, hearing the relieved breathe coming from his side of the line.

"Well, if that's settled," he spoke, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "Tell me, Y/N-chan, what's your favorite color?"

Wow, you thought, he really sucked at flirting.

~~~

"I'm here." You texted both your brother and Oikawa. It was merely minutes away from the start of the game, all because of a dumb chemistry quiz you had at school. You finally found a free seat when you noticed they were done warming up and were getting ready.

"Good, we're about to start the game. I'll probably meet my gf after the game, so don't start crying if you don't see me." Was the first text you got, rolling your eyes at how much of an idiot your brother was. "Yeah, whatever, not like I'm here to see you." You texted back, noticing how his head perked up when he read the text, eyes scanning the seats to find you as he texted a "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!"

"Wish me luck, Y/N-chan, just remember your promise to cheer for me ;p" Oikawa texted back, also raising his head to search you in the crowd, but he was successful at finding you, eyes locking for a second, of course, he sent a playful wink at you.

The game started after that, and you could swear you were losing years of your life with each given and taken points. You had screamed at the top of your lungs at one point, so worked up, you sometimes forgot what was happening.

"Oikawa, good serve!" You screamed (he had told you to say that when he was serving the day before, and you could see it immediately brought a smile on his lips).

The third set was the worst, you thought. No one ever got to widen the point gap, always one of them at match point, points being given and being taken, and you were sure you were going to lose your mind if they-

You watched as Oikawa ran to receive a ball, running so fast that he was unable to stop himself from crashing into the table, falling on his bad knee that you could only imagine how much it hurt, but not before pointing at Hajime, your brother, the ace. He set an incredible ball for him, incredible even for someone like you who didn't know anything other than the basics about volleyball.

You could feel tears swelling in your eyes as he tumbled into the table, pulling himself back up almost immediately and limping back towards the court.

He was... he was determined to win.

But he couldn't.

You watched as Oikawa tried to receive the ball flying towards him and failed. You couldn't watch when he realized he failed. He lost. But he was still there to make his teammates gather for the lineup, patting them on the back to cheer them up, thanking the crowd, but his face was down, helping his teammates collect themselves back, your brother too when he was also devastated inside.

Still, Oikawa managed to hold it all in, unlike your brother and most of the team that was crying. You couldn't hide your disappointment in, either, eyes already wet with tears because you thought they were going to win, and they thought they were going to win too, and seeing Oikawa like this, it hurt. You watched them as they left the court, your eyes following the brunette who had separated himself from the rest of the team, going somewhere else with a quick pace.

You rose to your feet without even realizing it, running after him without thinking what to say or to do, but you just wanted to be there, and you were so focused on finding him that you hadn't realized Hajime following his friend or rather, you, either.

You were about to enter the room Oikawa had entered a minute before you when someone held you by the arm and pulled you back. "Y/N, don't." Your brother warned you, and maybe you should've listened since they were friends for years. "It's not- you shouldn't go in, not right now. Give him time."

He sighed when you freed your arm from his grip. "He wouldn't want you to-" the door shut in his face, and he only got a glimpse of his best friend's tear-stricken face, "-see him like that." Iwaizumi finished his sentence as a whisper to himself.

You thought this might've been a bad idea the moment you entered the room. "O-oikawa?"

"What are you doing here?" You heard him say, the room dim-litted, making it near impossible to see his expression, but something in you told you, you didn't want to. "I'm- well, I'm here to see if you're okay-"

"Get out." You heard him say, merely a whisper but still there. "I don't want you to see me like this, stop looking at me! I don't want to see the same pity I see at everyone else's face, pitying me for losing to my own Kouhei and-" His voice getting higher and higher with each word, he was almost screaming the last few words. So you hugged him, you didn't know what led you to do so, was it instinct to relieve his tension? You didn't know, but it still worked, you noticed.

His stiff muscles started to relax with the sudden contact, and though he stood as still as a stone, not hugging you back, you didn't feel rejected. "Shh, I know." You whispered, breathe brushing over his skin and sending goosebumps down his spine.

"We lost." He whispered, a sob finding its way out of his lips. His arms came up, hugging and pulling you to himself, almost as if he tried to swallow you whole, burying his face to your hair. He was big, much bigger than you, for sure, so the sobs that shook him shook you, too, but you didn't mind.

"We lost." He sobbed again, and again, and again and again. It took him a while to let it all out, but he felt better when he did. His arms were still around you when his cries had died, your scent affecting him to relax.

"Thank you." You heard him whisper as he pulled back, not looking in your eyes once. "Of- of course." You shrugged, feeling somewhat awkward as he wiped his face with a tissue.

"Well," he spoke, looking in your eyes for the first time for what felt like hours, "that's me. The Oikawa Tooru. Now you know me better than almost anyone else." He shrugged, trying to sound and look indifferent but failing miserably. His voice and his hands shaking, eyes looking at you with almost fear.

"Are you going to leave now?"

"Leave?" You repeated.

He shrugged. "Now that you've seen I'm not the clever captain or the charming playboy, but a- an insecure, jealous man, who is now also a failure, are you going to leave?"

"Oikawa," you whispered, noticing he was more insecure than he let on. "Just because you are more than what you look like, it doesn't cancel the others. You're still the smart, cunning, and amazing captain, the charming flirt who made me fall for him in mere days, and the man who lost a match with a point. A man, striving to be better than everyone else, with goals and a purpose in life. I don't think I could leave you for having a purpose in life." You chuckled.

"Well, that of course if you-" Before you got to finish, you felt pressure on your lips, stopping you from talking. It was his soft lips, this time, making you silent. It was a soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheek and pulling your face towards his, his lips were almost brushing yours, but it still felt heavenly.

"I think we should go before your brother marches in and kills us both." He whispered to your lips with a sly smile. "Yeah, I think you're- wait, you knew he was my brother?!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"Of course I did, who do you take me for? I am the clever captain of Seijoh, I knew it the moment you told me you were like a sister to him."

"Well, the clever captain of Seijoh, use your brain to find us another way out but the door, since I'm pretty sure Haji is guarding it."

"Ah, I have the perfect idea." He snickered, picking up his phone, and entering the name of Hajime's girlfriend.

"Tooru, where are you, are you okay, do you-"

"Hey, hey, I'm alright, I just need a favor." Oikawa whispered into the phone. "I'm stuck inside a room, and the door is being guarded by Iwa-chan whose waiting to kill me, so please get him out of here?"

"Tooru, are you with a girl?" You heard the voice screaming on the other end of the line, making you both wince. "Please just help me just this once?"

You heard her sigh. "Okay, okay, hang in there." She closed the phone, and it took only two seconds for your brother's phone to ring.

You were in awe when Hajime suddenly screamed, "What?! Whose checking you out? I'm fucking coming baby, don't move anywhere." sprinting down the hall.

"You're a magician."

"I'm amazing." He muttered right before leaning in for yet another kiss, smiling against your soft lips.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tooru x reader #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq x you #haikyuu!!

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0rph1x · 2 years ago

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okay beau sent me this lets go thru it im excited

im gay <3

beau. space. space and beau. thats it.

no i just turned 18 and also that is nothing i will ever be interested

i would love to get my helix done, and a septum at some point but im not sure about that one too much

none as of rn

the apartment i have planned with beau, we're planning out the interior and stuff for whichever little apartment we choose

literally. anyone. i don't get outwardly jealous too easy but anyone who even slightly flirts with my boy is. hm.

i watched all of shameless us in like a month or so, it made me sad bc there were in person gay ppl but i recommend it!! there's a lot of tws tho

nah idk i just never found it appealing, it was a little awkward

i have this one, my main, and then an abandoned aesthetic blog that i just keep bc i like it

new zealand in a HEARTBEAT dude

i have so many bc i daydream like endlessly and i get lost in them, but i cant wait for the day that i get to sit on the counter of our kitchen and watch my boy bake and explain everything he's doing to me while i just admire how pretty he is when he's passionate abt something

NO HOLY SHIT THAT WOULD HURT especially once i do go thru with surgery idk how well id like that

id give half of it to my mom then work on spending the rest of it towards my perfect future

yup <3

no i block and report every one that follows me it makes me s o uncomfortable

not atm no! im chillin

good question i wanna get a shoulder/back piece of some point but idk what yet

i mean if i could change it legally it would be theo, since that's my name

space. space space space. oh and marvel

i have three best friends actually, and they're all just so sweet. we've been friends for almost eight years, and its just so fun to hang out with them bc they're genuinely like the funniest people i know

@genderfluid-faerie-bf

good question, dead poet society, hozier, mother mother, clem turner, and holden laurence

i wanna see new zealand even if we don't stay there, i wanna go to paris, andddddd i think germany

spending it on the phone for hours with my love, even if we don't talk about anything in particular

autumn even tho its freezing

being ignored/overlooked/talked over. it pisses me off so much, its genuinely something that gets me incredibly angry

myself :] i am hilarious kjhfkjlsdhlfh

PRIDE. AND. FUCKING. PREJUDICE. i am a pride and prejudice hater

there isn't really anyone, i think i talk to everyone i want to

paper books even tho i don't read too much, but specifically hardcovers

uhhhhhh there isn't many bc all the fictional worlds i know are awful

the same way i am now but w a y more over the top, id be so dramatic and ridiculous

i don't drink coffee so idk, whenever i go to starbucks i order like a lemonade tea

only on the prettiest and sweetest boy i have ever met, im smitten

no, i barely have contact with any of them rn for specific reasons that i will not disclose sjdhfjk

not atm, i have like pen drawings on me but no actual tattoos

no im underage so nope

yeah, i still haven't even had an in person date yet

yeah my bf <333

on my main i think its 60 and on my loving account its 70 if i remember correctly

he's so sweet and kind and sweet and i love him so dearly. his smile just makes my day, i love the way that when he smiles all wide his eyes squint up and there's a little scrunch in between his eyebrows. i love his nose and the way it has just a slight bump on the bridge. i love his confidence in himself and the way that he's so proud of just being with me. i love the way that he dresses, even if people around him don't support it, he still wears what he wants. i love him.

idk if there are any off the top of my head but i will edit if i can think of any

nah i used to in middle school which was a mistake but whatever

ive never been on a date before so i cant really answer sdkjfhksdjf

too many, its 133 which is more than i thought

i don't think id be with a celebrity tbh i cant think of anyone off the top of my head

the one i have <3333 he's perfect

beau, without a doubt

i like the warm rain, like when its rainy outside and its the perfect weather to watch movies inside but its not cold

ok there we go that took forever but @genderfluid-faerie-bf here u go <3

Be nosy

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

3. Ever done any drugs?

4. What piercings do you want?

5. How many people have you kissed?

6. Describe your dream home.

7. Who are you jealous of?

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

9. Do you watch porn?

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

15. Are you in a relationship?

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

18. What tattoos do you want?

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

21. Describe your best friend.

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

24. What are three places you want to travel?

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

26. What’s your favorite season?

27. What’s your pet peeve?

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

34. What’s your coffee order?

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

37. Have any tattoos?

38. Do you drink?

39. Are you a virgin?

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

41. How many followers do you have?

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

44. Do you read erotica?

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

46. How many people do you follow?

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

48. Describe your ideal partner.

49. Who do you text the most?

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

#my beau #this took me so long im so sorry

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mirai-eats · 5 years ago

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Stray Spring:: Song (A New Day)

Snufmin, 3,895 words, part 1/5

flower symbolism bc thats how i work i dont change, Fluff, Romance, so soft it hurts, Light Angst, Sickfic, Spring Deity Snufkin, little my is a demigod???

A deity borne of spring and summer can't leave Moominvalley alone.

read on AO3

It always starts with a song. A new tune that hummed in the melting snow, reverberated through the sleepy air as the earth beneath his feet awoke. He could feel his own sluggishness slowly dissipating, melting away with the snow slush and streaming into the chilled creaks. It was too early for the flowers to truly bloom, the shade still too cold for comfort, but the sun was finally free from its smoke screen and filled the air in a watery golden haze that chased away the remnants of winter.

Early spring felt as if one woke up refreshed from a long, pleasant nap, washed their face, and stretched out the remaining sleep kinks in a patch of sunlight streaming through the window. Everything was too sleepy to cause a fuss quite yet, but give it a couple of weeks and the forest and streams and meadows will be teaming with life. Moominvalley, an oasis that thrived the most when spring rose in its grassy knolls and buttery flowers, was a hubbub of flora and fauna, where life lived in perfect synchronicity. This was Snufkin’s destination.

It’s springtime in Moominvalley and Snufkin arrived on the very first day with a new song on his lips and petals blooming under his footsteps. He dropped his glamour on, a veil that fell like a curtain over the end of a show, but there was no standing ovation. Only plain old Snufkin, a little grimy and only a handful of snowdrops drooped from his hat, the white of their petals remained the only memory of the winter snow.

His song echoed through the yawning valley danced in the open air and woke the sleepy residents as spring was finally here. The flowers bled from the muddy earth, vibrant crocus and sunshine-dipped daffodils, silky tulips and regal irises rose high under his breath and arched for his legs as he walked by, their centers followed his movements, the long leaves reached for his ankles to grab and soak up his warmth. He felt snowdrops bloom at his heels, delicate and hunched over to the ground as if crying over the loss of snow that matched their petals. The trees shivered alive, the snow dripping in rivulets down the scabbed trunk as the bark thawed itself out, the branches shook with the palest green buds.

He was a Snufkin, nothing more and nothing less, and it was his job to make sure nature flourished. He was a child of the goddess of spring, after all.

And he was terrible at his job. He couldn’t help but stick around Moominvalley longer than necessary. It was against his nature to stick around too long, but the very air of the quant valley stirred up the flower buds that nurtured in his chest.

It’s when he reached the little bridge leading over the stream chilled from the melting snow when he felt those little buds between his ribs shudder and unfurl. A call of his name from a blue house perched atop one of the taller hillocks, a dear friend who was like a perfect cumulus cloud on a spring day drifting lazily over the valley. The slight stuttering in his song was the only indication that the petals were tickling his lungs.

“Snufkin!” Moomintroll shouted, breathless from his sprint from the house, the decline of the hill propelled him forward toward Snufkin at an alarming speed. He reeled himself in right before they would have collided atop the bridge.

“Hello, Moomintroll,” he greeted. He pocketed his harmonica and leaned casually against the railing.

Moomintroll seemed to press himself down at the sight of Snufkin’s calm demeanor. He took a deep breath to steady himself and leaned back against the rail next to Snufkin. “Hello, Snufkin. How was your journey?”

“Alright. How was your hibernation?”

A look of mischief flashed across Moomintroll’s forget-me-not blue eyes. Unforgettably blue. “I woke up again around midwinter and visited Too-Ticky. But tell me what happened on your travels first! I want to hear everything.”

“Everything? Even the most boring, insignificant details?” He asked with a quirk of his brow.

“Absolutely everything.” Moomintroll nodded.

“Only if you tell me what you and Too-Ticky were up to. My story would be far too long compared to your time awake during midwinter.”

At that moment, Moominmamma called him in for breakfast. He grinned sheepishly. “Come have lunch with us?”

Snufkin nodded. It’s been a while since he’s had Moominmamma’s pancakes.

---

He awoke from a nap with a stock of cowslip swaying gently in the breeze in front of him. The little yellow flowers seemed unbothered by the cool wind whipping through the grassy meadow and instead chose to dance with it. Snufkin blinked the crust of sleep from his eyes and rolled over to find the Moomintroll blue sky painted with streaks of wispy, white clouds. He could hear the wind playing with the grass, the leaves of a nearby dogwood burst to life with sound as it moved with the spring air. He inhaled deeply, taking in the earthy smell of the cowslip and a delicate sweetness of an apple tree just behind him up the hill.

Moomintroll’s soft snore stuttered slightly then fell back into its easy rhythm. Snufkin rolled over to face his friend who laid sound asleep next to him, wreathed in the rich emerald and speckled with the golden flowers as if Sniff dropped his precious gold coin collection around his body.

Snufkin reached over and flicked a stray piece of grass, taller than its waving friends. The leaf warped into a stem and from the bud atop it burst forth a delicate white and purple pansy. He flicked a few more pieces of grass, the yellow offset by the luminous white and rich violet until a wreath of pansies surrounded Moomintroll’s head like a halo.

When Moomintroll awoke later, he thought it was quite funny how he fell asleep in a pillow of pansies.

---

The birds are chatty today. They’re always chatty, but today especially so.

They’re doing something up there.

I heard it’s a secret.

What’s the secret?

That they’re doing something up there.

It looks quite fun!

Let’s go see!

Oh, it’s marvelous!

Snufkin couldn’t help but eavesdrop, his lips stained red from the fresh strawberries Moominmamma had grown and given by the basket loads to everyone who would accept (and even one’s who wouldn’t) in Moominvalley. Snufkin was no exception and received a hefty load of the fat, red berries. They were especially sweet, sweeter than anywhere else Snufkin had ever had them.

“What’s happening ‘up there’?” Snufkin asked a mockingbird relaxing in the dogwood tree he sat under, it’s pink blooms like the pink that stained Moomintroll’s fur when he brought the basket of strawberries too him this afternoon.

I can’t say! They said it's a secret, so it must remain a secret!

“Then I suppose it will be a secret,” Snufkin sighed and sank back against the spindly trunk, the pale pink petals fluttered around him in a springtime snow storm. He licked the rest of the strawberry juice from his fingers and wiped his mouth on his coat sleeve before pulling the harmonica from his pocket and bringing it to his lips for a song.

The new spring tune sprang from his lungs and into the air in a tinny melody, notes of gentle longing and a peaceful dream floated among the dogwood petals, lifting them off the jeweled grass and bounced back to the air in a sleepy dance. They swirled around in a pink flurry, not one touching back to the ground where it will be crushed underfoot, browned with death, and dissolved into the topsoil for the next spring’s flowers to bloom with even more color. For now, they danced to his song and twirled in the air as a ballroom of fairies would.

A crunch underfoot alerted him of a rather small guest approaching from behind. He kept playing until she was right behind him.

“Hello, Little My,” he said just as she jumped out from a camellia bush. She tsk-ed and plopped down next to him. With his song cut off, the dogwood petals drifted back to the ground.

“Why are you messing with the petals? Can’t you leave them to die on the ground?” Little My asked. She busied herself with ripping fistfuls of grass from the earth.

“Why not? Perhaps I’ve giving them one last celebration before their time is up.” He meant to go back to playing but Little My spoke again.

“I suppose so. Can you make me float? I’m so small I bet I can latch on to a rather large leaf and fly around in the air as you just did with these petals.”

“I’m afraid you’re still rather large despite how small you are.” He played his song again from the beginning just so she may hear it all the way through. She sat in the cloud of pink petals, the grass she plucked taking to the air in the gentle breeze of waltzing pinks and the stray camellia that had browned and fallen. She listened through the song and even to the next, until she got bored stood back up to mess around.

“Does that little trick of yours work on anything but dying plants?” She asked as she hopped atop a rock and tossed a pinecone into the air as if it was a ball.

“Only fallen plants, yes.”

“What if I fall from an incredible height? Would you catch me?”

“Not like this.”

---

Moomin was hiding something from Snufkin. He knew he was a terrible liar, a good one actually, but terrible in front of Snufkin. He can never hide anything from his dear friend. But this needed to be a surprise.

He got the idea from a book he read, about a group of spies with a hideout hidden in a tree. They did secret stuff like stealing important documents that can save the world or gather information from a rotten person. They were undercover heroes to Moomin. Right now, he and Snufkin, as his partner in crime always, needed a secret base. For that, he once again consulted Pappa’s building books and found a blueprint for a treehouse and discovered a secret tree no one would find.

Of course, he felt bad for sneaking off from Snufkin and the others to build it in private, but once he’s done he’s sure Snufkin would love a little secret spot just for them.

It needed to remain a secret to work, though. Not with Little My, Sniff, and Snorkmaiden trying to follow him all the time. Twice he got cornered by Little My on the way to his construction site, and once by Snufkin who got a little too close to comfort to the treehouse location, asking if Moomin would like to go sea fishing with him the next day.

“O-oh sure, Snufkin! At first light?” Moomin said. He tried to keep his gaze off the direction of the treehouse, which happened to be behind Snufkin.

“Are you alright?” Snufkin asked, a slight tilt to his head on concern. A stream of afternoon light trailed over a lock of hair on his tanned cheek, illuminating the red strands hidden in the brown. He tore his eyes away from lock of hair and back to a rock on the side of the pathway.

“I’m fine, why would you think I’m not?” Moomin deflected.

“You’re favoring your left foot and you’re probably up to something you don’t want anyone to find out about,” Snufkin pointed out.

Moomin did drop a heavy two-by-four on his foot yesterday and it was still tender, a little swollen, but ultimately alright if he iced it some more tonight. He was more worried about Snufkin sniffing out his little plan.

“I tripped. On a rock yesterday.” He couldn’t meet Snufkin’s eyes. Warm as they were, like the hearth of the fire, they narrowed in suspicion.

“Alright, keep your secrets.” He turned and trekked off the worn path into the foliage.

“Aw, Snufkin! It’s not what you think!”

“I know, I figured you will tell me when the time is right. Make sure to get some cabbage for that foot, though.” And with a wave, he disappeared into the greenery, thankfully away from the hidden treehouse.

---

Fishing was one of Snufkin’s favorite hobbies. Fishing with Moomintroll was like basking in a flowerfield on the perfect spring breeze. The took a boat out in the lake and sat side by side with their fishing rods, the sunlight reflecting off the blue-grey lake and burned one’s eyes if they weren’t careful. His pipe was lit, the smokey smell burned through the air. Sweet peas fluttered atop his hat, tucked around a couple of butter yellow primroses Moomintroll had found for him and the sweetly scented jasmine from the lake shore.

“I wish we could find a fish as fantastic as the golden fish,” Moomintroll moaned. Today was not a good day to fish, as there were next to no bites and between the two of them in the three hours they had been out here, only two fish were caught (both by Snufkin). Moomintroll was starting to get impatient, wiggling in his seat and eyes drifting to the shoreline where the forest hid new adventures.

“I don’t think there’s any that large this time of year. Maybe we can try our luck tomorrow?” Snufkin suggested.

Moomintroll nodded. “That would be nice. Let’s head back and we can take a hike around Lonely Mountain.”

They rowed back to the shoreline and took the fish back to Moominmamma then headed out to the mountainside, the day was still young and a quick hike around would be a nice way to end the day.

“Snufkin?” Moomintroll asked suddenly after a long stretch of pleasant silence between the two of them.

“Yes, Moomintroll?” Snufkin pulled his gaze from a tree growing out the side of the mountain.

“D’you know when your birthday is?”

That took Snufkin by surprise. “Not a clue. What brought this up?”

A surprise! A blue jay squaked from the tree growing out the side of the mountain.

Moomintroll shook his head. “I was just wondering. Aren’t you sad you don’t have one? It’s a special day just for you.”

“I don’t need a special day.” He has a whole season, there’s no need for a single day just for him.

“Everyone needs a day just for them!” Moomintroll retorted. “How about we give you a day?”

“That’s unnecessary,” Snufkin said. “There’s no need to put all the attention on me for a whole day when there’s many other things you can be celebrating.”

“I can’t think of anything more important than celebrating you, Snuf,” Moomintroll said earnestly.

He felt a summer heat color his cheeks, a rosey red comparable to the pinkest friendship rose. “No need to flatter me, Moomin.” He tugged his hat down over his eyes and waited for the flush to burn itself away.

“Let’s think of a day that sounds good and we can celebrate it. Oh, but not a day that’s already passed because I want to celebrate it as soon as possible!” Moomintroll cheered and skipped ahead.

Snufkin couldn’t shake the warm flush from his cheeks the rest of the hike, especially whenever Moomintroll threw a grin that matched the sparkle in his bluebell eyes.

---

He felt the most energized after a good sleep and a warm breakfast. Moominmamma had insisted this morning he came over for pancakes as she accidentally made too much plus she wanted him to try her new jam, a richly sweet cherry that left Snufkin’s mouth watering for more.

“I’m glad you like it, would you like to take some back with you?” She asked. He couldn’t deny the offer and weakly took two jars of the still-warm jam.

She pulled him aside to the kitchen, a whisper in her tone and a secret behind her eyes that matched the earthy green of the stable ground unlike the airy blue that floated away along the horizon. “The summer solstice is almost here and we want to throw a party, but Little My can’t know.”

“And why not?”

“We invited her family, including her big sister whom she adores. It’s going to be a surprise, so make sure she doesn’t find out.”

A surprise!

Oh dear, he thought.

—-

Little My cornered him among a spot of peonies. Rare as they are due to the flowers preferring colder climates, they adored Moominvalley and burst to life with their gentle scent and petals with edges of their own.

“What do you know about what the Moomins’ are planning?” She interrogated.

“Nothing that would interest you, Little My,” he said, not bothering to take his eyes off the bright red ladybug chewing thoughtfully on a long, peony leaf.

“Then it will probably interest me.” Her eyes flashed dangerously, the green matching the emerald forest, with mischief and adventure hidden amongst its green foliage.

“Even if I knew something, why would I tell you?” He challenged.

“Because I want to know!”

He gave her a level stare, her frown so deep it aged her, reminding Snufkin that she is still older than him. Then he remembered the secret Moomintroll was keeping from him, something that left him exhausted after disappearing for hours on end. He did want to know, but he didn’t want to upset Moomintroll if he followed him out one day. As of now, he wished Little My would do the same and leave it be.

“There’s no need to know anything.” He plucked her from the ground and placed her on the broad leaf of a hollyhock, its magenta bloom matching the rudy of her face.

He ran off before she could climb down and bite him.

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In late spring when Moomintroll finished. It took longer than he would have liked, but he had to sneak off at just the right moment, and as he didn’t want this to end in a crooked mess of a house like the one for The Mymble and her children ended up being, he rebuilt it twice. Now it was complete, with a ladder hidden in the branches of a lower tree and a platform one would not be able to find from the ground. It was a simple box of a house painted green to blend in with the trees with the windows a little crooked and the door still a little too far off the ground, but once he decorated the place with a cozy table with chairs, a box of snacks, and an old map pinned to the wall he got from Pappa’s study (with permission, of course) it was completed.

He needed to show Snufkin immediately, but he needed to locate his dear friend before he imploded from excitement. Unfortunately, he could not find him at his campsite, the beach, or any of his usual hang outs. He didn’t want to scour Lonely Mountain for his friend as it was getting very late, but he was getting worried.

Tomorrow was the summer solstice, and guests will be arriving in Moominvalley, and he wanted a place for Snufkin and he to hide and plot secret missions. He was tired from running around the valley and as Snufkin’s camp was still up, he decided to wait and plopped himself down in a patch of anemone flowers and dutifully plucked them one by one, weaving them into a crown fit for a hat. Snufkin was still nowhere to be seen by the time the sun started to set.

It was well after supper when Snufkin came back, walking back up the forest path from the beach with salt staining his clothes and boots squeaking with water. A bucket weighed down his side and the lily of the valley blooms dangled like pale bells from the brim of his hat.

Moomin met him at the bridge, the lantern illuminating them with a warm, yellow glow where the lights of Moominhouse and the half moon light just couldn’t quite reach.

“Hello, Moomintroll,” Snufkin greeted. “I got tuna.”

“That’s wonderful! Oh, but while you were gone.” Moomin held out the anemone crown he made. “I found these pretty flowers and made you a new wreath for your hat.”

Snufkin took his hat off and plucked the lily of the valleys from the brim before placing the crown upon his hat, sticking the stray flowers back into the band of delicate petals. “Thank you, Moomintroll. If you’re not too tired tonight, can I show you something?”

Moomin was very tired from finishing up the secret base and running around Moominvalley looking for Snufkin, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “No, I’m not. What is it you wanna show me?”

“A surprise.”

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Snufkin had led him down back to the beach and onto the fishing boat he’d anchored to the docks and rowed them out around the edges of their little bay, wrapping around the borders of Moominvalley. Moomin was nervous to be out so far from home this late when the moon was close to peaking in the twinkling sky and the only sound beyond the sleepy breaths of Moominvalley was the heaving waves. It didn’t take them long to reach a steep cliffside where Snufkin anchored the boat and helped Moomin off onto the thin strip of land. A narrow, steep trail climbed up the side of the rocks. Moomin was breathless when they reached there and he turned to admire the sea from the cliff top, the moon sending shivers of silver tracing the steep sea and the stars traced patterns of songs in the sky.

“Follow me, Moomintroll, we’re almost there.” Snufkin took Moomin’s paw and gently pulled him toward the dark forest lining the cliffside. The trees were dense, the weak moonlight was unable to breach the woven canopy even if she was at her fullest. Moomin had always guessed Snufkin might have night vision and right now it was proven true as he was able to easily lead them through the thick trees without a bump or stumble. Moomin’s paw was clutched tightly in his own as Moomin followed closely behind.

A break in the trees brought them to a small clearing where long grass swayed in the breeze and stocks of silvery purple lilacs wafted their gently sweet smell into the open air. The moon was near gone from the clouds, but there were fireflies everywhere. It was as if the stars had descended from the bleak, clouded sky and decided to dance the night away amongst the pale lilac blossoms.

“It’s beautiful, Snufkin,” Moomin said in awe. “How did you find this place?”

“On my way back I anchored at the beach down below and went for a walk. I saw some fireflies coming out and knew it would be stunning tonight.”

They found a spot to sit in the middle of the clearing and watched the fireflies dance to Snufkin’s harmonica music, it’s sweet, spring tunes blurring into the song of summer as the moon reached it’s pale peak and Moomin couldn’t help but lean back against Snufkin’s backside and sigh into the cool night air, a gentle note of sadness lingering in their melodies as spring came to a close.

#moomin #moominvalley #the moomins #snufkin #snufmin #springdove #fic #im getting ready to hurt yall

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flyaway-33 · 6 years ago

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I’ll Take Care of You-- Part 2

Roger x Reader

Summary: After the concert, Roger only gets sicker and you convince him to seek medical care. Fluff.

Warnings: Vomiting, nudity, mentions of hospital.

The cold night air and beautifully clear, starry sky shocked you as you lead Roger out of a secluded back exit to the awaiting car. It was quite a contrast to the roaring stadium you had just exited. The two of you headed straight back to the hotel while the other three band members, still giddy with adrenalin went for drinks somewhere. You dragged Roger straight to the bathroom when you got back to your hotel room and immediately ran the bath.

“Strip.” You instructed.

“What, no foreplay?” Roger chuckled, but shook his head and did as he was told when you shot him an angry glare.

You pulled off your own sweaty clothes and felt the water to make sure it was a good temperature. You knew Roger liked it hot to soothe his sore muscles after a long night of giving 110 percent to his drums. He went to get in the bath and you held his arm to steady him as he stepped in and helped him lower himself into the steaming water, the epitome of exhaustion. He leaned back but you pushed him forward almost aggressively.

“Wha—?” He sounded very annoyed as he glanced up at you in question.

“I’m the big spoon tonight. You’re relaxing.” You slipped into the water behind him, straddling his body and it was an odd position to be in as he was a few inches taller than you. You pulled him back to lean on you and guided his head down to rest on your shoulder. Roger slowly relaxed as you poured several cups of water over his head and began to massage shampoo into his luscious hair. A smile crept onto your lips as you ran your fingers through it, washing away the pain of the day. His eyes were closed and a light smile played at his lips as well as you soaked up the joy that taking care of him gave you. It was such a sweet moment between the two of you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you knew Rog felt terrible you would want it to last forever.

Once you were finished spoiling him and took care of yourself as well, you nudged for him to get up. The water was getting cold and you didn’t need for him to get any sicker. The two of you toweled off and both stumbled to bed in exhaustion, neglecting clothes and wanting nothing more than to surround each other in warmth and sleep. Roger sprawled himself out face down on the bed and you clambered on top of him to kiss his cheek before rolling over and curling into his side, his feverish body giving you the warmth the blankets he was laying on top of never could.

The peacefulness didn’t last more than an hour, though. He tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, and woke up in a cold sweat, shaking slightly. “Get under the covers.” You demanded as he shuddered.

“I don’t feel well…” he moaned and you got the hint. You leapt out of bed and grabbed the wastebasket from beside the dresser and slid it under his chin just in time.

“You haven’t eaten, I don’t understand how you’re still throwing up.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose at the sound of the painful empty retching. Seeing him like this was difficult, especially when he was normally full of life and energy. It was unnerving to see him so vulnerable and weak.

“Its water” he grumbled, reaching for the bottle of it from the bedside table. “Never ending cycle.”

“Small sips.” You reminded him. “You’ll be better soon. Maybe we should take you to a hospital? They can give you fluids and it will at the very least make you feel a little better. You’re dehydrated, babe.”

“I’m not going to a hospital, the press would have a field day speculating when it’s probably just the bloody stomach flu.” Roger relaxed into the bed once more, this time maneuvering under the blankets. “Leave that trashcan next to the bed, if you will. Thank you, love.”

“Of course, babe.” You kissed his forehead and climbed under the covers beside him once more. “You need to try to eat something in the morning, okay? Even if it comes back up you just need to try for me.”

“I will, love.” He mumbled as he drifted back to sleep. You watched him for a little while, admiring his features in the glow of the moon drifting through the window. His long eyelashes rested lightly on his cheeks and his messy blond hair gave him an adorable boyish look. His baby face along with his mischievous tendencies gave you a rush that made you feel like a teenager again. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky.

Once again, you felt like you were asleep for five minutes when this time you and Roger were ambushed by an overly energetic Freddie leaping onto the two of you.

“Arg!”

“Oof!”

You and Roger protested the rude awakening as Freddie greeted you loudly in a sing-song voice. “Good morning lovies! We need to be on the bus in one hour so lets get a move on!”

“An hour, Fred? Its 4 am! Wake me up in 45.” Roger groaned running a hand down his face.

“Looks like you felt better last night.” Freddie commented, noticing the lack of clothes.

“No, actually. I just felt too shitty to put clothes on to be honest. Now fuck off!”

“Oh no no, you won’t be saying that. I’ve ordered room service to be delivered here for us all and Brian and John will be over in 10. We need to get a good meal in before our travels!”

“The thought of food makes me nauseous. Did you lot even sleep last night?”

“You haven’t eaten in over 24 hours, darling,” Freddie’s voice lowered in concern. “you must at least make an effort. And anyway, no, we didn’t, we just got back about an hour ago to get our showers and pack up, actually.”

“Ugh fuck off, I don’t have the energy for this.” Roger moaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “I’ll try a piece of toast if it’ll make the two of you happy.” His voice was muffled comically by the pillow.

“Thats the spirit!” Freddie laughed, finally climbing off of you two and waltzing over to the open suitcase. “Now what will we put ‘Rainbow’ Meddows Taylor in today, hmm?” Freddie began pawing through the multicolored garments.

“I don’t know, Fred but can you toss me a shirt? I don’t need to be naked in front of all four members of Queen today.” You sighed sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“Why not?” He shot back, tossing a random shirt onto the bed. “It would be quite a story for the ages.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the shirt on over your head, finding that it was one of Roger’s threadbare lounge tees that he would normally just wear to bed and it fell just barely long enough. You got to your feet and glanced back at Roger, intending to flirt from afar on your way to the bathroom, but as he began to sit up the mesmerized smile he had started to give you faltered and he squeezed his eyes shut, sitting so still propped up on his elbows that he didn’t look real.

“Rog?” You asked, heading back to his bedside. Freddie glanced up from the suitcase.

“Dizzy.” Roger said shortly before his lips pressed close into a tight, thin line.

“Breathe, honey, you’re not helping yourself like that.” You cooed, sitting beside him and putting a comforting arm around him.

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat!” Freddie sang, standing with a single clap of his hands. A knock sounded at the door. “Perfect timing” he chimed, striding over to the door to let the bellhop in with the room service cart. He tipped him and sent him on his way in a bit of a rush, trying to uphold Roger’s privacy as much as he could. No one outside of the tour family needed to see him in the state he was in.

Meer seconds after the food arrived so did the other half of Queen. Brian and John strode in, laughing about some joke John was telling. Roger opened his eyes and peeked up at them, annoyed at their volume, but he didn’t comment.

You helped him fully sit up slowly and brought him a piece of toast. “Here, just try for me.”

“Still not feeling well, Rog?” Brian asked as he started to load a plate for himself with eggs and fruit, perching on the end of the bed and giving him a look filled with pitty.

“I feel worse than yesterday, honestly.” He grunted in response before cautiously nibbling at a corner of the toast. “Doesn’t help that we haven’t been able to sleep.”

“You can sleep all day on the bus.” Deaky smiled softly, taking the chair in the corner with his own plate piled high.

“So far so good.” You commented as Roger took a bigger bite and he gave you a gentle smile.

Everyone was able to get on the bus by 5 am by some sort of miracle, and Roger had been managing two pieces of toast just fine and was starting to feel more confident, though he claimed he still felt terrible. You yourself were feeling a bit run down, but you brushed it off as the messed up sleep schedule. Everyone went to bed, as soon as they boarded the bus, retreating to the small bunks that were made private with black out curtains hung over the sides. Roger’s bunk was above Freddie’s on the left side, and because you weren’t really supposed to be with them, you had to either squeeze in with him or take the couch and as usual Roger requested you come and snuggle close with him.

It was always a tight squeeze on the single bed with hardly enough room for him let alone the both of you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d be more comfortable on the couch, especially since Roger didn’t exactly try to save you space when he was sleeping. But like a good girlfriend, you crawled up into the cramped bunk with him and squeezed between him and the wall. His body was still hotter than usual and you frowned to yourself, concerned with his wellbeing. You ran your fingers through his hair and lulled him to sleep, and he was out in seconds, but you couldn’t relax enough to even think of sleep. Instead you continued to play with a lock of his baby blond hair, smiling to yourself at how soft it felt between your fingers.

As the bus finally began to move he shifted in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his mouth twisting into a troubled frown. You gently inched up and kissed his temple softly. “Shh, you’re okay, Rog,” you whispered as quietly as you could. His face relaxed and he turned to face you, his heavy arm pulling you tight to his chest as he snuggled close in his sleep. You had to use every ounce of self control not to squeal in delight and melt into a puddle. It amazed you how soft and affectionate bad boy Roger could be, even if he wasn’t conscious at the time.

To your surprise you were able to drift of to a peaceful sleep wrapped in his arms. A half hour later you were knelt behind Roger in the minuscule bus bathroom rubbing his back as he vomited up his breakfast.

You were exhausted from taking care of him for the past two days. This cycle was getting old fast and all you wanted was a long, deep sleep, but you knew it wouldn’t happen as long as you were with Queen and especially as long as Roger was ill. It was just hardwired in your nature to take care of people and you knew you could never make him fend for himself.

Instead of taking him back to his bunk when he finished, you lead him to the sofa bed and adjusted it into bed form as Roger wobbled where he stood. You gently laid him down and went back to his bunk for his duvet. You draped it over him before climbing in beside him. This arrangement was much more comfortable than the tiny box that was his bunk and you could stretch out just a little. You pulled his head over to rest on your shoulder and he wordlessly nestled into your side. You ran your hands through his soft hair and frowned, feeling how warm he still was, and wished he wasn’t too stubborn to go to a doctor.

This time he didn’t go back to sleep but instead played with the hem of your shirt, silently brooding.

“Whatcha thinkin about, Rog?” You hummed as you continued to pet him.

“How much I love you.” He sighed nonchalantly and your heart soared.

“Oh honey…” you began with a huge smile.

“Hold on I’m not done.” He said, shifting to sit up on his elbow so that he could see you. “You’re too good to me. You’ve practically been my personal nurse for the past two days and haven’t complained at all even though I can see how tired you are. You’re so beautiful and you’re so perfect. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Rog… are you crying?” You asked due to the thickness of his voice and the glassiness that had formed over his gorgeous blue eyes. He quickly looked away and rubbed a hand over his face.

“No, its just it makes me emotional thinking about it, thats all.”

“Oh honey don’t cry,” you giggled, pulling him back down to you. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you as long as you’ll let me.” You cooed, stroking his hair once more. You felt your shirt becoming damp and knew he was silently shedding tears. Your heart ached for him, wishing that he didn’t feel like he had to hide his emotions from you. You wanted to see all of them, the good, the bad, the ugly, everything. “Rog, look at me.”

He pulled his head up and met your gaze, his eyes glazed and red and a frown had formed on his rosy lips, causing a deep line to form between his furrowed brows.

“Something’s wrong.” You stated. “Tell me.”

“I just want to feel better.” His voice was thick, you could hear the lump in his throat and it made one form in yours as well. You had never seen him so pathetic but you knew the lack of sleep and food was what was getting to him.

“I’m worried about you, babe.” You sighed, at a loss for words of substance, and hugged him tight. “I think you’re running yourself into the ground. You’re dehydrated and exhausted, and I really think we should get you medical care.”

“I think you’re right…”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise: Roger never gave in. Immediately your mind jumped to strategy. Taking him to a hospital would be tricky in the large, conspicuous tour bus, and Roger hated press speculation with a passion. Everyone knew that the minute a member of Queen was spotted anywhere near a hospital rumors and false stories would fly.

“Okay, we’ll get you there. Should I tell the driver we need to go to the next hospital?”

“No, can we talk to the others first? We can wait for them to get up.”

“Honey, the sooner we can get you care the sooner you’ll feel better.”

“I know, it’s just— okay fine, we can wake them.” Roger’s face broke your heart, and you knew from all the uncharacteristic giving in he was doing that he was downright miserable.

You kissed his forehead and got up to go wake the boys, knowing, but keeping to yourself that this was not going to be a fun trip.

#roger taylor fic #roger x reader #queen fic #I'll take care of you fic

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ecotone99 · 4 years ago

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[SP] Pink, Horn Rimmed Glasses

Today sucked. Even more than yesterday, today was the worst. I really thought that the funeral would be the hardest part, but I was thankfully mostly numb during the grief procession of people who suddenly gave a damn about my loved ones. Today is 3 days after the funeral, and 7 days after the fire. People stopped caring so much already, and now I have to move on and get settled in this new house with my toddler and try to keep her from knowing how much I just hate everything. I can't cry anymore, I can't huddle in bed under heavy blankets, I can't just turn on the radio and rock on the porch and succumb to my habit of maladaptive daydreaming when the real world just isn't good enough. I have to keep being a good mom, and to do that, I have to clean out the mess in this attic the previous owners so graciously left behind. I realize I will likely have PTSD resulting from the fire when my first look in the attic takes my breath away because all I can see is a perfect jumble of cloth and plastic and cardboard tinder lurking above where my daughter and I sleep. For fucks sake. Am I going to see fire everywhere I look now? Probably yes, but I'll keep going and acting like I'm getting on just fine, because that's what is expected of me. I'm a mother fucking survivor. How many people have told me they couldn't possibly handle what I've gone through? A shit ton. An absolute shit ton. Those same people hugging me and telling me they're sorry for all the loss I've endured are basically telling me that it would be totally understandable if I just decided not to keep going one day. Fucking asshats. I want to punch them in their stupid faces. Well, at least my anger is good for something. I've cleared out half the boxes and didn't even realize I'd begun. I can now see the big, ominous, metal potential killer that I suppose is an AC or heating unit of some kind. I'll have to make a mental note of exactly where that is and make sure we don't have a bed or something directly under that. Ya know, in case there's a fire and it falls through the ceiling. Christ. The rest of this stuff looks like it could be decorations. Maybe worth going through. Pretty sure this Zesta crackers box can't have a lot going on inside but fuck it, I'm not doing anything else. Not like I can work right now. I'm too terrified to work. Last time I worked I came home to a house ablaze and lost all but one member of my family. God, I miss my mom. Seeing this fucking cracker box makes me remember all the times she did her best for Christmas and stuffed a bunch of bullshit presents that don't matter in to replace the Zestas. I loved every single present, but fuck, I'd give up everything to just be able to sit on the couch with my mom right now watching some SVU and just shooting the shit about another boring day where we barely made enough money to stay afloat. How long have I been holding this stupid fucking cracker box anyway? God, I'm losing it. I swear, I don't feel sane anymore, but who fucking could in my situation? I hate knowing that I'll never open another Zesta box from my mom, and this one feels like a slap in the damn face. I'm going to open it anyway, because I want to feel that pain. I deserve it. Ah, Hawaii themed junk. Well, mom never would have given me that for a gift. One of those itchy lei's from a dollar store. Big gaudy hair flowers somebody glued hair pins to so they'd stay put, I mean, that's a mom move if I've ever seen one. It's something I'd have done for...never mind. Don't go there. Horn rimmed pink glasses. Ok, these are kinda cute. I bet Gracie would like to play with them. She will probably like the rest of the goodies in the Zesta box too. Speaking of, I hear what's left of my world waking up from her nap. Better take one more look at that hulking unit that could potentially crush her while she sleeps so I can move furniture around just in case. Got the Zesta box, I'm gonna go give Gracie the biggest hug and we can play a little dress up after a snack. I'm not sure what the fuck we did all day, but somehow the day got filled up after Gracie woke up from her nap and we didn't get to play dress up, and now she's fallen asleep in my bed. I'm not gonna wake her. Tomorrow though, we are definitely playing with the stuff from the Zesta box. She doesn't have any toys now, after the fire, so I know she will really love it. I just need to see her smile. She's all thats left and come hell or high water, I'm going to make this baby happy and give her a good life. Even if it kills me. I don't care. She deserves it. I should probably clean this stuff. Who knows how long it's been up in the attic, or who freaking touched it or what the hell they had on their hands when they did. A little soap and disinfectant goes a long way. Just another way I can protect her. Fuck germs. She can't get sick. I can't stand the thought of any harm coming to her. She should never have a bad day the whole rest of her life. I'll protect her from every damn thing. Even old attic germs. The little pink horn rimmed glasses cleaned up really nice. They're brighter than I thought. I should try them on to make sure there's nothing that could poke Gracie, and maybe I'll take a selfie in them to show everyone that I'm still capable of smiling. Why the fuck do they insist that I need to smile all the fucking time? I don't want to be happy. Don't they realize that? Oh well. I'll play along, because my family will be too disappointed if I don't. It's not like I have a whole lot of family left, so I don't want to run off or disappoint the ones that I do still have. I wish they'd visit. I don't like driving anymore, especially with Gracie. We could be in an accident. The pink glasses slipped right into place. No pokes, and they fit perfectly. Time to practice that smile for the people. What's that sound? Why is it getting louder? That sounds like a fire! Ohmygod! Gracie! I dont think I've ever turned around to run so fast. I want to go get Gracie, but something just isn't right. I peel the glasses off, and the sound goes away. Everything is normal. I take a few steps, then quickly a few more to peek in on Gracie. Shes still fast asleep. Everything is OK. What the fuck was that? I start slowly walking down the hall, lines drawn between my brows, flipping the glasses this way and that. I stutter to a stop next to the room that would have been.... never mind. I look in. There's nothing in there. There should be. I want there to be, and I will never understand why that room has to be empty. God, the whole house feels empty. But it isn't. I still have Gracie. And she needs a mom that helps her live life. I perch the glasses back on my face as I stare into the empty room. I see...is that smoke? Flames? They're getting brighter? What is that in the corner? Ohmygod, who is that on the bed? Jen? Oh God! Jen! I rip the glasses off again, and the room is empty. There's no smoke. There's no flames. There's no Jen sitting on the bed. There's not even a bed. But I need to see her! I've never needed anything more in my life! I slap the glasses back on, cracking them hard into the bridge of my nose, anxiously willing myself to see something, anything now. The smoke and the flames are coming back. I can see a dresser in the corner, and the bed is coming into view. There's some toys and stuff on the floor. Ah, there she is. My Jen. I can see her now. She's sitting on the edge of the bed. She's crying. She's crying for me. I can hear her now, barely. The sound of the flames and smoke and everything is roaring, but I can hear her beautiful voice. My baby. My little girl. I rush in to the room, not realizing I'd been frozen in place. I stop just short of her, nearly touching her, but I'm afraid to. She doesn't look the same. She looks swollen, and her eyes aren't right. They're still that beautiful blue I remember, but they're paler. She has burns on her. Her skin is charred in places. She's crying. I look down at my daughter, and she reaches her arms up to me. Her eyes don't blink. Her mouth never moves from its scared and sorrowful pose. But I hear her. She tells me she loves me. I feel the heat of the flames upon my back as I lean in to the whisper of her nonexistent embrace. I feel it, but she hasn't moved. I can smell her shampoo under my nose, hiding within the scent of the smoke. She cries out, telling me she's scared. I'm wrapped around her as tight as I can hold while she coughs and sputters, telling me how afraid she is, calling out for me. Begging me to save her. The coughing gets worse. I'm coughing too. The smoke is so thick. How can there be so many flamss but it still be so dark? I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see my mom. She is covered in soot, I can see it lying heavily around her mouth and nose. She reaches to take Jens hand and pushed a blanket over her face. My mom presses her hand to my cheek and I feel nothing but love. She tells me, but I don't see her moving her lips, that she is going to do everything she can to save Jen. She says she will die trying, if it's the last thing she does, she is going to try to save my baby. I watched as my mom started trying to drag Jen out the bedroom door. She was struggling trying to carry her. I saw her begin to fall. I ran over trying to help her carry her, but couldn't grab on. I'm screaming my head off now, angry and scared that I can't help. God it hurts to watch them fight for their lives! I have to do something to help them! But I can't! I need to help them! I frantically keep trying to pick up Jen as my mom begins to use a blanket to try to pull her across the floor. Mom is losing strength. She's losing the fight. I see Jen, lying on her back, and the blanket comes out from under her. Mom tugs the blanket some more, completely dislodged it, and falls. She keeps pulling the blanket, but there's no Jen that comes with it. She looks at me, afraid and sad. She tells me she's sorry. She's done everything she can. She begs my forgiveness on her last breath for not saving my baby, her first born grand baby. She is so sorry she let Jen and me down. Her last breath staggers out of her lungs on choked wisps of smoke, and at last, she tells me she loves me. Mom is gone. Jen lies on her back, trying to roll over and she just doesn't have the strength. I try to push and pull her, but I find no purchase. I can do nothing but watch. Jen knows she is going to die. She is crying. She is scared. She tells me she wishes I hadn't gone back to work that night. She tells me she isn't mad at me, but she's sad that I couldn't save her, because she wanted to be my daughter for longer. Her eyes grow big, and then begin to relax. She says she loves me, calls out for me, her mommy, one more time, and brings her arms close around her body in the last hug she will ever have. I watch as the blue in her eyes fades to very pale. Her skin goes waxen. She is gone. I can't touch her. But I can feel her. I'm sobbing and screaming. I can still feel the smoke trying to suffocate me and the flames reaching to take me too. But they can't. I take one last look at Jen and Mom, and I peel the glasses off. I fall back into the floor in the hallway, holding myself, much like Jen did, and I just sob. I sob for hours. I can hear Gracie crying, but I can't help her now. I don't deserve to have her. I don't deserve anything. I went back to work, a shift that wasn't mine, and I traded the lives of two of the people I loved most in the world for 2 hours of minimum wage pay. I saw them suffer in the glasses. I heard them beg. I heard my name amongst the last words they ever spoke. I don't deserve anything that could bring me joy ever again. I really, really don't deserve Gracie. I deserve everything the glasses showed me. I clutch them to my chest, knowing that they're the only way I can see Mom and Jen again. Knowing, that I will use the glasses again. Because that's what I deserve.

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survivorbouvetisland · 7 years ago

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Episode #4/5: “I'm just lying and making a big deal about things because it is funny”- Bodhi

Bodhi

I don't know what is even happening I'm just lying and making a big deal about things because it is funny

Roxy

Im aolot inactive. Lmfoa

the serious confessioanl didnt uplod :/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NesmOdGOnX4

Lol thibis eric's org

Trixie

If all goes as planned, Shea is gone! We purposely threw the comp to get you out. I just wanna say it's nothing against you as a person, I would have loved to work with you but we all felt you were going to be a problem later on so we had to send you home now.

I feel really bad that I had to vote Zack out especially with him being a newbie. I also feel awful not letting Roxy in on our alliance. Hopefully with merge she can join us. She really doesn't deserve to get voted off so soon.

So we threw the comp yet again and it worked - Zack is out. I would have liked to work with him but I knew he'd be a vote for the other side once we merged. Nehe's voting confessional for him was BRUTAL. It makes me scared if I ever got a vote from him. We had yet another tribe swap, back to 3 teams again. I travelled through tribes and landed on Skua with basically all my alliance minus Austin. I hope he manages to stay safe so when merge comes we can reunite as the Outsiders.

I wonder who Adelie is gonna send home, huh?

QuilLynn

I feel bad blindsiding shea tonight, i genuinely like him and would have liked to work with him. I think the tribe swap fucked him over a bit because he picked people who were already closley aligned (like nehe+trixie, austin+zack) for me right now the safe and smart thing to do is take out shea. I do want austin gone soon though, because once we merge he'll be a huge threat because he has connections on both sides.

so that immunity was a mess. The day started out good, tribal went as planned and we got out shea and going into the new immunity we thought we stood a chance and were genuinely going to try to win, however, knowing that bodhi and kelsey are probably on the bottom of that tribe and would be possible numbers for our alliance come merge we decided to throw it and take out Zack who we believe to be a number for skua. Austin has it out for jay it seems and is looking to take out his numbers and I think he actually thinks he's running things and making the decisions. Thats fine he can think whatever he wants, but it was trixie and I who made the Shea blindside happen and saved his ass. We OMG INSTANT TRIBAL BRB

This instant might come back to bite me in the ass rip, its messy and people still haven't voted and I think austin thinks i'm voting him

I think roxy is really buying my "innocent newcomer" act right now that i'm using to cover my ass for this zack vote. I'm hoping i can get out of this still with the trust of all my tribe members. If i had to pick one to go next it would be Ali, because that rat went to austin saying I voted him... We'll see what the future holds

This new skua tribe is the perfect stiuation! I have trixie who is my #1 in this game, nehe who i'm closely aligned with and roxy who thinks were together 100%. I really want to win these upcomong challenges because I feel like there will only be one or two votes before we merge and I want all four of us on this new new skua to make it! It would break my heart to vote roxy at this point as we already blindsided her twice at tribals and she still trusts us, so i'm really hoping it doesn't come down to that. I'm also hoping for another clue, since i have one from skua before I think getting a second clue would really help my chances of finding one of these fucking idols!

Once again my team won, I mean so far this whole game I've only been on a losing team if we threw the challenge. I know i'm going to look like a threat come merge but i'm kinda looking forward to it. I'm hoping I can still use my innocent newbie "idk what i'm doing" act to get people to trust me, but I know eventually they'll want to take me out. I feel after this challenge our "outsiders" alliance from albatross will be over. Austin only got 10 points in the challenge so odds are he'll be taken out next, and if he's not then I'd take that as a sign that he joined the other side and if thats the case we'll have no use for him. Part of me is hoping that adelie takes him out tonight that way we don't have to do the dirty work later, but unfortunately I think that comes with the price of losing a jury vote.

also, nehe is really pissing me off. If we lose the next immunity idgaf about the alliance at this point I like roxy more right now and I'd send his ass home.

The tribe chat is fun and all but... Roxy, girl. Sometimes it's a bit much. Jokes and sarcasm just flies over her little aussie head. God bless.

Jacob

Austin be throwin'? I played the challenge for less than an hour and I still got a better score. I hope he doesn't have an idol.

Shea

Aint shit

Austin

Rig-gate is real huh

Lily

honestly i dont even know whats going on right now. we swapped? thats cool. we're not going to tribal? rad. honestly like if i got voted out next round i dont know if i'd care that much this premerge is just so chill for whatever reason its like my natural habitat

Andrew

I think Ali is a robot. Also lily and I are lookin for an idol™

Ali

I need to merge next I don't trust these hoes

Kelsey

My goodness...after that disaster of a video challenge, I was truly blessed to stay. I had never really had the opportunity to connect with anyone and Regan basically eliminating herself was...luck, dear, it was luck XD But then a scadulous tribe swap happens and I'm even LUCKIER!!! With a tribe of four, I feel like we totally could just slay the house down and all four people are people I'm able to bond with over something quickly. Jay was super on the Regan boat and knows that I'm not the best with speaking with people, as was the other snake picture. And Austin says he's rather close to Jay, so I'm feeling rather good if we go to tribal, not that we wi- oh, we already lost, ok. Austin says he would love to work with Jacob and I and to eliminate Jay, which doesn't sound the most predictable, but at this point in the competition, I've never made it to the top thirteen and I usually mess it up for myself when get too involved with voting and being gung ho. This time, maybe I can just take a deep breath and survive past another one...apparently, there is this "plan" to convince Austin that I'm going home which makes the pit in my stomach advance even further but...it can't be helped. I could be making top TWELVE. TWELVE!!!! I've got to just take a deep breath, close my eyes, and jump off the bridge. Let's hope I land in foam~! And THAT'S all there is to it! Bon Apetit, beh-bay~ Kelsey Mikaelson

Zack

I have had Nehe and Austin approach me for a solid three. However, I have also been approached with a solid three person alliance with Trixie and Quillyn. If I can get this group to final five, I think I would be sitting pretty. Unfortunately, that means I have to turn on my alliance I've had from day one with Shea, Roxy, and Ali. But Ali and I have talked and he's going to jump ship with me.

So, I've had Ali, Austin, and Nehe all trying to subtly convince me to trust the others of the three. It quickly became apparent that they're all working together, or at the very least, Austin has them both wrapped around his finger. Austin also mentioned Bodhi and Jay being numbers for him on the other side. Having everyone on my tribe trust me, I realize that this is my opportune moment to make a game-changing move and flipping the vote on Austin. I convinced Trixie and Quillynn (who have offered me an alliance for the time being) that if we want to succeed at all, we need to split up these three. More specifically, take Austin out because he seems to be the main tie for all of these people. Take out the kingpin, the rest will scatter. With Roxy still trusting me over everyone else, we should have just enough votes to take Austin out. I don't like sitting around, doing what I'm told, and waiting to be taken out in the final six. So sorry, Austin. I really hope you're out this week.

Jay

Regan is going to straight up murder me for voting her out, but sorry. You blew up on Kelsey, you're going home. Sorry not sorry. Also you're just gonna vote with Austin every vote and we can't have him having more power than me :)

Hey guys! This might be my last confessional in this game. So, Austin says he has an idol and that he's playing it. So like, I decided that I'm just gonna go for voting him. The thing is, if me, Jacob, and Kelsey stick strong, and he plays an idol, one of us go. HOWEVER, provided it's not me, whoever is left from Kelsey and Jacob is still trusting of me. Which would not be the case if i threw a vote onto Kelsey and Jacob left. Tribal is starting now. Good luck to me I hope things go well.

Nicholas

hi so im trying to win this paintball challenge so my ass doesnt get voted off. i feel like for the first time ever in a survivor game i dont fit in with my tribe and like they are going to cut me the first chance they get. oh well i guess we will see what happens. its time to shoot some bitches

Nehemiah

So now i'm on the albatross tribe and you can say that I'm on the bottom but actually theres people on the tribe I trust. Trixie and Ali are instant ride or die homies in my opinion and so is Austin. After I helped us win the lip sync with my amazing talent Trixie and Quillyn wants to have an alliance with me and Austin as we are the outside forces I am 100% fine with this. But Ali isnt with the other side he's with me and Austin. So this is also good if we go to a tribal. So i'm set up pretty nicely.

We have decided to throw the challenge to get out Shea. I personally have no connection to shea in the form that I didn't care if we threw the challenge. The outsiders alliance of me, QuilLyn, Trixie, and Austin is definitely off to a good start. We got shea to vote Austin and Ali is on board to vote Shea. I'm in a good spot when it comes to everything. I don't know how I'm going to fare going forward in the game but I do think I'm in a very good spot and I know how to speak to people. Zack was doing the challenge all by himself. We tried to throw it and he just wouldn't but to be fair he didn't know. So i had to talk him into throwing and getting out Shea leading on the idea that if he does so Austin and me would work with him. Everything should be good tonight.

The outsiders threw yet another tribal so we can get out Zack.

After our tribal of blindsiding Zack there was in our guts either a tribe swap or merge. As you can see it was a tribe swap and ironically I ended up on a tribe with my 2 fellow Outsiders and Roxy. I lied to Roxy the previous vote but I don't wanna loose that relationship just yet. There's a good chance my new tribe can win immunity and not have to vote off Roxy but if such things happen we are 3-1 and we have the ammunition to take aim. I only fear for out other votes that we need secure which that is being Bodhi, Ali, Kelsey, and Austin. I need all 4 of them to stay safe but I have a smart feeling that ain't gonna happen. But I still stand on what I said last time in that I'm in a good spot and I don't have to do much bullshit or manipulating just yet. I showed I can be sneaky as well as cutthroat when I need to be but I'm good for now.

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travelinghermit · 7 years ago

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Trek to Choquequirao

Its Saturday morning June 24, 2017. I am sitting in my favorite cafe once again JC’s cafe on my second cappuccino which is probably a bad idea as im still recovering from a cold thats been plaguing me for the past week. I returned to Cusco Thursday night after a long, challenging, yet ultimatley very rewarding trek into the Apurimac mountains to reach the hidden stone city of Choquequirao. Forgive me for not updating sooner but after what was definitely the most challenging trek I have ever done under the influence of a slight cold, once I returned to the city the sickness finally sunk its fangs into me hard and ive been bed ridden ever since. Yet this morning I feel 98% better and enjoying the beautiful Cusco weather once again.

I left Cusco early Tuesday morning around 630am. I locked my small bags at the hotel, leaving only with my large napsack. I had packed everything the night before preparing ham and avocado sandwiches out of an entire loaf, a big bag of cashew and almonds, cookies, slimjims, chocolate, canned tuna, and two 2 litre waters, plus all my gear that was necessary. Looking back now I packed everything to perfection all my food lasted the entire 3 day duration and all my clothing was required for both the chilly mountain mornings and the hot afternoons.

I picked up my moto shortly before 630am at the garage which I had arranged for an early pickup with the lot guy the day before and then I was off on my way 170k East towards the small mountain town of Cochara being the launching point on the Choquequirao trek.

To book a guided tour in Cusco for the trek would have costed me 815 Soles or $250 American. Thats a bit absurd I thought as I began the initial planning for this trip. I knew I could do it on my own ever since the Salkantay trek to Machu Picchu which while on the trail thought there was absolutely no use for a guide except for info on the site itself. I wanted a challenge, I wanted to be out there on my own with nothing but what I had packed on my back to supply myself for 3, 4, maybe 5 days. It didnt matter. Looking toward Machu Picchu I tried so hard envisioning what it was that Hiram Bingham saw that day he discovered that one of a kind site. Trekking weeks in the jungles of Peru to finally discover what was to make him famous. I have said before since Colombia I felt like I was Indiana Jones and a 3 day trek to the top of a mountain where a 500 year old stone city lay was right up my alley. So to hell with spending $250 dollars on a guide. I spent $25 on my food and another $25 on my entrance fee to Choquequirao itself and that was it!! I pocketed my savings and acquired a hell of a lot of pride.

I reached the village of Cochara around 1030am/11. I was lucky to park my bike behind some car at the little tienda market right at the entrance to the trek. I tore off all my warm clothes that served me on the ride over and got on my shorts and tshirt, swung my backpack on my back and was on my way. Instantly the views were breathtaking. Snowcapped mountains to the far right of me and a wide open gorge with a white rapid river flowing inbetween two huge mountains to the left. Little did I know at the time that was exactly where I was heading. The trail itself was easy peasy as there really was only one trail to tread but just as I feared it wasnt the trail I was afraid of it was the terrain and Oh! How treacherous it was! Especially with my pack carrying 2 litres of water. The first half of the trail on the first day was nothing just trekking straight down the mountain. It was hard not to think through that entire time though that I would have to return at some point back up. At around 3pm I reached the bottom of the gorge where a large green bridge lay connecting the two mountains from the river. This was the point where the challenge begun as instantly after crossing this pretty cool bridge the trail headed directly up the second mountain.

I think I broke up my time across the 3 possible campsites perfectly over the course of 3 days. The guided tour does the trek in 4 days while I completed it in 3. Im pretty proud of that yet looking back on that last day which was honestly hell on my legs and body I can only shudder. Yet im here again at my favorite cafe sipping a coffee which was exactly what kept me going so im very happy about that. Yet my legs are still in bits.

I ended the first day at camp Playa Rosalina about ¼ of the way up the second mountain. I set up my tent overlooking the Apurimac mountains and was so exhausted I was asleep by 530pm. I woke up maybe twice very shortly but for the most part I was out of it until 630am the next morning. Day 2 I had my tent and pack all packed up by 730am and was on my way right back scaling the incredibly large mountain straight up again. Three hours of this hell, my pack wearing me down, sliding on the scattered debris of rock along the way. This wasnt fun. At 1030 I reached camp 3 where I thought the hell was over but it had truely just begun. From here the trail lead straight to Choquequirao. I paid the guards my entrance fee and as I was beginning my way towards the site I looked up the mountain and I could barely make out what looked like stone structures on the very top. I sat down on a rock, my clothes covered in sweat, and I seriously said to myself I dont know if I can make it up there. I used all my energy just to get to this point thinking this was where the site was but I had atleast another hour and change to go. Aah this was rhe point I wanted. Not quite a breaking point but the point where you honestly dont know what the outcome will be. The serious that that I might not make it to the ruins ran through my mind. Through this entire journey my ethos is that whatever I am truely seeking, to get to the heart of it, ill only reach it through activity. I truelly believe that through pushing myself to the brink ill find some kind of spiritual truth. I dont know where I got that from or if thats true in anyway but I did push through despite my quivering legs and finally did reach Choquequirao, and what a sight it was to make the journey truelly worth the struggle.

Not as impressive as Machu Picchu but just as awe inspiring. There it was a stone complex impossibly built ontop of this lone mountain and best yet there might have been five other people up there with me for the entire four hours or so I was there. An epic 2 day journey, sleeping in my tent, up hard terrain to reach a forgotten stone city. Yup this is what I do ALL of this for. I just sat up there, eating my sandwiches, roaming the complex, gazing in awe for hours and never did it bore me. Peru is now my favorite country I have ever visited. Hands down. The fact that there is this kind of ruins to visit on top of mountains just isnt real. It cant be. It goes against all reality. Why is a stone city up ontop of a mountain? Why? And how? And I can just visit it all by myself if I so chose to brave the hard terrain? Peru challenges the imagination more than any other country in this world. More than Egypt, more than India, Japan, what have you, Peru is more real than any imagination, thats what makes it the best.

After spending the day in Choquequirao I walked back down to Camp 3 where I set up my tent by a jaw dropping view of the mountains just as the sun was about to set. That night I slept good knowing the next day would be hell. And thats what it was. I was all packed up by 730am and was on my way back down the mountain. Then for the next six hours I put my legs and back through a nightmare. I reached camp 1 at the bottom of the second mountain and about 1/5 up the first by 1030am which far exceeded all expectations so I had no choice but to keep going. It took me till 2pm to get all the way back up that first mountain which the trail just zigzagged straight up. My legs were quivering all the way through but I perceviered. Again I have never done a more challenging trek in my life but the reward of doing it completely solo truelly makes me proud. Ohoh and how cool was it when I strolled back to the initial start of the trek where all the other people were waiting for the bus and I just came through, grabbed my bike, packed up, ate my final can of tuna and then rode on out of there within minutes. Haha! I will never be that cool ever again in my life.

That was my trek and then I raced all 170k back to Cusco that same day and made it to the hotel right as it got dark. I rocked it perfectly I have to say but thats also when my cough and sinuses got real bad. That night I was up til 330am. I took my antibiotics and for all day yesterday I lay in my bed resting. I feel so much better now. I plan on staying the week in Cusco to get back to 100% and get myself truelly ready for the second phase of the journey as I head for Bolivia. Expect spontaneous posts until then because im just gonna be chilling.

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