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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 4

Worlds Collide

Summary: Reader and Levi finally meet but in an unexpected way.

Chapters: Three | Four | Five

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU, Reference to Anxiety, slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.1k

Inspiration: Every Second - Baekhyun

TW: The chapter contains descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack. I'm sure everyone has different experiences, but this one in particular is based on how my lovely boyfriend helps me navigate the ones I get. :)

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse; Anyone else who'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Levi’s POV

Levi felt like a fish out of water. The bright lights, attendants too chirpy for his liking, multiple strangers running their grubby hands over the same clothes were all making him nauseous. He wanted to turn around and flee at the very moment entered the store.

He remembered being here before, when he was with you at this exact place buying a tuxedo for your own wedding five years ago. You had forced him try on way too many of them, finding faults in each one and leaving him riled up. Many hours later when he finally walked out of the trial room wearing the perfect black suit, he was greeted by a teary eyed you. Honestly, he couldn’t tell the difference between the one currently on him, and the various others he had worn right before. But he couldn’t complain upon seeing the glee on your face.

Flashback: Five years ago

“I’m really not liking this shitty bridezilla side of you.”, Levi protested as you pushed him towards the changing rooms with the nine tuxedos you wished for him to try on – nine more than the number he was comfortable with.

“Can we just pick one and be on our way? No one is going to give a shit about what I look like when you’ll be standing beside me in all your glory.”

“Stop trying to butter me up. We're not leaving till we have the perfect tux. So, stop whining and put these on.”, you declared.

He yelped when you shoved him into a stall. ‘God, this man is infuriating sometimes!’ You smiled to yourself, listening to the constant muttering coming from inside. It was so adorable to imagine his knitted brows, scrunched up nose and his pouty lips while he complained incessantly. How you loved to annoy him! And why wouldn’t you? He looked terribly cute when he was pissed.

A few minutes passed and he emerged wearing one of the ensembles you chose.

“As much as that scowl paired up with the suit makes you look like a sexy spy, something isn't right. Can you please try the next one?”, you bat your lashes at him.

He shook his head at the melodrama and turned on his heel with a loud sigh. The next one wasn’t right either. Neither were the many others he wore after that. Oh, he was so livid! He threatened to leave every few minutes, but one pleading look from you would melt him, and he’d return to try on the next outfit. You knew that your puppy eyes made him completely malleable. And he knew that you knew.

Finally, he dressed into the last piece you chose. Your eyes went wide when they fell on him. He looked celestial! The contrast of the velvety black suit against his porcelain skin, his grey eyes sparkling against the dark fabric, his chiseled body being accentuated by its impeccable fit – you were about to marry perfection. With glistened eyes, you engulfed him into a sudden embrace that made him tense up because of the many heads that turned towards you.

“Oh, just stop overthinking it and hug me back! Levi, you look perfect. I can’t believe I get to marry you!”, you squealed as you squeezed him tighter.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with putting me through this. Might as well call Zacharius and tell him you’re missing work tomorrow.”, he said as he finally wrapped his arms around you.

“Why?”

He leaned in slowly and breathed into your ear causing goosebumps to sprout all over your body -“Because you’re not going to be able to get any work done after I’m finished getting my payback.”

Present day

Levi didn’t realize how long he had been day dreaming for, following Furlan around the store until a handful of suits were shoved in his face.

“Try these on, will you?”, he requested.

“Tch! Let's just pick one and get the fuck out of this shithole. I’m not wearing these filthy clothes.” Levi comically flinched thinking about the amount of germs that just made their way on to his body by this uninvited contact, earning Furlan a quick smack on his shoulder.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Stop being dramatic and try them on!”, he pushed him towards the trial room giving him no opportunity to respond.

Levi entered one of the stalls with hopes to end this misery as soon as possible while Furlan waited outside. He emerged in a few minutes wearing the first one, a jet-black suit. Furlan rejected it saying it was too similar to what he was planning to wear himself. Then he wore the second one, a deep navy-blue. Furlan shot that one down too. Levi was starting to get worked up, complaining relentlessly under his breath, plotting the murder of his younger brother . When he put on the next set, a sharp charcoal grey three-piece, he decided it was the one he liked the least. He got out of the stall ready to rebuff this one himself before Furlan could.

“What the fuck were you even thinking while choosing this shitty -” He was interrupted by a loud gasp behind and turned to look at the source.

His breath hitched when that peachy fragrance that he had adored for years hit him like a truck. There you stood, just a few feet from him; your face ridden with shock. You were wearing a gorgeous floor length emerald gown that hugged your body at all the right places, your wavy hair cascading down your shoulders.

Levi’s heart began pounding against his chest at the stunning sight before him. He wondered if you could hear it from where you were. Your eyes were blown to twice their size, cheeks flushed, breath shaky. You looked like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to say something when...

You bolted.

He turned to Furlan in bewilderment as if to confirm if this had all really just happened or if it was his mind playing games.

“Are you going to just stare at me, or go after her?”

Before the future groom could even finish his sentence, Levi took off.

Reader’s POV

After finding Suki by the store entrance, she and you headed back to the couch you were seated earlier. You started browsing through the dresses again, only to find her constantly checking her phone.

“Will you please just choose something so we can both leave soon? What is wrong with you today?”, You were starting to get annoyed at her sudden withdrawn behavior.

She quickly apologized and grabbed a couple of gowns for you to try on before dragging you towards the trial rooms. You could hear muffled mumbling coming from the neighboring stall while you were changing into the gown Suki chose for you but you didn’t give it much thought. You were pleased with how the gown looked on you wondering when you last felt this attractive. Upon walking outside the stall to compliment her on her choice, you were greeted by her and Furlan chatting in the waiting area. Surprised, you were about to say hello just before someone emerged from the stall beside yours.

Levi? You let out an involuntary gasp causing him to turn to you. Grey eyes met yours. Did he just gasp too? The perpetual scowl on his face vanished and was replaced by raised brows, wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape. He looked like he was about to say something.

It felt like you lost control over your body. You were suddenly in motion, rushing towards the nearest escape you could find; Suki trailing behind. Right as you reached the store’s exit, a hand harshly grabbed your shoulder.

“You can’t leave in that dress! We’ll get in trouble for shoplifting!”, Suki panted, finally catching up with you.

She was right. But you were incapable of thinking straight at the moment. So, when you spotted a restroom, you barged inside pulling her in with you and locking the door shut.

It felt like the air was devoid of oxygen. Your breathing began to get laborious. Seconds later you were sitting on the toilet with its lid down, gasping for breath. Your right hand failed to find the comfort of your absent wedding band, that was back in the drawer of your nightstand, by blindly clutching your left ring finger.

“Are you okay? What is happening to you?”, a terrified Suki looked like she was about to cry.

“Panic...attack...”, you managed to blurt out between breaths.

She paced around the room not knowing how to help you. You were starting to feel dizzy; tears running down your face, sweat building up on your forehead, the lack of air starting to get to your brain. There was a soft knock on the door.

“Oi! Suki, let me in.”, Levi demanded from the other side.

You begged hey with your eyes not to open the door, but she did it anyway. He walked in and silently motioned her to wait outside, locking the door behind him when she left. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, rolled it, and ran it under cold tap water keeping his eyes on you the whole time. He quickly moved to kneel in front of you, as you sat wheezing. Bringing the cold cloth to your face and pressing it against your forehead and neck, he held one of your hands with his free one.

“It's okay. I’m here.”, his soothing voice was already starting to calm you down. But you were in no mood to let him bask in the satisfaction of still having that effect on you.

“You being here... has caused this.”, you glowered while choking on practically nothing.

“Still the same old brat!”, he smirked.

Before your pathetic mess could puff out another ridiculous remark Levi angled your face towards his by cupping your cheeks with both his hands.

“I’m kneeling on this fucking filthy floor for you. So, just shut your mouth, focus on me and let me regulate your breathing.” You accepted defeat and nodded.

“Inhale.

Exhale.”

You did as he said, taking slow and deep breaths of air as he guided you. A few minutes later, your breathing was almost back to normal.

“I thought I showed you how to deal with these episodes. Did you forget?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with one without you.”

Well, you didn’t.

His hands were still around your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as you tightly gripped the fabric of his blazer with your fists and looked into his eyes. It was like time had frozen and the whole world had come to a halt.

Suddenly, reality struck. You were seeing Levi for the first time since your divorce. Your eyes welled up and you couldn’t prevent the tears from escaping. His sinuses were stinging too. Before you could snap out of it, his hands on your face snaked around you and pulled you into an embrace, one hand caressing your hair, and the other steady around your back. You felt overwhelmed, almost wanting to push him away.

“Just stop overthinking it and hug me back.”, he mirrored your words from five years ago.

And he didn’t need to ask twice. You held onto him for dear life as while sobbing on to his shoulder.

“I miss you.”, your voice quivered.

“I miss you too.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea.”

Time passed as you silently sat there taking in the precious moments. You were paying attention to all his features one by one, as if trying to memorize them. His smooth black hair, bright grey eyes; did they always have a tinge of blue in them? His sharp nose, delicate lips, strong shoulders... wait, what is that?

“Fuck! Levi, I ruined your suit!” It was stained with your tears.

“That’s fine I was going to toss it anyway”, he replied, with a wave his hand.

“What? Why? It looks wonderful on you! The blue really brings out your eyes.”, You were sure you sounded like a shy school girl.

“Oh. You think so? Um... Th-Thanks.”, he tried to hide his blush behind a fake cough, causing you to chuckle. He still stuttered awkwardly every time you complimented him, even after all these years.

Levi turned to you again, in all your huffing and puffing glory following your episode - eyes swollen, nose clogged, face probably redder than a tomato.

“We need to talk.”

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Chapters: Three | Four | Five

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nighttimepixels · 4 years ago

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TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;

#night answers #night plays ME #(yes that's a purposeful pun lol)#((i sure have played myself by starting this series its so good aksdjflskjfd))

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aces-to-apples · 4 years ago

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Written for Day 4: Time-Travel of Codywan Week 2020 @codywanweek

Here on AO3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: no betas we die like man, time-travel, Dehumanization, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Awful Treatment of Clones, Discussions of Murder, Ambiguous/Open Ending

“philter of the phantom”

CC-2224 knew that this would be its last mission for the Empire.

It was still in prime physical condition, a well-crafted piece of hardware meant to last through decades of wear and tear before beginning to break down, but its user-interface was considered suboptimal. A relic from a bygone era.

Creepy, was the word most often used to describe CC-2224. Look at him. His eyes follow you and the lights are on but nobody's home. It's doshing creepy.

Decommissioning was unavoidable, inevitable, imminent.

Its only hope was that it would be allowed to serve the Empire until its end.

When it had been informed that it was to retrieve an object of great importance for the Emperor, at any cost, CC-2224 knew its time of decommissioning had come. The mission would be more dangerous than the briefing implied and CC-2224 would fall in service of the Galactic Empire, just as it desired. Everything would be done.

As predicted in the back of its programming, the mission was a cockup from the beginning. They—CC-2224, its team of useless whiteshells, and the Inquisitor leading the mission—were led into an ambush after retrieving the Emperor’s property.

The whiteshells went down quickly, to no surprise and a great deal of disgust from CC-2224. Its brothers (good soldiers follow orders) would have been a better choice for the mission, for the army, but had been passed over.

Clones were no longer respected as the greatest fighting force in the galaxy. Their numbers had been dwindling ever since Kamino was shut down.

They were a dying breed.

But, dying or not, CC-2224 wasn’t dead yet.

It secured the objective and left the Inquisitor to deal with the—Separatists? No, there were no more Separatists—enemy forces by themself. A Jedi would have had no trouble, but the Jedi were traitors to the Repub—to the Empire—and the Inquisitor had been trained by the Emperor himself.

They would live or die as the Force willed, and CC-2224 had its orders: secure the objective, at any cost.

With the shuttle in sight and the Inquisitor inadvertently keeping the heat off of CC-2224, it broke from its defensive position and retreated in full. The screams of the dead and dying blotted out all other sounds, only cutting out as CC-2224 tripped over the threshold of the shuttle and sealed the door.

It sucked in a breath and stumbled to the cockpit, setting a course for the nearest Imperial forces before collapsing back into the pilot’s seat. CC-2224 sat there for a moment, confused as to why it was not moving, not completing one of the many tasks aboard even such a small vessel, before the realization struck.

Cold.

Its body quaked ever so slightly, sight greying out more and more every second, and it felt unbearably cold. It looked down at itself.

In the crook of one elbow lay the Emperor’s prize—a crystalline, geometric object that pulsed with a low-grade sense of malevolence—but something was wrong. Where before it had worn pristine white plastoid, it was now a bright and shocking hue of scarlet. Blood—a lot of it.

CC-2224 examined itself with a detached sort of curiosity, feeling faraway and uninterested. A quick pat-down of its torso quickly revealed the culprit and brought with it a flood of pain. One of the Sepa—Reb—one of the enemies must have been carrying a slugthrower. Unusual, unaccounted for, unexpected, and all the more deadly.

It would bleed out before it reached Imperial forces, CC-2224 noted dully. The idea didn’t bother it overly much. It’d known it would die on this mission, had accepted that upon assignment, and faced with its imminent decommissioning, it felt very little at all. Not fear, not anger, not regret...

Well, and that wasn’t true.

CC-2224 had regrets.

(Good soldiers follow orders.)

Alone in its mind, on the brink of death, it could acknowledge their existence.

It wished, suddenly, that things were different. Not for itself, no, death had no power over CC-2224. There was no death, after all, only the Force. And there was its regret. That it had sent its—his—that it had executed a traitor, without hesitation or remorse, and that the traitor had rejoined the Force believing he had CC-2224’s loyalty.

Loyalty and love.

CC-2224 had loved the traitor and his execution was a blight on its existence.

The traitor’s fall down, down, down into the waters of Utapau haunted its dreams.

Dead, the traitor was dead, he had to be. If the traitor had survived the fall that no being could survive, then CC-2224 had failed in its orders. It would be forced to complete the mission before submitting itself for decommissioning.

So the traitor Jedi must be dead, or else CC-2224 would never be allowed to die.

… And you want to die…

Perhaps not, it conceded to itself, because death tended to solve very little in the grand scheme of the galaxy. But it certainly no longer wanted to exist here, now, in this galaxy that the glorious Emperor had built upon the blood and bones of—of the—

It didn’t matter.

CC-2224 had nothing, had no one, would die very soon, without any of its brothers to hold its hand and watch him march far away. It’d always thought it would have at least that little bit of comfort, at the end.

… But you don’t want the end… You want the beginning… As do I…

Still nestled in the crook of its arm, the objective shivered, barely perceptible, and it looked down to see… something… a ripple that shouldn’t exist… before its vision finally went dark…

The disappointment might kill it before the blood loss, it decides as sound and pain begin to filter back into its consciousness. All it wants is an end to its godsawful existence, is that too much to ask? An end to pain and fear and remorse, the easiest thing in the galaxy to accomplish, except if you’re CC-karking-2224.

“Wake up, please, please, wake up…”

It gripes and growls and groans at the order, the request, the plea, but complies, conditioned as it’s been to respond to that voice and tone.

Prying its eyes open isn’t something it even feels capable of doing, but it grits its teeth as it's done so many times before. “Oh,” Kote breathes, staring at the blood-and-dirt-streaked face hovering over his own. “Hello there.”

The ghost smiles, adding tears into the mixture of grime, and lets out a chuckle that sounds like a sob.

“You scared me, Commander” it says, accusatory, as if that’s the worst crime he’s committed against its person. “Oh, Cody, I thought we’d lost you. No, don’t move, I’m going to comm the medics that we finally found you.”

Kote stops trying to prop himself up and just observes the spectre of his long-dead general report their position and his condition. He could look around, take stock of whatever years-over battle this surprisingly kind fever-dream has dropped him into, but instead he drinks in the sight.

“Well, Cody, I’m afraid the medics are not going to be kind to you after this.”

Smiling more softly than he has in over a decade, Kote watches the spectre fret over his blood-sticky armor, trying to assess the damage. “I forgot he used to call me that,” Kote murmurs, disbelieving at his luck.

Of all the ways his mind could comfort him as he dies, he never thought his general’s ghost would lead him into the Force. Perhaps this dying shavit isn’t so bad.

The spectre quirks its head to the side like a little bird, brow furrowed, mouth curled to one side. “What do you mean?”

Kote feels the hot, hard coil of tension that he’s carried in his chest for so, so long begin to unravel just a little bit. He shakes his head ruefully just thinking about it, his expression no doubt disgustingly sweet. “Never had the heart to tell him he got it wrong that first time,” he admits, watching the spectre go still. “Not like it was a hardship, going from Kote to Cody. I liked it, even. Like when the tubies start losing teeth and can’t get their words right anymore.”

He chuckles at the memories, a little bubble of blood forming at his mouth. The spectre doesn’t look nearly as amused; instead, its expression had turned glacial as he’d reminisced, and now looks only gut-punched.

“Do you—” His general’s ghost looks like he’s already marching. “Cody—Kote—do you recognize me?” he asks urgently, throwing a panicked look over his shoulder. “You know me, don’t you?”

And that, ha, that’s the funniest thing he’s heard in years.

More blood works its way out of his mouth as his breath wheezes out in a painful laugh. “‘Course I do, cyar’ika,” Kote reassures the spectre. “You’re my damnfool Jedi, always rushing into danger like you’re trying to prove something to… someone… Some dead man, most like.”

He can feel himself losing steam the longer he speaks, becoming colder and more tired with every word.

The spectre darts another look over his shoulder, face spasming like he doesn’t understand what he’s seeing, until Kote fumbles around and grabs one of his hands. He looks back down, then, face going soft and tears coming thick and fast. “I don’t understand,” he whispers, breathing beginning to hitch.

His poor general looks overwhelmed and unsure, like he was back nearer the beginning of the war. “I’m sorry,” he says thickly, “I’m so sorry, ner cyare. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to, I’m sorry, ni ceta…”

Obi-Wan’s ghost flinches like he’s been struck, but he holds tight to Kote’s hand and pushes an errant curl away from his forehead, though Kote doesn’t remember pulling off his bucket. “Whatever it is, I forgive you,” he replies, voice sweet and lovely like he’s talking to a panicked shiny. Maybe that’s what he is, right now. “You just need to hold on a bit longer, my dear, the medics are nearly here. I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I forgive you…”

He can feel himself slipping away, into the yawning darkness.

With his luck, he’ll just wake up back on the shuttle, his general’s forgiveness a hazy memory to torture himself with. He can hear shouting, dulled by the rushing of his ears, the sound of his own heartbeat, Obi-Wan whispering benedictions and pleas to hang on, just a little more…

The hand in his grasp is pulled away and Kote whines, wanting to hold his general’s hand when he dies, but other figures crowd around him, pushing the spectre away.

And that’s—that’s not karking fair, and Kote isn’t afraid to fripping say so, to push the painfully-familiar hands and buckets away because, damn it all, he’s dying here, can’t he get a little peace, for once?

“Settle down, brother,” dear, dead, Coric says with the authority of a medic to back up the order. “If you keep this up you’ll cause more damage than we can fix.”

Kote opens his mouth to tell Coric’s ghost exactly what he can shove up his shebs but is stymied by an unceremonious hypo to the neck, cutting him off.

The last thing he thinks he sees before the dark returns is his general, covered in filth and gore, looking more conflicted than Kote has ever seen him before. And at his side, a mirror image of himself, looking solid and implacable and like he’s meticulously planning a murder.

Well, if that’s how it is, Kote doesn’t mind marching off.

He’s got his general’s back.

#star wars #the clone wars #sw fic #by apples #codywanweek 2020 #codywanweek #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #time-travel #codywan

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neo-shitty · 3 years ago

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toffee!

ah yeah, i think quarentine has given people some opportunity to actually just sit with the person they are, rather than be rushing around for the person they want to become. its good you got smth good out of isolation! ah thats great! hope you had fun and ur partner in crime speeds back home so you can get out more hehe.

ah yeah ty, good suggestions.

hmm good point, i was sort of putting it separate to the whole not-sexualising thing, but yeah. mmm yeah i totally agree, some of the enhypen fics/imagines *shudder* and even reading innie stuff is just a bit *icky* cos everyone still thinks of him as our agi ppang. yeah def would be good but sadly this just seems to be the world we live in. :(

ah yes the holy masterlist (not sarc) i have actually read in the rain and gladius maximus before, but ill go look for in class! oooh thats good! character development lol. hmmmm yes champagne problems was the angst to end all angst, that shit hurt. it was actually one of the first of your fics i read and i recall almost crying over the whole thing, it was so heartbreaking, i can see how it almost made you want to drop angst. good that youve allowed yourself some lee-way tho :)

hehe thats so cool. okay here we go, ill try not to be mortally offended (/hj)

cheese - yes same, i liked it but that was all there was, it wasnt a super standout track. it was rlly underwhelming for me but some of the hook is super catchy so there is Redemption (tm) in store for cheese maybe

thunderous - mmm, yeah at first i totally agreed, i think they suffer from too much good music syndrome, that all their other tracks are such fucking bops its hard to stay at that level of perfection. the choreo was beautiful tho and tbh, the track has grown on me since ive been watching all the vids abt it. its my brothers favourite track

domino - YES GODAMMIT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TITLE TRACK. the raps, the vocals, the vibes, the fucking domino sound in the back? i would have streamed that shit on repeat. but tbh, as good as it is, it doesnt have that sort of grandness/oomph that skz seems to like in their title tracks so i can see why they chose thunderous (tho domino would have been so good) *sigh*

ssick - yeah same, not my fave track by a long mile, the crowd cheering was a ?strange? choice and the chorus was a bit bare/empty, plus like i mentioned earlier, it was kinda funny to me for some reason but ill still play it if im playing thru the whole album

the view - ahh one of those not like other girls (/j) i honestly think its just a good party song, just a bop to play in the background when nobodys rlly paying much attention. its pretty generic pop music but catchy

sorry, i love you - hehe yeah i thought it was going to be sadder as well, but i rlly loved the fact that they all just got to sing, which almost never happens, i dont think ive heard felix sing for a long time, so i enjoyed it. wasnt rlly a standout track but i just casually like it. looking forward to the fic haha

silent cry - this song i swear, some bits are rlly good and then others are just? why?? it does sound like a dance song tho idk. definitely not one of my faves either

secret secret - YES its so good! its such a chill song and i love their vocals in it. the combination of lo-fi/fake strings backup stuff and their heavenly vocals just makes it *chefs kiss* im listening to it rn and just... its so beautiful. it gives me pumped up another day vibes ya know? like my pace is edgy get cool, this one is energetic another day i feel like. overall i love it

STAR LOST - ah thats so cool! i didnt know that! on first listen this song had a similar vibe to secret secret but then the beat came in and ahh its such a good song. i can totally imagine them putting this song to a concert footage vid, this song is so sweet.

red lights - LMAO YES ITS SO AWKWARD WHY DOES IT GO ON FOR SO LONG ah thats good! yeah good point, its quite intense hehe. but that is my fave trope and this is lowkey my favourite track on the album so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just the combination of hyunjins and chans voices, the backing music, the lyrics ahh red lights my beloved

surfin’ - yes lmao its always a shock, i feel like they should have put gone away in between them, but its such a fun cute song, i cant get rlly mad. yeah, as an aussie i think im contractually obligated to like beaches lol. sand im not such a fan of, but my familys rlly into fishing and my brother loves bodyboarding so we stay at a beach house at least twice a year and we live like 5 mins from 3 different beaches (hehe all aussie cities are on the coast lol) so thats cool. do you like beaches?

gone away - ah gone away my beloved, i love this song sm, its just so pure and showcases their vocals and lyrics so well. yes the pitch change is very out of the blue, i feel liek they went directly from seungmins soft vocals to hans powerful ones which was an interesting choice, but hey, im not complaining

wolfgang - YES IKR ah im so happy he got to be included in that era and song. yeah its such a full on song i cant rlly listen to it if im in a quiet mood but its very motivating :)

hehe mood, i hope they do! ahhh no rest, but at least you wont have to pull a blink and wait a year for any word from the group lol. im not rlly into nct but im excited for them! ah hopefully youll be able to sneak some rest into that chaotic schedule, with enhypen (idk if u stan but yeah) squeezed into it haha

<3 w.a. 🐺

i wheezed at partner in crime, it reminded me of smth. i have a lee know fic in the drafts that i wrote 'in honor' of him (and his departure-ish). i'll tag you when i finish it, if you want. it's a rather hilarious one.

oh my god. based on my experience on the collabs i've joined before, writing explicit shit for '01 & '02 is not accepted (nct's maknaes) but with enha's hyung line '01 & '02 somehow it's okay? i do a double take every time i see fics like those i mean, technically, it's legal but still what the fuck. maybe it's just not for me at the moment. not at us venting our frustration about this. it's just something that's so accepted here that i am (in all honesty) slightly uncomfortable about. but oh well. that's kpop writerblr for you.

man i could've linked all the fics in the ask instead so you wouldn't have to go looking for them! i think i saw you like in class the other day (the fic i renamed into sharp-tongued, god it took me a while to remember the new title). describing champagne problems as an angst to end all angst is one way to put what i was feeling back in december. it just hurt to write and admit?? if that ever happened to me i would prolly cry :d

okay back to the album talk! i love how you answered with more thoughts. i love exchanges like these! i am a victim of the cheese hook and it's now one of my favorite tracks in the album. PLS, TOO MUCH GOOD MUSIC SYNDROME. that's on our self-producing kings 😌💅 also, your brother has taste! as i am typing this, domino's currently playing in my head and i realized that too, that it doesn't have that 'vibe' of a skz title track. honestly, this could be a title track of another group. ssick is starting to grown on me because i found the beats cool kdjsk not the not like other girls 😭 the view is the generic pop that i don't like but i get why a lot of people enjoy it. sorry i love you scratches a certain itch that i find myself singing the first few lines every time i remember it. i too would want to hear felix sing more!

> a mini junction on the album talk bc i got side tracked. on that topic, i want skz to switch positions at some point like i know those allrounders are capable of doing so. specifically, i want to hear seungmin rap!!!! (yk in the recent weekly idol he talked faster than changbin in a challenge and changbin is like the fastest rapper in kpop that's active atm if im not mistaken. my dandy boy has some potential and i want it UNLEASHED.)

back to album talk. silent cry is basically sad music to twerk to. secret secret is definitely one of my favorite tracks :( i loved how you compared the tracks HAJSAH i burst out laughing bc yk what, you're right! i want to make a star lost edit of skz but i simply do not have the time i want to cry. i love the song so much. ok, my dreaded track, red lights. idt i have played the track since we last talked. my friend sent me the lyrics tho and i'm itching to write a twisted au out of it. idk if you're comfortable with yandere but somewhere along those themes. the obsessive type of love that's sweet at first but turns rotten. IMAGINE IF THEY PUT GONE AWAY BETWEEN ASHJA it's like going from 50 shades to the notebook.

i was about to ask if you lived near the coast and you literally mentions it here god im so stupid. yes i LOOOOOOOOOVE beaches so much. living in an archipelago is fun :( i live in a part of the country that's more island than city so every time i want some vitamin sea it's accessible. i heard the waves in australia are great :( anYWHOOO gone away :(( every time it plays im compelled to skip it because it makes me sAD AND NOWADAYS I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO BE SAD. contrary to you, i dislike my quiet moods because i tend to overthink a lot.

i have this little analogy about how there are stays that enjoy songs the generic pop + mellow songs and then there are other stays that enjoy the noisy tracks. in my mind, it's like a perfect balance that makes me feel like all the tracks are loved in the end. just by different people.

PULL A BLINK. bro i fucking hate yg entertainment. they have the biggest kpop girl group LOCKED in their basement when they could be (and i mean this in the most business-like way not morally) milking money of the quad. they're yg's biggest hope at not being bankrupt atm so it's a damn fucking mystery to me as to how they aren't doing anything. (jk i just realized lisa solo album soon, but i still need a ot4 cb hELLO)

i stopped looking forward to the teasers. rest > kpop boys. i don't want to sound like a cult member but have you tried checking out nct? are they just not your thing? (i get it tho, that's one hard group to get into). and yes i do stan enhypen!

wow i love how long these asks are! they're like online penpals. but i also want to ask about you! how have you been lately? are you feeling okay both mentally and physically? how's the weather there? do you have anything that you want to talk about? maybe an interesting book you read? feel free to bring up anything you want to share! i'm getting conscious about talking about myself HAJHSJ

and yet another long answer B) i am sooo sorry T___T should these ask exchanges feel draining to you, feel free to stop sending them in AAAA

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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taegris · 5 years ago

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Prompt: “When you offered me apple cider I assumed it wasn’t going to be spiked. Now I’m trashed at our local fall festival and you have to take care of me, which I’m not necessarily mad about since you’re gorgeous and all of that.”

A part of the Falling in Love project by @btswriterscollective

in collaboration with @jkeuphoriadreamland and @ddaengyoonmin. Please go check out their works, I will have them linked below!

original introduction by @jkeuphoriadreamland

tags: smut, fluff, awkward Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, oral (fem receiving), accidental consumption of alcohol, praise kink, choking. oneshot.

word count: 5.9k

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“I just don’t get why we have to be in charge of the booth! I mean, who even stops to get cider when there’s all kinds of rides and games and shit to choose from.” Jungkook grumbles, mostly to himself as he turns to sit on a patch of grass by Yoongi’s feet.

“Come on, Jungkook. We only have to do it a couple of hours and then we’re free to go. You can still do all of that later, alright?” Jin says, pleading for Jungkook to stop whining about the damn booth already, setting up the cider in a row on the table in front of their humble stand.

Somehow Jin had signed himself and the rest of his frat buddies up to be in charge of a booth for the University’s Annual Fall Festival. Each fraternity was in charge of deciding what to sell at their own booth, but since Jin was the only one that showed up at the meeting, he alone chose their fate.

“I just don’t understand what was going through your mind, Jin. Why Cider?” Jimin laughs.

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“I don’t know, why was I the only one at the meeting? Huh??” Jin questions, defensive. They all fall silent, staring at the ground. “Listen, whatever we sell, we get a percentage of the profit for our frat. Imagine all the soju we can buy! Yeah? Now quit complaining and start selling some cider before I kick your collective asses.” He shoots a pointed look at Jungkook, who sulks further on the ground.

“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin shouts to Namjoon, who’s walking away from the stand.

“Publicity!” Namjoon yells behind his shoulder, not bothering to turn around.

“Yeah, THAT’S the spirit!” Jin grins. Namjoon offers a lazy thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd. Jin claps his hands together before collecting the paper straws and throwing them into a mason jar on the counter. “Everybody else, let’s get to work!”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t move a muscle from their spot by the lawn chairs, the rest of the boys moving around them and setting up. Jungkook can already feel the long evening before him. He groans, and Yoongi nods in agreement.

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Jungkook doesn’t know how long he spaced for, but the next thing he knows, the sky has darkened, the boys are playing beerless beer pong, and Yoongi is wheezing, tears streaming out of his face, at something Jin did.

“Hyung, I’m going out to see if I can find any customers. Have fun.” Taehyung says, walking into the crowd.

Jungkook can’t help but be jealous of the man. He escaped. Jungkook sulks again, feeling the pull of the outside world. He knows he’d rather be doing ANYTHING else, like eating funnel cake, or playing the new mobile VR setup at the other end. Ah, the VR system… Jungkook decides he can’t take it anymore. He’s got to get away. He looks around and sees everyone distracted, Jin attempting to dance to the university’s fight song and the rest singing and laughing around him. Jungkook starts backing up, still crouched on the ground, inching his way out of the booth, before his back hits something. He freezes, dread filling him, and turns to catch eye contact with Yoongi. There’s a moment before either do anything, where Jungkook just stares sheepishly at his hyung, praying for the best, but the moment is broken with a motion from Yoongi to leave, a small smile on his face. Jungkook’s face brightens and he sneaks out before the last verse of the fight song is finished, flashing Yoongi a grateful look and fleeing the booth at last.

Jungkook ventures past the concession area into the games, marveling at the booths. Ring Toss, apple bobbing, henna tattooing, various vendors, and lots of shouting. He grins, the rumble of a crowd turning into white noise. He’s always enjoyed carnivals and festivals and the like; there’s something about the mass amount of people that feels like comfort. Everyone’s doing their own thing, talking amongst themselves, too focused on their caramel apples and Ferris wheels to worry about what others are doing. It’s a special kind of solitude that Jungkook has always been drawn to.

Jungkook spots a far too familiar silhouette in the distance by a game of Darts, and he tenses. Taehyung’s talking to a potential customer, his hand on his neck, obviously using his charms to sell faster. Jungkook had to admit that Taehyung has always been good at this, reeling people into all of the games and activities the frat hosts. His charisma is not something to be ignored. Luckily for Jungkook though, that means that Taehyung’s focus is entirely on the girl before him now, which means an escape route for Jungkook. Hope is not lost! He sends a quick thank you to the skies before quickly slipping past the two of them, integrating into the crowd of people moving on to the carnival rides. He can’t help but grin at his success.

Jungkook only walks a moment before the festival grounds widen, and the crowd of people disperses, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the middle of the carnival rides. He scans the area, looking for the VR setup. He looks past the Ferris wheel, carousel, Zipper, and bumper cars, before he spots it between two photo booths, but something else catches his eye before he can walk in that direction.

A funhouse sits in the center of everything, illustrations of bananas and monkeys and tropical trees scattered across the surface. The sign above says “Monkey Maze” in reflective mirrored lettering, shining with the lights of the carousel across from it. It plays its own music, almost seeming like its own world in the middle of all of this. College kids can be heard from inside, rambunctious laughter and shouts echoing off of the mirrored walls. Jungkook takes a step toward it, intrigued. That is, until he spots Namjoon.

Namjoon is stood in the center of it all, talking to every person that gives him a second of their day, trying his damndest to get customers to come to their booth across the festival. A shot of fear along with a small pang of guilt shoots through Jungkook, and he darts behind the closest object. It’s a trash can, surprisingly well kept. Jungkook’s breathing is rapid, but starts to slow as soon as there’s no way his hyung can spot him, and he starts to think of an escape plan. He just has to wait until someone talks to Namjoon a bit longer, possibly having some interest in the booth, so Namjoon is too focused to spot Jungkook dart across to the VR set directly across. If he can get there, he’s safe. Right? Jungkook decides he might need a better plan. He slowly looks back towards Namjoon, peeking out from the side of the trash can, trying his best to stay hidden. However, when he spots Namjoon, he notices he’s occupied. Someone’s already talking to him, and seems to have captured his full attention. His smile is brighter than normal, his eyes lighting up with interest. Jungkook can’t help but smile as he wonders if Namjoon is interested in more than selling cider to this girl. He’ll have to ask about it later. For now though, he’s found his opening. Namjoon and the girl walk back in the direction of the cider booth, which will give Jungkook enough time to-

“What are you doing?”

Jungkook snaps his head up and whips around, coming face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and a shot of electricity courses through him. It’s literally like the movies, he can’t help but think. He can’t feel his face. Like, he knows that doesn’t make sense, but it’s like everything in his body froze, and he can’t move. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, trying desperately to come up with what to say. Namjoon would know what to say. WWND; what would Namjoon do? Probably say hi, for starters. Maybe smoothly talk about his rapping skills and invite her to karaoke, or-

“Hello?” You say, cocking your head to the side. “You alive?”

“Yeah!” Jungkook croaks out, the words sounding like they were squeezed from an empty ketchup bottle.

“You know you look like a fucking creep, right?”

“Wha-“

“You’re huddled by a trash can. Watching kids play games.”

Jungkook is fucking horrified.

“NO-I just- I was hiding!!!!”

“...from?”

Jungkook whips around to point at Namjoon, but he’s long disappeared, leaving Jungkook without an excuse.

“Uh-“

“Let me guess; they’re gone?”

Jungkook nods, looking at the ground. Then, he hears the prettiest sound; you’re laughing, loudly, and like you don’t care if anyone hears. It does something to him he can’t describe. The best he can come up with is that he feels warm; cider filling his veins. When he glances up again, your eyes are crinkled in the corners, a small dimple forming at the side of your mouth. God, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Yeah, okay, well you should probably stand up then.”

“Ah-right.” Jungkook stands, but too fast, and he sees stars. He feels your hands bracing him, holding his arm and torso to keep him steady.

“You okay?” You ask, genuine concern across your features, before you quickly let go and brush your hands nervously across your thighs, looking back down at your feet.

“Huh-yeah! I’m good.” Jungkook says, punctuating with a small cough. Your laugh is more nervous this time, quieter. He wants to hear the other laugh again.

“Well, bye, I guess.” you say, backing up, a small smile playing on your features as you turn around and face the crowd. You turn again when you feel Jungkook’s hand around your bicep, a question on your lips. To be honest, Jungkook doesn’t have the answer. He doesn’t remember reaching for you, although he is glad he did. But you look kinda confused and you already think he’s crazy so maybe he should say something? Yeah, probably.

“Do you like cider?” he blurts out.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Why do you ask? You say, stepping out of his grasp. He retracts his hand, looking you in the eyes.

“Uh, my fratmates and I? We’re selling this cider, to raise funds for future events. If you want, I can take you to the booth?”

You look at him, a smile forming on your lips but uncertainty in your eyes.

“I could get you a free glass!” he smiles brightly, holding his breath.

“Mm… okay, well I can’t say no to free.” you say, and he grins, turning towards the direction of the booth. “Even if you’re a creep.”

He whips around to look at you, stunned, his face painting the horror he feels. "I SWEAR-”

And there it is again, a laugh that sings loud for all the world to hear. He feels the tension leave his shoulders as he smiles again.

“Haha, very funny.” He says, shaking his head and leading you towards the booth.

“Hey, what’s your name?” you call to him.

“Oh, sorry! It’s Jungkook.”

You smile at him.

“Well, Jungkook, I better like this cider.”

“You will!” He says, grinning. “I’m sure of it!”

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From the first drink of the cider, you can tell something is wrong. It tastes slightly...what’s the word….bitter? Maybe the cider was left in the sun or something?

“So, what’s in the cider?” you ask, staring into the cup.

“Apples, cinnamon, nutmeg..” he trails off, trying to remember the rest.

“Alcohol of any sort?” you ask, looking at him. His face contorts with confusion.

“No, we couldn’t do that because of the regulations of the booth.”

“Oh.” now you’re just as confused as he is.

“It’s handmade, though. I had a few glasses earlier in the day when we first opened. It doesn’t taste like storebought, it’s not as sweet, but I hope it’s still okay?”

“No! No don’t worry, it’s really good, it’s just not what I expected.” you chug the rest of the glass. “Can I have another?”

Turns out another was a bad idea. You’re at the end of your cider and in the middle of Jungkook’s story about Namjoon accidentally releasing a crab in the common area when you feel it. Your body suddenly feels slow, your thinking slightly swayed, and you know you’re tipsy.

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asks, concern on his features as he bends near you. Your hand stops him by the shoulder, giggles rising in your throat.

“Oh my god, you’re so close.” You say in a slight whisper, nose crinkling as you giggle.

Jungkook is genuinely confused by this. He squints at you for a second before his head tilts to the right.

“What?”

“Hey, uh...?”

“Jungkook.”

“Oh yeah, you told me that earlier, huh!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I forgot.”

“What were you going to say?”

“Oh right. I think I’m a bit tipsy?”

His face drops, and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, seriously, can you taste the cider?”

He quickly gets up and drinks a bit. He feels a bit of warmth in his chest, a warmth he knows isn’t from the temperature of the drink. His heart drops.

“Oh my god Y/N, I am so sorry, I swear to god I didn’t do this on purpose.” the panic in his eyes is telling enough for you.

“Don’t worry! I believe you!” you laugh, smiling at him extra hard so he knows you mean it. You see him relax, and it’s just as cute as before.

“You do?”

“Yeah! I mean, when you offered me cider I kinda assumed it wasn’t gonna be spiked. But! You didn’t mean to! So it’s okay!” You’re trying your best to comfort him, but he still seems like he feels guilty. “But now you gotta take care of me, okay? Deal?”

He cracks a small smile at that.

“Deal.”

_____

Four cups of water and a few hours later, Jungkook can tell that you’re feeling like you again. Thank god. He truly doesn’t know who could have possibly thought of the fucking TERRIBLE idea of spiking the GOD DAMN APPLE CIDER THEY’RE SELLING but he’s going to kick some fucking ASS as soon as he finds out.

“And then she screamed, so I had to chase a god damn spider across the house and find it to release outside so she’d stop freaking out.” You’re laughing, sitting back against the back of the counter, recounting a story about you and your roommate, which he’s only half listening to. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s trying hard to stay focused on you, but he keeps getting distracted. Your hair will fall in front of your eyes, or you’ll rub your hands together, or you’ll shift, and suddenly he’s focused on how relaxed you seem around him, how easy it was to talk to him and open up. He’s both jealous and entranced by you, and it’s intoxicating. He’s sure if anyone heard his thoughts they’d all call bullshit, but he can’t help but to feel as though he’s finally feeling what his hyungs have only been able to describe to him, feeling what the movies and poems and literature all talk about. The more he learns about you, the more he wants to learn about you. A smile pulls at his features as he hears you talk about another incident in which you embarrassed yourself, saying a name wrong on an order in the coffee shop you work at. The blush on your cheeks is so cute, he thinks.

“Jungkook!”

The shout from across the way startles Jungkook, and dread seeps into his veins. Namjoon was on his way back.

“We gotta clean up, man! Start packing up!”

“Shit!” Jungkook whispers, ducking further behind the counter, praying he isn’t seen.

“Who’s that?” you ask, looking to him.

“Namjoon, I guess we’re packing up.” “And I’m guessing you don’t want to pack up?” “Not at all.” He looks at you, a small pang of sadness piercing him as he looks at you. This might be goodbye.

“Then don’t.” you say, a playful look in your eye. He tilts his head in confusion. “Follow me, okay?” He doesn’t have time to argue as you drag him with you, darting across and away from the cider booth. He can’t help but laugh as he sprints across the festival with you, the place barren of people now in the dead of night.

All of the booths are shutting down now, people packing their trucks and cars with tents and tarps and tables. However, the rides still light up the sky in brilliant colors. Jungkook sighs a little at the sight before he feels your pull to the left.

You both now face the Monkey Maze, blindingly bright against the stars, neon greens and yellows searing into your corneas. You pull at his hand and loop you both around the back.

“The Monkey Maze?” Jungkook smiles, a question on his lips.

“Well, we need a place to hide, funhouses happen to be my favorite attraction, and it’s supposedly out of order today. So, we’re sneaking in.” “We’re sneaking in?”

“Jungkook??” Taehyung calls, and Namjoon closely follows.

“Okay, we’re sneaking in,” Jungkook says with a curt nod, before opening the back entrance.

Inside, the colored lights are still on in the mirrored maze, reflecting reds and blues on your features. You slow down as your hand reaches a dead end in the maze.

“Ah, fuck. I was never good at these.” You frown. His laugh bounces off of the walls.

“Me either.”

“Let’s stop a bit?” You say, your breath a bit ragged. He nods, leaning against the mirrored wall.

“Thank you.” You say, looking at the ground. He looks up, confused.

“For?”

“For taking care of me.” You smile.

“It’s the least I could do, really. Thank you for saving me from booth cleanup. I’m sorry I even dragged you into all this.”

“Yeah, drugging me after I catch you creepin’ on children at a festival? So not cool.”

He smacks your arm playfully, and that true laugh of yours bounces around the walls, singing around his frame. His heart feels a bit lighter.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute.” You say, taking in his features.

Its silent for a moment after that, both of your hearts pounding. He’s trying desperately to think of what to say. He wishes he could hear you talk for hours, but he doesn’t know what questions to ask. Honestly, more than anything, he wants to know what you’re thinking. He looks at your reflection in the mirror, searching for those answers he’s looking for.

Your gaze meets his in the mirror, a silent question in your eyes. He isn’t exactly sure what you’re asking, but he knows his breathing stops for a moment as he scans your features.

His answer is found in the form of your lips on his, a gentle caress of his face, a tender touch bringing him closer to you. He gasps into your touch, tension leaving his body entirely, until suddenly he stiffens, pulling away from you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, hesitance in your words.

“Are you sober?” He asks, leaning down to meet your gaze.

“Yes.” you say, smiling.

“Are you sure?” He questions, scanning your face for anything that could say otherwise.

“I promise you, I am.” You say, meeting his eyes in earnest. He breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again, a sense of urgency behind it, as if he’s been holding back. You smile into the kiss, and so he smiles too, and then he relaxes once more. Something about this exchange brings confidence in him that he hadn’t felt before this moment and he lifts you up, pressing your back against the mirror behind you and wrapping your legs around his torso, allowing this position to get closer to your body as he trails his kisses downward. His mind is buzzing as he feels you against him, never wanting this to end, just wanting to get closer and closer. He kisses your neck, a small press of his tongue against your pulse point before his lips kiss the skin under his touch, his teeth graze your neck as he moves towards your ear to speak to you.

“Is this okay?” he says in a low register, his voice husky and soft all at the same time. You shudder.

“Yes, god, more than okay.” You manage, speaking as low as you can, your voice coming out in a shattered whisper. He smiles against your skin before trailing his kisses downward. His hands reach for your shirt hem, hesitating, and you quickly rip the material from your body, leaving yourself exposed to him. A small groan dies in the back of his throat as he visibly glitches.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn beautiful,” he says in a whisper, with so much sincerity that you tear up a little bit.

“Can I.. Can I go down on you?” he asks, a small voice that doesn’t match such a bold statement. To be honest, he’s never done this before. His other partners haven’t liked such a thing, so he’s never gotten a chance to try it. But he knows his hyungs like it, and he knows that he really fucking wants to. You nod with an urgency that excites him, and he grins. You grin back, a bit of nervousness in your eyes. Cute. He kisses your neck once more before lowering you back on your feet. You go to take your jeans off, but you’re fumbling, so he reaches forward to help you, pulling your jeans off, hooking your underwear at the same time. You blush as you step out of your jeans.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. Cute. He offers a nod in return before returning to kissing you, pressing your body against the mirror and kissing down your chest. You buck into his touch, which only encourages him forward. He grabs behind your thighs and picks you up before pulling you to him, setting your thighs roughly on his shoulders before he starts kissing, inner thighs covered in his touch. He can tell he’s doing okay by the way you gasp into his touch, pulling him closer to you by his hair. His brain has effectively shut down, unnecessary thoughts and concerns and anxieties muffled in the background, and he’s able to focus on you, on the way you quiver under his touch, on the way your thigh curves so delicately, on the way your hips have small dents and stretch marks that wrap around towards your navel, on the way that you’re dripping, waiting for his tongue.

Fuck.

He shudders before following his desire, kissing right above your clit, before licking a stripe into your folds. You moan against his touch, tension releasing from your thighs as you trust his grip. He’s lost for a minute in your taste, lust overtaking his mind for the moment, and a soft moan rumbles in his chest. He holds you steady, his hands gripping your thighs, as he gets to work, taking his time as he finds out how you tick. Less here, more here, and definitely more there. His favorite reaction is when he dips his tongue beyond your folds, reaching as far as he can inside of you, pressing his face into your cunt, and you shudder under his touch, your moan drawn out and low in register. He stays there for a moment, fingers digging into your thighs as he strokes you with his tongue, keeping you from moving away from his grip. He then moves back up to your clit, gentle but targeted strokes of his tongue against you as you squirm, getting closer to coming. He moves between the two for a while, gauging what you want based on how you move under his tongue.

“F-fuck- Jungkook, I’m going to come-” You breathe out, voice rising to a whine at that end. And damn, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He moans against you, lapping at your clit, then moves down, licking a stripe down your folds before eating you out, pressing his face against you and pulling you closer to him, thighs now clasping around his head as you shake against him. His nose brushes against your clit as he continues to press his mouth against your folds and the stimulation becomes too much, your body shaking as you come on his tongue. Your grip loosens and then tightens on his hair, your thighs holding his head in place, and he shivers at the touch, cleaning you up with his tongue. Your body relaxes, bodyweight back on his shoulders as you drop your grip from his head, and he kisses down your thighs before meeting eye contact with you.

Your eyes are completely blown out, half-closed and gazing down at him, breathing heavy. Jungkook gulps, nearly choking on air.

“Let me down,” you say, a softness to your voice unfamiliar to him. So he does, lowering you from his shoulders. You kiss him once, slow and a bit sloppy, before you push him back. He inches backward on his knees until you’re satisfied and then watches as you bend for him, on your knees, ass up, your face resting on your forearms.

“Uh-wait-” he says, voice coming out slightly panicky. You shoot upright.

“Do you not want..?” You ask, concern etched to your features.

“No! I mean god, yes, but- just-” he rips off his shirt and gestures for you to move. You inch over a bit and he sets his shirt down, spreading it out for you.

“There,” he says, looking down. “It’s dirty.” he offers, blushing a little. You smile softly.

“Thank you,” you say, moving onto the shirt. He smiles a bit, a nervous breath leaving him.

“Um-I don’t have protection with me, uh..” he starts to panic, patting his pockets for his wallet, which he left at the FUCKING booth, god damn it-

“I do,” you say, pulling a condom from your pocket. “They were handing these out for free, so…”

There’s silence for a moment.

“God bless sex ed tents.”

You laugh, his absurdly serious response taking you off guard, and he can’t help but laugh too before taking the condom and tearing the package. He holds it in his teeth while he scoots closer to you, then rolls his jeans off, exposing himself to you. He doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath as you take him in. He feels a puff of pride settle into his posture and he smirks, taking the condom and rolling it onto his dick. When he looks up, you’re kissing him again, pressing your body to his. It only takes him a moment to react, hands reaching for your waist and pulling you closer. He cradles the back of your head with his hand, holding you close to him, taking in the feeling of being with you. You break the kiss, giggling, and then bend for him again. He takes a moment to take you in, the curve of your spine, the way you’re waiting so eager for him. He’s stunned, at a loss for words.

“Hey, Jungkook?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Right.”

He grips your hips and pulls himself closer to you, the gasp that leaves your body only egging him on. He pushes his dick into you, slowly, glancing at you in the mirror, waiting for your reaction. It doesn’t disappoint him; you press back into him, eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook-” you gasp but he grips your hip and buries his dick in your throbbing pussy before you can finish your sentence, effectively cutting you off.

“What?” he says, breathy, but his crooked smile is telling that he’s feeling a bit cocky right now.

“Oh my god, just fuck me-” he interrupts again, pulling back just to slam into you again. A choked moan spills from your mouth.

“Fuck you? Like this?”

“f-Fuc-”

“Faster?” he says, slamming into you again, and then again, picking up his pace. Your breath hitches before you melt into his touch, resting your head on your forearms and arching your back further. You open your eyes to look to the right, seeing him pound into you in the mirror, his body outlined in dark crimson from the lights above. He sees this and makes eye contact with you in the mirror, sweat starting to build on his forehead. His hair curls a bit from the moisture, and he smiles in your direction. It’s a tainted smile, a smile you hadn’t seen from him before, and it stirs something within you.

“Talk to me, Y/N, is this what you want?” His breath is ragged now as he fights himself for the control he wants.

“Oh my- god-” He slams into you, harder than before, and grips your hair, pulling your head up near him. A choked moan falls from your mouth and he leans to your ear.

“What was that?” he says. You nod, and he smiles, his fingers letting go of your hair and wrapping around your neck, squeezing the sides.

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear, and watches as the hair on your neck rises. You start to press back into him, and he moans, throwing his head back. When he looks back, he catches your gaze in the mirror in front of you both, and he groans at the sight. You look so fucked out, your hair disheveled and your eyes lit with lust. He pulls out, panting. You straighten and whip around, genuine anger in your eyes.

“What-WHY- I was-”

Jungkook kisses you deeply, hands going to your shoulders, and he starts to climb over you, straddling your body and lowering you slowly to the shirt underneath you.

“I just wanted to see you like this.” Jungkook says softly, breath fanning over your face, his eyes looking for any sign of discomfort. “Is this okay?”

You seem to be taken off guard, your features melting into a wide smile.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

He smiles and pushes into you again, the smile faltering on his features as he feels you around him once again. A moan falls from his lips and he buries his face in your neck for a moment as he finds momentum again. You buck under him, whispers and moans of encouragement spilling off of your tongue, and his confidence is back.

“You’re so good to me-god. So beautiful, So- so beautiful..” he mumbles, panting. He’s reaching his end.

“Oh my god-Jungkook, harder-”

You don't have to tell him twice. He lifts his head and pounds into you, reveling in your moans inches from his face, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes the sides. He shivers as a small smile plasters your face.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes..” you say through your teeth, panting heavily.

“You take me so well, Y/N, fuck, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” he says, his voice leaving him, leaving behind ghosts of words that float off his tongue.

“For you,” you say, looking at him through half-closed eyes, a playful smile on your face.

Oh, he’s a goner.

He pulls pack and slams into you, picking up his pace, coming towards his end. He’s a bit sloppier now, but the pace is consistent enough, and you tumble over to your climax, gasping in air and eyes rolling back. He slows his pace as he watches you come undone underneath him, feeling you pulse around him, and finally relax, body melting into the floor underneath you, and he comes to his end, loosening his grip on your neck and biting onto your shoulder, moaning at his release. He pulls out gently, making sure he didn’t hurt you, and lays next to you, running his hands up and down your arm, hyper-focused on the way you relax under his touch.

It’s silent for a moment after, except for breaths echoing off of the mirrored walls of the funhouse. Then, your laugh, tired but still as bright as before. Jungkook laughs too.

“Damn,” you say, a smile permanently etched on your features. “That was fun.”

“Is that why they call it a funhouse?”

You smack his arm and he laughs harder.

Then, the lights go out. You gasp, and he fumbles for his phone.

He turns on the flashlight and starts scanning the floor for items, picking up your shirt and handing it to you. You only fumble for a second before you grab it, slipping it on. He grabs his shirt and puts it on too, brushing off the dirt from the ground, then tucks his shirt into his jeans. He then turns to you.

“I’m gonna say that’s our cue.”

You laugh and nod.

“I think you’re right.”

After running into the mirrors like eight times, you both step onto the grass and take off running to the end of the fairgrounds, seeing only what’s in the range Jungkook’s phone flashlight. When you stop, you’re both out of breath, gasping for air and laughing softly.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say softly, a blush hinting at your cheeks.

“Does it just have to be tonight?” Jungkook says, concern furrowing his brows. It feels like forever until you answer.

“Well, it will be if you don’t ask for my phone number.”

“Ah. Hey, uh, Y/N, can I have-”

“God damn it, give me your phone.” You laugh. He hands it to you, scratching the back of his neck. You hand it back and kiss him gently.

“Walk me to my car?” You say, and he nods, taking your hand in his.

_____

“JUNGKOOOOOOOK!” Taehyung yells as soon as Jungkook opens the door. “Yo, did you hear Jin spiked the cider?”

“Jin?” Jungkook says, stopping dead in his tracks at the news.

He’s going to fucking kill the man.

“Yeah man! Guess he wanted us to have fun or something. It was a riot. We went to go tell you, but couldn’t find you. Where were you?”

“Uh… long story.” he says before he walks into the kitchen, unsure if he wants to share about you just yet. He’ll keep you to himself a little longer.

“Huh. yeah, guess we all had a day then.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook mumbles, more focused on pouring a glass of milk than Taehyung’s story. He puts the milk back in the fridge and starts to drink from the cup.

“Yeah, accidentally drugged a girl and everything.”

Jungkook chokes, sputtering milk on his socks.

“What?” he gasps out, wiping milk from his face.

“Long story.” he grins, his boxy smile infectious. “I’ll tell you later. Night!”

Taehyung goes to his bedroom, leaving a stunned Jungkook in the kitchen. He reaches for his phone, shaking his head.

Jungkook: Did you make it home safely?

Y/N: Yes, thank you <3

He smiles, a bit taken back by the heart. It’s probably harmless, but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t skip a beat.

Jungkook: I want to see you again.

Jungkook: Would you want to go on a date with me?

He sends it before he can second guess it. A few minutes go by, in which Jungkook paces the kitchen. The phone dings and he scrambles for it, looking at the screen.

Y/N: What are you doing tomorrow around 7?

_____

a/n: and that’s it! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think.

Here are the other works in this group!

Wild Ride (Namjoon x Reader)

Spiked (Taehyung x Reader)

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bo-bo-bean · 4 years ago

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Octonauts Game Night

(Since there are no requests, I wrote something for Octonauts!! Hope you all enjoy!)

(Warning; LOOOOONG)

Octonauts Game Night

It was a calm night in the octopod. Everyone was lounging around, nothing to do. Dashi went through her old photos while Captain Barnacles was watching the window, seeing fish and aquatic mammals flowing through the water in peace. He would typically be happy there was no trouble… but today felt oh so slow. Kwazii seemed to have agreed, letting out a long groan.

“There has to be some sort of adventure, matey!” he told no one in particular. Everyone only made a noise in agreement, Shellington looking up from his book that he has read for the fifth time today, giving a nod.

“I wish there was some sort of creature to examine, maybe a new seaweed. I’d even take a new type of rock…” he huffed out, his bang fluttering with his head tilting backwards.

“Now, Octonauts,” the captain settled everyone down. “I’m sure there will be something.”

“Well, let’s hope so,” Kwazii whined. “I’ll be ready for anything! Swashbucklin’ with the swordfish! Finding a new monster or beast!”

“That are fictional…” Shellington could only mutter under his breath. Captain Barnacles could now tell things were going to get tenser and tenser until a fight breaks out, so he made a decision, sprouting out words.

“Game night!” he clapped his hands. This got everyone’s attention, interests peeking. “Yes! A game night sounds wonderful…!”

“I agree!” Peso beamed, happy it’ll be something where no one would get hurt. But he had his first aid kit with him, just in case.

“Ah, what shall we play then? Checkers?” Professor Inkling offered.

“Charades, perhaps!” Dashi stood up, putting her camera down.

“Maybe pictionary!” Shellington beamed.

“Arrgh, lancing sounds like a suitable game!” Kwazii stood up on the table. Peso gulped and held his first aid kit close to his chest.

“M-maybe something less dangerous…?” he asked. “Like… hide and seek!”

“Ah, I’ll find ya’ll in under five minutes if we play that,” Tweak bragged a little. “I should suggest, tag, though! Get the blood pumpin’!” The mention of blood made Peso turn pale. Tunip chirped an option, all heads turning to Shellington for a translation.

“I don’t think we can play tug of war, Tunip,” he giggled. “We haven’t a strong enough rope.”

Everyone began to clamour about their opinion on what to play, the polar bear scratching his chin in thought, then his eyes lit up.

“Ah, everyone! Idea!” he shouted. His deep voice roared through their own voices, everyone turning to face him. “Deep Sea Adventure!” With those three words, everyone’s eyes lit up and all agreed. The vegimals went to make snacks with Shellington’s help, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles bringing out a large table from storage. Peso brought in a mat covered in squares, having the design of islands and villages and caves. Tweak and Dashi brought in the chairs, Mr. Inkling getting the rule boards and books from his library.

Deep Sea Adventure was a game played by the Octonauts many times. It was like a roleplaying game where they make their characters and their actions are depended on by two dice.

“Has anyone seen the dice?” Dashi wondered. Looking under the table. Everyone began to search around, Shellington even searching his own satchel, just in case. This gave Kwazii a gasp as he ran to his chest in his room. He dug through some old treasure maps, little gold doubloons, and his great grandfather’s Calico Jack’s telescope and eventually fished out some dice. He slid down the octotube and presented them as if they were some sort of rubies.

“I got some, me hearties!” he proclaimed. The vegimals cheered, Kwazii seeing a display of fish biscuits, five varieties of kelp cakes, muffins, a bowl of popcorn, another of peanuts, and mugs of cocoa scattered on the surface. “Well, this looks like a night fit for a pirate on his night off!”

“Well let’s start, shall we?” the bear clapped his hands again. We’ll need to split into teams of two.”

Shellington and Professor Inkling beamed at each other, high fiving each other with tentacle and paw. Barnacles nodded at them. “Shellington and Inkling are one. Kwazii, want to be on my team?”

“‘Tis be an honor!!” Kwazii nodded.

“I call Dashi on my team!” Tweak raised her hand, Dashi laughing, them both holding hands.

“Girl power!” Dashi cheered.

“Right on that!”

“And then Peso and Tunip?” Barnacles asked them. They both nodded, Tunip trilling with excitement.

“Do the other vegimals want to play?” Shellington asked the little creature. Turnip chirped and shook his head. “Ah, too busy gardening? Well, we’ll at least save them some snacks.”

“And the loot once the captain and I win it!!” Kwazii laughed.

“Ohoho, you want to bet, do you?” Inkling playfully jeered.

“Don’t think you want to take that bet, Kwazii,” Shellington giggled, taking his seat. Inkling took his seat next to him, them both already whispering.

“Well, let’s do our best and have fun, Tunip!” Peso cheered on his own team. Tunip cheered in agreement, taking a seat and Peso plopping himself next to him. Captain Barnacles sat at the front, Kwazii taking the chair next to him. Dashi and Tweak sat together as well and soon, everyone was quiet. Barnacles took out a cardboard folded five times mat and looked at it, looking at a scenario. He rolled the dice, counted it, and then nodded.

“Okay! Here’s the scenario,” he started. “Inkling and Shellington are holding the treasure.” Everyone turned their heads to them, the two laughing hysterically. “It’s up to us to get it while they can set up any traps or travel to wherever they want. But, it all depends on the number of dice rolled. 2 means failure, 3 going on to be a fail, but tried attempt, and so on. Twelve means they get automatic privileges to whatever they wish to do.”

“Aaargh, last time, didn’t they bamboozle us with a ship full of monkeys…!?” Kwazii groaned.

“Well, it was funny, so I’d say it was worth it,” Inkling added his input, making Shellington laugh more.

“R-remember when you wanted to fight but rolled a three…!?” he wheezed out. Kwazii’s cheeks and ears flushed with embarrassment. “You fell into the wahahahater hahahahaha!!!”

“M-mayhaps, matey!” He quickly gained composure. “Just wait, though! Soon, you will be fighting the monkeys!” This sent everyone into fits of laughter, the captain smiling. This was a wonderful sight, seeing his crew laugh and be happy. It truly warmed his heart. He looked at the mat and looked at Dashi and Tweak.

“If you two can answer a question about marine biology, then you will go first. But if you answer incorrectly, then someone else gets the chance to steal.”

“Shoot!” Dashi beamed. Tweak seemed as excitable as she was.

“What male aquatic animal has babies?” he asked. Shellington almost blurted out the answer, but covered his mouth. Of course, the marine biologist was close to bursting with knowledge.

“Um… I think… that’s a seahorse, right?” Dashi asked.

“Correct!” he nodded. “Everyone gather your pieces and Dashi and Tweak may.. Well… what’s your team name?”

“Girl Power!!” they both answered with glee. He chuckled and looked at Kwazii.

“We should call ourselves the Swashbuckling Pirates of Red Beard’s Cursed Ship of Treasures and Glory!”

“... maybe just Pirates of Red Beard will be suitable,” he chuckled, his attention focusing on Peso and Tunip.

“We’ll be the Small but Fierce!” Peso answered for them both.

“Ya got that right, matey!” Kwazii approved of their name. Peso giggled in response, Barnacles looking at Shellington and Inkling. They both whispered and then looked at the captain.

“We were going to say The Winners, but perhaps Marine Match will suit better!” Inkling proposed.

“Okay! We have team names! Get a piece everyone and let’s start!”

Girl Power took a pink squid piece, Pirate’s of Red Beard taking a red Seahorse piece, Small but Fierce taking a blue shark and the Marine Match grabbing a green Sea Turtle piece. Dashi and Tweak both talked as everyone set up their pieces. Inkling put their piece at the end of the mat where the X is since they had the treasure. The goal of the same was to defeat everyone on the board. The others were supposed to take the treasure.

“Okay, we want to move…!” Dashi said. She took the dice and rolled it, seeing seven. Tweak moved their piece seven squares. The dice also allowed movement, but you could only move and not act in the same turn.

“Oh, our turn, Tunip!” Peso smiled. “We’ll be safe and move.” Tunip took the dice in his little hands and tossed them down, getting a twelve. “Good roll, Tunip!!” The creature cheered as Peso moved their piece. Barnacles looked at Kwazii, who was the KING of Deep Sea Adventures.

“Captain, I say we launch an attack to the Marine Match!” he proudly said. Barnacles chuckled and nodded, grabbing the dice and tossing them within his paws.

“And how do we attack?” he asked. But, out of sheer luck, he knew the answer. “Canons?”

“H-how did you know!?” he gasped.

“Heh, captain knows his crew,” he winked, tossing the dice down.

“Also, you use the same move as the first move every time,” Dashi giggled.

“I-I do not!”

“Fifteen,” Shellington pointed out, holding up a piece paper, where at the top it said ‘Times when Kwazii attacked a team with a canon as his first turn.’ and underneath were fifteen talleymarks.

“Shiver me whiskers, that can’t be right!” Kwazii lifted his eyepatch in shock.

“... oh you’re right,” Shellington smiled, adding another talleymark. “Sixteen. Thank you for pointing that out..!”

The cat grumbled and looked at the dice as they chose a side. It rolled to… two.

“Canon backfires and hits the Red Beards. They deal five damage points.”

“What…!? I call treason!” Everyone laughed, even the captain and eventually, Kwazii joined along. Shellington took the dice and looked at Inkling, them both whispering.

“They are always the same team,” Dashi noticed.

“Well, they are the brains,” Peso smiled. “And they are very good at the game.”

“Oh, not this time, mateys!”

“We choose to make a barricade around our area,” Shellington smiled. “With concrete and bricks.”

Professor Inkling rolled the dice, rolling it to a nine.

“You both build a structurally sound barricade, but it will need nine hits to be taken down,” Captain announced. They both nodded and high fived each other.

“... aye… they be smart…” Kwazii scoffed. “We’ll need nine canon turns now!”

“Um, Kwazii, I think it would be smart, and safe, to use the rest of our turns not trying to kill ourselves,” Barny laughed.

“No risk, no win!”

“... big risk, big lose,” the captain corrected him. Kwazii groaned as Tweak rolled the dice.

“What should we do, Dashi?” she asked.

“Hmm… let’s go to the village by boat,” she smiled. “So let’s keep moving.”

Tweak tossed down the dice, getting eight and moving eight spaces. Just five more until the village. Kwazii took the dice, Barnacles speaking out before Kwazii could say canons again.

“U-um, how about we move, Kwazii?” he suggested.

“Ooouggh, fine, but we will get this booty if it’s the last thing I do…!”

He rolled, getting ten. They moved ten spaces, Peso rolling the dice. Tunip chirped, Peso glancing at Shellington.

“He wishes to attack us using a ram,” he answered, to which Tunip spoke to Shellington. “Heh, it’s alright, Tunip, no need to apologize. It’s just a game.”

With that permission, Peso tossed down the dice, getting ten.

“Ooh…!” Captain beamed. You ram into their barricade with success! Roll again to see how much you hit.”

Peso let Tunip roll, him getting three.

“Three hits, barricade is now down to six hits away…!”

“Ha! Now we only need SIX canons!” Kwazii laughed heartily.

“What is with ya and canons?” Tweak questioned. Shellington took the dice, the duo both whispering again and then nodded.

“Heh, sorry, Tunip and Peso, but we choose to attack,” Shellington spoke.

“With canons,” Inkling finished.

“My signature move!!” Kwazii yelled out. The otter tossed the dice down, rolling a twelve. Tunip fainted, Peso gasping.

“Hits are directed and do twice the damage. Roll again.”

Each team was given twenty health points, so it was a big risk. Inkling took the dice and rolled it, the sides each landing three. “Six, so Team Small but Fierce take twelve damage.” Tunip had just woken up to the news, fainting again.

“Grrrgh, pure luck, I say!” Kwazii made an excuse. Shellington giggled and tossed the dice to the girls.

“Well… we’ll get revenge, Kwazii!” Tweak laughed. “What do ya say, Dash?”

“I agree! We attack with clubs!”

“Haha, get them!” Kwazii cheered. However, the dice rolled to a four.

“You attempted to attack with clubs, but they fall in the water.”

“... well we tried,” Tweak shrugging, leaning back and munching on a carrot. Kwazii sighed, hearing Shellington’s giggle again. He sneered and took the dice.

“I attack with tickles!!”

“Ti-what?” Captain Barnacles blinked. Kwazii rolled the dice, not caring what it landed on and pounced on Shellington, squeezing his sides. The otter erupted in bubbly laughter, kicking his legs.

“K-Kwahahahzeeheehee hahahaha!! Staahaahahap it’s nahahaahaaht part hahahahahaaha!! Of the gaahahahahaame!!”

“It is now, me hearty!!” the playful cat moved his paws up to his ribs, Shellington squealing and trying to push away Kwazii.

“Nooohahahaha pleeheeheease!!! Hahahaahaha!!! C-cahaahan’t breheeheeheeheeathe!!!! Caahahahap hehehehelp!!”

Captain Barnacles laughed and went over, pulling Kwazii up from Shellington, who was lifted by Professor Inkling. He let out little giggles as Kwazii looked mighty proud of himself, sitting back down.

“... well that was our turn,” Barnacles chuckled.

“Are you okay, Shellington?” Peso wondered.

“Y-yeahahah…” he giggled out. Peso nodded, happy his friend was okay, and rolled the dice in his flippers.

“Tunip, I say we move closer,” he told the vegimal. Tunip nodded in agreement. Peso tossed the dice down, getting twelve again. “Flappity Flippers! Another twelve!”

“Ya got the lucky streak, me hearties!” Kwazii pumped his fist. They moved twelve spaces, close to a cave.

Inkling took the dice and whispered to Shellington, then he looked at his captain.

“Captain, we choose to fix our barricade.” Barnacles nodded as Mr. Inkling rolled a nine, the barricade now fifteen points strong. The polar bear took the dice and rolled it, deciding to move, Kwazii agreeing. So far, it seemed Peso was getting closer and closer to the treasure. The girls moved to the village and rolled to get items, which they succeeded.

“What did we get…!?” Dashi eagerly asked.

“Two apples, three suits of armor, an unknown box, and you both gained any health you lost.”

The two high fived with both paws, whooping. Peso rolled, looking at Tunip… and gulped.

“I want to explore the cave,” he said. “Or… we would.”

“You sure?” Captain Barnacles wondered. They both nodded, Peso rolling the dice down, it going to four.

“Hmm… you tried to explore, but it was too dark for you, so you evade the cave.”

Peso let out a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed. Although, he knew what he was going to do next turn. Shellington took the dice, whispering to Inkling again, however, this whispering session seemed to be taking longer.

“I wonder what they’re planning,” Captain Barnacles wondered.

“I’ll tickle him again if he takes longer,” Kwazii promised. A few minutes later, they nodded and looked at the captain.

“We choose to stay.”

“Wh-all of that for staying!?” Kwazii gawked. Since they didn’t attack or move, they didn’t need to roll, but Shellington didn’t give the dice back.

“But we do wish to send supplies to heal Small but Fierce,” he smiled. Peso gasped with a smile, Tunip cheering. Captain Barnacles smiled fondly as Shellington rolled the dice, getting a nine.

“They get nine points in health…!” he announced.

“Wow… thank you, Shellington!” Peso smiled. Shellington nodded back.

Kwazii took the dice and looked at their piece and at the mat with the x mark. He tapped his chin.

“... captain, I say we attack,” he said.

“Again?” Barnacles wondered.

“Ah, but this time! I got a plan!” he beamed. “I want to attack.. With monkeys!!!!” With that, he threw the dice down, them tumbling around… and landing on twelve. Shellington and Inkling gasped, looking up as Barnacles was even surprised. He read out the situation.

“... well, we send out a boat of monkeys. They take down the barricade Marine Match make.”

“Drat…!” Inkling groaned.

Tweak quickly took the dice and rolled.

“We choose to attack with monkeys!!” she shouted. It rolled to a nine, Shellington and Inkling looking at each other.

“The Marine Match take nine damage!”

“We choose to attack with monkeys!” Peso also cheered.

“Oh, this seems hardly fair now…!” Shellington stuttered. Peso rolled the dice and got a twelve. Barnacles looked at the open mouthed otter and dumbo octopus, him shrugging.

“Marine Match are defeated.”

“Noooo!” Shellington yelled out. “Ah well… good team effort, Inkling!”

“And to you, Shellington…!” Professor Inkling shook his paw, wrapping his tentacle around it.

“The treasure is up for grabs…!” Barnacles proclaimed. "Everyone roll, except Shellington and Inkling.” They both shrugged, eating after all of that excitement. “Whoever gets the highest number… gets the treasure.”

“Me first!!!” Kwazii yelled, grabbing the cubes and tossing them haphazardly. They landed on five. “Haha, beat that, me hearties!”

Tweak took the challenge and rolled it, but got four. Barnacles rolled after, getting seven and Dashi getting six. Peso took the dice… but gave it to Tunip.

“I choose Tunip to roll for both of us…!” he smiled. Tunip chirped excitedly and rolled. They all watched the dice flail on its corners and sides… and land both sixes. Peso screamed in delight as Barnacles proudly announced.

“Team Small but Fierce wins the game!!!”

They all cheered and clapped, Barnacles chuckling and looking at the time. “Oh wow…! It’s near midnight!”

“It… it is?” Shellington checked before following with a yawn.

“Well, time passes by with fun…!” Tweak chuckled, stretching.

“Well, let’s clean up and then let’s head to bed. Congratulations, Peso and Tunip…!”

And so, everyone began to clean up, putting away the table and mats, Shellington and Tunip offering the rest of the snacks to the vegimals and everyone went to their rooms, but not before Kwazii turned to Barnacles.

“We’ll get ‘em next time, cap!” he pumped his fist. The captain chuckled with a yawn.

“Perhaps, Kwazii, perhaps,” he smiled. “But… maybe less canons and tickling, hm?”

“I’ll think about it.”

He left, the captain laughing and turning off the lights and heading to bed. There may have been no critters to save… but they sure did have an adventure.

@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake

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redstainedsocks · 5 years ago

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Meditation

Warnings: dehumanization, people as pets, fucky thought processes and reliance on abuser, box boy universe

Tag list: @haro-whumps @theycomeinthrees @whumpthisway , @samanddeaninpanties , @teachunks , @draganies @pepperonyscience , @whump-it , @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @untilthepainstarts

Just a little one this time! For world building purposes I feel it’s pertinent to point out that Emile owns the shop but doesn’t live above it. Kit, however, does. So he’s left all alone upstairs almost every time that the shop isn’t open (and the pets up for sale are downstairs in the back rooms.). Yes this is probably not safe, Emile is very irresponsible and negligent, and we can all be mad at him.

[Beginning] [Prev]

Most days his meditation happened once Emile left him for the night. It never occurred to him not to do it. Or at least, when it did occur to him, he pushed the thought aside and did it anyway. He still clasped the front of his collar onto the hook in the wall with the short metal rod, knelt with his back straight so he didn't choke and he thought about… things.

The things he thought he was supposed to know.

My name is Kit.

Is it? I don't remember if it really is.

My name is Kit.

I have a name. I exist.

I belong to Emile.

I live where Emile tells me to live. I do what Emile tells me to do.

I want to be good.

I want to feel something good.

I will behave.

I try to behave. It's never enough. There's always something else, something more.

I will be a good example, and complete my chores.

I don't want to be punished.

I am a pet. I live to serve, and look pretty, and be pleasing.

I am alive. I want to be able to want things.

There is nothing more for me to do, pleasing my betters is the only goal.

I wish there was something better.

Emile is good to me.

Emile isn't here. Why do I still do this?

Emile chose me.

He bought me. What am I worth to him? Do I live up to what he paid for me?

I am his. I belong here.

I want to belong. But it's not here. Nobody deserves this. I am nobody and I don't deserve this.

He sighed and sagged. He slumped down to feel the dig of the collar around his neck, the choking weight that tethered him to the wall. It was grounding. He wheezed through several painful breaths and stared blankly at the wall that was so close to his nose it was hard to focus on, and tried to clear his mind.

He had to be good, to be better. He knelt straight, and breathed deeply. He started again.

My name is Kit.

I have a name. I exist.

I belong.

That's enough, that has to be enough.

#box boy universe #Kit’s Story #people as pets #tw: dehumanization #gaslighting #(just to be safe)#(not sure where this lands on that scale)#controlling behaviour

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memcaked · 4 years ago

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send him home in a limejuice tub!

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya & Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya & Hanekoma Sanae, Sakuraba Neku & Honjo Sota

Characters: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya, Sakuraba Neku, Hanekoma Sanae, Honjo Sota

Additional tags: Alternate viewpoint, Mostly canon dialogue, Week 2 Day 6, Introspective, Character study, Gift fic, TWEWY Secret Valentine, Not beta read

Summary: Joshua looks down at his hands for the first time. Almighty, almost a month and he forgot what it was like to be physical. Instincts, skin, nails - unchipped, rounded, inch-long keratin buried into the heels of his palms, threatening to break his skin.

Beginning notes: This was made for ShibuyaPharmacy as part of the TWEWY Secret Valentine event. She asked for art or writing with Joshua, Minamimoto, or Fret, so obviously it meant I had to enact one of my TWEWY ideas rolling around in my brain for this. Inspired by a tumblr post which I can sadly not find written by @/shadnoise analysing Joshua's body language in this scene, and pushed out today for my headcanon birthday for Joshua. Happy birthday to this anime game guy who hasn't left my brain for years I think its because we share a star sign

Body:

No matter how Joshua’s beams of light should be vaporising the Taboo noise the sound of them being Erased is always the same: screeching, scraping, like the coalescing of Shibuya soul and the something Minamimoto put into the refinery sigil roiling in its soul code. It's the same discordant chords striking their way across Shibuya this week. They’re awful, through and through - Joshua hacks on their smoke-and-oil stench, whether it's a horn or a kick or quills they leave his skin stinging and red. Taboo noise were nothing, a mystery untold until this week and it doesn’t do anything to convince him that this place can be saved when it's able to foster the frenzied supernoise brainchild of some young Officer with a usurper fantasy. Sanae would tell him J, you always think everyone’s out to get you, and he didn’t believe Joshua when he cited his evidence. As he feels himself falling out of the Noise plane he argues with Strawnae that his attempted murderer has learnt how to breed the dark arts and if he’ll even let him go he’s meant to be doing it thinking he shouldn’t be so negative and everyone he meets is an angel.

They drop back into the UG, or only Neku as he floats in the air. Down on the ground he’s planted to his feet, looking expectantly on wounded, Erased-to-be Sota. He should’ve put the unpartnered timers on their hands before he gave up his powers and his clairvoyance, has to count it by himself with one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi, four, without any ticking clock that he can see or divine when it’ll happen. “You OK?”

“Yeah... you saved my ass,” Sota cracks a half-smile, the muscles on the left side of his face going limp. His chuckle is half-hearted, a little pained. He knows his erasure is inevitable to be genuine about it, Joshua thinks along with eleven mississippi. “Heh, for now, anyway. I lost Nao... I don't have much longer.” He groans, body shaking as his voice cracks and a second of static courses through him.

Neku droops, his hair falling under his eyes, head buried in collar, spine slumped. “If... if we'd gotten here sooner--” Twenty two mississippi, twenty three mississippi.

“Ain't your fault, dawg. I wasn't strong enough. End of story,” He wheezes, gags a little trying to get the air back. The static flashes repeat, repeat, the pauses closing in. “Neku and Joshua, right?” Joshua lifts his head up, makes eye contact with Sota.

“Yeah.”

“You two survive,” The right side of his face falls. thirty nine mississippi, forty mississippi, “Get your old partner back,” He painfully clings to the last happy face he has, static almost falling out of his screwed-up eyes. “I hope all three of ya get back safe.”

He’s Erased with a buzzed heave, gone in a flash and a crackle. Sota Honjo, small-time criminal, Nao’s partner(-in-crime), joins her in Shibuya’s soul. Sixty mississippi. Neku runs into his spot, the crest of a building’s tall shadow, squinting towards the silver-lined rooftops. He shakes his fist, voice crashing up an octave, “Fucking reapers!”

“Angry, I see,” Joshua lowers himself down, huffing when he scuffs his sneakers on the pavement. When Neku whips his mink-lithe body around Joshua almost hears cracking bones.

“Hell yes, I’m angry!” The vessels in his eyes look swollen red, like if he has to feel for any moment longer they’ll burst into blood and tears.

“So what?” Joshua isn’t particularly interested in making eye contact with Neku - he runs the stopwatch in his head again. “At least you’re still in the game.”

Neku lunges two steps forward, the same shaking fist maybe two inches from Joshua’s nose. “Yeah, and what about those who didn’t? Screw the game!” He stomps his feet on the pavement and makes Joshua forget what he was going to say before he opened his mouth. “They’re people, not toys!”

Neku Sakuraba himself, grandstanding about people? People? The ones he was bemoaning a few days ago, the ones he hated so much Joshua chose him. He was such a rugged survivalist - knew how little time Beat and Rhyme had and only caved when they thought it was a good idea - and suddenly when he echoes Neku, Joshua walking away from this with a bruised bloody nose seems to rest in the balance of his outburst. The adrenaline of his thoughts distill into a slow cool-tongued mumble. “Why the sudden interest? I didn’t think you cared about other people.”

“No…” The taut muscles in Neku’s knuckle strain, his voice run ragged by his screaming? His crying? His energy?

The trail-off’s a chance for Joshua to load bullets into his barrel. “No what?”

Neku clears his throat and backs away, opens the sore fist into a palm. “Sure, other Players are strangers. Not just Players. Everyone,” Joshua looks down at his hands for the first time. “I don't know who they are, where they're from, what they care about,” Almighty, almost a month and he forgot what it was like to be physical. “But... since I came to the UG, I... I've talked with them a little.” instincts, skin, nails - “Got to know them a little. Felt them a little…” - unchipped, rounded, inch-long keratin, “Felt my world grow. Just a tiny, tiny bit,” buried into the heels of his palms, “It's different now. They're not just some strangers. I can't shut them out like that.” threatening to break his skin.

“My my,” He’ll understand, Joshua keeps assuring himself. Neku wouldn’t exactly be joyful but he’ll agree Shibuya needs to be shut down, die off with him. He’s - and a lump forms in Joshua’s throat - sounding like now, he won’t back down. “This isn’t like you at all.” He doesn’t even want to make eye contact. How does he get through to Neku? “Well, don’t get your hopes up. You’ll never really understand the people around you.”

“Enjoy the moment.” It’s what imprinting does to people but he only realises how wrapped Neku was around Sanae’s middle finger to Joshua’s crisis of function. Neku’s eyes shine, he mourns the Erased, he thought they’d walk together hand in hand but Joshua feels more and more like he’s reaching an arm out for someone crossing a threshold he can’t.

“Hmm?” Joshua imagines Sanae sitting on Neku’s shoulder, adjusting his halo and sitting in the white flowy robes he hates. Frustration shoots up his fingers and digs harder into his hands.

“Enjoying your world means making it bigger,” Joshua remembers how Neku told him of a girl who’s grip floated up and away from him. “I finally get that.” Joshua remembers that erased couple, arms linked in life, death, erasure, the erased couple who would hold Neku, Joshua, Shiki, everyone in their hands if they didn’t only have two. “The world as one person sees it is tiny.” Joshua remembers Neku, every day in his solitude admiring the mural, rubbing and caressing the wall of paint. “You've gotta... gotta reach out to other people.” Joshua glances back at Neku’s shoulder. He can’t see anything. His hands unfurl, hang free and limp at his side.

“...... Hee hee.” He doesn’t feel anything in his throat. “Maybe so. Only by allowing strangers in can we find new ways to be ourselves.” He wrings his body, one he needs to get used to. “It's possible. This mission looks like it’s up to us.”

Neku silently starts moving towards Q-Heads before stopping, staring over his shoulder while his partner stares at splayed hands. “Joshua?”

"Hold on,” he picks at his fingers, “I’ve broken a nail.”

Ending notes: Not exactly sastified with this but its been a busy lead-up to Valentine's offline and online, I'm glad this is done, and I'm happy if at least one person enjoys what I've wrote. Happy valentine's day, Jordan!

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #sanae hanekoma #fanworks #writing

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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WhatsApp? Part 2. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You've never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone's eye, to be loved. One day, that's about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Tagging is opened as much as you like, babes. To ask us the only thing you should do.

Warnings: None really, just Steve and the duo being themselves. Also, other Avengers appear sort of? (I am proud of those guest appearances. Bwehehe.)

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Read other parts here: Part One

So your texting with that mysterious Steve Rogers started.

You had exactly zero ideas who the man is (you sucked history, be honest with yourself and you didn't hear about an Avenger named Steve Rogers either). All you could say that he is really well mannered and nice to you. Which was a nice change and you welcomed it as well? The only thing that didn't escape your concerns was that he never intended to make a move with you.

And that was a serious change since you knew a lot of guys who's goal was simple: get girls into their beds, on their backs, and without panties. Steve wasn't like that at all. His texts during the day were simple and light-hearted as these:

Steve: Good morning, Y/N. How was your night like? Did you sleep well? (This one came at 5 a.m. so Steve had a serious issue with being a morning bird. You couldn't decide if you liked it, because it seemed like Steve's thinking about you, or if you hated it because these ones had the tendencies to wake you up.)

Steve: Enjoy your meal, Y/N. I'm in downtown so I am about to decide what to eat. (Texts like this usually came around 11 a.m. and you thought that it's his own way to remind you of having an actual lunch.)

Steve: Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep tight. I'll text you in the morning. (A text like this always came around 10 p.m. when you were about to go to sleep; Steve picked on your daily schedule really fast. It was a formal yet light-hearted text which always made you smile.)

You tend to control your language, grammar, and spelling way more than before, not wanting to appear dumb in front of the strange man, you didn't use emojis except plain ':)' because you noticed that Steve isn't exactly emoji's man. And words like lol and rofl? Those were forbidden.

This thing lasted for two weeks at least and you always grinned when you find a text from that mysterious Steve. You just sat at your desk, wishing that man bon appetit to his lunch whatever he decided to eat.

"Okay, spill the truth." - Your boss suddenly appeared in front of your desk, freaking the living hell out of your body. She wasn't angry about using a phone at the workplace at all - but you irritated her with your constant grinning. - "What's up? Or WhatsApp is more like it? I larb those puns." - She grinned at herself.

May Parker was the sweetest woman you have ever known. She was an energetic woman, sometimes a bit too much for your liking, funny and relaxed almost 24/7. She loved those weird words which the younglings were saying. Not that you were old, but you sometimes couldn't comprehend what she was saying. You almost couldn't tell that she was really close to her fifties, because of the way she behaved and dressed.

It was really bad with her almost a half year ago. She has lost her husband Ben, such a lovely and polite man, and she was left alone to raise her nephew Peter up.

He was a lovely guy as well. He respected women at all cost, he was funny and he always brought you something to eat. You loved that kid with your whole soul - everyone was suspicious that Peter developed a huge crush on you, but you knew about his feelings for Liz Toomes, a girl from his school. He crushed on her so her much. You awed every time he rambled about Liz that and Liz this.

He maybe admitted he liked you a bit, an itsy-bitsy bit, but he was a small kid and he knew you were way out of his league. You were more like his best friend than a crush.

"Let me guess, Peter said I larb you once and you didn't let go since then, did you?" - You chuckled, trying to make her forget about Steve. But you knew that woman too well. When May started something, she will push you through living hell with her energetic attitude to the finish line.

It was always like that since the first day you two met.

You worked under May ever since you finished your studies. She was leading one department of a local charity and you just loved to help those who needed your help. Everyone always said that having too many women at one workplace can be a living hell - and they were really far away from the truth.

There were only women in your department and you loved it. You celebrated everyone's birthday, every day someone baked something or brought the coffee for everyone. You usually split to groups for lunch, taking your pause for a half an hour and then change the seats with the next group. It was just lovely. And you found your three best friends out there - May, Suzie and Deena. You, Suzie and Deena used to hang out together a lot. Sometimes you took May with you, but most of the times she stayed at home with Pete.

"Don't you dare to bring my focus on Peter. Now tell me," - She sat on your desk, supporting herself with her hand, looking you dead into your eyes. - "Is this the lucky guy you met in the club? Suzie told me by the fridge last Friday."

"Am I even surprised? No, I am not. Suzie would say anything to everyone, isn't that right?" - You yelled to Suzie's desk and earned a loud frick you. (That was another word that Peter brought to your office.) - "It is not that guy. He didn't give me his number." - You rolled your eyes at your endless dumbness. You realized what is about to come - NYPD lead by May Parker.

"So where have you met him?" - May asked with a concerned voice. - "On Tinder? It's nothing wrong. A lot of young people actually met that way. But what if he's an old pedo or a creep? Did he try to make you send some nudes? You know you can call police at him, right?" - May squirmed in a scared voice. She really loved you as her bestie (another word she used too much and which Peter had taught her.) She was genuinely scared for you.

"Does Y/N look like a small child to you, May? Don't you need to see an ophthalmologist? You really need new glasses." - Valerie, another of your mates said in a playful voice as she passed your desk with her swaying hips. She was a lesbian and a really beautiful one. You and Deena hissed and wheezed at that joke.

"Val is right. Just look at Y/N's cleavage. She couldn't look like a small child even if she tried." - Deena said and continued laughing. - "Agreed." - Val said with a sinful wink but you knew that she knows you're not into LGBT activities.

"Alright ladies, stop right there. Let's keep it PG-13." - You said with a smile. You loved these women so much. - "Steve is... A gentleman. A really nice mannered man. And he probably has a dog. We're texting for two weeks in a row and he didn't ask anything nasty at all. So calm down and keep your panties dry, okay?" - You finished and looked at May.

"Well, that thing is behind us. Now tell me, what do you need?" - You smiled at her and took the papers she put in front of you into your palms.

"You remember that charity ball for the Marina?" - She asked. Yeah, the Marina ball to support your soldiers on the sea. It was always something special. It was a fight for your place between the other charities. This event was always held by Tony Stark and it was a really extraordinary evening.

Every time it was centered around different themes and Marinas were on the program this year. (You tried to raise the funds for children with leukemia.) You, as always, attended the night where departments of charities prepared a special program - some chose to do stand up comedy (and those were usually the best), some chose a choreography and others sang a song. There was a lot of things to think about. But it was a rivalry contest after all - every charity tried to raise the biggest money for themselves, or at least for their own name and prestige. It was a fight for your clean shield and for your department's honor.

And May always went over the top with her moral motivational speeches around that time of year. She was like a ball of pure energy which always made you awe but scared as hell.

"How would I not?" - You chuckled at her.

"Stark, or his assistant, signed us up with that choreography. They will be sending some money on the costumes. You are the economic genius in our group so make it work. " - May smiled at you and left.

Then, an hour later, you stopped working for a slight sec and you caught yourself thinking about that Steve. Who was he? You were so curious about him. It was itching your consciousness. You wanted to know more about that man. What did he like to do? What did he liked to eat?

"Hey!" - A sudden yell into your ear almost shot you down from your chair. You almost smashed Peter's angelic cute face with your keyboard. But he dropped a coffee and a piece of cake in front of you, so you slowly let the keyboard down.

"Was that necessary?" - You looked him down when he innocently smiled on the empty chair next to you. He started spinning around subconsciously as he always used to do. - "You will have to give me a heard massage one day. You'll kill me."

"With those tones of caffeine and sugar, he buys you every time he comes here? He surely will. Hey, Petey boy." - Deena smiled at Peter and nudged his hair playfully because she knew how much Pete hates it. He laughed and tried to make his hair look normal again.

"You were out of your mind completely, Y/N. I was grinning at you since I came into the office and you looked through the window. So your death would be your own fault. Anyway... What's up?" - Pete spun at a fast pace, looking at you with his hazelnut eyes. Even this boy noticed? You. Were. Screwed. But it was only better if you tell him yourself - May would be interpreting it as if Steve was a creep or that you're getting married to Steve. There was nothing between that.

"I'm texting with a guy." - You said quietly.

"Okay. Like, friendly or like..." - His cheeks got rosy as he stared you down with that stare. Since Peter got his birds and bees talk, he saw sex within everything. He was a boy in puberty, after all, it was normal.

"Calm your thoughts down, you dirty pig. I can hear them." - You rolled eyes and laughed - "We're casually texting. He's just nice to me, reminding me to eat, wishing me goodnight... You know what I'm talking about. But I think about how I can get to know him better. I would love to."

"That's simple as the sun rotating around the earth, dummydumdum. Just play a question game with him. Five questions each. We played that when I got to high school, to get to know each other better." - Peter said. And he was right - that was a good and a safe idea. He was a smart kid and you knew that. But that wasn't your main concern at that moment.

"You called me dummydumdum? You know what you are? Ultra dummydumdum!" - You exclaimed and heard Val laughing in the back.

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Y/N: Let's get to know each other. I'm kinda curious about you. :)

That freaked Steve the hell out. Has she realized? She had fourteen days after all. And she surely wasn't dumb or ignorant. Those thoughts have earned him a punch to the nose. He squealed and looked at Natasha's fist.

"Don't you try me with your puppy look, Rogers." - She pointed her finger at him with a warning in her eyes, knowing that this sparring with Steve sucked like hell. - "This punch was well deserved. It's almost afternoon and you're out of your mind. What happened? Some technology attacked you again? Should I kick its ass for you?" - Nat grinned and reminded him of his situation with the smart fridge which somehow shot a whole cube of ice onto his forehead. It was hilarious, at least for her.

"Y/N wants to know me better. I don't know what to do?" - Steve sipped his water and refused to give Nat any munition to support that fridge story.

"Oh. I see. Girl problems. I forgot that you're a boy in puberty." - Natasha rolled her eyes. - "Spill the tea. What did those two say to you and then I'll maybe give my opinion on the situation." - She demanded, braiding her own hair which reminded Steve of the fire.

"Bucky said that it's just a natural process between two people." - Steve started carefully. - "And Sam mentioned something about shagging and that she wants to see the D. I have absolutely no idea what he said. But he laughed like a lunatic so I can finish the context."

Natasha genuinely laughed at that. She didn't like Wilson that much, but he always seemed so dumb it just amused her every time. Everything he said or every advice he gave? Pure comedic pearls centered around sex. Always. It was almost unbelievable.

"Go into it. Don't hold back. Try to risk a little. Live a life, Rogers. If she knows, she knows. She didn't try to make you face the fact she knows, so let it be. And now come to the ring. I can't wait to kick your super-serum ass." - Natasha grinned, leaving him behind.

Steve: I will gladly answer your questions in the evening. I can't right now. Have a lovely day at work. :)

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america #may parker #peter parker #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff #black widow #the falcon #sam wilson #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #enjoy babes

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stusbunker · 5 years ago

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The Banished Winchester: Death Misterm’d

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Setting: Purgatory

Warnings should be self explanatory. It’s Supernatural; there will be monsters and angst. It’s Purgatory; there will be violence and death.

This is my entry to MJ’s Subversion Challenge. I chose prompt 20: ‘Feeling me race inside you, and I feel you run through me.’

Word Count: 1695 (So at most a C+ on meeting requirements)

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She had been running for ages, learning from each death like a fledgling gamer. Except she felt every slice of claws, every bite from the beasts that hovered in the shadows. The makeshift weapons took longer, hacking at her until she vanished, just to spring up somewhere else and yet in precisely the same circumstances: alone and vulnerable.

She had failed in life, dying to something as simple as a gunshot when she was days old. She wouldn’t let these savages keep taking from her. She was born to fight, to wage war. If she couldn’t do her people proud in life; she would do it in this place, a place where death never lasted, and the fight never ended.

Emma Winchester was an Amazon, whether she wanted to be or not.

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Benny was bored, the search for the Angel was all well and good, but it felt a little futile. Dean’s humanity was slipping through his seams, the hunt filling him like new stuffing. Grizzled and gruff, creature comforts came few and far between in No Man’s Land. Somehow the only thing keeping the kid focused was the dwindling trail for his buddy. Vampire or not, Benny recognized the last lifeline home.

Dean had his back, but if this angel changed their plans, he would make do. He always did. He wasn’t so sure if Dean would anymore. Benny wasn’t sure he wanted to either. It all seemed off. As much as Benny had hunches in life, he knew when to keep his thoughts to himself. Inklings were inklings, couldn’t do nothing about them until they took root.

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The rumors were getting ridiculous, lavish and triumphant battles all cut short by a wandering human. Tales like the boogeyman whispered in moments of sanctuary. Emma didn’t believe much, despite her empty gut clenching in warning memory. She moved through groups quickly, unwilling to get tangled in clan battles, knowing her kind wouldn’t debase themselves to such alliances.

She prayed for a Gorgon, maybe even a Minotaur. Something she could see and touch, something of home. What she got was more warnings from traumatized wolves. She paid them no mind, grabbing a fallen branch and stalking off, looping back to throw off her scent, carving passed the bark as she marched. Eyes on the river.

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The light was an illusion, there was no sun nor moon to guide them here. It was a form of radiation, a haze of poison agitating an already angry mob of monsters. Beings that had lost or mangled their souls beyond repair. Or the ancients, those formed from something older than humanity. Children of Eve and Leviathan, picking off the former humans with glee. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner: the masses were readily available and self-replenishing.

Castiel felt their eyes, despite the loss of connection to Heaven, he was still an angel. He felt the target burning against his skin, his scarlet letter, his truth. He knew Dean was making an impression, he just hoped his old friend was far away. As safe as this cursed realm would allow.

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They were on the second day down the river, on the dying words of another enemy. He never stood a chance. Another substitution of the Dean that was had Benny starting to regret Dean taking point so often. The angel was the goal; the clearing was approaching, physically and metaphorically. They all just needed to hang on now. Then they’d all have their answers.

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“Dean!”

The name wheezed over the babbling of the stream, deep voices continuing just out of earshot. She inhaled aghast at hearing that name, the meaning sank through her exhausted mind: hunter, father, ape. It was an old name, prestigious even, it could have belonged to anyone. But, Emma wasn’t an idiot.

All tall tales were once true.

She moved along the tree line, following the voices. There were two males, drenched in bits of others and the rancid sweat of countless bouts. She saw him, darker than she remembered. Teeth glinting as he joked with his companion. She wanted to kick them into his skull; her greatest failure smug and standing just yards away.

There was a part of her that she used against him before, a part of him really. It had nearly worked. She wouldn’t let herself lose again; she couldn’t be that close to vulnerable. Not here, not ever again.

She waited and watched.

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Their journey had been quiet, which only added to Benny’s growing agitation. Some unsettled anxiety thumbed the back of his mind, a phantom kettle left on. The constant gloaming was unnaturally quiet, no buzz of insects or calls of other night creatures. A herd ran a good two hundred yards off, footfalls fast and unyielding gone as quickly as they approached.

The shivering exhale of their tail gave Benny the certainty to act.

“Come on out now,” he drawled, long handled hatchet resting against his shoulder. Dean froze, scanning his edge of the circle as they stood back to back in practiced precision. They couldn’t put an eye on her, shoulder blades brushing as they turned back and forth.

Dean’s blood bubbled in anticipation, that adrenaline high warming him like a lingering summer breeze. Once she dropped to her feet in front of him, time stopped. Something flickered in his hooded eyes before a sinister smirk surfaced.

“Well, looky here,” Dean teased.

“Hi, Dad.” Emma was at the ready, calculating their weapons and their size.

“Emma. Long time.” Dean swallowed, starting to pace in front of his slight, teenage-sized daughter.

“Dean?”

“Where are my manners? Emma, this here is my buddy Benny. He’s a vampire. Benny, Emma, my little girl. She’s an Amazon, so careful. She’ll eat your heart if you let her,” Dean clicked his mouth.

Emma rolled her eyes before raising her brows in challenge.

Dean’s heartbeat just wouldn’t take the hint. Seeing Emma again was like a kick to the gut and a slap to the face all at once. She was just as pretty and vicious as she had been in life. Her eyes were glazed now, empty. He hadn’t let himself imagine her here, but of course his life was an unending cycle of bad to worse, choices and regret.

“Bet you’re surprised to see me,” Dean continued.

“Not really, your reputation is just as rotten here,” Emma replied, earning a slight chuckle from Benny.

“Teenagers,” the vampire chided.

“I’m three,” Emma corrected. “Or I was. Days. I was three days old when his brother shot me. So, keep your superiority to yourself, bloodsucker.”

“You were trying to kill me!” Dean balked, like it was all a big misunderstanding.

“It was my duty! Now I have no one. I fight and die and roam. Alone. For eternity. Happy?” Emma stormed forward, throwing Dean back on his heels at the sudden aggression.

Dean quickly disarmed her, tossing her spear to the side as he pinned her back to his chest, arms threaded through hers. Dean snorted, “Look, kiddo, happy ain’t for folks like us.”

Emma fumed, huffing and twisting against his soothing voice in her ear. Blinding rage filled her focus, shame burning every inch of her skin. He wasn’t mocking her, though gaining the upper hand was just another edge to the same blade. Emma threw her head back, slamming into Dean’s jaw, gaining a meager inch or two of give to his grip. She wrenched his elbow, throwing him with everything she had. She pulled his makeshift machete from its wedge in the ground. Heaving, she stood above him as he crawled to all fours.

A proud smirk curled Dean’s lips as he looked up to face his daughter. His eyes were far less endearing. She kicked him back to the earth, but Dean snatched her ankle as she pulled back. A shrill cry echoed the hollow forest, breaking as she hit the ground. The weapon flew up from her grasp and Dean caught it as he stood. He peered down the handle at terrified crystal eyes, eyes that cut him into a hundred pieces of the man he once was. Dean Winchester hesitated.

His daughter did not. She swiped wide with her discarded spear, which the tussle had moved serendipitously closer. Just as Dean dodged a second blow, Benny moved in. A swift meaty hand in her hair lifting her off the ground. In a flash his mouth closed over her jugular, drinking her down. It was over before the second round could begin. Dean couldn’t even form words, unsure of whose name would cross his lips.

“No,” Dean finally whispered, he had never tagged Benny in. Dean clenched his fist and exhaled.

Benny heard Dean behind them, but he knew what had to be done. He carefully brought the girl to the ground, mouth hovering above the bloody wound. Hot, red, tempting. He ignored the thriving pulse in his veins. She was obviously paler now, but not drained. She whimpered as her body met hard earth.

“‘Skay, Darlin’. Just lie still now. You can be done fightin’. Just let it go. It aint worth it no more.” Benny said lower than a whisper, watching her collect herself. Once she had stilled enough to resemble the grave, he stood. Her eyes flitted closed as Dean approached. Benny waved him off.

“Nothing you wanna see, Brother,” Benny cleaned up with his sleeve. Benny caught Dean’s eyes, dragging them back to his, away from the girl.

“Why’d you– I had it covered!” Dean snipped, pulling at his bottom lip and turning down river. Towards Cas once more.

“Hey, I just did what you couldn’t, no shame in that. Family’s— a different animal,” Benny tried to reassure.

Dean didn’t reply, he just moved on with renewed resolve, a heightened beat to each step.

Emma lay waiting, counting their footfalls as they disappeared. The chill of blood loss seeping into the scars and valleys, until it collected in her heart. A tiny piece of her died that day, deader than her uncle could ever kill her. She was born a warrior, had died a failure and now she waited as a Winchester.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years ago

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Reunion

Here’s the Princess Chloe x Prince Alonso reunion that no one asked for but I did anyway. Very much inspired by “This is not my idea” from The Swan Princess. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItkkTerzTAw

“Now remember dear, you must say hello to Prince Alonso. Córdoba is hosting the event and you two used to have such good times together when we vacationed.” Queen Abigail pinched Chloe’s cheek as the queen swept by the buffet table where Chloe was trying to decide between a blueberry muffin and a mulberry muffin.

Her mom had been reminding her the importance of meeting Prince Alonso ever since they arrived in Cordoba, waxing on old vacations, and “fun times” and every time she met with Chloe she would ask if she’d seen Alonso yet. Chloe knew she couldn’t avoid the fateful meeting forever but she was certainly trying her best. Two days and counting three more until they could set sail for home.

King Juan Ramon, and his wife, Alejandra used to enjoy going to Gibbspeake Island which Queen Abigail graciously allowed them to stay for two weeks every summer. And because Prince Alonso was close to Chloe’s age, at least two years older which he constantly shoved in her face, Queen Abigail and Chloe would join them on their vacation. The parents talking and Chloe and Alonso would play in the sand or in the woods.

Those lovely vacations that her mom liked to reminisce on was a bit different in Chloe’s memory. She hadn’t been able to stand obnoxious Alonso. He always wanted to play the things he wanted like Dragon Killers or tag and if they didn’t play what he wanted, he would say he was too tired. Too lazy was more like it. If they played competitive games like olaball or go fish, he would throw a tantrum when he lost. And that was only if they played together, other times he would make a “man cave” fort and refuse to let her in because it was princes only and simply antagonize her with pranks. That she didn’t take lying down, she pranked back at him and destroyed his man cave and antagonize him as well.

Alonso was annoying and immature and completely self absorbed. All adjectives that her mom used to describe King Hector which Chloe thought was very unfair that her mom was forcing her to get along with Alonso when she had fought all the time with the King of Hectoria.

She used to celebrate with a private dance party in her room the day they would leave and she could go back to her blissful vacation without having to tolerate Alonso’s presence.

Those vacations stopped after Queen Alejandra died and though she knew her mom and King Juan sometimes met up at diplomatic meetings, she hadn’t been obligated to see Alonso.

Until now.

Her mom had said it was high time for her to start putting her royal training into use and go to some meetings and balls with her so she could get a sense of what she would have to do when she inevitably became ruler of Norburg. Though Chloe was excited to show her mom that her lessons were paying off and maybe get acquainted with the Avalorans again, her mom’s insistence that she meet Alonso was starting to ruin her appetite.

She might as well get this over with.

“Hi, Princess Elena!” Chloe greeted the Avaloran princess who was talking with her royal wizard. Unfortunately her Captain of the Guard, Gabe hadn’t come to the ball, preferring to be posted outside on perimeter watch with that Paraiso guard, Manual.

Chloe had to admit, even though he was taken with someone else, she still harbored a slight crush on him. It was that confident guard in a unifrom that got her. She always found a guy in a well-maid suit, formal or uniform or otherwise, to be very very attractive.

“Hello, Chloe. Really, just call me Elena. We’re all kind of princesses here.” She gestured around the room where all the royals were clustered including Princess Valentina, Princess Marisa and Princess Rebecca.

“That’s true.” Chloe nodded, “Speaking of royals, do you know where Prince Alonso is? I have to thank him for inviting Norburg to this event.” She decided to leave off that she already knew him, it was a long story and a headache to think about.

“He’s right there.” Elena pointed to the far side of the room where a rather attractive man in a red and gold suit was expressively telling some sort of funny story to Prince Marzel, leaving them both breathlessly with laughter.

“No, that’s not, that’s just the guy who greets people at the door.” Chloe chuckled at Elena’s mistake. He was nice too. He told her that she looked lovely and that the cerulean shade of blue she chose really brought out the red of her hair and the green of her eyes. Her hair she had gotten compliments on lots of times, she thought it was her greatest asset, but no one had taken notice of her eyes before.

“Yes, he was greeting people at the door. Because he’s the prince of the hosting kingdom.” Elena said slowly.

“What, wait that’s… he’s” Chloe’s words faded in her throat as she glanced back and forth between Elena and the prince that was Alonso. He couldn’t be! He complimented her dress, the Prince Alonso she knew wouldn’t have complimented her on her appearance. He would have made fun of her. Or he wouldn’t have been too focused on the mirror.

She could see some familiarity now. Same bright brown eyes, same wavy bangs that he was forever flipping back thinking he looked oh-so handsome. He certainly grown. Beneath that well-tailored, fancy outfit, Chloe could see the outlines of his broad chest from the way it sometimes clinged to him. His legs were no longer gangly. He looked like it had utmost control of his movements, looking fluid and confident as he strutted around the room, sometimes showing off a mambo move.

Yes, now she remembered. Alonso had always been a good dancer.

Just as Chloe lost the ability to speak, her heart kicked up a notch fluttering and beating about in her chest and her cheeks grew warm at her belated realization. That door greeter was Alonso and she hadn’t recognized him one bit. She hadn’t even thought he was a prince!

She wondered if Alonso had recognized her or if he hadn’t and would be as surprised by her mature appearance as she was of his.

She thought she improved a little. Her unruly curls were a bit more tamable in a ponytail and her freckles no longer looked like the pimples he teased her about when she was out in the sun too long. Overall, she thought herself attractive enough.

Not that it mattered to her if Alonso found her attractive or not, it would just be a sweet “told you so” for all the times he called her a “baby horse.”

Chloe watched as King Juan Ramon seem to tell something that threw Alonso for a loop for the prince’s jaw dropped and he looked around the room before her gaze stopped at her.

She felt her knees buckle a little before she forced herself to lock them at the sudden intense eye contact.

His eyes were more than bright, she realized, they were simultaneously soft and bold, promising untold moments of fun.

His lips curved into a smile. Not a conceited smirk that seemed to be his default but a warm smile, a welcoming smile.

“Hello again, Princess Chloe.” Alonso strolled up to her, tilting his head down making Chloe aware that now Alonso towered over her by a forehead.

Chloe hesitated for a second, all the proper greeting protacle she had learned and studied and drilled on completely flew out of her head. She never bothered with those anyway when a big bear hug would do.

But should she hug him? Would that be awkward after all these years? But she hugged everybody she met, it wasn’t like it was a special. If anything if she didn’t hug him that would make him seem special.

So she went for it, enthusiastically pinning his arms to his sides and getting a full whiff of his musky cologne. Chloe wanted to cough it was so strong. Thankfully the smell of his freshly shampooed hair countered the cologne enough to be bearable.

And indeed as she hugged him, she could feel some burgeoning muscles. She was surprised by this, the little Alonso she knew was too lazy to ever get off his chair to play olaball, much less seriously work out.

Then again, Alonso was clearly not so little anymore.

“Ah-Chlo-Chl-my suit. You’re crushing my suit and my ribs.” Alonso wheezed.

“Oops sorry.” Chloe let him go and backed away so Alonso could regain his breath but instead of staying at a comfortable distance from her, Alonso got into her personal space again.

“So happy you could come.” He made a sweeping bowed before taking her hand and kissing it.

Chloe bit her tongue to keep her inappropriate nervous giggle from escaping, and hoped she wasn’t turning red as a beet. For a whole vacation, he had called her “Beet head” until she turned red with rage and tried to beat him with a sand shovel.

Chloe curtsied in return, “So happy to be here.”

Chhloe wondered why Alonso still hadn’t let go of her hand when she looked around to see people milling around the room and one or two couples swaying on the dance floor. Elena being one of them as she had sneaked away from Chloe’s side.

“Care to dance?” Alonso indicated to the dance floor. Chloe swore she heard Alonso gulp before he meaningfully went on, “I want to hear all that you’ve been up to since I’ve seen you last. I mean you- you’ve changed so much.”

“Yes.” Chloe smiled brightly. All her doubts and complaints about seeing Prince Alonso again were completely gone. Instead her dread was replaced with eagerness to get to know the Alonso that was standing in front of her.

“I’d love to dance.”

#princess chloe #prince alonso #elena of avalor #my fanfic #reunion #drabble

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wolfyred-ks · 6 years ago

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Adrinette April 2019

Okay..... I posted yesterday for day one and I had tags and all that jazz and.... I’m not showing up in searches on the tags. I’m going to use the same tags again and hopefully they will take this time around. @adrinetteapril I hope you see it this time.

Day 2 - Seat buddies

“Just my bad luck,” Adrien thought as he sprinted to the school bus. “Stupid Akuma almost makes me miss the class trip.” The Akuma wasn’t too hard to beat, it’s just that it happened a short while before the class was to get on the bus for a school trip. He had seen a number of students get hit and turned into cute little sheep so he could use that as an excuse if he needed too.

Adrien hops into the bus only to almost bump into a wheezing Marinette standing at the top of the steps. It looked like she had been running too.

“Sorry Mlle Bustier, I found myself so far away after the Akuma effects were cured by Ladybug. I ran back as fast as I could. But I wasn’t sure where I was at first and I went down the wrong street.....” Marinette was doing her usual rambling and arm waving motions as she tried to explain why she was almost late for the bus.

“It’s ok,” Mlle Bustier said is a gentle voice. Using her hands to calm down Marinette. “You actually made it on time despite the attack.”

Marinette quickly scanned the students in the seats in the bus trying to see where Alya was. She saw her about half-way down sitting with Nino.

“Marinette, you and Adrien will have to share the last open seat near the back of the bus.” Mlle Bustier gestured towards the back, arm raised to the where the last seat was open.

Marinette glanced behind herself to see Adrien on the steps of the bus. Very close to her back. It took a whole lot of control to not squeal, jump or flail her arms as her brain took in the slightly winded boy.

“Hey Marinette, looks like we’ll be seat buddies.” Adrien gave her a small smile and made to move up the steps.

Marinette gave a small squeak and tried not to rush down the isle to the seat in the back. Alya gave her a thumbs up as she went past, only making Marinette blush a little and hurry her steps.

As Adrien walked past Nino he noticed that Nino gave him a slight smile and nodded his head. Adrien at first thought that it was just in greeting, but something niggled in the back of his mind that it had been meant to be more ‘sly’.

Marinette slid into the seat first and shuffled to her left to get close to the window. Making sure her school bag was under her feet and her purse was in her lap. Adrien placed his bag in the same position as Marinette’s when he sat down.

Marinette turned to Adrien and gave him a grin then quickly turned to look out the window.

Adrien tried to smile back before she had turned but didn’t quite make it. He sighed. He had thought that being seat buddies might give him a chance to talk to Marinette, usually Alya and Nino were around to keep the conversation flowing but, he guessed she just wasn’t interested in talking right now.

He glanced towards Nino as the bus started up. Nino was gesturing with his fingers. Kind of waving them with them pointed down. Adrien scrunched up his nose as he tried to figure out what Nino was trying to imply.

Nino sighed and made a bigger gesture. He pointed at Adrien then pointed at Marinette and then mimed talking with his hands.

Adrien got it and gave Nino a nod to show he understood. He then turned towards Marinette and and said, “I noticed that you were almost late for the bus too. Do you get hit by the Akuma?”

Marinette shyly turned her face towards him but didn’t look up at him. “Yeah. S-somehow I ended up ab-about 5 blocks away from the school.” It took a lot of effort from her, trying to talk to Adrien while sitting so close to him. She had gotten better at talking to him without stuttering but, the closeness was wreaking havoc on her.

“Wow, I only got shoved by the people running away, I didn’t get hit. What was it like being a sheep?” Good topic, it was bound to be fresh in her brain.

“Well, um, it was, ah,” Marinette was furiously trying to think up something to describe it. After all, she had been fighting the Akuma, not running around as a sheep. “I can’t remember much but it...”

The bus chose that moment to save her, or make things worse for her (depending on your view point), by going over a bump in the road. The back seats tossed up the students on both sides a little bit and Marinette and Adrien were jostled together.

Adrien put up a hand to hold Marinette’s shoulder and Marinette’s hand landed on Adrien’s thigh in an effort to steady herself. She realized where she was touching Adrien and blushed. She pulled her hand away and started to apologize.

“No worries,” Adrien said. Though he made no effort to remove his hand and Marinette blushed a little more.

The bus hit another bump and swayed side to side too. Marinette and Adrien had to hold onto each other as they were jostled even more. Adrien even started to blush at how much the bus was tossing them together. Both of them had their hands bumping into each other as they tried to straighten out only to have the bus jostle them more.

It was almost a continuous series of jostling, a moment to recover and then another jostle. This was not very conductive to a conversation where both were apologizing every few moments for bumping into each other and grabbing shoulders, arms, thighs and knees in an effort to stay off each other.

After a few more blushes Adrien had an idea. “Hey Marinette, let’s try this.” He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. When they were next jostled they more swayed in their seat together and it was a lot better than the bumping they had been doing.

“Y-yeah, w-way better,” Marinette was glad that at this angle Adrien couldn’t see her face well. She thought she might be as red and Nathanel’s hair.

“The swaying is almost like dancing, don’t you think?” Adrien looked down at Marinette.

Marinette looked up, hoping her face wasn’t too red and agreed. They nestled together some more and started chatting about the museum the trip was to. The Château d'Écouen holds the Musée National de la Renaissance. Marinette was looking forward to seeing the furniture and textiles of the renaissance and Adrien wanted to see the stained glass windows, especially the one of King Francis I.

The bus left the rocky area of the road and stopped jostling them around but neither noticed. They were too busy chatting with their seat buddy.

#adrinetteapril2019 #ml #adrinette april 2019 #adrien x marinette

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crookedlyoptimisticdestiny · 6 years ago

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Best Friends

Tell me if you wanna be tagged!!

Summary: Human AU, The day started out like any other, but what happens when the Sanders quadruplets are faced with a horrifying road bump while at daycare? Notes: The sides are 5, and Virgil has a lisp Pairings: Familial LAMP Warnings: One (1) swear, panic attack, choking, mentions an eating disorder Word Count: ~2450 words Read on Wattpad My Masterlist

The Sanders quadruplets had a routine, and they always stuck to it.

Wake up around 6:30, have breakfast at 7, get ready for the day, and head over to daycare at 8.

Once at daycare, the four did everything together. They played the same games, ate lunch and snack at their own little table, and, during nap time, they all slept in a giant pile.

Around 4:30, their father picked them up, and they spent the entire car ride plus dinner explaining everything they did. Roman and Patton did most of the explaining, as Roman was very dramatic and Patton was the bubbliest of the bunch.

Logan would chime in every so often to correct Roman and Patton when they got a little too carried away. He was the more grounded of the four, and he often helped reign Roman and Patton in at daycare.

Virgil would only speak when he was directly asked something, and, even then, he only gave one or two worded responses. He had always been the quietest of the four, but that was just his personality.

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Roman was always the first to wake up, usually around 6:30, and he always started singing within five minutes of being awake. Each day he sang a different Disney song, because, even though he was five, he had an impeccable memory when it came to songs.

His singing always woke the other three, who differed in their level of annoyance.

Patton was always the most excited to hear Roman singing, and he often joined in when he knew the song. Logan... tolerated the singing, although he had made it known many times that Roman should be more considerate of the others.

And Virgil? Let's just say that he didn't appreciate Roman's daily eccentricities.

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The day started out like any other. Roman woke up a little after 6:30. Sitting up in the twin sized bed he shared with Patton, he wrapped his red and white blanket around his shoulders and immediately started singing I'll Make A Man Out Of You, although it was quite off-key, considering that he was five. They had watched Mulan the previous evening, so the songs were still fresh in Roman's head.

Within seconds, Patton was awake, and he didn't hesitate to join Roman in singing. Instead of sitting up like Roman, Patton remained laying down on the bed, buried in the warmth of his pale blue and grey blanket, his favorite stuffed animal—a small black and grey kitten—held tight against his chest.

It wasn't too long before Logan was awoken by Patton and Roman's singing. Instead of joining them, he chose simply sit up and continue working on a Rubix Cube that was placed next to the bed he shared with Virgil, his dark blue blanket spread over his legs.

As always, Virgil was the last one to wake up, but he didn't make it known at first. Instead, he sneakily grabbed one edge of his pillow. He waited a few seconds before chucking the pillow at Roman's head.

"Roman!!" Virgil groaned from where he laid. "Why do you thing tho much?"

"Because," Roman exclaimed, stretching his arms wide. "Singing is a marvelous thing to do!!"

Virgil rolled his eyes before sitting up. "But ith tho loud."

"I do agree with Virgil," Logan said from where he was sitting. "It is rather loud, and it is not always pleasant to be woken up by singing."

Roman gasped and placed a hand on his chest. "Are you calling my singing annoying? How dare you!"

"Guys," Patton whined. "Don't fight. We gotta go have breakfast!"

Just as Patton finished, the door to their room opened, revealing their father, Thomas.

"I see you boys are all up on time," he grinned, looking at all four before focusing on Virgil and Logan. "I hope Roman wasn't too loud today."

The two boys smirked, looking at each other, and remembered what the two of them had talked about the night prior.

"Oh, he wasn't too loud, Father," Logan said, turning back to Thomas. "It was more the pitch that bothered us."

At his son's response, Thomas burst out laughing, along with three of the four quadruplets. Logan and Virgil shared a discreet fist bump. Meanwhile Roman sat on his bed, mouth hanging open and both his hands over his heart.

"I am deeply offended," he said to Logan. "You just don't appreciate how wonderful Disney is. I don't think I've ever yeard you try to sing."

"I simply prefer to spare myself the embarrassment," Logan retorted, leaning over to grab his glasses off of the table by his bed. Once he had put the glasses on, he turned to Thomas. "Is breakfast ready, Father?"

"Yes, it is," Thomas said, opening the door wide. "I made pancakes."

Upon hearing that breakfast was ready, Roman, Logan, and Virgil all climbed out of bed and headed for the door, but, when he heard "pancakes," Patton jumped out of bed and raced for the door. Before he could leave the room, Thomas scooped him up around his waist, letting the others file out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Whoa there, bud," he chuckled. "What have I told you about leaving without your glasses?"

Patton giggled, looking down at the floor. "That I need to wear them or else I'll run into everything."

"Ding ding ding!" Thomas said, setting the five-year-old down to get his glasses.

Patton quickly scrambled over to his bed, grabbing his pair of glasses and putting them in place. As soon as they were on, he ran back over to Thomas, who picked him up again and carried him to the kitchen. The two of them were just in time to see Roman fling a blueberry at Virgil, who was holding a spoon up in defense while Logan tried to make a catapult with his silverware.

"Boys!" Thomas called, and the three of them immediately froze.

"He thtarted it," Virgil called out, pointing at Roman. "He threw a rathpberry at me."

"But they threw a strawberry back at me!" Roman cried, waving a hand at Virgil and Logan while pouting in his chair.

Thomas glanced between the three of them. Roman looked like the most heinous crime had been committed against him. Meanwhile, Logan and Virgil both looked like they were trying not to laugh.

"Oh, my," Thomas sighed to himself, setting down Patton, who immediately scrambled to get in his chair. "It doesn't matter who started it. Just eat your pancakes."

With that, the tension was diffused, and the five-year-olds were eagerly digging into the pancakes in front of them. Thomas chuckled at their antics and ate the bowl of cereal he had made for himself at the island.

About five minutes into breakfast, Virgil, who had barely eaten any of his breakfast, got up from his chair and trudged over to Thomas.

"Daddy?" He asked tugging on Thomas' pant leg.

"Yes, Storm Cloud?" Thomas responded, picking Virgil up and setting him on his lap.

Virgil didn't respond at first, but, after a few seconds of twidling his thumbs, Virgil leaned closer to Thomas so that he would be the only one to hear what he said.

"I'm not hungry," Virgil whispered and immediately hid his face in his father's shoulder.

Thomas wrapped his arms around Virgil in a hug and rubbed his back softly.

"Are you not hungry, or do you not want to eat?" Thomas asked quietly. One of his high school friends had struggled with an eating disorder for a few years, so Thomas' mind immediately thought of all the worst case scenarios.

"'M not hungry," Virgil whispered, still hiding his face in Thomas' neck.

"That's alright squirt," Thomas whispered back, giving Virgil a quick squeeze. "I'll just tell Joan and Talyn that you didn't have a big breakfast. That way they'll have a bit of a head's up if you're starving at lunch."

At the mention of Joan and Talyn, a pair of Thomas' friends that ran the small daycare in their house that the quadruplets went to, Virgil immediately perked up. When Thomas saw Virgil perk up, he smiled, glad that his children got along with his close friends so well.

While the two of them were talking, Patton, Roman, and Logan had all finished their pancakes. Surprisingly, only two more pieces of fruit were thrown during that time. As Logan and Roman went to their room to get dressed, Patton ran up to Thomas and Virgil.

"Virgil!" Patton called, tugging on the sleeve of his brother's shirt. "We gotta go get dressed so we can see Joan and Talyn!"

Smiling, Virgil wiggled out of Thomas' arms and slid down onto the floor. Patton immediately grabbed his hand, and they ran back to their room.

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About 5 hours later, the quadruplets were finishing their lunch at their private table. Virgil, having a strong liking for strawberries, noticed that Roman had a few more left on his plate. While Roman was looking the other way, he leaned across the table, snatching one of the strawberries and quickly shoving it in his mouth.

"Hey!" Roman cried, seeing what Virgil had done. "That was my strawberry!"

Virgil noticed Roman start to stand up, and he knew he was doomed. In an instant, Virgil was also up and running away from Roman.

As Virgil ran from the kitchen to the living room, he glanced over his shoulder to see where Roman was.

As he did, Roman's eyes widened and he called out, "VIRGIL! Look out!!"

But he was too late. Virgil hadn't been able to see that there was a toy right in his path, and he tripped and fell. The impact from the fall caused the half-eaten strawberry in his mouth to become lodged in his airway.

From their spots at the table, Logan and Patton had been watching Roman chase Virgil, but, upon seeing Virgil fall, they raced out of their chairs and over to where Roman was crouched over him.

When they got there, Virgil was gesturing to his throat and wheezing slightly. Logan immediately kneeled down next to him.

"Virgil!" he said calmly. "Can you tell us what's wrong?"

Virgil frantically shook his head and pointed to his throat.

"Fuck," Patton yelled. "Guys, he's choking! We gotta do the Heimlich!"

Both Roman and Logan turned to Patton, shocked that he had sworn.

Choosing to ignore it, Roman quickly asked, "What's the Heimlich?"

"No time to explain!" Logan cried, turning back to Virgil and helping him stand up.

Patton stood behind Vigil, placing one hand just under his ribcage in a fist and grabbing it with the other. Patton immediately started squeezing Virgil, trying to get the strawberry out.

After just a few squeezes, they all heard Virgil take a deep breath and proceed to cough up the strawberry.

Immediately, Patton jumped away from Virgil, hands held out in front of him. He stared at his hands, trying to process what had just happened. His brother had been choking, and he had used the Heimlich to save him.

Patton didn't even realize that he had started to shake or that his breathing had gotten shallow. He was too focused on the fact that his brother could have died.

Before he knew it, tears were slowly crawling down his face while he gasped for breath. He had sunk to his knees on the floor, his arms wrapped around his stomach to try and make himself stop shaking.

Virgil, who was in the middle of being smothered in hugs and questions, saw Patton kneeling, and was instantly concerned when he saw the tears.

Extricating himself from the group hug, he walked over to Patton, who was too out of it to notice his approach.

Kneeling in front of Patton, Virgil placed his hands on his shoulders. The contact made Patton look up, but seeing Virgil only caused him to cry more.

"Patton?" Virgil asked timidly, causing the other boy to look up again. "What'th wrong?"

"Y-y-you c-could ha-have died, V-Virgil!" Patton sobbed, curling in on himself. "Y-you c-could ha-have d-died i-if... i-if I..."

More tears prevented Patton from finishing his sentence, but Virgil could tell what he was trying to say.

"But, Pat," Virgil said, pulling him into a hug. Patton immediately clung to him in a death grip. "I didn't die. I'm okay, and it'th cauth of you."

Patton nodded weakly, but he didn't speak.

When Virgil had left the group hug to check on Patton, Roman and Logan had stood by, allowing the two of them to have their moment. After they saw Virgil hug Patton, they walked over and joined the hug on either side of Patton and Virgil.

It took a few minutes, but Patton eventually stopped crying. When he had, he pulled back from the hug to wipe the remaining tears off his face. While doing so, he saw Joan and Talyn watching the four of them from the edge of the room. Joan had their phone out and looked like they were waiting for someone to either text them or call them. Talyn looked like they were about to pass out.

When Patton had pulled back from the hug, Logan took that time to glance at the watch he had gotten for the previous Christmas.

"Guys," he said, gaining his brothers' attention. "It's nap time. Should we go to our spot?"

The three other boys agreed, and they all helped each other get up off the floor. They headed to the couch in the other corner of the living room, which was their designated spot for nap time.

Climbing onto the couch, the four of them laid down in a heap, limbs everywhere. None of them cared though, not even when Virgil elbowed Roman in the stomach.

They were just glad that they were still a group of four best friends.

Bonus scene: After seeing the quadruplets head over to the couch, Talyn pulled Joan into the kitchen by their arm.

"That's why I don't want you cursing like a sailor in front of the kids!!" Talyn scolded, arms crossed in front of their chest as they turned to face Joan.

"What's why you don't want me cursing?" Joan asked, confused about what Talyn was talking about.

"Patton swore! Didn't you hear him?!?!" Talyn whisper yelled, not wanting to wake the kids.

"Yeah, I heard him," Joan said. "But I don't see why it's a huge deal."

Talyn rolled their eyes, unable to believe what Joan just said.

"Good for you," they replied, starting to walk out of the room. "But you're gonna have to explain to Thomas when he asks why his five-year-old is swearing."

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