#g*ms his special little guy

[hermitcraftx]

yknow like a week ago i was making jokes like "imagine everyone hypes gem up this season only for her to die in the lamest way possible" and im sorry. im really sorry gem. i adore geminitay. but she did not even get killed by a player

[vhstown]

ain't no love; pt. 3

"ain't no love and it's sure 'nuff a pity"

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SUMMARY: Miles G Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life — one in the middle of the semester, the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 ← PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 →

chapter summary: [DUAL POV] The Prowler is someone you never thought you'd run into. Miles thought the exact same thing.

content/warnings: grotesque imagery, depictions of panic and fear, violence, arguments, etc.

word count: 5.8k (dear god)

a/n: thanks to @qiupachups for proofreading cause lord knows i wouldn't have... im not ok guys like actua

“And over here is our robotics department — my favourite, personally.”

All you could think about as the man in front of you talked your ears off — and walked your legs off — was how on Earth you ended up here, rooms and corridors deep into the Oscorp Industries. Trying not to get hit by speeding interns or bump into equipment that cost more than your school uniform, you’d been taking in the winding laboratories and offices that were well past the flashy displays at the reception for the past hour or so, led by the one and only… well, the man had yet to introduce himself since excitedly deciding to take you on a tour. Forming connections, as Ms. Weber had put it, was more exhausting than you’d thought.

“Take a look at this arm for a moment — trained completely on artificial intelligence, and moves just like the real thing!”

You just smiled and nodded, the muscles in your neck starting to hurt from the action. As you did, the metal prosthetic spurred into life, swaying and flexing its bulky fingers in what looked random enough; how realistic it seemed was debatable, though. You noticed small, engraved initials on the wrist, reading “O.G.O”, much like the prototypes in the flashy displays downstairs. You’d seen nothing of the sort up here until now, though. Maybe this one was was just special.

Regardless, you really needed to sit down at some point — preferably in some corner so people could stare at you less. There was always someone throwing furtive glances your way, and right now it seemed to be a gaunt-looking man you’d seen slinking around the department, now in the little laboratory full of strange-looking arms and mechanisms that weren’t nearly as functional as the “A.I” powered one.

“Thank you, Doctor…” You squinted, the faded remnants of the name “MENDEL STROMM” forming on his badge. “Stromm.”

“Professor. Professor Stromm,” he corrected, earnest yet almost with pride. “I always felt like a teacher at heart, anyway.”

You only managed to make it halfway through your umpteenth nod before something caught the corner of your eye. The catching of light from somewhere above you, just for a moment — insignificant, really. It seemed to catch your attention long enough for Professor Stromm to notice your attention had gone elsewhere, though.

“Oh, I must be tiring you. Do you like coffee?” You barely had a chance to open your mouth. “I'll get us both some coffee, God knows I need it— just give me a minute!”

Before you could answer, the man skittered away, his rounder frame creating a noticeable dispersion the sea of people moving through the hall until he was nowhere to be seen.

That left you, a random kid, in the robotics laboratory with probably more than one pair of eyes on you. Or maybe not; when you let yourself look around, there didn’t seem to be anyone in the lab at the present moment. Thank God.

A long-overdue sigh left your chest. As much as you'd been lucky to run into Stromm by the reception (before the less-than-polite receptionist could tell you to beat it), you never expected to be running around so much from place to place, trying to make mental notes of everything he'd been saying.

So far, you had “A.I. arm”, something about “gene editing”, some other thing about “99% efficient generators” and a whole other string of scientific jargon thrown in between half-finished explanations and sporadic spurs of Stromm’s recollection. Admittedly, it stressed you out a little; you constantly had the urge to take a piece of pen and paper and record everything he was saying but you only needed a few brief ideas to go off of on your college essay. That was, if you were even going to go into the science field. You still hadn’t decided, though, if you were going to keep performing like how you did right now in your AP classes, you’d probably have your decision made for you soon enough at the back of those lifeless vegan diners opening up everywhere.

Maybe you could get an internship here, if you were lucky enough. Had you been showing enough enthusiasm? It was hard to match. In fact, the man was so enthusiastic he drained the enthusiasm from you. His passion was admirable, but also somewhat pitiful — like he had nobody to truly share his passions with it. At least until a bumbling, bashful sophomore from Visions came along. You’d rather not think about it too hard — this room was starting to make you feel dizzy. It was like there was something wrong with the ventilation, but you didn’t dare go out, given you’d probably get lost in a minute or two.

It was a week into winter break already, and the realisation made you wince. Just a couple weeks into January and you'd be head-first into exams again, while all your friends who went to other schools lived their lives. Visions just had to be different, it looked like. A couple more of Mr Wellston’s unbearable classes before that, though — instead of learning any math, you’d mastered the art of having one eye on your handout and the other on Miles’.

Miles Morales — you’d almost forgotten about him. Almost. It wasn’t hard, given how every text you’d send him had been left on read. He could’ve been busy, (or given you the wrong number) but the dread of being in that careers fair full of freshmen alone was staring to creep up on you. At least a little confirmation that he wouldn’t disappear off of the face of the Earth this semester would be nice.

Hey?

There was a twang in your chest as you looked over your barren chat.

Read at 2:41AM

…What unethical sort of time is that? He could just be bad at texting — or he just decided to hate your guts now. Either seemed unfortunately probable. Were you enemies, or something? Were you supposed to be annoyed? You’d known this kid for a couple weeks at most. Maybe it was weird of you for wanting to get his number so soon. Miles had his own life, even though he walked you back to your apartment in the middle of nowhere that one time. Why did you even care so much?

Maybe there just wasn't enough time in the day for the both of you.

Beep!

To your surprise, Stromm had come back faster than usual. He had a hand over his face, adjusting his glasses, but… no coffee in sight. The door locked automatically behind him, his badge wrung awkwardly around his neck, like he’d just thrown it on.

“Is the coffee machine broken, or something…?”

“They're completely out of cups, I'm sorry.”

“It's alright.” You could’ve really use that coffee right now, you thought.

Still, you smiled at him, feeling the ache in your face smile with you. The man seemed to be pondering something, standing still with a slightly tense expression on his face. He looked like he could’ve used that coffee too.

“Are you okay, Professor?” You tried asking this as unassumingly as you could, but it got a twitch out of him anyway.

“Yes, yes, I've just lost my train of thought…”

You waited, the faint murmurs down the hallway and the strangled breath of the ventilation system above filling the void of silence.

“Are we going to the next floor…?” you suggested.

“No, no,” he said in that melodic way he did, putting a finger up. At least he was somewhat like himself — just thinking, is all.

You decided to be patient, turning your head to stretch your neck slightly, feigning interest in the light fixtures above.

Just what the hell was that gigantic, moving shadow on the ceiling?

“Um, well I think we should go, it’s kind of warm in here—”

“Actually, I think you could do something for me.”

“What is it…?” Your eye twitched as you noticed a figure starting to form from the shadow.

“You see that robotic arm?” The one on display or the one sticking out of the god damn ceiling? “I think you should try it on.”

“What? Really?” It felt like something you’d get in trouble for, but nobody else seemed to be around — except for, you know, the dark humanoid figure right above you. “I— I think I need to use the bathroom first.”

“It’ll be quick. I mean, it’s already hooked up!” Stromm was already reaching for the device.

“No, it’s okay—”

Krrrrr… Bzzzzt!

The room flooded with darkness. Every light had gone out at the same time, the whirr of machines and electricity dying out.

“What on Ear—”

All but for a blur of reddish-magenta light.

Before you could open your mouth, the sound of a ruthless, metallic thud emerged, immediately followed by the crunching of glass, and then a choked breath.

Your vision suddenly sharpening in the little light there was, you could make out the silhouette of Stromm, staggering into the display which held the arm. Where he’d just been was now a foot, faint purplish light glowing from the underside of a shoe.

And then, a grating mechanical sound followed — it sounded like something was snapping over and over, like the arm you’d seen in the display as it moved its joints. A rim of light flickered around what looked to be a sleeve, which was attached to a giant, metallic set of claws, the sharp edges of which caught the light.

“Who are you?! W—What are you doing here?!” the professor shouted out, his feet heavy and erratic on the floor as he tried to ease himself up. His voice came out strange and desperate, strained, almost unfamiliar. You’d think it was someone else if you didn’t know it was Stromm.

All you could do was watch, taking tiny, careful steps back as you tried not to breathe. The figure moved forward, at an unnatural angle, turning as its mechanical claw clenched and unclenched in a now almost seamless movement. You caught the edge of a strange emblem, scrawled messily across the front of what looked to be a suit. It was familiar, and it sickened you once you realised.

“—In this morning’s report we investigate a disturbing string of robberies and break-ins, suspected to be carried out by a criminal duo including—”

There was no mistake — that was…

“The Prowler,” a voice answered for you, crackling and modulated.

“—Norman Obsorn suspects that Oscorp supply chains have been intercepted—”

An ear-piercing buzzing emerged from the air as threads of energy sputtered from the glowing core of his arm device, climbing rapidly up to the centre of his palm. What formed was a concentrated mass of ebnergy, undulating between the claws and casting harsh shadows around the room. Your eyes darted to Stromm, heart in your throat as you expected to meet a horrified, helpless version of the expression he had mere moments ago — it was anything but.

His face was stuck, slack — near dead. And as you watched the energy inevitably grow, his face began to change. What was once the face of Professor Stromm amalgamated into a shapeless, fleshless form, his skin receding into itself and leaving pallid, bloodless sheets of muscle, twitching with thick shadows in the ever-expanding light. As he lifted his head, deep, glowing pits were in place of his eyes.

The same strange voice that came out of the face, you realised, had never been Stromm’s to begin with.

“You are making a mistake.”

Before you could react, your skin singed with heat, sparks rushing past like missiles as the room threatened to explode into white. That was what finally gave you the sense to run.

“—It seems the notorious criminal and his accomplice have increased their activity among a concerning rise of organised crime. Authorities think they could be affiliated with what is coming to be known as ‘The Sinister Six’—”

CRASH!

Beyond your covered ears, a dull boom reverberated through the lab, a million broken shards of glass and plastic flashing with the aftershock. If you were hurt, you didn’t know, adrenaline ushering through your body. Your heartbeat was sharp and loud, your hands were shaking, bile was coming up your throat.

Get me out of here get me out of here get me out of here leave leave leave leave—

Your eyes were painfully wide, stinging with tears, yet everything was overwhelming and sharp and bright — that was when you saw it.

Glass case. Fist. You gritted your teeth.

CRRAAACK!

Big. Red. Panic button.

SLAM!

Instantly, the room exploded with red, blaring light, sirens howling through the room and beyond the door, the lock disabled. You caught one last gaze from those white electric slits before scampering into the hallway, door slamming shut behind you. All you could hear was the clatter of your feet in tandem with your thundering heart, throat too dry to scream. You just needed to get out of here, they couldn’t catch up with you — they wouldn’t.

Shoving past alarmed faces, you advanced to the end of the hall. Stairs — safest bet.

You scrambled down the dingy stairwell, hip throbbing with pain as you turned sharply against the railing down to the next floor. Sweat prickled at your skin, and you tried to breathe. The stairs seemed endless, but you were soon on the bottom floor, dragging yourself to follow everyone else leaving the building. Until you got out, you wouldn’t slow down.

Staggering into the cold, thin wind bit at your skin, the faint cry of police sirens from somewhere you couldn’t see. You tore the visitor’s badge from around your neck, filling your lungs again in big, painful gulps and squeezing your stinging eyes shut.

Never have you been more grateful to breathe in the musty Brooklyn air that you so, so hated.

“Miles…”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ thinking straight!”

“Miles.”

“I swear I had him I just—”

“Miles!”

“What?!”

“Jesus Christ, man. Calm your shit!”

Miles tensed as Aaron gave him a firm slap on the shoulder, the sick feeling in his throat easing just a little.

“It ain’t your fault.” The cool, collected voice of Uncle Aaron, much to his dismay, managed to break through his racing mind. It was his fault — everything was his fault. He’d messed up everything!

“Yes the fuck it is!”

“Watch yo’ mouth.” Aaron had a sudden severity in his tone, kicking Miles back into normality.

“Sorry,” he mumbled back.

Miles elbowed the punching bag beside him, unable to meet his uncle’s eyes. He’d let the man they’d been chasing for the past month to get away, all because he’d been too hasty — too immature. And you had made a stupidly smart decision to press that damn alarm.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he mutters again, voice seeming to fight itself.

“It’s not your fault,” Aaron repeats.

“He’s gon’ kill more people regardless. He could’ve killed—” He bit his lip, hard; your name was right at the back of his throat.

Aaron met his gaze again, but he didn’t give him the courtesy of returning it, eyes stuck to the ground.

“…There sumn’ you’re not tellin’ me?” Aaron asked.

Miles just shrugged, bottom lip freeing itself with the lingering sting of his teeth. There was probably a lot more than there should be that he hadn’t told his uncle.

Walking over to the drawer, he pulled out the dusty old case file. It had tattered corners and the paper had a weird feel to it, like it was from a long time ago: 3 years, to be exact. It was an older case that had re-emerged some time ago — the last case his dad was involved in.

Flicking it open, he was met with all the reports and notes, ones he’d grown sick of seeing: “Unidentifiable suspect”, “vague circumstances” and “unverifiable” were some of the few reasons why. They weren’t going down the “typical” route of investigation, but it didn’t make it any easier that they could break down a few doors without a warrant.

For the past month, Miles had been searching for leads, clues, chasing down suspects of these missing person’s cases — all of them leading him right back to where he started. Every time he thought he was getting closer, he’d go back a hundred steps. Everything about this case lacked any sense of logic; people would disappear without any sort of reason, completely by random. There was no pattern to these cases, except for the fact that whatever circumstances that surrounded them were vague and undetailed.

No name, no face, no form. But he’d finally managed to catch the fish at the end of the hook, following someone who had yet to go missing: a certain scientist at Oscorp industries, who worked in robotics and hadn’t been seen for 24 hours, but showed up to work the next day somehow.

That man had followed another scientist — Mendel Stromm — only to come back in his body. Miles had let it happen, out of necessity, he thought — to finally see what was going on. And he did, he saw the man transform into Stromm. He saw the man walk back into the laboratory and act as it nothing had happened.

And then, he saw you.

You. He wasn’t blaming you for this, was he? No, it wasn’t your fault, you just happened to be… in severe danger.

Miles could’ve prevented this, had he not been so desperate — so conflicted. He could’ve texted you back, told you to stay away from Oscorp instead of typing and deleting the same awkward replies late at night.

And he was supposed to go back to school and see you, and do that job fair with you, right after he’d saved— Right after you saved yourself — from the Prowler. From him.

“You alright?” Miles whipped his head around to see Aaron looking at him, a slight hint of concern in his face.

“Yeah—” He stopped himself from saying sorry. “Gonna head home.”

Miles pushed the drawer shut, feeling the eyes of the people he’d left behind on him — more recently, Mendel Stromm. He wondered if they blamed him just as he blamed himself.

As he walked back to his apartment, he slipped on his jacket — Uncle Aaron’s jacket. He even felt guilty for wearing it, damn it.

Shutting the door and world outside behind him, he took a hesitant glance at the shoe rack. His mom’s shoes were missing.

“Took an extra shift. Dinner’s in the microwave. Tqm!" (Ily!)

“Y yo te quiero,” (And I love you) he mutters to himself, careful not to crease the note between his fingers.

At least she’d never find out. His mom would be off work soon, so he’d get to spend time with her, hopefully. He was just busy himself, with school starting again next week, the job fair, a million different quizzes, meetings with the guidance counsellor…

His dad’s anniversary was right in-between that.

Miles folded up the note, and then tossed it in the trash. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, but he hadn’t done any of his work for the winter break.

So, with a deep breath, he headed to his room, sitting at his desk. Miles tried to ignore the numerous sketches of his own gear, and half-finished faces as he tried looking for a pen in his drawers.

One drawing caught his eye, a familiar face. Well, it wasn’t exactly a face. It wasn’t finished yet, but he could picture the way it’d look if it were finished. It was “a friend”, he’d practised telling himself in case his mom decided to clean his room without telling him — you, without an expression but the curve of your cheek and the start of your hair he’d been so focused on instead of your eyes whenever he’d talked to you.

“~Ain’t no love… and it’s sure ‘nuff a pity…”

As he opened his notebook, faint music played from his phone, in an attempt to get him to focus. Still, he wondered if you’d find it weird that he drew you, how you’d look at him if you ever knew about it.

Miles wondered how you’d look at him if you knew he was the one at Oscorp — The Prowler.

“Guys, I don’t think he’s coming.”

“No shit!” The sound of laughter burst out in the room. All you could do was sigh, head on your desk.

Winter break had gone faster than you’d expected, especially given the amount of time you spent in the police station. They asked you the same questions, over and over and over, until you started to doubt your own memory. It was probably necessary, to prove you weren’t lying, or something, but it was exhausting, and you were just glad it was over.

“Why were you in Oscorp to begin with?”

“Do you remember the exact time it was before he left?”

“Are you certain it was Dr. Stromm that walked in?”

“You’re sure?”

You didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t need anyone else to know either. It was better to pretend nothing happened, and that you’d had a productive break like everyone else apparently did. Bunch of try-hards.

The problem now, though, was that Mr. Wellston thought it’d be a good idea to disappear on you right before your midterm. He was supposed to finish teaching integration by now, but your class was far from — and of course, it was coming up on the exam.

You didn’t have a supply teacher either, though that was a good thing. Maybe Wellston would get fired, you’d get a new calc teacher, and all would be right in the world. But for now, you had to deal with these overly-pretentious people you called your classmates, (and always seemed to be okay with Wellston’s incompetence for some reason) talk about how easy the exam was gonna be, and about the homework that Mr. Wellston never checked anyway, and about college — because all anyone ever cared about here was getting into an Ivy. Maybe you should’ve just gone to public school. You pushed that thought back before you could seriously started to consider it.

Instead, your thoughts went to the person slouched at the desk next to you: Miles, the kid that had suddenly lost all interest in talking to you entirely. It wasn’t just the boredom of having Calc BC last period, too. For one, he’d never try to start conversations anymore, and two, you couldn’t even hold a conversation with him if you wanted to. When you greeted him in the hallway today, he just walked past, not even bothering to look at you. Maybe he hadn’t been busy over winter break like you thought — he’d just been ignoring you.

“Bro, that’s Principal Evans! Shut up!”

You squinted your eyes, heart dropping as you saw the Principal advance down the hallway, right towards your class. Miles didn’t move at all. In fact, he looked like he was… asleep?

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

“Miles…!” you whisper-shouted, shaking his shoulder to no avail.

Sighing, you thought about slapping him for a moment before deciding against it, shaking his shoulder it a second time, The boy got up with a start.

“Huh…? Wha… what? What do you want?”

“Prin… ci… pal..!” you mouthed, furrowing your brows at him and pointing to the door.

“Oh, damn…” He stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes before straightening up on his chair. As much as Miles liked to annoy teachers, anyone would quickly come to learn that annoying Principal Evans was a death wish — from both her, and your parents.

As he fixed up, you caught a glimpse of his face for the first time today. So much for promising to not look at him. Exhausted wasn’t enough to describe it — he looked like he’d gone to war, or something. At least you’d managed to sleep well enough, without dreaming about Oscorp. Count your blessings, I guess.

You didn’t have much time to relish in your few blessings, though, as the tall, well-dressed woman stopped by the door. She peered in, before her brows knitted together, opening the door.

“Y’all don’t have a teacher?” she said, in that quick, strong voice that put you all on edge. Some of you had the confidence to mutter a “no.” or shake your head. “Who are you supposed to have?”

She shook her head as your class answered, pulling out her phone.

“Gimme one second. I don’t care if the period’s almost over. Fifteen minutes of class is fifteen minutes of class…”

You held back the urge to sigh again. If Wellston showed up, he’d probably force you all to stay back an hour and “catch up”. That, and you had the careers fair to help out with right after this period. The door closed again as Principal Evans took a call outside, and you let your eyes shut.

“Hey Martin, I’ve got a class here that…” Her voice fading into the background and your class starting to murmur again, you opened your eyes, only to catch Miles’ gaze just for a second.

“What?” you said, looking at him, though it came out a little too confrontational.

“What?” he mirrored back, though it came out a little too much like a statement. Miles — always good at making you feel stupid, you supposed.

“What’s up with you today?” you started, deciding it was better to bite the bullet.

“Nothing. Why?” Maybe not.

“Are you going to the careers fair…?”

“I kind of have to.” You probably should’ve slapped him when you had the chance.

“…Yeah, but—”

“Alright! Silence!” Principal Evans was at the door, holding it open with her foot. “Nobody’s comin', so y’all gotta do some work until the bell. I do apologise.”

There was a little commotion as people “got to work”, and you shot Miles one last glare before pretending to be interested in the notebook you’d had closed all period.

And so, fifteen minutes passed by with the sound of scribbling next to you, and when you stubbornly tried to peek, his arm just had to be in the way.

A lot was in the way between you two, it felt like. So much for being friends.

The bell finally rang, and you stretched a little as people left, preparing yourself for another hour or two before you could go back to your dorm. At least you wouldn’t have to talk to Miles, you had… freshman to talk to. Maybe this was a learning opportunity — I hated freshman, but from participating in a careers event at my school, I learnt that they’re not just people I have to shove past to get into the cafeteria. At least you didn’t have to put that abysmal sentence in your college essay until next year.

The chair next to you screeched, making you jump a little. You stopped yourself from cursing under your breath, noticing Principal Evans still lingering by the door. She was ushering the last people out, a crease between her brows.

“What class is this?” Her voice was directed at you, you realised.

“Calc BC,” you replied.

“Calc BC…” She seemed to emphasise every sound as she talked, as if she was thinking about something important. “Well aren’t you a bright bunch?” You managed a tiny smile, feeling like you weren’t a part of that “bunch” at the moment.

“I don’t mean to bother you, but… do you know what happened to Mr. Wellston?” you asked, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. You couldn’t believe you were asking about him, but you really needed to figure out how you were gonna pass — and soon.

“I know as much as you do,” she shrugs, earrings swaying as she turns her head back to her phone. “If you wait, I might be able to find out for you. Is it urgent?”

“I mean…” you started, before you felt a slight nudge at your arm.

“We’re gonna be late.” Miles gave you an unreadable look, and for some reason you relented.

“It’s fine, Principal. Thank you.”

“Take care now.” She moved out of the way for you to leave, but before you did, she spoke up again. “Oh, and Miles — I’m already making arrangements, so expect me to call you up at some point.”

“Cool. I mean— okay, thanks,” he mumbled, starting to walk down the hall.

You followed, having to push to keep up among the many students that were moving past. Damn fast walkers…

Feeling the uncomfortable need to talk, you opened your mouth. “We’re going to the gymnasium, right?”

“Yeah.”

“When can we leave?”

“Like, 6pm, or something.” Great.

“That late? How long’s the fair?”

“Thought you’d know.” Oh, maybe.

“I would, if someone told me,” you huffed under your breath.

There was another stretch of silence between you, the school starting to empty as you walked towards the other side where the gymnasium was. Miles didn’t have his earphones in, so there wasn’t much of an excuse for you to be ignored. Somehow, that made you feel less confident to speak.

“How was your break…?” you tried. He was unresponsive for a moment before shrugging.

“Boring.”

“...Yeah, same.” You didn’t sound very certain. The look he gave you made it clear he could tell. There was an uncomfortable pause that made you regret talking in the first place.

“…You okay?” he asked, suddenly.

“What?”

He took in a deep breath, looking at you more seriously. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… why?” You raised your brow at him, even if he couldn’t see.

“Don’t need a reason to ask.”

“I’m pretty sure you do.”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“How the hell was that a rhetorical question?”

“That one’s rhetorical too.”

When you realised what he meant, you couldn’t help but smile slightly at the stupidity of your conversation. You thought you caught the corner of his mouth raise too.

“Good thing Ms. White doesn’t pick on you, then,” you joked.

“Watch it, I got an A in English.” The way he said it almost made you laugh. Almost. You wouldn’t give him that.

“Right. And what don’t you have an A in?”

“Calculus.”

“No way…” You gave him a dubious look. “Seriously?”

“A plus.” He was definitely holding back a smile.

“Shut up.” You held back your own smile, too.

The both of you made it to the halfway-point of the campus, where the greenery and outdoor seating was — the place where they’d take all the promotional pictures. If only they could maintain the rest of the school like that too. Though you had to admit, it was a nice day out for January.

Miles stayed silent as you walked. You decided to stay skeptical for now, but a part of you also really just wanted to get along with him. Better than being annoyed at his existence for the next 2 hours.

Maybe he’d just had a bad day — or a bad winter break. He’d been absent for a while, anyway. That wasn’t for no reason. Maybe he just had a lot on his plate. A lot to catch up with, especially.

“How are you getting As anyway? Haven’t you like… missed a lot of classes?”

“I guess.” He shrugged, and the setting sun made it clear that he looked more frazzled and tired than usual. His hair looked like it hadn’t been re-braided in a while, though you wouldn’t tell him that.

Still, when he squinted uncomfortably at the sunlight shining right in your direction, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes again. One was slightly more green, the other slightly brown, coppery flecks in each. They were barely distinguishable in the dim fluorescent light of the school, but you couldn’t help but stare.

He was damn pretty. He was everything, it seemed. Smart, interesting, unique, mysterious, good-looking… You cringed at the realisation that this probably wasn’t a normal thing to think about someone you were supposed to be mad at. Were you supposed to be mad at him…?

“Guess everyone that goes here is a genius huh?” you continued in a rhetorical fashion, a part of you hoping he’d made the same awful joke again,

“That include Rafael?” You pressed your lips together at the mention, stopping the laugh from forming.

“He’s…” you tried, and failed. “Definitely something.”

“You’re smart, though.” You almost stopped walking. He said it so quietly you almost thought you’d misheard.

“I am literally failing Calc.”

“You’re almost failing Calc,” he corrected.

“I will be failing Calc in a week’s time.” You might as well admit it. The thought of that exam next week was hopeless.

“You ain’t even that bad at it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just practice.”

“Right, right, yeah. I’ll do that.” You didn’t sound very reassured. Miles didn’t seem to be in the mood for reassuring, either, shoving his hands in his pockets.

As you approached the gymnasium, you recognised more of those colourful, weirdly-designed posters, the ones you’d posted around school. Who even made those…?

Someone else was in the distance, walking around the corner. You did a double-take as you elbowed Miles.

“Hey, is that…?” You trailed off, the two of you stopping abruptly.

“The hell is he doing here?”

“No clue. Why’s he coming this wa—”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled behind one of the pillars, and then directly facing Miles.

“What are you doing?!” you whisper-shouted.

“Just shut up for a sec…!” he whisper-shouted back, widening his eyes at you before peering past your less-than suitable hiding place.

His face was just a breath away from yours, arm blocking you from moving, or really seeing what he was so desperately trying to look at. Your heart was starting to thump in your ears, and you couldn’t find it in you to breathe, eyes fixed on his hand curled around your wrist for a moment before he let go, focusing on what was in the distance.

“Nobody’s seen him all day,” he mutters to you.

“Yeah, I know, but why are we hiding?”

“He’s— Just keep still.” He giving you a warning look, much like the one he gave Rafael — this time, with a hint of worry.

Deciding to keep your mouth shut, you dared to look past the pillar, just as he did.

There, approaching the gymnasium back door, was Mr. Wellston. The man came to a stop, walking awkwardly beside the wall, glancing around as if he was trying to avoid something.

In a split second, he disappeared behind one of the pieces of foliage. Miles stared hard, grabbing your arm and advancing the two of you closer. You were confused, before Miles’ grip on your sleeve tightened. Only then did you see it.

Almost seamlessly, Wellston disappeared, taking on the form of a police officer, yellow visitor’s badge around his neck — P.C. Williams, officer for the careers fair.

“Jesus Christ…” Miles muttered, eyes fixed on him, right until he went through the gymnasium doors.

You thought the exact same thing.

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[bakedbakermom]

Takeout Interruptus (read on ao3) fluff and humor // T // 1k words tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

A makeout session is interrupted by an over-enthusiastic delivery boy who just can't take a hint. (Note: "OK Chinese Restaurant" is a real place in the SF Bay Area, so I hope you will forgive me for the name. I always wanted to open another place across the street called "Good Chinese Restaurant.")

Scully’s tongue thrusts hot and wet into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair. She gasps as his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt to begin a teasing journey up the sweet plains of her stomach, inching higher and higher... when a loud knock sounds at Mulder’s door. “Sorry,” he murmurs against her lips. “Forgot I ordered food.”

She whines when he pulls away, though her stomach is rumbling. “Hurry back, G-Man.”

He smiles over his shoulder as he grabs his wallet and opens the door, revealing a gangly teenager with bright red hair, a smattering of acne, and an anemic little caterpillar of a mustache valiantly attempting to crown his upper lip. In his hands are two bulging bags of takeout, their stylized font proudly proclaiming them the product of Mr. Fung’s OK Chinese Restaurant (Ask About Two-for-One Tuesday Special!).

“Hey, Zack, how’s it going?”

“Good, Mr. Mulder, thanks. That’ll be $27.50.” He holds the bags up for emphasis and Mulder thumbs through his wallet. “Hey, so, you were right about that book you told me about, the one with the yetis? Susie thought it was really cool and now I think maybe she thinks I might be really cool and so I was just wondering if you had any, like, recommendations for more? Because, like, I’m not great with girls, and she’s so pretty and so smart and she smells, like, so good and I just don’t want to blow it, like—“

Mulder pulls out a few worn bills with an unnecessary flourish, waving them right under the boy’s nose, and Zack’s motor mouth dies abruptly. “Next time, okay? Keep the change.”

Oblivious, the young man bumbles on. “Come on, man, it’s just that I’m, like, really nervous? I’m supposed to meet up with her after my shift tonight and she was like, ‘it’s no big deal’ but, like, it’s a super big deal and you’re always so, like, suave and stuff I just thought maybe—”

“Zack,” Mulder says with emphasis, though not without kindness. “I’m a little busy tonight.”

The boy peers around his shoulder into the living room. “Oh hey, Ms. Scully.” She smiles indulgently and wiggles her fingers at him in a small wave. “You guys got some cool new case going on? Oh is it gross? Susie loves when I talk about the gross ones, that Flukeman thing had her fascinated for days so maybe you could just, like, give me a few details and I could like—”

He is inching closer to the door and Mulder sticks a hand out to grab the frame, his forearm forming a barricade before the boy can cross the threshold. “Not exactly, Zack.” Scully can’t see his face, but she can hear in his voice the wide eyes, the raised brows, the way his mouth presses into a thin line as he silently begs the boy to take the damn hint (and the money) and go.

Zack peeks around him again, slower this time, and his eyes widen along with his grin. His gaze flicks back and forth as he takes in Scully’s pinked cheeks, Mulder’s disheveled hair, the coffee table with a pair of near-empty wine glasses and no casefiles in sight. “Oh man! Oh, oh wow. Is this—? Are you—? Oh man!” He gives Mulder a bony but encouraging punch on the shoulder, thumping him in the gut with the takeout bag in the process. “Yeah, sorry, yeah, no, you got it, Mr. Mulder, I’m outta here, say no more, I’ll just, yeah, okay uh—”

He bolts all of three steps before realizing he forgot something, and nearly drops it all as he tries to hand Mulder both bags and take the money at the same time, with only two knobby arms to handle the job. One more glance into the living room, his smile so big it looks painful and shows off an impressively shiny array of orthodontics. “Yeah, okay, bye guys, have a good night, I mean, uh, I’ll just—”

“Bye, Zack.”

“Right, yeah, uh, bye!” He nearly trips over his own oversized feet as he sprints down the hall, shoes squeaking all the way. Rolling his eyes, Mulder pushes the door shut—but not before they hear him whispering excitedly to himself, “Wait ‘til I tell Susie about this!” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Scully?” Mulder asks as he turns back to her. “Do you ever get the feeling that everyone in the world was just waiting for us to get together, and we were too dumb to see it?”

She rises from the couch and takes the bags, then pushes up on her toes to press her mouth fleetingly to his. “Frequently. I’m pretty sure Skinner has Barbie dolls of us and he makes them kiss when he thinks no one is watching.”

He follows her into the kitchen, grabbing plates from the shelves she can’t reach while she rummages through the drawers for clean utensils. When she turns to face him, she finds him already close enough to touch, close enough that his body heat washes over her in a wave that sends tingles from her scalp to her toes. He grabs the counter on either side of her waist, trapping her between the firm brackets of his arms. “Think that kid is gonna get lucky tonight?”

Scully smiles, hooking her fingers through his belt loops and pulling until his hips are flush with hers. She threads her hands into his hair and pulls his face down close. “The more pressing question is,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over his lips, “are you going to get lucky tonight?”

“Would it improve my chances if I started talking about yetis?”

She reaches around, squeezes his ass with both hands, and he yelps as he bucks against her. “Let’s not risk it,” she smirks into his mouth, and kisses him like she wants to swallow him whole.

The takeout goes cold on the counter, but warms up nicely for a midnight snack.

I could not get this idea out of my head. At first I wanted to make it a scene in a larger piece of smut, but ultimately decided it was too funny and needed to be shared on its own. So. Here you go. I do not know why all my fics lately are food-related.

[newtypezaku]

Jerid's Sortie Order (1987)

"Hey, Zaku, surely it doesn't take you two and a half years to read a book." It does when you set it aside for several months to watch a ton of hella mid isekai anime, start the first G-Saviour novel and go even slower because of all the hella mid isekai anime, and then forget about both for several more months because you're too lazy to do language practice after work. But I did it eventually!

As with Char's Return, this is a single-player RPG with choose-your-own-adventure branching and turn-based combat. This time, you're Jerid Messa in the final days of his Titans training. When guerrillas take over a Federation base and threaten to use their own experimental technology against them, Bask Om gives Jerid 24 hours to save the day. Summary under the cut.

Setting

January, UC 0087. Buckland Base in Alaska hosts several experimental technologies away from prying eyes. Research into artificial Newtypes has begun. It also has a perimeter defense system powered by Kerberos, a satellite power station in geostationary orbit above the base. Using "Wave Catchers," microwaves received from Kerberos are converted into electricity that can power high-output beam weaponry, which could enhance the defenses of bases without large nuclear reactors. Kerberos itself could also be used as an orbital weapon...

In the Bering Sea to the west, Jerid Messa, Emma Sheen, and Kacricon Cacooler are five months into their special training program to become Titans officers. They are aboard the Graf Zeppelin, a massive attack carrier initially developed by Zeon but captured and completed by the Federation. The program is nicknamed "Top Gundam," a portmanteau constructed from the old US Navy's flight academy and the ace machine of the One Year War.

Characters

Jerid Messa: You assume the role of 23-year-old Jerid Messa at the end of his training. As the protagonist, Jerid doesn't come across as abrasive or comically evil as his anime counterpart.

Emma Sheen: A fellow student at Top Gundam. Described as a woman of Eastern descent with graceful features and the air of an honors student.

Kacricon Cacooler: A fellow student at Top Gundam. A rough, veteran-looking guy who Jerid has known for longer than Emma.

Bask Om: A high-ranking officer within the Titans who arrives at the Graf Zeppelin with a dangerous, time-sensitive, mission.

Alaska Native old man: Helps Jerid after a guerrilla encounter in a village. He has little intel but leaves an impact on Jerid by explaining his reasons for living traditionally.

Alaska Native young girl: The old man's granddaughter, who helps rally Jerid's fighting spirit and gives him another reason to complete the mission.

Ex-Zeon soldier: Crash-landed in the region during the One Year War, was healed by the Alaska Natives who found him, and decided to live in their village after growing tired of the war.

Enemy commander: A middle-aged man described as having sharp eyes despite an otherwise scrawny, hollow appearance.

Tom Cruising: Senior Crewman with the local guard. He shows up at the end to congratulate Jerid on his success and remind you that this is supposed to be loosely based on Top Gun.

Mechanics

MS-06MH Marine Hizack: One of three MS that Jerid can select for the mission; it confers an advantage in underwater combat but cannot use beam weapons. Its model number suggests that, despite the name, it's more likely to be the MS-06M/MSM-01 Zaku Marine Type that appeared in Zeta.

MS-09 Dom Blizzard Type: Presumably equivalent to the MSV-R Dom Cold Climate Type. It also appears in the game text as the MS-09F2.

MS-14A Gelgoog

MS-17B Galbaldy Alpha

MS-87D Nashorn: "Zeon's Phantom MS" that saw limited deployment during the One Year War, armed with a hyper rifle.

MSM-10 Zock

MAN-07 Grabro

RMV-05 Guntank Hover: Presumably derived from the RMV-1 as a hovering vehicle, although its in-book art depicts a machine with an upper body that's closer to the original Guntank but with a mono-eye head.

RGC-80 GM Cannon

RGM-79R Gundam Copy Type: Shares the same model number as retrofitted GMs that led to the development of the RMS-179; in the game, though, it's a clone of the original Gundam with Amuro's combat data.

RMS-179 GM II: One of three mobile suits Jerid can select for the mission; it has more HP than the Marine Hizack and is the only unit that can use a beam rifle.

RMS-106 Hizack: One of three mobile suits Jerid can select for the mission. It's used in the training exercises before the mission starts and has stronger armor than either the Marine Hizack or GM II.

RMS-117 Galbaldy Beta

ORX-003 Domingo: Described as the predecessor of the ORX-005 Gaplant, a transformable mobile suit with exceptionally high speed and aerial combat capabilities.

MAX-09 Dura: A behemoth MS nearly 70 meters tall and weighing 685 tons, it was developed from the Big Zam. The Dura has multiple high-output beam cannons, a deflection shield that weakens beam attacks, and, learning from the Big Zam's defeat, sub-arms with close-combat weapons. It is the final boss. Confusingly listed in the book's MS table as the MAX-09, on the back cover as the MAX-07, and in the game text as the MAX-11.

FF-3 Saberfish

M-4A3 Salamander: A hovertank armed with missiles.

Fa-223 Drache: Described as a combat helicopter, but its in-game artwork looks more like the fusion of a Luggun and a Dopp.

Dodai Kai

Story

Aboard the Graf Zeppelin, Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon go through their last big round of combat training. In a simulator, Jerid pilots a Hizack against up to three opponents: a damaged GM II, another Hizack, and the Gundam with Amuro's combat data. After simulator training is completed, the three participate in mock aerial combat aboard Hizacks riding Dodai Kais. (The number of opponents you defeat during the training phase determines how many skill points you start with.)

As aerial training concludes, you're all summoned by Bask Om. He explains that guerrillas have captured nearby Buckland Base -- and by extension, Kerberos, which is controlled remotely -- and are demanding that the Federation government release Zeon war prisoners. Because of the beam turrets powered by the Kerberos satellite, directly attacking the base is not an option. Neither is destroying the satellite itself. What about the Wave Catchers? Their locations are a closely-guarded secret, so they have to be found first.

If their demands aren't met within 30 hours, the guerrillas will use Kerberos to attack colonies. An organization as proud and just as the Titans could never allow a laser to strike a colony; the very idea is preposterous. Due to Minovsky Particle interference, someone has to locate and destroy the Wave Catchers and then call for reinforcements using laser-line communication from the Buckland Base control tower. The mission is assigned to Jerid, the one with the highest marks among the three trainees.

Once Jerid selects a machine and weapons, he departs the Graf Zeppelin in a high-speed capsule to one of two locations on the Alaskan coast. The mission area is a 6x4 grid and moving to an adjacent cell takes two hours, although this is reduced to one if a high-mobility item is equipped. All objectives must be achieved within 24 hours.

Jerid is free to roam the grid, encountering various enemies (defeating them earns more skill points) and procuring items that will help him later. Several, such as infrared goggles, are for the eventual infiltration of Buckland Base. Others are additional ammo or different weapons for his MS, in addition to repair docks that fully restore the unit's HP but require two hours to use. A few areas are also protected by minefields.

With the exception of two Alaska Native villages, the region is sparsely populated. He is more likely to run into a guerrilla than a civilian, although the latter do have items and information if you are able to converse. A young girl in one village gifts him a protective amulet that fits neatly into the breast pocket of his normal suit, which certainly isn't foreshadowing anything.

After destroying all three Wave Catchers and crossing the minefield outside Buckland Base, Jerid breaks into the facility in search of the communications room. There are infrared sensors along the way that must be avoided and gun-toting troops guard most routes. After reaching the room and sending the laser communication, the enemy commander and his men attack, but Jerid survives a gunshot thanks to the protective amulet. He still blacks out.

When Jerid wakes up, he's in a large dome under the base where the enemy commander has graciously provided him with his MS, repaired and rearmed, for a fight to the death against two artificial Newtypes loaded with Char and Amuro's combat data. Seeing the Gundam, Jerid recalls a family trip to Ireland where he met a girl who showed him a commemorative photobook of the machine. Jerid defeats both and the commander angrily prepares to destroy the dome from the inside, but since Jerid successfully called for help, Emma and Kacricon arrive to prevent the dome from collapsing on him.

Upon exiting the dome, the enemy deploys its final card, the Dura. It immediately bathes the area in fire and threatens to destroy the Graf Zeppelin approaching offshore. Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon all fight together and eventually bring the lumbering hulk down. (Although it's not a game over if either Emma or Kacricon die, this does lead to a bad ending where Jerid dies from extreme fatigue at the end of the mission.) With the Dura's defeat, the Buckland Base staff are rescued, as are civilians from the two villages who were captured after you left. You are reunited with the young girl, who reminds you of the one you met in Ireland years ago.

Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon return victorious to the Graf Zeppelin. Jerid does a victory roll on the deck, causing Bask to spill hot coffee on himself in the control room because, remember, this is Top Gun. At the debriefing, Bask promotes them all to Lieutenant Junior Grade and offers them the chance to become Gundam Mk. II test pilots (Two months later, the AEUG infiltrates Green Oasis and any character growth that Jerid experienced while completing this mission is lost when he encounters an autistic teenager.)

So there you have it!

Most of the story is contained the prologue and epilogue, as there's no canonical path to completing the mission. Only the Wave Catcher cells and the young girl's village are hard requirements, but given where they are relative to each other, you need to find a high-mobility item as early as possible. Same deal with items for base infiltration; you need at least two of the infrared goggles, wire rope, and landmover to reach the comms room before getting caught. There's probably also a fine line you have to walk between avoiding battles and fighting them for skill points, because repairs are expensive time-wise.

Dunno what's next; I certainly have no shortage of books to try!

[lotusthewriter]

This night has opened my eyes (and I'll never sleep again)

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) Rating: G Relationships: Edward & Alfons Characters: Edward Elric, Alfons Heiderich; MENTIONED - Alphonse Elric Summary: Ed gets a cat home for once. Alfons doesn't like cats. Pre-Conqueror of Shamballa. Word count: 973 AO3

A/N: Based on this cute fanart of CoS!Ed with a cat! Except I made it sad. This is also my first time writing Alfons, so I hope it's good!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - presumed past character death and grief/mourning.

DO NOT SHIP ED AND ALFONS, NOR THE ELRIC BROTHERS. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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It’s a rainy, chilly night. Edward was supposed to be back at least an hour ago with groceries. But something came up…

“Ed? Where have you been?” Alfons asks from the kitchen, lighthearted even if concerned. He isn’t the kind to get mad at Ed or anyone. “I was worried you might get sick out there.”

“Nah, don’t worry too much.”

“Well, I managed some soup for now.”

“Great.” Ed takes off his boots, then he lets his wet hair loose. “I got us something special.”

There are steps coming out of the kitchen. “Oh, let me help you—”

Alfons stops in the way the moment a small meow echoes in their apartment. Ed carries all the groceries with his right arm, while the left has sheltered the cat inside his big coat.

“… What is this?” His roommate questions.

“We got a little buddy to join us for dinner, that’s what! I thought I might call him Ferdinand. Is it too grown up for him?” Ed caresses the gray cat once he releases the groceries.

“Wait, hold on, Ed. Did you really just pick up a random cat from the street?”

Ed’s smile starts to fade.

“Well, yeah… I thought it’d be nice to have a cat.” Finally, after all these years denying it.

Alfons does not look pleased with the idea. If anything, he looks not only judgmental of Ed’s decision, but he’s not very excited about the cat, which goes against Ed’s expectations.

“… You don’t like cats,” the latter confirms.

“Uh… ‘don’t like’ is a bit strong,” Alfons realizes and laughs nervously. “I’m fine with pets, but cats… I don’t really understand their temperament.”

“So you don’t like them.”

“Ed, that’s not what I meant—”

“But I know you don’t. And that’s- that’s fine. I’m sorry I brought him before knowing what you thought.”

Alfons grows quiet as Ed refuses to look him in the eye. The cat has also stopped meowing.

“Edward, I’m not mad, okay?” The former insists. “I don’t mind you having a cat, but right now, I’m not sure if it’s the best time. We’ve barely arrived here, gotten this apartment… how are you going to give the cat a home if we aren’t even able to buy much food for ourselves?”

Ed sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

He looks at the gray cat, which looks at him in return. It has beautiful hazel eyes.

Alfons scratches the back of his head.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you to leave him outside. He can stay over tonight. Maybe Ms. Gracia might help us out,” he imagines. “Maybe someone else can give him a home.”

Ed would’ve lashed out if it were a couple years ago. He remembers all the fights he pulled. He remembers all the times he did not allow a cat in his life, because he too couldn’t take care of it.

He just wanted to do this one thing he was never allowed. A little furry companion.

But no.

Alfons doesn’t like cats.

Not the way Al loved them and would’ve picked them up and hide them in his armor.

Ed can’t cry, either. He’s physically uncapable of crying. And the last time he did cry was when Al was literally separated from him for good.

The rain outside is losing its intensity.

Alfons is the one who sighs.

“Just… go take a shower and I’ll handle dinner, okay? Did you buy food for him, too?”

“Yeah.” Ed thought of everything. He even planned on giving one of his pillows to the cat and let it sleep in his room.

He places the cat on the floor for once. It meows again, pleased. Ed grabs a towel to dry the little guy.

The older Elric stares at its hazel eyes. Unlike everything else in this pale world, the eyes are the most vivid color he’s seen.

The cat is confused. It was promised it would stay.

Ed will end up breaking another promise.

“I’m sorry.”

The most emotion he’s felt in this last years.

Finally, he trusts Alfons to look after it while Ed gets warm.

He stands there for who knows how long.

Pale, pale blurs…

Ed also stares at the food and does not eat.

Alfons watches him.

“Ed…”

Another conversation that won’t go anywhere.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s fine, Alfons.”

(The name is also spoken with poison.)

“Look, again, maybe another day you can get a cat—”

“I wanted us to get a cat, but you don’t like them and that’s okay.”

The light-blonde boy sighs but he doesn’t protest too much.

“… This isn’t just about the cat, is it?”

Wow, so smart.

Obviously, Ed’s already being an asshole to Alfons, so he decides he won’t argue anymore.

“I know you miss home, Edward, and I’m sorry. I just… I want you to know that you can count on me.”

I can’t.

Alfons thinks Ed is making everything up about where he came from. Ed lives in a world where no one remembers him, because they’re nobody.

Ed is a nobody in a world of nobodies that have faces of everybody.

The cat is lying near Ed’s foot under the table (besides wanting to eat everything else on the floor right after it ate).

“I mean it, you can trust me,” Alfons promises.

Ed sighs yet again. He finally takes some soup, which has gone cold at this point.

“Okay.”

Ed wishes he could say something else to Alfons.

But what’s the point if this world isn’t even real?

If not even in this dream Ed could get a cat? Or relive the bond that meant the world to him?

There’s nothing he can do.

He’ll just have to live in this bad dream and pay for everything that he did.

…

Ed just wants his little brother.

He just wants Al back.

[readerofoddities]

Hi

I am going insane so here's a Life Series AU but it's Cult of the Lamb (no art just yet because I'm still finalizing some design shit)

For you trafficblr folks, here's the main gist of the game:

You play as a cute little lamb and start a cult.

That's it, that's all I'm giving you here because there will be MAJOR spoilers for the game throughout the post

First off, I had to decide who our Lamb is gonna be.

You might be saying "oh! So maybe one of the winners will be our player character!"

NO! I have different ideas for them

Our Lamb is Jimmy Solidarity

Why?

Because the Lamb is the last of their kind and this will be the only time Jimmy will die last (kidding, hoping for a future Jimmy win)

Now, for those in the CotL Fandom who also like this series and/or are just interested in what I'm saying (which i doubt lmao), you may be wondering who is playing the Bishops and the Mystic Seller?

Originally, I was gonna go sibling/God age = winner but that made for weird combinations

So I ended on the following:

Grian = Mystic Seller because he was the first winner, the MS has a sun motif and so does G's winner symbolism and he is the creator of the Life Series

Scott = Shamura because both have a sort of calm hopelessness to their characters. The head injury is also reminiscent of how Scott's thoughts/free will caused him to turn against the game so losing his mind could represent him losing his free will or whatever

Martyn = Kallamar because first off he lived in the sea in his season. Also, Kallamar's injury is to his ears and Martyn's Eyes and Ears lore fit SO well. Also, c!Martyn is the type to fully just say "hey kill my sibling instead"

Joel = Narinder because he gives the same middle child energy as Nari. Also, I think he'd play off of Jimmy as the Lamb in a hilarious way. Plus, betraying his family is, like, the opposite of what he was about in Wild Life

Pearl = Heket because both are unhinged ladies. That's straight up my reasoning. Also, Pearl as a boss would be INSANE in a similar way to my beloved Heket (it took me and my brother 5-ish tries to beat Heket in multiplayer soooo). Also, Pearl losing her voice would be such an interesting plot point to explore

Scar = Leshy because both are super chaotic and also the sunflower thing from Secret Life. Scar losing his sight would also be fun to see

Now, Cleo isn't included in the gods because, first off, there are no other gods and second, I have a special place for her

Cleo gets to be my favorite character Chemach. Both are unhinged and Cleo being someone who collects severed body parts makes sense lol

The rest have fallen into place afterwards

Tango is Ratau because Ranchers

Ren is Haro because of his theatrical way of interacting, so being the lore guy makes sense

Impulse is Clauneck and Skizz is Kudaai because they NEED to be a duo

Our other canaries are the twin guards that hang with Narinder. Lizzie is Baal, Mumbo is Aym

BigB is Helob because I thought it would be funny

Bdubs is Rakasha because both are small and Etho is Rakasha's snail wife because I think I'm funnier than I am

Lastly, our newest member of the series, Gem! I thought she'd fit the Goat, since she's a more violent (/j) version of Jimmy and is a later addition like the Goat was

Coming later on is some concept art of what they'd look like in game so look out for that lol

Also, there aren't enough Lifers to fill ALL of the character slots so I guess other Mcyters could fit in those but I'm sure not gonna do it

[tangleweave]

Persuasion ~ Phil

[ A Test of Skill / Closed ]

{ Persuasion: 18 }

Agent Coulson had spent the fullness of a career in SHIELD learning the precise methodology behind approaching people. By this point, he knew virtually every kind, and had a better-than-decent bead on what one was liable to do in a given situation, with given environment, under given circumstances. Spycraft was a meticulous business, and he'd been under the tutelage of Nick Fury himself nearly since emerging from the Academy… and he would never have thought to ask for a different mentor.

But in the months following the Battle of New York, after his ostensible recovery from near death and then the frustrating stonewalling of his own investigation into what had truly happened… well, there was something to be said for not putting all his eggs into one basket. Another lesson learned from Fury -- the very man he was now attempting to circumvent.

Enter one Corinne Bailey. A barista to the eyes of the world… an occasionally useful asset in the eyes of SHIELD. A little bit tetchy, but for good reason, in his estimation; she had, after all, been fortunate to escape the whole Cross incident with her life. Anybody who came walking into her coffee shop that carried himself like he knew what he was doing was almost certainly going to get a suspicious look.

And that was only one element of the facade he would need to assemble. He would have to adopt a certain note of vulnerability, traveling beneath the waves of his ingrained self-confidence… not a shark slavering for a meal, but a dolphin seeking its pod. He would have to make a point of looking her in the eye and speaking softly, kindly. A little uncertainly, beyond the range of a SHIELD agent and more into the realm of 'just a guy looking for answers'.

Some thought had gone into his attire, as well, of course. He'd briefly considered donning civvies. It had become his impression that one could rarely go wrong in a hoodie. But that might offer her the wrong impression. If he was going to prostrate himself before her, it made less sense to do so outside the trappings of his employment, which had after all been the reason for his life continuing to this point in the first place. But he wasn't about to do it in a SHIELD vehicle. Lola was the way to go. Thus it was that he found a spot in a parking garage just down the block from the nondescript coffee shop that was Ms. Bailey's pride and joy.

When he passed through the front door, the sight that met Ms. Bailey and her staff assistants was that of someone who seemed to have taken the term "G-Man" and simply run with it to its most logical endpoint. A well-tailored dark gray suit, white shirt, gray silk tie, and aviator sunglasses which were tugged off his face with one hand, revealing hazel eyes with the faint crinkling of a squint not yet fully rendered away by the soft artifical lighting.

The moments that followed would be crucial in order for her to not try to rabbit out of the place. There were no other customers here just now, and that was a small mercy for everyone involved. Approaching with his badge and ID would be too aggressive a maneuver, and reaching into his pocket now might look like he was going for a weapon. No, best to order off the menu, toss her a little good faith as well as some business off the bat.

As he approached the counter, he offered a gentle smile and a nod of greeting. "Hi. I'd like to get a medium of today's special, and a ham and Swiss croissant, if you wouldn't mind?"

With context established, he was free to withdraw his billfold from his jacket… and along with the five twenty dollar bills he pressed to the countertop, his badge.

"And a few moments of your time, Ms. Bailey… when you have them to spare."

[dmwrites]

(I am not sorry for this btw)

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I woke up to my evil stepmom, Iskall85, throwing a potion of harming onto my bed.

“y/n! Wake up! You’re going to be late for school! Were you up late watching those stupid Minecraft YouTube videos again? You’re as useless as diorite! You are why I do hard drugs!” She left the room, and I sighed. Another boring day of my boring life. But I was going to be late for school if I didn’t get ready now.

I got up and put on my cutest outfit- my black suit. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and stopped in front of the mirror to smooth down my mustache. I sighed. I was just y/n, no one special.

My evil stepmom Iskall85 was snorting redstone off the counter when I entered the kitchen. I sighed, because they were evil and wouldn’t even share their redstone dust with me, and grabbed a banana off the counter. There was a honk from outside.

"Bye, step-Iskall. I'm off to school." I said. My stepmom just flipped me off, and I went outside, sighing some more. I ran over to my bestie’s car and hoped in.

“Good morning Scar!”

“Goodness gracious, y/n, we’re gonna be late! Good thing the swaggon goes fast!” My bestie, Goodtimeswithscar said, slamming on the gas. Scar was super nice and popular, not to mention handsome, and everyone at school loved him. I would probably always be in his shadow, but at least he had taken me in as his friend.

“Sorry, I accidentally slept in. And my evil stepmom threw a potion of harming on me. Do I look okay? I only had time to put my hair up in a messy bun. And I bet my mustache looks atrocious!” I said.

“You look so good, y/n!” Scar said, blowing through a red light. “You’re so hard on yourself, you’re like the prettiest guy in school!”

“Whatever, that’s you you’re talking about.” I replied, but blushed a little.

The swaggon came screeching into the parking lot, and me and Scar got out, running to our science class.

Science class was usually a pretty good place to fix my hair and mustache, as the science we were assigned to do was always chaotic. Ms. ZombieCleo, and her assistant JoeHills, were kept pretty busy making sure no one accidentally created a toxic gas. Today, Docm77 and Rendog had been caught doing… something in the back of the classroom, and it gave me and Scar ample time to sort out ourselves.

“As I was saying, y/n, you have to stop being so hard on yourself!” Scar said, handing me a compact mirror and a mustache comb. “You get top grades, you’re great at redstone, and you always slay that suit!”

“I don’t know, Scar.” I said. “I just feel like I’m just some guy, you know? I’ll never catch anyone’s eye, or be prom queen.”

“Don’t be silly. I know you’re gonna achieve something great in this life, y/n.” Scar said earnestly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and in came one of the secretaries, Geminitay.

“y/n to the principal’s office.” She said. She looked kind of worried.

Goodtimeswithscar gripped my arm. “Great Jellie, y/n, are you in trouble?”

“I don’t know.” I replied. “I can’t think of anything that I could have done.” But I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and followed Geminitay out the door. Ms. ZombieCleo and JoeHills didn’t notice me leave.

“Is everything okay?” I asked Gem.

“I- well- I’ll get the principal to explain it to you.” Gem said, and we walked in silence the rest of the way to the front office. I was so nervous.

“Hello, y/n.” My principal, Mr. Xisumavoid, waved me into his office when we arrived.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Void?” I asked him.

“Well, it is quite the situation.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “You see, your mom just called-”

“Step mom.” I corrected him.

“Right, step mom.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “Well, either way, she called to tell us that she has sold you to someone else so she could buy more redstone and potions.”

I gasped. “What? She sold me? To who?” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe my stepmom had sold me!

Principal Xisuma looked down at the paper in front of him. “Ah, to a person called Grian.”

“Wait, what? You mean the famous youtuber Grian from Minecraft?” I gasped.

“Yep. That’s me. Grian from Minecraft!”

I turned around to find Grian standing at the door to Principal Xisumavoid’s office. It was really him! With his waffle-looking hair and beady black eyes and red sweater, there was no mistaking him.

“y/n, when I saw that your evil stepmom put you up for sale on Facebook marketplace, I knew I had to do something! Don’t worry, y/n, I am very famous and rich. We will be best friends. And I must say, your moustache looks lovely.”

I gasped and blushed, my tears drying. Famous youtuber Grian complementing me? y/n? Suddenly, I knew my life was about to get a whole lot crazier.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I love the fic recommendations you guys find! You're doing the Almighty's work.

So I was wondering, is there any fic in which the show characters somehow get in touch with the Good Omens book? Not with the characters of the book, but the book itself. As maybe the or one of the main uhh plot-points? Rather than just something little that happens. I've only found one in which that happened in the background and another in which it wasn't in the background, but it also wasn't explored much either.

I've just recently read (most of) the book and would like to see their reactions to all those little minor differences and similarities between their experiences and the book ones. Is there any fic like that?

Thank you in advance!

Hmm. Not sure of any exactly like this, but here are some in which the source material and the characters interact in someway, and a couple in which a book about parts of the story is written by one of the characters...

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (M)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write fanfiction. As it happens, they both write Good Omens fanfiction.

Of course, neither of them would ever admit this to the other.

(A love story told primarily in AO3 comments)

Absent Friends by CopperBeech (G)

In autumn of 2014, a caller at Aziraphale's bookshop is searching for something, but it's not a book.

“Thank you for looking after these. So many shopkeepers would just toss them out, it’s been a while, but – I don’t know why, he's owned loads of hats and scarves, but I gather he’s been asking for these in particular for some time."

The Audition by Quefish (G)

Aziraphale sees an interesting casting call and convinces Crowley to accompany him.

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction by asideofourown (T)

Onscreen, the interviewer gave a blinding smile and then said, “Mr. Dowling, since I have the privilege of being the first to interview you, I get to ask— what inspired you to write your novel?”

“I had a bit of an odd childhood,” Warlock said slowly, his head tilted slightly.  “While I was living here I had a nanny who took care of me for a few years, and she… inspired a bit about Ms. Cassandra in my novel.  Likewise, inspiration for Mr. Felix came from my family’s gardener when I was a kid.”  His lips twitched into a tiny, fond smile.  “They were a bit of an odd pair, Nanny Ash and Brother Francis, but they had a pretty big impact on me.  I guess you could say a little of the novel was inspired by what I wish my childhood could have been like— just a bit special and fantastical.”

The TV screen went black, and Crowley looked down at his fingers, frozen in a snap.  He had miracled the news off without even realizing.

Crowley leaned back against the couch and then ran a hand over his face.  “Bloody fucking hell,” he whispered.  

[Warlock writes a book, and reunites with some old friends]

Pleasant Flames by WednesdayTheWriter (T)

Crowley gets so bored he decides to take up writing. He writes a book about the adventures of Ez and J (who are, obviously, Aziraphale and Crowley.) The only noticeable difference in Ez’s character, Crowley thinks, is that he loves J back.

He brings his book to Aziraphale, not mentioning that he was the one who wrote it.

Fluff and comfort ensues.

- Mod D

[in-the-name-of-styles]

Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos. 

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

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It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the  doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was  going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

Love you guys! 

[courageous-she]

Extracurricular- Charlie Gillespie

Teacher!Reader x MusicTeacher!Charlie

Word Count: 2707

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say thank you for all the love on “Needing You”! I wrote this up, a little self-indulgently, but hope that some of you will find some enjoyment from it!

It had always been your dream to be an elementary school teacher. For as long as you could remember, you would play school with your American Girl Dolls or stuffed animals as your students. When the time came for college, you’d picked a program that would allow you to get your Master’s quickly. After student teaching and some substituting, you finally had your own fourth grade classroom.

You hadn’t been at your school long, seeing as it was only October, but you’d been there long enough to meet some of the other teachers. You got along well with your team teachers, and even made a few teacher friends you could hang out outside of school with.

It was a Wednesday and for some reason your students had more energy than normal, and it was taking a toll on you. Luckily, they had Music in a few minutes, so you decided to end the lesson early and have them start getting ready for the special. They were quiet in the hallway, giving you a quick break before dropping them off at the music room.

“Hey, fourth grade!” the music teacher, Mr. G said with enthusiasm as your class approached. You students began to file into the classroom, high-fiving or fist bumping Mr. G as they passed. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N.” Mr. G said more softly to you.

“Hi Mr. G. They’re a little more energetic than normal today.” You said, providing a well needed update on the class. Mr. G smiled, chuckling lightly at the statement.

“Nothing I can’t handle I’m sure.” There was a short pause before he continued, “Got any plans this weekend?” he asked you. This weekend was Halloween and you wanted nothing more than to spend it on your couch with a bottle of wine.

“I was just going to drink some wine and watch a movie.” You replied honestly, “Why? Have something in mind?” It wasn’t unusual for Mr. G, or you could probably call him Charlie, to ask you about your plans. A little harmless flirting was normal between the two of you seeing as you were the only two 20 something teachers in the school.

“I had about the same idea in mind. Would you maybe want to drink wine and watch a movie together?” He asked, a smirk playing on his face. As you were about to respond, one of your students came over and grabbed Charlie by the hand, tugging him into the classroom. You smiled and let him know that you would text him before letting him go to teach the class.

You: 7:00 my place?

You sent the text to Charlie, having had his number from staff meetings. The two of you liked to text during the meetings instead of actually paying attention. You didn’t expect a response right away anyway considering he was teaching your students. You took the 40 minutes your kids were at music to sit in the quiet and grade some classwork.

When you went to pick your class up, Charlie was waiting by the door, your class lined up behind him.

“7:00 sounds perfect. I’ll bring the refreshments” he said quiet enough so the class didn’t hear.

“I’ll text you my address” you said, smiling, “Alright friends, what do you say to Mr. G?” you asked, addressing your class.

“Thank you, Mr. G!” rang out in unison by your students.

“Bye guys! See you later!” Charlie waved, again high-fiving some kids on their way out. You turned around as your class walked to the end of the hall and Charlie shot you a quick wink before heading back into his classroom. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

*****

When Friday night finally did come, Charlie texted you around dismissal to make sure your plans were still on.

You: Definitely! But I hope you know I will be in my baggiest of sweatpants

Charlie: Glad we’re on the same page, I don’t wear real clothes outside of school, its sacrilegious

You chuckled at the text, making sure to send Charlie your address and apartment number. Your students filed out one-by-one until it was only you left in the classroom. You made sure to shut down everything and turn off the lights before making the quick trip to your car.

Once home, you threw your work clothes into your hamper and got into your designated sweatpants. Knowing that you were having company later encouraged you to give your apartment a good clean, something you hadn’t been motivated to do recently. You lived alone, but you preferred it that way. Sometimes after a long day of school it was just easier to come home and not have to talk to anyone about your day.

Soon enough, the buzzer in your apartment was ringing signaling that Charlie was downstairs waiting to be let up. You pressed the button to unlock the main door and waited by your front door for his knock. When it came, you opened the door to see Charlie carrying a large pizza, a bottle of wine, and bag of Halloween candy.

“You came prepared Gillespie” you said, taking some of the items from his hands. He kicked his shoes off by the door before following you into the small living room. You set the items down on the coffee table before getting comfortable on the couch, Charlie following suit next to you.

“I told you I’d bring the refreshments, didn’t I?” He asked, pulling a corner of your blanket over his legs. You laughed, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. Once the Netflix screen showed, you passed the remote to Charlie who gave you a confused look.

“I can’t decide on movies for the life of me, so this one’s on you” you said, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. You ate and watched as Charlie flipped through the movies, settling on a horror film. “Should have guessed you’d try to kill me tonight” you laughed.

“Hey, when you put me in charge of the movie, you can’t complain about what I pick” Charlie laughed, opening the bottle of wine.

“Oh! Let me get us some glasses,” you said, starting to remove the blanket from your lap. Charlie’s hand stopped you from getting any further.

“I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle if you are…” he suggested. You shrugged, not really caring about sharing the bottle with him. The two of you settled into the couch, eating pizza and sharing the bottle of wine. You definitely jumped at some parts in the movie and Charlie laughed at you each time.

About halfway through the movie, the both of you had finished eating and were now resting comfortably on the couch. However, the movie only began to get scarier as a really gory part showed on the screen. You jolted with surprise and shoved your face into Charlie’s neck, hand gripping the shirt material on his chest. 

“You can’t really be scared of this!” Charlie laughed.

“Of course, I’m scared!” you replied, voice muffled by his skin. Charlie only chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t go in there!” you shouted a few moments later to the girl in the movie.

“Of course, she’s going to go in there!” Charlie retorted, “it’d be no fun if she didn’t”

“Who said any of this was fun” you replied, getting ready to hide your face against Charlie again, “I can’t watch.” Again, Charlie pulled you closer, protecting you from the demons on the screen.

As the movie ended, you let out a sigh of relief. You quickly stood and made your way over to your fridge, pulling out another bottle of wine. 

“After that movie, I need more of this, and a new movie to forget that one”

“I’m down for another movie. But you’re choosing it this time” Charlie said, grabbing the bottle from you and taking a sip. As you scrolled through the choices, you landed on one that had made you cry the first time you watched it.

“Okay, Gillespie.” You said, selecting the movie and hitting play, “Time to see you cry”

“Oh, I don’t cry” Charlie said, a smirk on his face. You made a “let’s see about that” face and the two of you settled in to watch the movie.

As the sad part began to get more intense, you stole a glance over at Charlie. You could see tears slowly cascading down his cheeks. 

“I thought you said you didn’t cry” you joked, pushing on his shoulder with your own. Taken aback by the fact that you’d noticed him, Charlie quickly began to wipe the tears from his face.

“I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating.” He replied.

“Sure, tough guy. Don’t worry about it, crying is manly” you said, leaning into his side. He chuckled at you before pulling you closer to finish the movie.

*****

Two movies and two bottles of wine later, you stood to throw out the empty pizza box and candy wrappers.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it was. I should get going” Charlie said, looking at the time on his phone.

“You’ve been drinking, Charlie, probably not the best idea to drive right now” you said, holding up the two empty wine bottles. Charlie gave you a knowing look.

“Let me see if my roommate is still awake, maybe he can come grab me” But before you could even let Charlie unlock his phone to text his roommate, you blurted out a proposition.

“Or you could just spend the night here” You stared at Charlie, shocked the sentence even left your mouth. It was probably the alcohol that helped. Charlie looked at you, making sure he heard correctly.

“I mean, if you’re cool with me crashing on your couch…” he spoke slowly.

“Oh no, you can’t sleep on that. It may be good for sitting but if you sleep on it, you’ll wake up with a broken back. My bed is big enough, we can share…. If you’re okay with that” you quickly added. Charlie mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ before helping you clean up the rest of the mess. As you made your way into your room, you turned on your bathroom light. “I have an extra toothbrush you can use,” you said, handing Charlie the blue toothbrush.

The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom, looking at each other in the mirror while brushing your teeth. As Charlie finished, he made his way back into your room while you took a moment to wash your face. When you walked back into your room, Charlie was sitting on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me to get in bed” you laughed. Charlie sheepishly looked up at you, locking his phone and putting in on the end table.

“Wasn’t sure what side of the bed you normally slept on” he replied. You went over to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Charlie followed suit on the opposite side of the bed. You clicked off your side lamp and turned to face Charlie.

“Sorry in advance if I kick you in my sleep” you said.

“If you kick me, we’re going to have a problem” Charlie laughed. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off comfortably facing each other.

*****

You woke up the next morning to your head resting on Charlie’s chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. You laughed at the sleeping boy, noticing that he was no longer wearing a shirt. You tried to get out of bed without waking him, failing as his arm only wrapped tighter around you and a low groan came from the boy.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, voice low and eyes still closed.

“I was going to go make us some breakfast” you said. Charlie turned so his body was now facing yours, eyes still closed, and arms remaining around you.

“Five more minutes” he grumbled. “If you leave, I’ll be cold” he whined. You could only laugh.

“If I don’t get up, then you won’t have anything to eat in five minutes”

“I’ll buy us breakfast if you promise not to move” he said, voice low and soft. You replied with a quiet ‘okay’ and began to get comfortable.

“One thing though” you said, Charlie hummed in response, “When did you take your shirt off?”

“’mm like 2? Not sure, does it matter?” he asked. You mumbled a small ‘no’ not wanting to admit that you liked the feel of his warm skin against yours. You snuggled into him, hands reaching around and lightly dragging up and down his back. When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you let your hands stop, but when Charlie’s hand reached around to grab yours, mimicking your earlier motion, you continued.

You hadn’t realized that you’d fallen asleep, but you woke up in the same position, only this time Charlie’s fingers were lightly grazing up and down your back.

“Mornin’” he hummed, “Didn’t think you’d fall back asleep, did ya?” he teased. You lifted your eyes to meet his, taking in his bed head as well.

“Well, if you’d have let me get up the first time, I could have had breakfast ready for you” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Breakfast is ten minutes away” Charlie said, brushing your hair away from your face. You looked up at him, a little shocked he’d woken up and ordered breakfast. Your eyes met his and you watched as his fell to your lips. Your breath hitched and before you knew it, Charlie’s soft lips were on yours. 

It was gentle and quick, too quick if you were honest. But having kissed him once already now, you worked up the courage to kiss him again, this time taking the lead. You moved so that you were straddling him, his hands quickly finding a home on your hips, rubbing small circles on the skin under your shirt.

A moment later, you found yourself lying on your back, Charlie hovering over you. He only pulled away when his phone buzzed from next to you. He quickly checked his phone, looked at you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before getting up and pulling his sweatshirt on. Just as quickly as Charlie had gotten on top of you, he was off and out the door. 

Sliding out of bed, you threw on your sweatshirt and padded out to the kitchen. The front door opened and Charlie came in carrying two bags of food.

“What the hell did you order, Char?” you asked, grabbing a bag and beginning to open it. All kinds of breakfast foods laid out in front of you. Two arms landed their way on either side of you, locking you between him and the counter.

“Char?” he asked, voice low in your ear. Your face was warm as you turned around in the small space you had, noticing the smirk on the boy’s face. You weren’t sure how to respond, the nickname just kind of slipped out. But before you could respond, Charlie’s hand gently held your chin and his lips met yours once again. “Don’t worry” he said against your lips, “I like it”

He quickly lifted you onto the counter, slipping in between your legs and placing another kiss against your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, tasting each of the foods that Charlie had ordered.

*****

As the two of you cleaned up the kitchen a little while later you asked, “So, am I going to have to compete for your attention at school?” Charlie gave you a confused look, not sure what you meant by that statement. “Considering how all the fourth and fifth grade girls have the biggest crushes on you?” you asked, a smile playing at your lips.

Charlie chuckled, coming over to rest his hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own. “You’re the only one who gets this kind of attention” he quietly said before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for more.

[davidlikesguys02]

We Interrupt This Program

M/n= Male Name 

Bold- Means its on a tv screen. 

GIF Not mine

Word count: 2,932

“No, I can't leave Monica.” “mom? It's ok, I can stay with grandma and…” “I can't leave” “maybe I'll build a spaceship. I wanna be an aircraft pilot.” “when they were handing out kids they gave her the toughest one. Lieutenant trouble.” Monica wakes up breathing heavily and hearing crashing and people screaming as she makes her way towards the door and walks out. “Excuse me….” “they're all coming back. We don't have the capacity” the doctor tells her

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient. In room 104…” she asks a nurse “who, my wife? Do you have a phone?” “no” “i have to call my wife.” she makes her way towards the front desk “watch out” she bumps into a man, they both fall backwards grunting “let me help you. Are you ok? You ok?” “I got him. I got him.” “Are you ok?” she asks as she gets up groaning. She turns to the lady in the front desk.

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient in room number 104.” “I don't know what to tell you” she starts looking around her “Monica?” “oh, Dr. Highland, thank god!” “I can't believe it, where did you go?” “well, in her room since she came back from the surgery. I mean, I might have fallen asleep, but no longer than 20 minutes. Dr. Highland, where's my mom?” “your mom, she died honey” “what? No, no, no, no you're mistaken. My mother...the procedure went well. You said so yourself. Clean margins. You’re discharging her today”

“The cancer came back.” “Okay, stop, stop. No youre...my mom is Maria Rambeau. Look it up. I mean look it up. Maria Rambeau.” “Monica, I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me Marian died three years ago.” “three? No. no. no…” “which was two years after you…” “after i what? After what?” “after you disappeared.”

Monica is walking towards big metal doors. She takes out her keycards but it beeps so she tries again but it beeped again “Ma’am? Over here please” she walked over to him smiling “hi, good morning. I work here. And…” “if you did, your badge would work, wouldn't it?” “right um… I have a meeting with…” “hey. You know who this is?” “..this guy” “Captain Monica Rambeau.” “Director Tyler Hayward”

“Acting Director. You haven't aged a day” “and you look old as hell” Tyler chuckles “come on, let's catch you up. It's been three weeks and you're the first to report. Cant say I'm surprised captain.” “How are the numbers for the astronaut training program?” “ Dismal. Lost half my personnel in The Blip and half of those remaining have lost their nerve. The program hasn't been the same since you've been up there, Rambeau. We shifted away from manned missions and refocused on robotics, nanotech, AI. Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door.”

“It also says observation and response on that door, not creation” “worlds not the same as you left it. Space is now full of unexpected threats” “always was full of threats. And allies” “Listen, Monica, I just wanna acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation. I know S.W.O.R.D.'s your home. Your mom built this place from the ground up. You grew up here. You should've been here to help name the replacement.” “you were the obvious choice”

“I was the only choice.” “I wasn't gonna say it. Look, Tyler, you know the job you have to do. I'm here to do mine.” ”Let's get you back out there.” he takes out his keycard and opens the door to his office. “The FBI is in a tizzy over missing persons case up in Jersey…” “missing persons?” “I know. But they have requested use of one of our imaging drones, and I need a chaperone.”

“Tyler, drones usually chaperone me.” “i get it” “look, if this is because of...you don't have to worry about me. I'm good.” “There's no easy way to say this, but you're grounded.” Monica chuckles “you're kidding. For how long? Who whose protocol is this?” “Your mother's. She implemented guidelines in the event vanished personnel ever returned. Look, I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway.” “what's that?” “she believed you'd come back. You'd be doing me a big favor with this FBI thing, but if you need more time…”

“No. no. I'm good to go” “excellent. Keep me updated, captain.” Monica finally arrived at Westview “James E. Woo, FBI” “Monica Rambeau, S.W.O.R.D. what's the story here, agent woo?” “I've got a witness setup down the road in Westview, and this morning, it looked like he flew the coop?” “Your missing person is in the witness protection program?”

“I have contacted known associates, relatives…” “and let me guess, none of them have seen him either?” “No. None of them have ever heard of him. Something seemed hanky to me, so I took the first flight out of Oakland to interface with local law enforcement, which is when I encountered a new wrinkle.” “what's that?” “Pardon me, Sheriff. Would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?” “no such place” “you're saying the town of Westview, New Jersey, does not exist?”

“It's what I keep telling your G-man here, but he won't listen.” “I see. and , um, I'm sorry, what town are you from?” “Eastview” “Thank you, Sheriff. I'll reach out if we need any further assistance. I, uh, pulled phone numbers for all the residents. I'm only through the D’s, but so far I got Diddly Squat.” “So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?”

“This isn't a missing person's case, Captain Rambeau, it's a missing town. Population: 3,892.” “Why haven't you gone inside to investigate?” “Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in.” Monica walks over to her car and pulls out a drone. “What about you?” “Me? Well, I'm from Bakersfield, originally. Growing up, other kids had Michael Jordan posters on their walls, but I had Eliot Ness.”

“No, no, no, no. I mean, why is it that you have an awareness of Westview? Or me, for that matter? Is it because we are outside of a certain radius, or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?” She looks at the screen but the drone malfunctions. She looks up and it's gone “Wait, where'd it go?” “It was right there.” she walk towards the town but stops as she hears electricity bussing “whoa..”

“What is it?” “some sort of energy field” “Careful, Rambeau. Captain Rambeau! Watch it. Rambeau! Captain Rambeau! Captain Rambeau!” she sticks her hand in and it pulls her in and she disappears.

24 Hours Later

“Hey. What's your field?” “We're not supposed to talk to each other.” “hmm? Boy scout leader. Got it. And you” Darcy asked a woman next to the boy scout leader. “Nuclear biology” “artificial intelligence” “astrophysics. We got the full clown car. It means whatever the threat is, S.W.O.R.D. clearly has no idea what they're dealing with.” “I'm a chemical engineer” “no one cares”

“Alright grab your gear.” Darcy walks around the S.W.O.R.D. camp. “Ms. Lewis?” “Dr.Lewis” “we have your gear set up inside.” the man walks Darcy inside a tent “those drones you're sending in, what kind of data are you getting?” “I'm afraid that is highly classified.” “You can't see anything? FBI, Army. I saw the Air Force Office of Special Investigations out there. Research Lab, Space Command, too. A bona fide, joint, multi-service response. Really looking forward to the commemorative T-shirt. Is there somewhere a lady could get a cup of coffee? You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things. Horrendous for the environment…”

“Make your assessment, please” “whoa… I mean, whoa..” “what are you getting?” “a colossal amount of CMBR” “CM…” “Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.” “we've been told the radiation is within a safe limit” “uh, it is… for now” “wait what do you mean” Darcy shushes the man “there's are longer wavelength superimposed over the noise here” she looks under the desk and struggles to get something “I got it”

“I need a TV. an old one. Like, not flat.” After a few hours it started raining. “Are you good to go?” Hayward asked an agent “yes, sir” “these sewers will take you straight into town. Try to find anything you can on Rambeau” “copy that” “keep me updated” Hayward says as he walks away. “Director Hayward, between you, me, and the bedpost, I am not confident about this mission.” “Thanks for the feedback, Jimmy. If only my drones were as forthcoming.”

“There's no reason to suspect the perimeter doesn't extend subterraneous.” “There's no reason to suspect it does.” Jimmy sighs “We don't know enough about the nature of the threat to send in another agent when the first is yet to return.” “Someone must really miss you back in Quantico.” “No, sir. Softball season's over, sir.” “what do we have up?” Hayward asked agent Rodriguez “Radar, sonar, infrared” “cycle through. Will someone get me a useful visual, dammit?”

Everyone hears a studio audience laughing in the tent “what is that?” “Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” “Who is doing that?” “Who are those people?” “What are you wearing?” “Why are they here?” “Well, it's our anniversary!” “our anniversary of what?” “Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!” “is that..” “ yeah, it looks like him.” “you move at the speed of sound and i can make a pen float through the air, who needs to abbreviate?”

“Look , I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not blipped, dead.” “excellent plan. Where's the tenderizer” “what am I looking at? You? What is that? Where's this coming from?” “out there” “you didn’t answer the back door. For your upside-down cake. oh hi, I” “is it authentic?” “I'm not sure how to answer that” “is it happening in real time? Is it recorded, fabricated?” “I don't know. I don't know. And I don't know” “what do you know?” Hayward said annoyed “My equipment registered an extremely high level of CMBR. That's…”

“Relic radiation dating back to the Big Bang.” “Yeah, entwined was a broadcast frequency. So I had your goons pick me up a sweet vintage TV. And when I plug this bad boy in, voilà, sound and picture.” “Dinner is served” “So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?” Jimmy asked, confused “It's a working theory” “Get me a transport back to headquarters now. Are we recording this?”

“Never stopped.” Darcy says “I need immediate analysis. Now, people. Let's go!” “He’s a charmer.” “great work” “hey, thanks, maybe I could get that cup of coffee now? Or not. It's cool.” ”Aw” Darcy turns to the screen to see you and Vision kissing “Aw”

“First and foremost, our main objective is to get any intel on Captain Rambeau, but originally, this case was a missing person, so we're going to start there. We've successfully identified two individuals inside the Westview anomaly. Let's keep going.” Jimmy says as he puts two pictures up of you and Vision. “This guest is leaving your home” “yes, thank you for coming” “Mr. and Mrs. Hart. played by Todd and Sharon Davis.”

“Computational forms. And no one can process the data quite like you do, pal.” “Agent Woo” “you're like a walking computer.” “Abilash Tandon is Norm” “Harold Proctor is Jones” “we got Isabel Matsueida cast as Beverly” “John Collins as Herb.” Darcy gasps, dropping her Noodle cup and calls Jimmy over “Really?” “Does she seem okay to you?” “Well, she doesn't appear to be harmed in any way, but that is definitely not the boss lady I met yesterday.”

“So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?” “With whom? Or else, what? All right. Brass tacks, Dr. Lewis. What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality? Time travel? Some cockamamie social experiment?” “It's a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom.” “But why?”

“Hey, man, we're working with the same scarcity of intel. But, listen, I do have an idea. So, you've seen that radio in M/n’s kitchen counter, right? The next time he's washing dishes, which, by my count, happens about once an episode, barf, we'll shoot a signal to that little guy. This transmitter will mimic the frequency of the broadcast, and if my theory is right, allow us to speak directly to her. This is totally gonna work. Don't touch that.”

“Agent Woo.” agent Rodrigues hands Jimmy a folder inside the folder there's a colored image of a retro S.W.O.R.D. drone “Is this from the current episode?” “aired about two minutes ago.” “What is it?” Darcy asks “what does it look like to you?” “like a retro version of a S.W.OR.D. drone?” “bingo” “but how did it change and why” “uh, to go with the production design” “or render it useless”

“why‘d you colorize it?” “I didn't” Darcy heads back to the tent. “Let's get this show on the road. Jimmy, you ready?” Darcy asks through an earpiece. “Ready” “bigger and better every season” “uh, Jimmy, Monica is talking to M/n. she's got a speaking part now.” “what is she saying?” “those jeans are peachy keen” “she likes M/n’s jeans” “we only have a few hours” “M/n’s at some sort of swim club. We've never been here before.”

“Is it the 60’s still?” “uh, uh, M/n’s with another character.” “real person?” “ohh, uh, radio on the side table. start talking.” “M/n. M/n, can you read me over?” “I don't...” “Can he hear me?” “I don't think so, keep trying.” “M/n?” “M/n?” “M/n. Who is doing this to you, M/n? M/n? Can you hear me? I'm here to help” “please give us a…” “pop quiz M/n how does a housewife or in this case househusband get a bloodstain out of white linen?”

“Wait” “what?” “I don't know” “by doing it yourself” “that's weird” “what was?” “Nothing, it's over. Mission failure” “it was worth a try. Good effort, doctor.” “yeah come in”

Both Jimmy and Darcy are watching you and Vision on TV “darling, do you think it's time to..” “call the doctor?” “yeah” “yes, I do dear” “1950s, 1960s, and now the '70s. Why does it keep switching time periods? It can't be purely for my enjoyment, can it?” “I cant believe M/n and Vision are having a baby” “you want any?” Jimmy chuckles

“Heck, I thought about it for sure. A little Jimmy Woo. Get him a tiny little FBI badge. Oh, you... Chip? Sure.” “you're doing great. You're doing great. Look at me. Look at me.” “The jig is up” you scream. After a few minutes you hear the baby cry “hi, oh, he's perfect” “what a twist.” Darcy says as she's tearing up “What? I'm invested” “he was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” “Did she just say the name Ultron? Has that ever happened before? A reference to our reality.”

“No never” “hey I'll take a shift rocking the babies” “no I think you should leave” “oh, M/n, don't be like that” “who are you?” “M/n” “wow this is different” The Tv cuts and Monica is gone “what happened? Where she go?” “god not again” Darcy replays the footage back “who are you?” “M/n” “there's nothing here. One second, Monica is standing right there, and the next she isn’t. Someone is censoring the broadcast.”

“But where's Rambeau?” they suddenly both hear the alarm “Alert! Boundary has been breached! Alert! Boundary has been breached!”

Inside Westview

“Who are you?” “I don't..” you walk closer to her “who are you?” “M/n i'm just your neighbor.” “Then how did you know about Ultron?” you start to see the familiar red glow around your hands “You're not my neighbor. And you're definitely not my friend. You are a stranger and an outsider. And right now, you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave.”

Your familiar red glow wraps around Monica Sending her back through every wall and fence. You gulp “I… I…” you raise your hands and start to fix the hole on the wall as if it never happened. You walk over to your babies hearing them “M/n?” Vision comes in through the door turning back to his synthezoid form “where is Geraldine?” “oh she left honey. She had to rush home”

You turn around to look at Vision and you gasp making you look down “what? What is it? What's wrong?” Vision asks you concerned “Uh..” you slowly look up at him and see that he looks normal again “we don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want” Vision tells you “no, we can't. This is our home” you move your hand to crease his cheek and he holds onto your hand “are you use”

“oh, don't worry darling. I have everything under control.” you walk over and grab Tommy “oh hi” you turn to Vision smiling “what should we watch tonight?” you walk over to the sofa, Vision sits next to you. He puts an arm around you.

Outside of Westview

“Monica, are you okay?” “it's M/n. its all M/n”

[maxie-pallet]

Notice of Eviction Part 2: A Ride Around Town

Swatch lightly knocked on the door, Spamton hopping from foot to foot sporadically. …Swatch moved away from Spamton.

“OH [Boy] OH [Girl] OH [Genderless Child]! I HAVEN’T SPOKEN WITH THE QUEEN SINCE [19 aught 7]! SWATCH MY PAL, MY [Mortal Enemy], HOW VERY [Excited] I AM YOU INVITED ME TO GO [On A Ride Around Town]!”

“I didn’t ask you to do anything with me,” Swatch muttered.

“WHAT A [Joying Within My] [HeartShapedObject]! JUST [Number 1 Rated Salesman1997] AND [MS Paint], GOING ON ADVENTURES TOGETHER!]” Spamton let out one of it’s signature laughs as a Swatchling opened the door.

“Greetings, Master Swatch. Mr. Spamton. Do you wish to speak with the Queen?” The Swatching asked.

“Yes, I have gotten many complaints about some residents of the manor, and wish to speak with her about it.”

“Understood. I will book you with a meeting as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the Queen is rather busy with some meetings and tasks around the town. Though, I figure you would be able to meet with her sooner if you were able to get some of her tasks done for her…”

“Oh, it’s ok, we can just wa-“

“THEN A DEAL’S A DEAL, MY COLORFUL FRIEND!” Spamton suddenly cut in. Swatch sputtered, trying to get Spamton to shut up, but Spamton was already trying to reason out terms of services with the swatchling.

And before they knew it, they were sitting in the passenger seat of one of Spamton’s luxury cars.

‘I guess Spamton was right about taking a ride around town,’ Swatch thought. Luckily for Swatch, Spamton was actually one of the most responsible drivers in the city, can’t ruin something he’s trying to sell after all, so this was the moment of peace and quiet that Swatch yearned for. As they looked out into the city, their mind began to wander about Spamton. They’ve heard rumors that the little man has been spending a lot of time in the basement lately, looking at the strange machine Swatch built years ago. It truly wasn’t anything special anymore, just a pile of scrap, but it really did concern them. That machine was a dream of a lightner. No one’s taken interest in lightners’ past dreams before. It’s all about what’s happening in the present. But Spamton was always hung up on the past. His glory days. Spamton has been getting more nervous since the sales of his products have been going down ever so slightly. He’s on the phone more often, muttering stuff and nonsense. Or at least more nonsense than he normally does. Swatch sighed, shaking the thoughts from their head. Though they didn’t always like or agree with Spamton, Swatch knows he’s just doing what will keep him on stable ground.

“AT LAST, AT LAST! WE’RE HERE!” Spamton exclaimed as he parked the car and hopped out. “THE [Little Sponge] SAID THIS WAS WHERE WE NEEDED TO GO, RIGHT?”

“You know the city better than I do, Spamton,” Swatch sighed. “You better not have gotten us lost…”

“LOST? NEVER! SPAMTON G SPAMTON IS A [Big Shot] WITH DIRECTIONS!” Confidently, Spamton walked forward and turned the corner, Swatch in tow. Luckily for them, the problem seemed to be easy to find. The Ambyu-Lances and the Virovirokuns have been fighting again, someone must have asked Queen to take care of the issue.

“Hey! Virus! You gotta pay!!”

“Uwaaaaah! This shrink's out of control!”

The Ambyu-Lance was hitting the Virovirokun on the head with it’s hammer. Though it was small, Virovirokun still was distressed.

“Excuse me, is there an issue here?”

The two Darkners stopped, shocked seeing Swatch outside the manor.

“Uuuh, N-No! Just keeping trouble in line as always!” Ambyu-Lance stuttered.

“You hit me with a hammer!” Virovirokun complained.

“Maybe if you didn’t spread viruses wherever you go, I wouldn’t have to!” Ambyu-Lance yelled. Unfortunately this just led to the two fighting again.

“[MS Paint], I THINK IT’S MY TURN TO HANDLE THIS.”

“No, you’re just going to-“

“H-HEY HEY HEY THERE, [BIG SHOTS]! YOU GUYS SEEM TO BE STUCK IN A [Pickle], HUH? [Sales] GONE DOWN THE [Drain], [Drain]! BUT I HAVE JUST THE SOLUTION YOU NEED!”

Spamton clapped, causing green pixels to fly towards Virovirokun, and suddenly she looked less sickly. 100% Spare

“Ooh! Just what the doctor ordered!” Virovirokun exclaimed, flying off happily. Swatch was amazed.

“SPAMTON G SPAMTON’S AMAZING MIRACLE REMEDY! JUST PRESS [F1] FOR HELP, AND BECOMES GOOD AS [Fresh]!”

Ambyu-Lance looked astonished by the miracle cure. 50% Spare

“I only have one question for you… is it approved by at least 90% of doctors?”

“EVEN BETTER! 100 PERCENT! [Because I Only Asked One Doctor].”

“Wow! Sounds legit to me!” 100% Spare.

And with that, Ambyu-Lance wandered off satisfied. Spamton flashed Swatch a grin, who was standing with their jaw dropped.

“HOW’S THAT FOR A PUPPET, [Mike]?”

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Title: just a bliss Author:  stranestelle Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  A lightheaded Anakin Skywalker wakes up to the heavenly vision that is Padmé Amidala. Can you blame the man for wanting to kiss his wife on the spot? Well you can, when the whole thing is witnessed by a room full of senators caught in a hostage situation... and she'd really rather they had waited for later.

Title: just carry me home tonight Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  "I – I didn't mean to, it's only that… Well, the Force, it lets me feel… What you feel, and I know this wasn't exactly what you imagined for your wedding night, so I…" His flesh hand rose to scratch his neck awkwardly, "I suppose I just wanted to make this special for you…"

Title: king of my heart Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Anakin Skywalker's holiday to the small country of Naboo takes an unexpected turn when he unknowingly foils an assassination attempt meant for Padmé Naberrie, the nation's Crown Princess. Saving a Princess is crazy enough. The only thing crazier... well, actually, there are a few things. Things Anakin is well on his way to experiencing.

Title: lights in the valley outshine the sun Author: elizabeth7 Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  What would happen if Padme survived and Darth Vader finds out? Padme & Anakin Darth Vader.

Title: look into my eyes it’s where my demons hide Author: shelivesfree Status: WIP/Unupdated Rating: T Summary:  Each time he comes back to her, a little piece of him is missing... left out there, in the field, with his brothers. She can see it in the way he smiles and it doesn't reach his eyes. In the way he cries to himself when he thinks she's not awake. And all she can do is hold him.

Title: lost Author: pinkeastereggs Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  “I feel lost." “Lost . . . what do you mean?” Padme couldn’t help but frown, searching for any signs on her husband’s face that could give her an insight to what he meant. But Anakin was just frowning to the side, seeming conflicted about something. He seemed distant, his eyes filled with an emotion that the young wife couldn’t begin to describe. How long had Anakin had this look in his eyes? Had she been oblivious to it before now or was this something new? Anakin and Padme have a heart-to-heart when he admits to feeling lost and frustrated with the Jedi Council. With truths about his relationship with Palpatine coming to light, Padme fights to talk some sense into her husband.

Title: madam president Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  Between late nights and headaches and mountains of paperwork and fierce opposition from her political opponents, President Padmé Amidala already had enough on her plate. And then she just had to go and fall for one of her bodyguards, a relationship which would ruin her reputation and his career if anyone were to find out about it. Also, someone's trying to kill her.

Title: make the world a little colorful Author: estrangedlestrange Status: WIP Rating: G Summary:  The morning after meeting her soulmate, Padmé woke up and saw color for the first time. In the midst of a political crisis, Padmé had just met a gungan, two Jedi, and a slave boy and his mother. She, like any rational young woman, assumed the padawan learner was her soulmate. Ten years later, after having accepted that she would never be with her soulmate, Padmé, reunited with both her supposed soulmate and the slave boy, she realized how wrong her assumptions were. The slave boy, Anakin, who had looked at her with wide hopeful eyes and asked if she was an angel, was her soulmate.

Title: the masterplan Author: stranestelle Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  In the midst of the endless galactic conflict, Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala have made a shocking discovery that brings more questions than answers. And maybe, just maybe, an end to the never-ending war. Sequel to Give Me A Signal.

Title: mother knows best Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... Shmi Skywalker Palpatine had ruled the Galactic Empire on behalf of her son, Anakin, since the death of his father. For his part, the next Emperor has been content to leave politics to his mother and engage only in military exercises. All that is about to change as Padmé Naberrie, former Queen of Naboo, comes seeking aid for her charity, Amidala's Crusade, and Anakin's long-dormant crush comes surging back. What should be a perfect match is opposed by a mother determined not to lose her son and convinced hers is the only way...

Title: no colors in our skin Author:  JTHM_Michi Status: Abandoned Rating: T Summary:  Anakin grew up knowing that his masters called him the wrong words. They all called him “girl” or “girl-child” and it was just another way for them to dehumanize him. He didn’t know that, of course, not in those words, but it was true enough. His mother was always very clear with him, from the first time he came to her and asked her if she knew which master had taken his “boy parts”, that just because his masters called him a girl didn’t make him one. a.k.a. the Transgender Anakin Skywalker Verse

Title: no heroes on the high seas Author: spellcleaver Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  When Luke's aunt and uncle are executed by order of the Emperor's right hand, Lord Vader, he flees his home to search for his sister and the mother he never knew. But then Obi-Wan Kenobi stows away aboard the same ship, Vader gives chase, and Luke is dragged into a conflict that his family are at the very heart of. Gen.

Title: nos cedamus amori Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  Anakin is a gladiator and a slave. Padmé is the wife of the Roman emperor's heir. Circumstances should never even allow them to meet, let alone fall in love.

Title: of mutated worlds Author: gemma Status: WIP Rating: M Summary:  Nobody saw the end of the world coming. It happened overnight, no warning, no escape. They came from the shadows, biting, paralysing, and killing little by little until they were the majority. One day, everything was normal and then, suddenly, Padme Amidala Naberrie woke up in hell.

Title: of options and comlinks Author: estrangedlestrange Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  In that moment it seemed like there were only two options: help Master Windu arrest the Chancellor and secret Sith Lord or heed to Sheev Palpatine’s begging and turn against the Jedi. But then, in a split second, a third option revealed itself.

Title: order 66-S Author: disco shop girl Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  The order was to exterminate all Jedi: Past, Present and Future. Captain Rex has a different plan. Order 66-S: to save General Skywalker.

Title: parent-teacher conference Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  Anakin has to meet with the twins' second grade teacher after Leia punches a classmate in the face. But he hadn't counted on Ms. Amidala being quite so pretty.

Title: pas de deux Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  When Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker meet at their mutual friends' house party, the sparks immediately fly, resulting in a one night stand that both of them want to be the start of something more. Except it turns out that Padmé works at the ballet company Anakin just took over. And Anakin is in the middle of a very heated divorce as he tries to gain custody of his daughter Leia. With pressure coming at them from their private and professional lives, making their fledgling relationship work will prove the biggest role of a lifetime.

Title: the path of the dark Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Vader triumphs. Padmé resists. Series:Three Paths Not Followed. Series: The Darker Path.

Title: perfect Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  The war is over, Luke and Leia are five years old, and Anakin and Padmé finally have the peaceful life and big family they've always dreamed of. But their life is about to get a little less peaceful and their family a little bigger.

Title: perfect strangers Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  Anakin Skywalker meets a masked angel at a Halloween costume ball, and the two of them hook up for the best night of his life. But when the morning comes, she is nowhere to be found. Padmé Amidala forgot to get the name of a guy she hooked up with at Halloween before running out for work on November 1. A few weeks later, she realizes she's pregnant. Two perfect strangers, certain their paths are never going to cross again. Oops.

Title: pipe dream Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Padmé's new plumber is the most attractive human being she's ever laid eyes on, so naturally, she keeps faking plumbing emergencies so she can keep seeing him.

Title: pocket full of sand Author: philthestone Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  “I’m Leia Skywalker,” she says, and there is something unfathomably life-changing about that little declaration. “We’re here to rescue you!” Luke remembers the circumstances of his mother's arrest with a frustrating amount of clarity. AU series where Anakin never falls, Padme is a spy in the senate, and the dynamic duo of Force Sensitive twins don't know they're related.

Title: purgatory Author: helent Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  A newly dead Anakin Skywalker wakes in a new world - given the appearance of his 23 year-old self. However, the self-sacrifice that ended his life has also given Anakin an unexpected boon that he isn't sure he can accept. Worse, it comes with conditions that might just be impossible to meet. A moment of redemption is one thing, but a full reformation another entirely.

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Teachers Pet-chapter 30: yule ball

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chapter 29

A/n READ: don't click the photo unless you want somewhat and idea of your dress! ok so this is like a special double chapter (I may have just let it get away from me and didn't wanna cut it in two) it's almost 7k words, oops. But I hope it was worth it!

TW this chapter contains themes of sexual harassment/assault.

Most of my roommates left, or were leaving to meet up with all of their dates and take pictures. I was finishing my hair and makeup when Ginny and Hermione walked in. "Hey, how'd you guys get in here?" I said looking at them through the mirror. "Ruth let us in." Hermione said with a smile. I laughed and turned to look at them. "Oh my gosh, you girls look so amazing." I said checking them out. Ginny did a little spin and Hermione looked down with a shy smile. "Thank you, where's your dress?" Hermione questioned. "Oh yeah, why don't you guys meet up with Draco and the other two and I'll meet with yall once im done." I said smiling at them. "Do you need help?" Ginny said smiling. "No, I'm good, I just need a little more time, go ahead." I said walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I heard them walk away and leave, their heels clicking. I looked at the dress hung in the bathroom and smiled. It really was perfect, I loved the color, and the length and fit. I slowly pulled it on, looking at myself in the mirror and smiling. I really did look quite pretty. I heard a light knock and looked to the door, "One moment Hermione!" I said as I tried to zip it up. "It's not Hermione dear." I heard Draco laugh. "Oh come in." I said quietly. He opened the door and I smiled at him motioning to my zipper. "Wow, Y/n you look amazing." He said as he gently zipped up my dress, his hand brushing my back. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." I smiled turning to him. He was in an all black suit with a dark green tie that matched my dress. His hair was neatly fluffed on his head, he placed a small kiss to my lips to avoid my lipstick smudging. "Well are you ready?" He said grabbing my hand and taking me out of the bathroom. "I just need my shoes. I said pointing to them. He grabbed them as I sat down on my bed. He placed them under my feet as I stepped into them and he helped pull the straps over my heels. I smiled down at him and he smirked and winked at me. He really was a perfect boyfriend. He grabbed my hand as I stood up and grabbed my purse and wand. I took his arm and we walked outside the common room.

"It's about time!" hermione laughed as we met up with the others. "You guys all look fantastic!" I said smiling at all of them. "Are you kidding, you look stunning Y/n" Ginny said checking me out. "Aweee stop." I said putting up a hand. "You look nice Malfoy." I heard Harry whisper to Draco. I looked at them slightly as I listened to whatever Hermione was saying. "You aswell Potter." Draco responded not looking directly at Harry, but smiling off to the side. I smiled at them getting along. And turned my attention on Hermione. "Ok I say we should head out now it's 8:15 so everyone should be in there now." Ginny said, beginning to walk down the hall, the rest of us following. We all nodded and made our way to the great hall. The halls were mostly empty except for a few loner students and couples headed to the carriages. Draco laughed at the pair and looked at me. I nudged him and smiled as we all prepared ourselves. I took Draco's arm once more, and next to us was Hermione and Ron, and then Ginny and Harry. "Good luck!" Hermione said as we all opened the doors and walked in. Our eyes being full of all the glistening decorations and lights, it was a different theme then what Hermione had described her last one was. It was dimer and more gold and white. Everything was sparkling and there was good smooth music playing. We all smiled looking at each other and walked into the crowd. I took Draco over to Albus who was standing in the front by the large beautiful pine tree. I smiled at him and then at Draco as we walked up. "Hello Dumbledore." I said smiling at my godfather. "Headmaster." Draco said, nodding respectively to him. Albus smiled at me, "I hope you two have a good night! And I can not wait to see your performance." He said, patting my hand. I nodded and smiled and pulled Draco away. "What's wrong?" He said as I pulled him through the crowd. "I forgot about my song, I mean I have one rehearsed with the band, but I don't know if it's the one." I said quietly to him. "Oh well you will figure it out." he said trying to reassure me. "Ok I'm gonna go get punch or whatever." I said tapping his arm and walking through all the people. I spotted the drink table from the large ice sculpture of what looked like a reindeer and a doe. I walked around to the other, less crowded, side of the table and grabbed a cup. I looked next to me to the presence I felt and saw Professor Snape standing there guarding the bowls I was assuming. I got one cup and set it down, slowly reaching for another cup. I watched him from the corner of my eye, "Did you come with a date?" I teased walking over and standing next to him, facing the ice sculpture, looking at the way the lights on the other side reflected through it. "No." he drawled bitterly. "Ohh I see, you're gonna get some in a carriage." I laughed sarcastically winking. "You are such a tenacious, meddlesome, sardonic little girl do you know that?" he hissed, his posture remaining. "Why have you been so callous?" I said trying to keep my posture straight as well. "I don't know what you’re talking about, I've been treating you exactly like I treat all my students." he growled in his deep sultry voice, "Exactly." I said looking over at him. "Shouldn't you go find Malfoy." He said after a moment. I sighed for a moment, "Piss off." I said, smiling sarcastically walking past him. Making sure my arm gently brushed his.. I walked over to where Hermione, Ron and Ginny were, "Have you guys seen Draco?" I asked them. "No he said he was waiting for you to get your drinks." I looked around for his bright blonde hair. "Hmm ok thanks, catch you later." I said walking off in the groups of kids, dancing to the music looking for my boyfriend. Still weird calling him that for some reason. I walked out of the Grand Hall and went to the bathroom to freshen up before I met up with Draco. I was a little flustered after my encounter with Severus, although he was rather cruel, I'm only a girl.

I fixed my hair and touched up my makeup with magic. I still looked fabulous. Snape didn't even notice me in the dress though. Not that I cared anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled "Ok you look great, go have fun!" I reassured myself. I walked out of the bathroom passing some girls that were gossiping or fixing their hair. I saw Ruth with Crabbe, "hey have you guys seen Draco?" I asked calmly. "Uh yeah, I think he went to the bathroom or something." Crabbe said as Ruth hugged on him. I nodded and walked towards the boys bathroom. That was a little disturbing to watch but who am I to judge. "Draco?" I said quietly, my heels clicking on the stone floors. "Hello?" I said not hearing a response. The music did echo pretty far so all I could hear was a toilet flushing and some muffled voices. I quietly walked over to the dimly lit stall I heard them coming from. "Draco is that you? are you alright?" I said as I quickly walked up to it at the very far end and pushed open the stall door. "Holy Fuck, um alright, I apologize, Im gonna, g-go." I said turning around from the scene. "Y/n It's not what you think." Draco said tapping my shoulder. I whipped around to look at him, he had a look of guilt on his face and I looked around him to the brown haired boy, he was looking down at the floor. "Ginny?" I said with an upset tone, he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I didn't want to hurt her." I laughed, "Save it." I said waving my hand in the air. I let out a sigh pinching the bridge of my nose and swallowing the knot that tried to form in my throat. "Ok here is what's gonna happen, you two are gonna go back in there and dance. And you will pretend none of this happened, and make sure everyone has a good night, we will deal with this when everyone returns from break." I ordered looking at the two boys. They nodded their heads and walked out past me. I sighed and took deep breaths, regaining my composure and walking out of the bathroom. Everyone else had gone back to the Great hall and I walked down the hall to think for a moment. I walked to the paintings that were dancing along to the music, I smiled at them and rested my head in my hands for a moment. What was going to happen? Are we gonna break up? I had so many thoughts.

I leaned against the wall thinking about what id just walked in on replaying it in my head. I knew we were gonna keep it a secret. His father could never know. I felt a pain in my neck from leaning over and straightened up my hand rubbing my shoulder. "Ah Ms. L/n. You just look lovely." I heard a certain foolish professor call out, I looked up at him and flashed a sarcastic smile. "Hello Gilderoy." I said mocking his name. "Shouldn't you be with your little boy-toy?" he said, smiling. "And shouldn't you be in jail, Gilderoy?" I said returning the sarcastic gesture. He gave me a stern look and stepped closer to me. "You know I was gracious when letting you get away with your little spell mishap Y/n." he muttered under his breath. "Oh yeah? Well what are you going to do about it?" I said, walking towards him smiling, wand in hand. Despite the height difference, I was definitely not afraid of this man. He was an idiot, there's nothing he could do, that I couldn't predict. Now he may have been an idiot but he was still a somewhat intelligent man, in the way that he was a good manipulator, which is why so many girls would swoon for him, and his big ego. But it's not like he would actually be brave enough to fight with me. "Easy now, there are lots of little simple things you can do to repay me." He quirked, standing his ground. "Like what?" I questioned standing up straight, and tightening the grip on my wand that was at my side. "Oh lets see, chores or maybe detention, with me of course, or you could just do one thing right now." he said pausing from his rant and looking me in my eyes with a dark stare. I used my legilimency skills I learned from my beloved professor, and read his thoughts to see what he may do, yes this may have been cheating, but I was just doing what I thought Snape would do. "And what's that?" I said as I was reading his current thoughts as fast as I could, he didn't have many, but I wanted to be undetected, I didn't know how much Gilderoy knew about occlumency. He was thinking about Dumbledore, me, the Yule ball, and if he could hear any people in the halls. I kept reading them as he was thinking of what to say. He was planning his next move, trying to figure out if we could be heard from here? At this moment I took a diagonal step back a bit towards the wall, and down the hallway, ready to run if he gave me any more red flags. He was thinking about me again, how pretty I am, and how young and beautiful I looked, he liked my "Stubborn personality that makes her all the best prey." Merlin I wanted to throw up, this was absolutely disgusting. I left his mind, not wanting anymore and looked at him with a disgusted face. "You could just come with me to my room for a moment." He said smiling, raising a brow, "What? Like detention in the middle of the Yule ball?" I said scoffing at him trying to play dumb. "No- ugh," he sighed, "Come meet me in a carriage." he said in a more hushed tone. I looked at him with wide eyes. "For what? Professor." I said trying to look as confident as possible and enunciating "professor". I searched for any sounds nearby, but no one was near. "I'm not going in one of those with you." I said crossing my arms and looking at him. He looked around and stepped closer to me, backing me towards the wall. He smiled and raised his hand to my hair, brushing it from my face and looking down at me, I stared at him with a scowl, tilting my head slowly away from his hand and taking a step back down the hall. He walked closer and I continued to back up, feeling the cold stone against my back. I went to move quickly down the hall but he put his arm on the side of me preventing me from going anywhere. He raised his hand once more, I didn't break eye contact as he brushed my shoulder and twirled my hair on his finger. "I would get your hands away from me." I quipped looking into his psycho blue eyes. "Don't you want to be let off the hook for your little slip up? I mean if I tell Dumbledore, after your past mishaps, he'd have to expel you." He gloated leaning down to me. He rested his left hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed the fabric of my dress, I looked at his hand and then back to him, I searched for anyone nearby, but couldn't find a thought. At this part I started to panic a little. I felt him slowly push down on my upper chest, I resisted him but he pushed down harder, raising a brow at me. I kept fighting it sure there would be a bruise by the end of the night, I felt the pressure go up to my already aching neck, and gave into the gesture. I kneeled down, assuming this was some ploy for a good boost of his ego. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him, "Pretty little thing, a shame you have such a big mouth." I pulled my arm around with my wand, thinking of any spells I could do, I didn't know what to do though, he hadn't done anything, and he's a teacher what if he turns it on me, and I get expelled for hexing him. I raised my wand and looked up at him, "Expelliarmus." I said with a cold tone, it shot out from my wand, but he must have been ready, "Protego!" He said blocking it quickly. I went to hit him again but he beat me to it, "Expelliarmus," he said, knocking my wand from my hand, I went to grab it from the floor, "Incarcerous!" He said quickly, my hands and ankles being binded from thick ropes that came from thin air. I kneeled there, now very terrified, too terrified to read thoughts. "What do you want?" I said looking up at him. "Oh come on Y/n I know you are a smart girl, why don't you tell me what I want?" He said, smirking. I cleared my throat, "I don't know what you want." I hissed playing along. He stepped forward more, I turned my face and leaned back to avoid my line of view going directly to his crotch. "Ah-ah-ah." He said, wiggling his finger and turning me to him. I closed my eyes and let my barrier down, leaving my thoughts open, hoping they'd be heard. "Look at me Y/n." he asserted. I opened my eyes looking up at him, his shirt was untucked from his dress pants, and his tie was loosened. I was now terrified with no hope and stayed quiet, listening for anyone or anything nearby. "You know the paintings see everything." I said looking at him and then to the paintings behind him that had stopped dancing and were staring at him. "I doubt they will snitch on me." he said, trying to not let this bother him. Just then I heard footsteps and I relaxed a little bit. As they grew near I looked over from the floor, and Draco was there walking quickly around the corner, "Y/n!" He shouted, running over to me, I looked up at Lockhart who looked frozen still standing over me, not knowing what to do, he had his wand at me and Draco had his wand pulled out on Lockhart. I looked at Draco worried. I assumed he came to find me and to talk. I saw Draco looking at something behind me, I looked at him and then looked up at Lockhart, slowly turning my gaze to the hall. From the dimly lit hall came Severus walking out, I smiled looking at him coming to help, he pulled his wand out and crept up, Lockhart was distracted by Draco, and Draco had begun saying random things to distract him. I didn't take my eyes off Snapes, he raised a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet and I nodded gently, slight tears welling in my eyes, I blinked them back in, not wanting to mess up my makeup. Snape came up right behind Lockhart and just pushed his wand into the back of the blonde man's neck. Lockhart stiffened as he grew aware of the fourth presence. "Drop your wand, Gilderoy." Severus practically growled in his deep voice, sternly glaring his back down as he remained calm and composed, Lockhart was shaking, and slowly dropped his wand to the floor in front of me. I grabbed it and snapped it in half smiling at him. Lockhart put his hands up and Snape grabbed his collar, he looked to Draco, and then binded Lockharts wrists with a different spell then Lockhart used, this one seemed to not come off so easily. He shoved him towards Draco and Draco grabbed him. "Take him to Dumbledore." Snape ordered him, Draco nodded. "What? No! I dont wanna ruin everyone's night!" I pleaded. Severus looked at me, still on the ground, and walked over to me, he casted the binds off and held out his hands. I took them gently, and he pulled me to my feet and I smiled at him. "Thank you." I nodded. "What do you suppose we do with him?" the dark man said gesturing to the cowering man Draco had a hold of, I smiled at Draco, but then remembered what I had seen earlier and looked down and back to Severus. I looked over at Lockhart and raised my brow and my wand. "Piscifors." I said and he turned and dropped to the floor as a wee little goldfish, I summoned a cup of water and dropped him in it. "Here now I actually have to get going. I said handing the cup to Draco, who looked down in it frightened almost. "Go take that somewhere safe no one will find it til morning." Snape ordered the blonde boy. "Yes Professor, Y/n I really need to talk to you." He said turning to me in a hushed tone. "Not tonight, in the morning.'' I said walking over and dismissing him. He nodded looking down and walked off down the hall. I turned down towards the Great hall and walked past the cool air coming from the door outside, where I could see the carriages and the snowy sky. I felt a hand grab me and I turned quickly to see the tall professor standing there. "Merlin Severus, you scared the shit out of me!" I said frustrated. A lot of things just happened and I have to perform soon. "Come here." He said walking past me to the other direction. I followed him and soon realized we were going to the astronomy tower, I smiled slightly as we walked up the steps.

There we stood on the top of the tower, the crisp air blowing, looking out of the snowy landscape. "Are you alright?" he said, after a few moments of silence, turning to me as he once again took off his robes and placed them around me. I smiled and looked up at him, "Yes I'm fine." I said with a small smile, looking into his dark eyes, I shook my head for a moment "why are you so bipolar? One minute we are friends, then you hate me and now you're nice to me again? What's that all about?" I laughed looking away from him and out the tower. "You don't know everything about me you know, I have personal matters just as you, and sometimes they interject with my work." he bellowed back at me. "Now im going to ask again" he insisted, turning and facing me, me doing the same and looking up at him. "Are you," He paused looking into my eyes, searching through them for all my emotions. I did the same to him, "Are you ok y/n?" he said, his eyes softening. I looked at him and rolled my eyes back laughing, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm just peachy." I said gesturing with my hands. "Y/n I am serious. Are you okay?" He said, staring me down with a comforting gaze, I looked at him and my eyes felt dry, slowly filling with tears. I tried blinking them away, but a few fell. "I don't know what i'm going to do." I said quietly sniffling and looking down. "We are gonna get Lockhart fired, I promise." Snape said looking at me. "It's not just that, Severus who knows what would have happened if Draco hadn't shown up, I mean I'm pretty sure I have bruises on my wrists and shoulder!" I snapped looking into his eyes. "I was terrified, I dont think ive ever been that scared, except maybe the night in the forest." I continued, "I mean, I can handle a lot of stuff, and I'm more than capable of defending myself, ugh he is so atrocious too. And now you!" he looked up at me stiffening in question, furrowing his brows. "Bringing me here, and being all nice and acting like you care. When just earlier, you were being as cold and mean as ever." I spat, tears lightly falling, I wiped them as they fell. "You can't just expect me to tell you everything now, Merlin you are so irritating, I mean you know so much about me and I know nothing of you, and you always whisper to Dumbledore about me. Oh yeah that's another thing-" I paused for a breath of air as I continued my tear filled rant. "I know that on the first night I was here, you told Dumbledore you don't want me in your class. So I really am just a fool for thinking you cared a smidge about me at all huh? You have always disliked me, you were just doing it to make Albus happy." I scoffed, sniffling and wiping my tears. "Y/n, of course I care about you." he said in a quiet serious tone, lightly reaching for my hand. I looked in his eyes, mine sparkling with tears, and the moon reflecting in his black ones. "Merlin Severus, i'm not an idiot, why does everyone think that I'm such a child!" I yelled, my frustrations coming out, I felt the familiar sting in my neck and grabbed it tightly as it burned, wincing slightly from the pain. "Are you injured? Let me see." Severus said moving my hand away and lightly brushing my hair off my shoulder, I looked up at him as his finger gingerly moved across my skin as he examined the area. "Is this from him?" he questioned looking to me. "I don't know, I think these are from him," I said, pulling the robes a tad exposing my cold chest, a little self conscious of the low cut of my dress, to show the marks on my chest from Lockhart pushing me down. His eyes fell to the light bruises on my chest and he looked up at me with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner." He said looking back down at them and then back to me. I felt my heart hurt a little at his comment, "Severus you couldn't have known." I said resting a hand on his arm, he looked at my hand and I almost saw a small smile appear. "And what about your other injury?" he questioned, "This was hurting before I ran into him." he continued to look at the marks on my neck. "Does it hurt?" he said lightly pressing on it. "No." I said sucking in a breath at his touch. "Only when I'm stressed out." I said looking at him with big eyes. "I dont think youre a child." he said quietly as he pulled the robes back on and brought my hair back over my shoulder, I shivered at the gesture and looked into his eyes, getting lost in them and all the feelings. "Severus we sh-" he cut me off by placing his hand on my cheek and wiping up some mascara that smeared with his thumb. I leaned forward, and he stepped closer as well. He slid his hand slowly and gingerly down my cheek and rested it on the mark on the side of my neck. He gently pulled me in and I looked down at his lips and back to his eyes, he was looking over my face and moved some hair from my eyes, he then leaned in and placed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back as his other hand slid on my waist and mine snaked around his neck, we could still hear the music all the way up here, and it was magical. The kiss felt perfect, and everything clicked in me, his rough hands on my back, his soft lips placing a kiss on mine. It was everything I had imagined and I couldn't believe it was happening. I could feel his grip tighten as he deepened the kiss and I moved a hand to his chest. Snape stopped and pulled away as we caught our breath, we both looked over hearing footsteps. We quickly pushed apart and I threw him his robes. Standing straight. Soon from the stairs appeared Albus. "Whats going on here?" Oh no. "Nothing." Severus and I said at the same time. I smiled and Severus just straightened up. "Severus and I-'' Snape looked quickly at me, "Professor Snape and I were talking about my solo, he was just um," I looked over to Severus worried and he just looked at Albus, "he was yelling at me to get back in there because I was thinking of bailing because i'm nervous." I said acting as if I was afraid of Snape and stepped further from him. "Hmm okay well, you got ten minutes till show time." Dumbledore said, smiling, clasping his hands together and walking off and retreating to the Dining hall. I stood befuddled at what just happened. "Did he just like, totally buy that?" I said furrowing my brows and smiling at Snape. But he was not smiling, he had one of the most angry, and morose looks on his face I'd ever seen from this man. Which was saying something since he was so hot-headed. "Severus?" I mumbled walking up to him, "Don't call me that!" he spat quietly in his deep echoing voice. One that I usually loved to hear, but currently his tone was not very pleasing. "What's wrong?" I said in a hushed tone, cautious of his temper. Afraid he may turn me to a fish and I'll have to spend eternity with Lockhart, but he wouldn't be that cruel would he? "He did not buy it, you imbecile! He knows everything, and now I will be fired and maybe sent to Azkaban!" he snarled down at me raising his voice some more. "And you stand here making jokes." he scoffs, shaking his head. "This is not my fault," i said my voice beginning to get shaky, and the familiar lump in my throat beginning to form, "you brought me here, and you are the one that ki-kissed me," I continued as my eyes filled with tears, "and you are the one that made me fall in love with you, and Merlin I despise you for doing so and then having the nerve to be mad at me." I said tears now streaming down my face, sniffling and breathing heavily as we looked at each other, he looked angry, but now with a slight sense of guilt "Well it was a mistake." he said coldly, I let out a sarcastic laugh shaking my head. Unbelievable if this is how it was going to be then fine. I wiped my tears and smiled at him, "how's my makeup? I need to perform soon." I said regaining my composure, and acting as if I was past it already, but I was a hole inside, and he knew.

I walked ahead back down to the bathrooms to fix my makeup and then headed to the Great hall to get everything ready, I was a shaking mess, but just tried to focus on the fact it was one song and it's for Dumbledore. I walked in and stayed along the wall walking over to the punch bowl and getting a small cup to soften my dry and sore throat. I scrunched up my face when I realized the punch was spiked, I gagged and shook my head. Gross. I sighed and sang the song in my head, dumping the cup and walking up to the front where Dumbledore stood waiting. "Ah Y/n are you ready?" He said smiling, as if nothing happened ten minutes ago. I nodded smiling and he walked up to the microphone, he tapped on it and cleared his throat, "Hello students, I hope everyone is having a good evening." As he started his speech, I noticed Snape walking in and heading back to his spot by the punch bowl. "For the last hour of the night, my Godaughter has agreed to perform a solo for you all in the spirit of the holidays. Now please be kind and enjoy!" He said, smiling and clapping as I walked past him to the microphone. I stood for a moment and smiled at everyone, finding Draco and the gang in the crowd, all of them smiling at me. I turned to look at the "band" which was just instruments I could command to play any song. I had a song prepaird, but when I turned back to the crowd I met eyes with the darkest man in the room. He stood out like a sore thumb. I looked back at the band and whispered my new song to them, they were more classical and orchestrative instruments, so I thought this song would sound amazing in a more elegant minor melody. And then the lyrics, I turned to the students breathing out, these lyrics were words I needed to say but wasn't sure I'd get the chance to tell the man, we all can assume he's going to cut me off and never speak to me again. Which at the moment didn't sound too bad. After everything today I had so much anger and all this emotion wanted to be let out. If it was any other man, I knew I would be done with my original song and dancing now, unfazed. But everything was different with Snape. So this can be considered my parting with him. I took another breath, and the music began flowing from behind me, I looked down fiddling with the stand. I looked up as the music swam through the air, I gently cleared my throat as I got ready to sing.

"You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought id live to see it break"

All the couples began to slow dance and I smiled at the lights dimming, and they had all these little lights twinkling around, with stars in the ceiling. I admired everything as I continued on. They weren't booing me yet and I took that as a good sign.

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake ooh , i'm holding my breath Won't lose you again"

I looked forward and locked eyes with my professor.

"Something's made your eyes go cold Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted"

I kept my gaze on him as I kept singing and he didn’t move, only looked into my eyes and soaked up my performance. Knowing it was for him.

"Cant breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, Im haunted Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you He will try to take away my pain"

I looked over to Draco who had moved off to the side to watch me. He gave me a sympathetic look and small smile.

"And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead"

I looked back at Snape with sad eyes as I continued on, all the students nuzzled with their partners, some teachers dancing and nodding along. Then there stood Severus, his dark eyes reflected the lights and I smiled looking into them. This man has caused me so much pain, yet id do anything he said. As I finished the song I watched as Snape looked into my eyes and then made his way out of the room. I smiled to end the song and everyone applauded as the music finished out and I just nodded and thanked them. It was nice to know they liked it. I walked off past Dumbledore and watched as he said a little speech and the music continued. I looked and saw Draco approaching me. "Y/n you were amazing!" he said smiling at me. I couldn't help the obvious hurt look in my eyes, but I just smiled at him, "Thanks." I nodded. "Can we please talk?" he questioned, I thought it over for a moment and nodded once more. We walked out over to the carriages and stepped into one to get some privacy and quiet. I looked at him patiently waiting for him to start. He cleared his throat awkwardly and shifted in his seat. "First I wanna ask, are you okay? From everything that's happened?" he said looking at me with soft eyes, it hurt because I could tell he was being genuine, he was still always a friend. "I'm just trying to get through tonight." I said looking out the little window, watching as the snow fell. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, and it's complicated. I can't begin to explain what you saw." he said stammering on his own words. I also felt bad, Draco was mean and cruel to others, but I knew his family. He was sweet to me and protected me and was always honest. I knew he would never intentionally hurt me. "It's okay." I said, sighing. He looked up at me, "No its not I messed up Y/n." he said moving to sit next to me, resting his hand on mine. "Harry and I we-, well we don't know what we are, I really did hate him at first, and just I don't know I saw something in him that was kind and he had good in him that I didn't have. And it just grew from there and now here we are. I never wanted you to find out this way." he said, a tear slipping down his cheek. I breathed out trying to hold back any tears. I rubbed his hand and gave a small smile "I haven't been completely honest with you either." I said looking down. "I am in love with someone else, and I have been trying to fight the feeling, so I can be with you and move on, but it didn't work with him and it didn't work with us, and now here we are." I said ranting to him and watching his facial expressions. He looked confused at first, and then he just sat back and took everything in. "So I guess we both were hiding stuff the whole time. "I really did like you Y/n I want you to know that." He said interlocking his fingers with mine. "I liked you too Draco." I said , smiling and moving his hair around. "Can I ask who it was?" He said after a moment of silence. I thought about it for a moment, I knew all this stuff about him, so it's not like he'd tell anyone. "First, I also have to tell you, i'm not a pureblood." I said not looking at him. "What? You aren't? Why would you lie to me?" he said confused, "because I know how you are about that. And when I ran into your father, he also mentioned it and he said he wouldn't let me lie to you forever." I spilled out, he looked around in shock thinking of what to say. "Well, I have an idea." he said looking over at me, "what?" I questioned. "We should keep dating." he said with this mischievous look in his eyes. I laughed at him and he continued, "Think about it, dont tell my father you told me, and we keep dating to keep anyone off Harry and Is scent, and you can make your guy jealous!" he said smiling. I looked at him thinking, you know this wasn't that stupid of a plan. "Ok lets do it." I didn't really care to make Snape jealous after everything, but I knew I still loved him. "And it's Snape." I said as Draco was smiling about me agreeing to his idea. "What's Snape?" he asked, confused "The guy." I said sort of ashamed of how he might react. His smile slowly faded. "What?" I just nodded at him. "Yeah I know it's weird, but it's true." I said, shrugging. "No you can't like him ok? You gotta get with someone else." He said, shaking his head with a serious look, "Well I don't know if I want to get with him anymore, and if I did who are you to tell me not to?" I was offended by what he was telling me. "No it's not like that, he's just, he isn't the kind of man you think nor want him to be." he said trying to assure me. "Uh ok what does that mean?" I said furrowing my brows. "Nothing just don't ok? Lets go the ball is gonna end soon." he said quickly getting out of the carriage and holding out a hand to let me out. I took it stepping out and we walked in hand in hand and pretended everything was normal, walking over to join the rest of the group and dance for the final thirty minutes. Draco and I danced and laughed with the others, and I looked over to where Snape had been standing earlier, I guess he never came back. We spent the rest of the night having fun, the girls and I dancing and laughing, it was amazing and it helped me forget.

A/n POV: you just got to the end and it was not worth it, but don't worry this is only the beginning ALSO PLEASE DONT JUDGE MY SONG CHOICE I KNOW ITS TAY TAY BUT THE SONG LYRICS JUST FIT SO WELL.

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Ozpinweek2021 Day 7: Free Day : Happy birthday Professor Ozpin!

(@ozpinweek day 7! Didn't get them all but I got some of them! Hope this was entertaining or something. Happy Ozpinweek everyone!)

One Spring morning, Nora had gathered teams RWBY, CFVY, SSSN, and JNPR in the common room and announced that she had apparently found out that Professor Ozpin's birthday was the next day and they were going to throw a surprise birthday party in his office.

Now every single one of them were sceptical of this proclamation. Very few people knew when Ozpin's birthday was. Uncle Qrow never disclosed the date because Ozpin apparently didn't like to celebrate his birthday and would have much rather celebrated other's special days. But - Nora was sure in her knowledge and somehow had convinced the group to help her out.

The plan was perfect. Team RWBY knew that Garnet would have to go to her monthly treatments in the bunker for a good chunk of the morning, and Oscar and Maylea didn't have school so they would be joining them as well.

So, they would sneak into the tower around the time they would all head down to the bunker and set up inside of his office. Ren made the cake - Nora argued that a pancake cake would make a much better choice of cake but quickly changed her tune once she saw the many layered cookie cake.

Pyrrha, Fox, and Velvet kept watch outside until they were certain they were in the clear. Once they were, they snuck inside with the supplies and got to setting up.

Yatsuhashi, Sun, and Sun's clones hung the banner, Nora, Velvet, and Blake blew up the balloons (Weiss supervised Nora so she wouldn't pop or suck the helium out of the balloons) Jaune, Yang, and Coco hung up the streamers while everyone else stuck party games and other decorations from the discount bin at the bargain market.

Ruby squealed happily as she looked around the room, "This is gonna be so cool! I hope Professor Ozpin likes it!"

"I'm sure he'll enjoy it, " Pyrrha said, "Though I still feel uneasy about all of this. "

"Well if anything goes south, we can always use Ruby's super speed before we get caught. " Neptune said.

"Relaaaaxx you guys!" Nora exclaimed, "We're not gonna get in trouble!"

"Easy for you to say. How do you even know if he even wants a party? Or that it's even his birthday?" Weiss questioned, crossing her arms.

"Come on, Weiss. Have a little faith in Nora!" Sun exclaimed, "She's doing this for a good cause!"

"Yeah Weiss. Have a little fun!"

Weiss rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to speak but being cut off by the sound of the door of the office opening. Everyone froze in place.

'Oh no! He's here early!'

A heavy boot stepped in, followed by a pale hand, and then a pale face. It was Garnet.

Everyone sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank the brothers. It's just you, Garnet." Pyrrha sighed.

"What are you doing?" The youngest Pine asked, scanning the room.

"We're setting up for your old man's birthday!" Sun said.

Garnet raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

"Ozpin! His birthday!"

"It's not his birthday."

The room fell silent. Everyone exchanged a look with one another.

"...what?"

"His birthday is in the fall. Some time in the third week of September or something."

The color drained from their faces. Weiss whipped around and shot an icy glare at Nora, who ducked down behind a table.

"Crap!" Yang exclaimed.

"We have to take this down before they get here," Coco said.

"They're actually coming up the elevator now -"

"On it!"

"Wait, no-"

Ruby took off, flying around the room and sucking everything into her tornado of petals.

The teams began to lift off the ground and fly into her petal burst along with her.

"Ru-u-u-uby! Put us do-w-w-w-wn!" Weiss yelled.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Jaune exclaimed.

"Don't you dare, Vomit boy!" Scarlet yelled.

"RUBY! STOP!"

The red head finally took notice and stopped, making a not so smooth landing on the office floor.

"Ugh...never...never again." Blake moaned.

"I'm seriously going to be sick…" Jaune added.

"Sorry guys…" Ruby said, rubbing the side of her head.

The door to the now destroyed office clicked open. It was too late to run. Ozpin, Qrow, Professor Goodwitch, General Ironwood, Oscar, and Maylea all entered and all taking in the destruction around them.

"What in the world happened here?!" Glynda shouted.

"Ah! We're sorry, Professor - er, Professors! We -"

"It was Nora's idea!" Yang exclaimed.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"What is happening right now?" Maylea asked.

"I have no idea." Oscar replied.

"Enough! Ms. Rose-" Professor Goodwitch pointed her wand at Ruby, "Explain."

"Weweretryingtoplanabirthdaypartyfor-"

"Slowly."

Ruby took a breath. "We were trying to plan a birthday party for Professor Ozpin, but we got the date wrong and when I tried to clean it up, this... happened."

Ozpin stepped forward, picking up the plate that once held the now smashed cookie cake.

"We're so sorry, Professor Ozpin. We'll clean it up! Right guys?"

"Y-yeah!"

"And we take full responsibility for what happened here."

Ozpin said nothing. He continued to examine the plate.

"Uh... Professor Ozpin?"

"September 23rd."

Everyone exchanged a look of confusion.

"Uh, come again?"

"My birthday is September 23rd. A day or two after the first day of autumn. It's... it's not something I tell many people. Doesn't have positive connotations. It's…" Ozpin paused, a small smile tugging at his lips, "It was nice of you all to do this. I appreciate it. I mean that."

Ruby beamed, "You're welcome, Professor Ozpin -"

"That being said, I'd appreciate it very much if you all put the same effort into fixing my office."

"There it is."

"There's a sizable custodial closet in the main building. Should have everything you need to get started."

Everyone groaned. "Yes Professor Ozpin…"

"Good. Now, come along now, Garnet. Let's get you home."

"G-give me a minute…"

Qrow sighed, going to pick up the disoriented child. "C'mon Nettie. A good nap'll fix you up."

"Ugghhhh…"

Qrow chuckled. "Let's go home."

"Wait! Uncle Qrow! Take us with you!" Yang pleaded.

"Sorry, rules are rules."

"You said you were allergic to the rules!"

Qrow shrugged. The others followed him out, Glynda stomping ahead of them in frustration. Ruby looked back at Ozpin. He smirked as he followed the others to the elevator. She smirked back.

Overall, it wasn't a bad party.