#had the sudden realization that i havent been ok for a while

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Chapter 3- Easier Said Than Done

Summary: Frankie's been by your side through some of the hardest moments in your life. Three years have gone by, and now there's no one you want to see less when you find yourself at your lowest.

Word Count: 4.1K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: Angst, yearning, mentions of death, sick parent, descriptions of a panic attack, hospitals, teenage Frankie's back at it again making it impossible for us to hate him!!

A/N: Hello, my name is Madeline and I am unable to stop writing gut wrenching angst and yearning. (Hi, Madeline). Maybe one of these days I'll stop sobbing like an idiot when I write, but I fear that day may not be coming any time soon

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You, Spring of 2006, Age 17

Most people say it’s the smell of hospitals they can’t stand. For you, it’s the noise. The constant chaos of voices, monitors, sirens, carts clattering as they roll across the never ending linoleum floor drives you insane. Even when it’s quiet, it’s still never silent. There’s always an ever present reminder looming in the distance to not get too comfortable. The inevitable fear that something could go wrong, and have you wishing that all you had to listen to was the ambiance of continual pandemonium. 

That’s why it’s such a relief when you hear the quiet ping of your cell phone resting on the edge of your chair. It’s enough to drown out everything else for a little while. 

Frankie :)))))) 

Hey where r u?

Game starts soon and I cant find u 

Katie and Morgan said they havent seen u either 

R u ok?   

You

Yeah I’m ok. 

Dad passed out and hit his head. Mom wasn’t home so I had to take him to the ER. 

Called Coach K in the ambulance to tell her I won’t be there. 

It’s times like these that it takes everything in you to remind yourself that missing big events to keep your dad alive is better than going to big events without him being here. But when you’re decked head to toe in your soccer uniform, sitting on the edge of your seat in a crowded emergency room instead of getting ready to start the last game of your senior year, it’s hard not to feel a little bitter about it. 

You read back over Frankie’s texts as you wait for his response, doing the quick math in your brain before frantically typing back. 

You

Wait, didn’t you have to work tonight? Are you at the field? 

Frankie :)))))) 

Called off work weeks ago 

U really think I would miss ur last game? Cmon Kenz 

Guess its not a surprise anymore. Surprise! lol 

You hope the nurse passing by doesn’t notice the way you’re grinning like an idiot at your phone, biting down on your bottom lip to keep your smile from growing so wide it’ll hurt your cheeks. You re-read the last three texts over and over, your face growing warmer each time. You’re not sure why you’d expect anything less. It still never fails to make you feel like your heart is seconds away from bursting at the seams. 

Of course he came. 

So lost in your train of thought, you hadn’t seen a fourth text pop up across your screen, only the fifth text of “???” that preceded it. 

Frankie :)))))) 

R u at memorial or westwood hospital? 

??? 

You 

Memorial. Why? 

Frankie :)))))) 

Be there in 15 

You 

Frankie you don’t have to do that 

Frankie :)))))) 

2 L8! Already leaving! See u soon! 

The tears welling in your eyes were most definitely ones of relief, joy even, that Frankie cared enough to attempt to make it to a soccer game you weren’t even at, let alone forgo a night’s worth of pay to drive himself to the hospital to see you. 

Your momentary excitement comes to a sudden stop as onslaught of bodies rush into your room to examine your dad. You’re quick to realize you’ve once again been caught up in a stampede where you’re nothing but another person in the way. An invisible presences that means nothing to anyone in this room. It makes the once blissful wetness welling in the corners of your eyes start to sting with a vengeance. 

But you’ve come very quickly to learn that crying doesn’t help anyone, especially when you’re not the one dying. 

You try not to let it hurt when your mom doesn’t even acknowledge the fact you’re sporting the jersey of the team you were supposed to start playing with twenty minutes ago, like you had brought your dad to the hospital in your uniform because that and your cleats were the easiest thing to throw on before you called 911. It’s even harder to try not to scream at the fact she barely pays your presence any mind, not even so much as a ‘thank you’ for getting your dad to the hospital in one piece. What’s the most painful is that you’re positive that she, or anyone else, even notices you’re gone when you slip out the door.

You’re here so often that the hospital staff don’t mind that you pace up and down the rows of the waiting room. Sure, they’ll be sending you a bill for the hole you’re burning through their carpet eventually, but that’s not today’s problem. 

Right now, part of the reason for your frantic pacing is to cool off some steam so you don’t say something you’ll regret about your dad’s cancer having the audacity to ruin the most important soccer game of your life to date. 

You’re also here so often, the hospital staff know Frankie. So much so, that your favorite receptionist, Cassandra, has more than definitely broken several hospital rules to let Frankie stick around long past visiting hours when you’ve needed it most. That’s why all she has to do is give you that look to break you from your vicious cycle of pacing to let you know when he’s arrived through the sliding glass doors of the front entrance. 

Most times, he at least makes it a few steps inside before you notice him. Tonight, he’s barely halfway through the door before you’re wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug you have to muster. He pulls you in even tighter. 

It’s then that the reality of it all starts to set in. Your best friend had to drive to meet you at the hospital because he’s the only one that remembers you have a soccer game tonight. Your dad is in a cyclical pattern of slowly dying that leaves you feeling like a terrible person for even wishing things were different. You’ve spent the past nine of your seventeen years of life only knowing a world that revolves around cancer. For nine years, you’ve never complained that this is the way your life has been. Tonight, you’ve decided that the weight of the world is un-fucking-fair. 

Tonight, you’re not the one dying, but crying seems like the only reasonable thing left to do. 

You should be embarrassed by how loud your sobs are, how quick the damn breaks once your body finally lets you give into the pain. These are the kind of tears that make your whole body shake, the ones that make your chest hurt because you can’t catch your breath, gasping for air like some poor, lifeless fish, begging to be thrown back to the sea. 

Frankie’s seen you cry before, but not like this. You should care about how your tears are staining the fabric of his t-shirt, how he’s the only thing keeping you standing while your body feels like it’s about to give out underneath you. You hadn’t said a word to each other before you’d collapsed in his arms in a sobbing heap, but right now you don’t care. You can’t. 

You’re sure words are exchanged at some point as he practically carries you out to his truck, at least giving you the decency to finish crying without unwanted eyes in the waiting room glued to you, but right now, you can’t remember. 

You’re not sure how long it takes you to get back to the point of being able to breathe at a semi-normal pace, but something tells you that Frankie will hold you for as long as you need him too, crying or not.

He gently strokes your back, his thumb tracing over the fabric of your jersey as it draws small circles over and over, a sweet and simple dance of his fingers that steadies you just enough to keep from flying away. 

“It’s okay, Kenz. It’s okay.” It’s melodic the way Frankie coos it in your ear, like he’s trying to hush a fussy baby fighting sleep. It’ll take time, persistence and patience, but lucky for you, he’s got all three in spades. “I promise you’re okay. I’m here.” 

“This fucking sucks.” It’s not elegant or graceful, but it’s the truth, and right now, it’s all your brain can process. 

“I know it is, Kenzie. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not fair. I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life worrying that this is the last day I see him. I just want life to be normal. I just wanna go play my stupid fucking soccer game. It’s not fucking fair.” You ball your fists against Frankie’s chest, pounding into him like he’s the one responsible for your hurt and anger. He’s not the one you need to take it out on, but he’s all you have. You hope he knows it’s not his fault he’s become your emotional punching bag as he takes blow after blow, despite how weak your swings are. You’ve got no strength left to fight. 

“I know. It’s not fair. It’s not fair, MacKenzie.” 

He takes it all until you have nothing left to give. You’ve lost a game no one ever has a chance of winning. Defeat is the unwanted trophy life rewards you with, but Frankie stands at the podium with you. He’ll take the hits if it helps ease the blow. 

“Will you be okay if I’m gone for five minutes? Just five, I promise, and then I’ll be right back.” His question catches you off guard, breaking you from your agitated state, nodding your head just enough to give him the permission he needs to race back through the doors of the hospital as you climb into his passenger seat. 

His truck gives you the kind of familiarity the hospital doesn’t. It’s hard not to find irony in the fact you feel safer in his piece of junk car where the wheels could give out beneath you at any moment than you do in a building that is built for saving people’s lives. Maybe it’s because his truck is filled with the memories of moments in life that make you feel like things are going to be okay. 

With the way Frankie’s breathing as he jumps into the driver’s seat, it’s hard to think he’s not back in less than two minutes, rather than five. He doesn’t say a word to you as he cranks the ignition, only a little prayer under his breath that now’s not a time his engine has chosen to give out on him. He doesn’t let you ask any questions until you’re already on the road. 

“Frankie, what’s- Frankie what are you doing?” 

He’s got that crazed kind of look in his eyes he gets when he’s hellbent on making something happen. He always likes to say that you’re the stubborn one. It makes you wonder the last time he’s taken a good, hard look at himself in the mirror. 

“I’m taking you to your game.” 

He says it so matter of factly, like his response to nearly kidnapping you out of the Memorial Hospital parking lot shouldn’t warrant any questions. 

“What?! Frankie! I can’t just-” 

“The doctor in the room said he’s stable and he probably won’t be conscious for the next few hours anyways. Your mom said it’s fine. I’m not letting you miss out on this. You deserve to get to play, Kenz.” 

You’re not sure at that moment if you want to kiss him or slap him across the back of the head. Maybe it’s a little bit of both. 

“Frankie, I-” 

“I’ll turn around and take you back if you want me to, but I don’t think you want me to turn around.” 

God, maybe you do want to kiss him. 

“I hate you, Francisco, I hope you know that.” 

“I know. It’s okay, you play better when you’re angry, anyways.” 

It’s always the little smirk in the corner of his mouth. The one he makes when he knows he’s right. It’s the same smirk he makes when he greets you after you’ve scored two goals to help your team win the last game of your high school career. The same one he gives you when he buys you ice cream to celebrate with two scoops of cookie dough instead of one, because you won’t stop laughing at his stupid joke about your big appetite for winning. 

That night, you fall asleep on his couch, too tired to drive back to the hospital, too scared to sleep in your house alone. You’re not sure if you mean to doze off with your head resting against his thigh like some sort of makeshift pillow. It’s easiest just to blame it on the fact you’re too exhausted to get up. But as you close your eyes and drift to sleep, you’re almost sure that the only muscle Frankie dares to move is the one that pulls the line of his lips into that same smirk you’d rather die than live without. 

You, Present

You’re shocked your initial response to seeing Frankie Morales for the first time in three years wasn’t immediately slamming your front door in his face and telling him to fuck off. 

That’s what your body wanted you to do. For as badly as it did, your some part of your brain wouldn’t let you. 

It’s probably the same, stupid part of your brain that won’t let you stop staring at him, either. 

He looks good. Way better than you’d like him to. It doesn’t seem fair that he somehow manages to find a way to return home more handsome than when he left. It happens every damn time. You swear he does it on purpose. You don’t know how he could, but that’s what you tell yourself. It makes it easier to hate him. 

“I didn’t know you were home.” 

It’s probably the worst thing you could have said to break the awkward silence stewing between you, because you both know it’s a dirty lie. But at this point, you’re far past granting Frankie the privilege of being a part of the truth- you’ll give him your version of the truth that you want him to hear. You’re not letting him have the upper hand. 

“Yeah. I uh- got home this morning.” 

Good to know the best either of you could do was reduce your relationship down to nothing but lying. If that’s the game he wants to play, then so be it. 

“Drive was good?” 

“Yeah.” Lie. “You?” 

“Fine.” Lie. 

For as much as you know the lies hurt, it’s the curveball you hit him with next that you hope stings the worst. 

“I didn’t think you were gonna come.” 

Because that was the truth. The way his face drops tells you the guilt ridden punch you’ve socked him with hits exactly where you want it to. You want the truth to hurt more. You want it to hurt just as bad as the way his truth hurt you. 

“Of course I was gonna come.” 

It’s a poor attempt at a swing back. He showed up with a knife at your gun fight. He knows well enough you won’t show him any mercy. 

“Wouldn’t have been the first time you hadn’t shown up for something important, Frankie.” 

“Your dad’s fucking dying MacKenzie, what makes you think I wouldn’t be here?” 

“Well, he’s been dying for the past three years so I’m glad you’re deciding to show up when it’s convenient for you.” 

That one shuts him up real fucking fast. 

His jaw ticks as he takes a deep breath, staring up at the sky like there’s something written in the clouds that will give him instructions on what to say next. There’s not much he could say at this point that would shock you, but Frankie never ceases to be full of surprises, whether you like it or not. 

“I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Kenz. I’m sorry.” 

That shuts you up even quicker. 

It shuts you up because you know he’s not lying. The truth is buried in the way his voice breaks at the start of your name, the way the “K” trembles off his tongue and shakes in the back of his throat. 

Your heart is mangled in your chest, hearing him say the two words you’d never thought you’d get and realizing you can’t accept it. 

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough, Frankie.” 

Neither of you are sure what to say. It’s tough to tell if the fight is over because Frankie’s stabbed you to death and you’ve unloaded every last bullet you had, or if you decided to put your weapons down and walk away before any casualties have occurred. While it’s hard to deny it’s the latter of the two options, at least the first one would have been the honorable way to go. 

“Honey, is that Frankie at the door? Let him in, MacKenzie, don’t make him stand out there!” 

If there’s one thing you can always count on your mom for, it's that she’ll never fail to have impeccable timing, for better or worse.  

You don’t intend for the sigh you let out to be as loud as it is, but it certainly makes it clear to Frankie you aren’t happy about obliging to your mom’s request. You expect him to pass you like you don’t exist, entering your house to greet the two of the three family members who still care about him enough to not burn a hole through his chest every time they look at him, but he doesn’t. He waits for your okay, frozen on the porch until the subtle shrug of your shoulders signals you’ve given him the all clear to pass. He wants to know you’ll at least let him through unscathed for now. 

You follow behind him as he enters your house, trying to ignore the fact you’re entranced by the dark brown curls that still tickle the nape of his neck as he walks, or how the width of his shoulders nearly stretch from one end of the door frame to the other. You’re starting to regret not letting him follow you in  instead. 

You nearly bump into him with how quick he is to freeze once he sees the state of your living room. In the past few weeks, it’s made a terrible transformation from the space you once knew to a makeshift hospital room. The hospice workers had crowded your house with beds, oxygen tanks, and a wheelchair your dad refuses to sit in, an endless puzzle of enough supplies to let your father die in his own home, rather than the cold, sterile wasteland of the nearest hospital. 

You’d been able to ease yourself into your dad’s decline. You’d watched the months leading up to now as his body became weaker and sicker, reducing down to nothing but bones and deep, dark set eyes. You were a first hand witness to how cancer had greedily sucked every ounce of life he had left in him, taking and taking until he had nothing left to give. 

Last time Frankie saw your dad he was in remission. He looked good, healthy, even. That was three years ago. Frankie would have never imagined barely being able to recognize the man that was the closest thing to a real father he’d ever get. 

You want to scream at him that it’s his own damn fault he’s this shocked when he comes face to face with the shell of the man your dad used to be. But with the way you can practically see the guilt oozing out of Frankie with every step he takes towards the near lifeless body lying in the misplaced hospital bed in your living room, you can’t help but let your empathy get the best of you. 

“Hi Frankie, how are you? It’s so good to see you, honey.” 

Even though your mom knows you’re seconds away from wanting to dropkick Frankie off the face of the earth, there are few things she’ll ever let get in the way of her warm and welcoming demeanor. 

Frankie’s still borderline speechless as your mom grabs the tray of cookies he’s been awkwardly toting before she embraces him, arms still glued to his sides like he’s too afraid to move. The way she’s got him in the hug gives him no choice but to stare at the unsettling image of your dad over her shoulder, barely strong enough to turn his head to see what all the fuss is about. 

“H-hi, Mrs. Anderson. I’m okay. It’s good to see you, too.” 

“Is that my Frank the Tank? C’mere, kiddo. I was hopin’ I’d get to see you.” 

The past few weeks have made you shed enough tears to last a lifetime. Never once did you expect the thing that would make you cry the hardest out of everything you’d been through was hearing the long lost excitement in your dad’s voice upon Frankie’s return. 

It’s childish, the way you storm upstairs and slam your bedroom door behind you without a word, heat seething through your veins at the way your dad was so quick to forgive, welcoming Frankie back into his home like a day hadn’t passed, like he had been there right alongside him every step of the way through his descent. Your blood boils at the fact your father can’t be bothered to remember that Frankie had been nowhere to be found for three fucking years. Not a text, not a call, not even a “Frankie says hi!” through his mother four doors down. 

You can deal with the embarrassment of throwing a full blown temper tantrum later, but that’s more tolerable than spending another second in the same room as Frankie.  

“Well,” your dad huffs, his face grimaced with sarcasm as he looks back and forth between your mom, Frankie, and the empty presence you’d left behind, “that went well.” 

“Sorry about that, she’s um-” 

“She’s fine. Just stubborn.” Your dad grumbles, cutting off your mom with the best attempt he can make to raise his arm from the bed and wave her off. 

“No, I uh- it’s fine, I just- I should probably get going, don’t wanna take um- take up too much of your time.” Frankie’s heart sinks in the uncomfortable silence, quietly cursing himself for the mess he’s made. 

“It’s what, 8 o’clock in the morning? You got a bingo game at the senior center you need to get to, young man?” 

“No, I just-” 

“Perfect, no is the only word I needed to hear.” Your dad weakly smiles, gently patting the edge of the bed for Frankie to join him. 

Your heart winces hearing the heavy footsteps a floor below you from your bedroom, knowing the direction they’re heading is only further into your house and not back out the front door where you’d prefer him to be.

Thank goodness your dad has lost the ability to speak loud enough for you to hear the words that follow the thumps of Frankie’s feet. 

“Frankie, I’ve lived a very happy life. There are few things about it I’d change. But you know just as well as me that my daughter is the one who so lovingly inherited my stubbornness. Lucky for me, God knows I’m stubborn enough not to die until you and her figure this out. Unlucky for the both of you, that my time for stubbornness is starting to run thin.”

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[harufluff]

my seahorse ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊

💬 : fluff, unestablished relationship au, afab!reader x bff!anton, ⚠ best friends to lovers trope, not proofread, 0.7k

“could you come over…” your voice was shaky through the phone speaker. anton had known you were at home because you had texted him hours before complaining about your neighbors.

“a-are you ok? did something happen?” his heart started beating faster. despite just being a friend, a best friend as you would put it, anton always worried about you.

weather you are up to no good, or just getting good news. he was here to support you no matter what. maybe a little too much for just a friend.

“i’m fine. just please be fast.” and just like that you had hung up, leaving anton scared and surprised with the various possibilities bouncing around his head.

anton made his way to your house as fast as he could. when he finally got to the front door of the house he had been to so many times before, he knocked. his heart finally began to calm as he heard the soft footsteps of your feet coming down the stairs.

the door opened to your face. no makeup, inches shorter than where his face is, and a blanket wrapped around your head. “what’s wrong?”

anton’s soft, calming voice makes it to your ears. before he can even blink again, the door swings open and reveals your blanket covered figure coming towards him for a hug.

“y/n, seriously what’s wrong? are you hurt?” your best friends hands now coming up to take your hands in his, inspecting for any injuries.

“come look.” you use his hands current position to your advantage and take one of them, dragging him up the stairs to your bedroom, a room he has been to more times than he can count.

you sit down on your bed, blanket still covering your lap, while anton stands in the doorway, still astounded, but mostly confused of your intentions.

“come sit. i wanna show you something.” he came to sit down on the bed next to you, anxious of what was to come.

anton’s nerves continued to be more prominent. “are you sure you’re ok?” he asks one more time before you dragged your laptop to your legs.

your curser traveled to the corner of the youtube screen to press the play button, then a pair of sea horses swim into the view of the camera.

a deep, manly voice comes out of your computer explaining how sea horses mate for life and stay together forever. your head turns in your best friends direction, tears on the brim of falling down your face.

“w-wait, what’s wrong? why are you crying” anton asks you, words coming quickly out of his mouth. “they mate forever, ant. imagine staying with someone you love for the rest of your life!!”

a slight smile rises to his face, finally realizing your sudden sadness was not necessarily sadness. “you still haven’t answered my question. why are you crying over some sea horses, y/n.”

anton held your face with one of his hands and whipped the stray tear now running down your face. “it’s just so romantic, y’know?”

you let the weight of your body tumble down as your back hit the soft covers of your bed. “i wanna find someone like that one day.” your eyes rest in the same place of your ceiling.

anton thinks about what to answer with for what feels like a couple seconds too long. “i have already.” you sit up straight right away, eyes wide open and staring into your best friends.

“who….?”

his cute smile made its way up to his lips as his face began to grow pink. “it’s you. you’re my seahorse…” anton tried his best to keep the eye contact with your still wide eyes.

“if you don’t feel the same way just tell me and i’ll forget i ever said it.” his gaze then dropped down to his hands that were resting in his lap.

“anton…you’re my seahorse too…” all of a sudden you felt anton’s body weight on top of yours and the room was filled with giggles from the both of you.

his face pops up from the crook of your shoulder, a lasting smile still on his face along with yours. “my seahorse”

a.n - sorry i havent posted in like so long lol. please enjoy! <3

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[survivalist-anon]

Log 11: A new day for mischief

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

My alarm goes off, 06:45 am.

Well, time to get the day going. I do the usual morning routine, put on at least half of my uniform on (an undershirt and work pants), and head down stairs to check on Fjord.

I could see he was on the floor, with most of the bed covering his upper body, snoring peacefully.

Setting up some breakfast for the both of us, take out some deer meat to defrost for today's dinner. I hear him shuffle around twords the kitchen.

"Good morrow lass. I see you're up early." He lets a little yawn out.

"Hey good morning Fjord. Want some bacon and eggs?", I figured I'd serve something a little special for today. "I still have some eggs, I'm cooking the bacon and some toast."

He sits down on the chair and enjoys the morning smells, "sounds fine, perhaps a bit recaf would do fine as well. I haven't had some in a while really.".

"Recaf? Don't you mean decaf?", I was wondering if he was confusing the two...not to mention I have never heard of 'recaf'.

Rubbing his eyes, shoots a confused look, "no, recaf. You know. The roasted black liquid that keeps you awake?".

I figured this was just another one of those things from his home that could be different from ours. "oh, you mean coffee? It's probably the same, just a different name.", I handed him my largest mug of black coffee for him.

He smells it, takes a sip, "Yep, that's it lass. Yet it's a little different.... doesn't taste like chared leather.". I offer him some milk to go with it, he lets me put a little milk in the coffee and takes a sip again.

Smacking his lips, I can see he's pleased with his coffee, "you really like to spoil your guests, do you lass?".

I felt a bit flattered, "well, it's how you should treat guests. So, let's see....", I take out another piece of paper and start jotting down anything we needed to resupply.

As Fjord was enjoying his breakfast, he suddenly took out a leather pouch from the bag. "So, last night I took a peek into the bag to see if there were anything worth finding and I believe you might be curious."

The bag made a heavy, almost chunky sound when it hit the wooden table. I went to pick it up and opened it. My jaw dropped to see that it was a bag of gold nuggets.

"Holy shit! Fjord this was in the bag, do you know this is?!", I was shocked to see how big they were, these weren't fool's gold either. These were genuine gold nuggets. Some of which looked like they were cut to be of similar size. "This was in the bag??"

"Yes, I figured the fists have been mining the area for so long, they must have found piss rocks.", stuck a strip of bacon into his mouth. His pupils dilated a little from with pleasure. "Oh this grox meat is fantastic."

Ignoring his comment about whatever a grox was. "Ok, I'm forever using 'piss rock' from now when referring to gold. Anyway, there must be thousands of dollars in this bag alone! Oh God has Aldercon been paying everyone in this amount? That explains why most of the businesses havent gone down since...", as I was speaking, he then takes several smaller bags.

"They're not that foolish to just throw money at people, it seems they separate it by amounts. Clever actually.", he takes a gold chunk from the bag and places it into one of the smaller bags. The chunk barley fit, but it was the same size as the interior of the bag.

There was a likely chance that the Marines at Fort Dorn have not only been paying everyone in the town with gold pieces, but it seems it's what been sustaining businesses around town that they alone seem to frequent.

"....the other day, I saw Bilhard pay Mrs Bellcaller with one of these bags....", I had the sudden realization that their involvement in the town was probably deeper than I anticipated.

"likely so", he finishes off his coffee and eggs. "Hopefully they weren't frugal enough to just limit themselves to a few places."

Taking out the list of people, I suddenly remember an old Hungarian folk riddle,

"What does not rule, take gold or enforce are those who raise a whole village. Seven pillers with seven duties to seven worlds."

This riddle was one my grandpa from my father's side would harass me with, he was suffering from dementia by the time he kept eeriely repeating this to 5 year old me, but I was never able to answer the riddle.

Seven pillars, seven duties, seven worlds...."....this is referring to jobs in a village."

Fjord could see the cogs in my head spinning, "hmm...never was good with riddles myself...Sten or maybe Toke would know.", he gets up to see what clothes he was going to wear and I could here grumble a bit in that strange language I hear Big Blue speak in, but it sounded like it had a Norwegian dialect rather than an Italian one.

"You ok over there?", I asked.

From the living room, "Yes I'm fine lass, I'm just wondering why in the name of Russ do these garbs look so sad. I wasn't expecting the Fists to be fancy or nothing, but look at this.", he comes out with a pair of well worn overalls and Beetles shirt from the 70's.

I giggle at how he was able to mismatch his outfit. "Hold on a second, let me help you there."

We settled on a pair of old jeans, a plain white shirt and that aviator jacket. As for shoes, he would have to make do barefoot until we got to town.

I get to thinking about the riddle and the list of names, "wait.....", I unceremoniously search for the answer of the riddle on my phone and see it's a list of villagers; Merchant, Inn Keepr, Blacksmith, Clergy, Apothecist, Huntsman and Carpenter.

I glanced to the corner of my phone and saw that it was about time to leave. "I'll figure it out later, come in Fjord, I'll see if I can make room in my car.", Fjord had somehow found another interesting item to add to his casual disguise. A pair of sunglasses.

"what do you think lass?", flashing a toothy smile.

"It looks great, come on, let's see if we can fit you in the car.", as we head outside, the patrol was nowhere to be seen. "Ugh....Fjord. Did you hear anything last night?"

He peaked over my shoulder and was equally perplexed. "Oh...well ....is it our problem still?".

The fact there doesn't even seem to be any sign of the car being there. Not even tire tracks. I look to my mailbox and see there's a conspicuous new....'thing'....about my mailbox.

"WHO PAINTED MY MAILBOX YELLOW?", the both of us check it and see that there was also mail. There was a folder, that was being used as a makeshift letter envelope.

It was from Aldercon.

"oh goodie, he found out where I live.", I open and it's a handwritten letter with a large crimson wax seal decorated with a skull with wings, the sentiment itself was too whimsical to have come from him.

Dear, Lorencia Lakatos Drake

We have successfully pinpointed the location of you address, it would see that it has taken less than the originally estimated 12 hours for fuzzball to get you into a serious predicament with the local law enforcement. If you had guessed that one of my marines has driven by, found the turned over police vehicle and took initiative to remove the car, clean up the evidence and report this to me. You would be correct. As for fuzzball, we will give him a warning before we will have to DETAIN him for poor behavior until his battle brothers return If you are reading this letter around the hours of 06:25 hours to 07:25, than my estimations where correct to your morning routine. I have also requested the men to provide you with an alternative transport vehicle to better accommodate the rest of your team.

Signing off,

Chaplain Aldercon

Nevermind, it was from him.

"....why does he keep calling me 'fuzzball', also....what vehicle?", turning around, giving me a light tap on my shoulder. "Lass, looks like you won't have to do much about the space."

I turned around to my car to see that there was now a HUGE jet grey pickup truck. It wasn't of any recognizable model or make or anything. I mean neat I got a new truck but it stood out like a sore thumb. "Woah...it ....looks like something I am not supposed to have as a civilian.", speaking through clenched teeth pretending I'm actually ok with this.

Contrary to what I was feeling, Fjord was actually pleased with the truck. "Come on! As you said, let's get on with day.", he hops into the passenger seat.

I take a look inside and I'm having a rather interesting time visually understanding what was going on. The driver side was proportionate to a regular car's driver seat, get the rest of the car could accommodate at least three armor less Marines. "Looks roomy.". I can see there was a key on the dashboard, I plug it in and the engine itself sounded like a jet engine. "Oooooh boy this is going to take some getting use to.", my toe barley weighs on the gas pedal and the truck gives a good jolt.

Fjord looks at me, "would you like to handle navigation lass?". I look at him knowing very well he wasn't going to fit in the seat.

"no worries...let's go", with a rocky start, we head into the downtown area.

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Jeff was sitting in one of the cells, he had slept in the locking himself in the vein attempt to protect himself from the horror he had experienced.

Officers Mark and Beck look at him with bemusement and unsurprised expectations.

"Ugh, so buddy .....yah sure it wasn't no bear?", Mark remarked.

Sipping from his mug, his more portly partner is a bit more concerned. "Yeah...also....you mean tell us....you left your ex with a bear last night?".

With bloodshot eyes and a thousand yard stare. "It....was ..no.... FUCKING bear, it was one of those metal FREAKS!", he stood up and furiously shook the bars. "They ain't human.... they're monsters.....some..... government experiment or something. They're dangerous....I mean....YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHAT IT DID TO MY PATROL CAR MAN!!", as he was shouting, he was reliving last night's encounter and in his mind he only remembers the red glowing eyes and the earth shattering growls.

Mark and Beck were both taken a back by Jeff's state.

"Ugh....maybe you should...tell the chief?", Mark asked, no longer amused but worried about his fellow officer.

The door to the police station blasts open, "JEFFERY! IN MY OFFICE!", it was Chief of Police Maxwell J. Colt. Unlike Jeff, he was a far more respectable member of the force yet he is also the reason why Jeff has a job to begin with. He could see Jeff in the holding cell, looking like a slumped, sad wet bag. "Why are you in the holding cell boy?", his anger simmered to concern.

"Dad! Those metal freaks! One nearly killed me a-and wrecked the patrol car a-and I was trying to save Lorey a-", as his son was blathering words, the Chief's eye was twitching.

"For the love of God, what did I tell you about bothering Drake?! Yah know damn well I've told dozens of not thousands of times to leave her be! That girl just lost her grandfather.....where is your gun?", he had begun to become furious again, "I swear boy if you lost your god damn gun again I a-"

Jeff opened the cell door, "The metal guy crushed my gun in its hands like peanut brittle! We got to warm everyone that these freaks are dangerous!", he grabbed his father desperately by his collar, something he had never done.

Chief Maxwell knew his son well enough that the look on his face wasn't some childish plee. He was genuinely frighten. "....metal freaks? Those things the boys up in Tillamook keeps pandering me about?", he wasn't concerned with the Marines, but he had just about had enough of the soldiers at Tillamook for his own selfish reasons.

Ever since the space marines had been cropped up once and awhile, occasionally there would be some strange mishapsl or property destruction the station wouldn't be able to help with. Not to mention Marines that have appeared to have efficiently help the public better than the police, the public had been giving him a tough time.

"....fine....go wash up boy, you look like a mess.", he dryly commanded. Jeff, still shaking, he goes to the shower rooms to wash up. "As for you two, send out a public safety announcement about these.....metal fellers. It's clear they don't have any respect for the law.".

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Driving in my possible assault vehicle, I couldn't help but feel even more like a fish out of water. I could see the locals gawking at truck. Fjord was just relaxing, looking at the town and all it had to offer.

"So, where to lass", he sticks his head out the window to get a little bit of fresh air, I couldn't blame because the smell of "New Car" wasn't a favorite of mine either.

"well, we have to head to Bellcaller's. I'd to ask them a few questions.", suddenly the dashboard turned on, notifying me that my phone was ringing. "Woah...when did this.... sync to my phone?", i could see it was Ronnie, "hey Ronnie what's up?".

"Hey Lorey, you feeling better? Listen James left me in charge for the day. So you got two options, you can either take the day off or bring the station something to grill for later. Jonas is bringing her grill and the others are bringing something things too.", it sounded like they were having a party.

"Woah really? What do you need me to get? Also are you celebrating something?", I couldn't remember off the top of my head what he could be doing this for.

"Oh yah know, word on the street is that Jeffy got his shit rocked by something last night. Pluuuus it's Big Bear Week! The bears in the area passed their expected weights for the season. Nice fat and happy bears means we get a little extra.", Bear week was already a made up holiday we came up with to boost our morels, it was extra special special when the bears in area already seem happy and healthy in spite of it being so early in the year.

"Great, let's see, anyone in the mood for ribs and steaks?", it was a bit above my budget but it was for a party. Plus with a gold nugget, I could pay for myself for several purchases.

"Wait, if you want to I could get a deer or two. It will just be a few minutes.", Fjord interjected offering to help.

"Ugh, who's that?", Ronnie asked.

"Oh ugh, hey listen, since you're in charge ugh can I bring a friend along? He's visiting from out of town.", Ronnie was pretty chill with this sort of thing. Hopefully in spite of everything it would be fine.

"Yeah sure, but I'm not sure if the gang here likes deer Lorey, the ribs, hotdogs and maybe some chicken would do? I heard the stakes are getting high if you catch my drift.", he wasn't too far off in using that pun, things have gotten more pricey.

"Ok, I'll stop by the store and get some stuff. Sodas too?", just to add to the list.

"Nah, Shelly is bringing the tasty craft stuff from her cousin down south. See you there!", he hung up.

"Ok, looks like Bellcaller is going to have to wait. I guess this counts as a welcome party for you, right Fjord?".

He nodded with a smile. "Yah comrades sounds like a lot of fun. Let's bring a feast than.".

A little later we headed inside one of the local shops, heading straight to the meat and fish section. Fjord looked surprisingly over stimulated, his whole being felt a lot out of place. As I grabbed a good amount of meat for at least ten staff members and a two person serving size of steak for Fjord, I could feel some glaces and stares from the people in the store. However, some looked a little bit different from the looks they would give the Marines from Fort Dorn.

These were oblong looks of curious judgement. Unlike the clean shaven upright look of Bilhard. Fjord was wild looking, his hair was past shoulder length, unkept and looked closer to a lion's main, he looked like something out of a comic book from much he somewhat stood out.

He was genuinely something out of the ordinary given a second glance and uniquely special.

As we pass by the liquor section, he just casually picks up 2 kegs of beer like empty cardboard boxes! He was extremely strong, hoisting them on to his shoulders like nothing.

If his looks didn't attract your attention, his Herculean strength would.

The cashier had her mouth agape in wonder. "S-sir, would like any help with that?", she looked like she didn't know whether to frighten or swooned.

"Oh no thank madame. I can handle it.", his flirtatious smile sent her face in a flurry of flush.

"Oh my~, that will be $278.76 please", well that was to be expected.

Fjord leaned forward a little, "Thank you lass.", the wink and flashing fangs sent her nearly fainting.

I just gave him a cocked brow, "really?"

He chuckled quietly, "I was trying to get her to faint so you could take the food and run.", hopefully he was joking. "By the way, shouldn't you have paid her the gold?".

At first I originally did plan on that, but I figured it was for good reason why on a few people were being paid in the coins. "It's fine Fjord, besides one of those chunks is worth five months salary. I'll be fine."

As we load the truck we head off to the reserve station. It looked like a medium sized building with a fire watch tower, a kennel area to hold the recovering animals in a barn for supplies.

"Welcome to the Pine Hills nature reserve and observation station, Fjord.", I get out and nearly trip, I'm definitely not use to big trucks.

He got out and looked at the building, taking a deep whiff of the area. He helped with the items and was greeted by Jonas.

"Hey Hey-woah....nice truck....looked like a small spaceship...who's ugh...who's your buddy here?", at first Jonas had only seen me get the meat out from the back. Then she glanced at Fjord, again showing off his inhuman strength by lifting nearly 30 gallons on his shoulders. "Daaaaaaaaamn.....Lorey is that like ..... superman or something?", she leaned whispering like he can't hear her.

"Jonas, this Fjord. He's a friend of mine and he'll be staying with me for a bit.

Fjord, with his hands full, "Greetings Jonas. Fine day this morn'." He turns his head to the directions of the trees, very faintly hearing birds and other animals nearly miles away. "Lovely territory you all have here.", he confidently walks off.

Jonas was dumbfounded, "Lorey please tell you guys are fucking."

Nearly snapping my neck to turn to her, "Jonas! I said he's a friend what the hell?"

She helped grab the rest of the food. "guuuuurl like daaaaaaaaamn where did you get this guy I mean like vava voom!", she was a person to speak her mind a bit too loudly.

"Oh stop it, please.", having the flashes of his soaked, hairy chest and abs from last night...I couldn't blame Jonas for her boisterous outburst. "Come on, let's get your grill going. I got ribs here so we can just get that going."

"Lalala-Lorey, come on seriously are you guys dating? Does he have a brother? I mean if you guys aren't a thing can I be the thing? Also where's he from? He sounds European.", Jonas was shooting questions rapid fire before I can actually answer them.

We get into the station and I already the other are curious watching Fjord helping them as well.

Ronnie gave me a look knowing that I probably knew something about this. He must have figured out something a little extraordinary was going on.

Shelly, Anderson and Carly( junior volunteers and ages 15 and 17) and Clara were asking Fjord just as much questions as Jonas was asking me.

Fjord seemed he was liking the friendly attention. Anderson was the youngest out of our staff and was Jame's eldest grandson.

"Like dude what pre-workouts do you take man!?", he jumps on to Fjord's outreached arm and is holding on like of it was a push up bar.

"Ugh, it's just regular exercise lad. Nothing much really.", his answer was vague but Anderson took it.

"Lorey, girl you have been hold out on us! He looks like he came right out of Viking heaven.", Clara shaking my shoulders a little.

"You mean Valhalla?", I corrected her politely.

"yeah sure, big, tall handsome guy heaven.", she was ogling him hard.

Jonas was also trying to get chummy with me, "yeah, you should see the Batmobile she has outside, looks like she upgraded more than her ride.".

The innuendos were getting silly by this point. "ok ok, guys this is Fjord, he's a friend of mine and he's going to stay with me in the meantime."

Fjord turns to give this little sad puppy dog pout look, " what do you mean 'meantime', am I going somewhere?".

I give him a reassuring pat on his back, I get him to lean down whisper in his ear, "Don't worry you're not going anywhere, it's just a bit, remember, low profile.", I scratch the back of head a little to give him a more clearer sign.

His head adjusts to my open palm to get a better feel, it felt a little strange but in a pleasant way. His sunglasses slip down a little and I see his eyes. I'm not too certain what I was feeling, but it felt good.

Jonas and the rest of the girls were giving me a smug look, grinning.

"hehe, so what's on the agenda for today?", I asked Ronnie who's been sitting off to the side just enjoying the uplifted energy in the room.

Ronnie got up, "Well, I've check the cameras again....and another came up."

Fjord tilted his head a bit, wondering what did Ronnie mean.

"wow really? Can we see on the big monitor?", Carly asked.

Ronnie's smile shrunk a little, "I don't know....it ain't for the faint of heart.....it's a live attack this time. Ain't no roadkill dinner if you know I'm saying."

I began to feel a little worried and wondered if it is was another one of the more freakier ones. "Pull it up. I think we may need to take those ones seriously.". I could feel that I may have laid it too thick with the tension in the room my tone.

Ronnie, understanding my concerns, "alright, let's go. Does your friend want to see too?"

Fjord, also sensing my tone, "Yes. I'll take a gander."

A few minutes later, all of the staff had gathered in the projection room to see this week's wildlife cam footage.

This time it was during early dusk, after a few skipped seconds of racoons, bears and other smaller wildlife, finally hitting on the target timeframe.

It was a huge buck, it looked heavy and was munching away on the foliage. There was the faint snapping of twigs. What was odd was that the buck looked up to the trees and not to its eye level. Suddenly a blueish blur flashed down on the deer, pushing it slightly off screen, the sounds of its panicked screams were enough to freeze the blood in our veins. The squealing was competing with the crushes and squelching of ravaged bone and flesh. The deer stopped, all there was left was tearing of flesh, wet chewing and ripping.

Ronnie skipped about 30 seconds ahead and revealed the face of the attacker. It was a marine, but this one was different, he looked like he had ears? His upper body was covered in different patchworks of....his prey....some of which concerningly had no fur on it. His whole head was red with deer blood, obscuring any other detail. He stopped away, humming grumbling a tune, with what was left of the deer over his shoulder.

Everyone in the room was terrified, everyone expect Fjord. I turned to see that same, lazor focused glare that Bilhard and Aldercon had sported most of the time.

The look of readiness for combat.

For Fjord, this was just another mission for him to put on his mental list. He looked like he's seen the marine before too.

Ronnie, expressionless, turned off the projector. "Ok, now that y'all saw that. What are yah thoughts?", he asked casually.

Everyone in the room had varying degrees of fear. None of have them had ever seen one of the Marines just rip apart a deer like that. Unlike the social media posts of the snuff footage of Marines in urban areas, this was an entirely different context. This was a marine that was well adjusted to hunting in the wild, where there are no cops, no witnesses and certainly no one to hear the scream of they fell prey to him.

"Now, what is...the big difference between this guy, and....this guy.", he connects the projector with his phone. Showing clips of Big Blue and other Marines. "hmm?"

Anderson, probably scared out of his mind raises his hand, "ugh....they...help people?"

Ronnie, nodding yes, "yep...what else?"

Clara although looking like she wasn't bothered by the previous footage, reluctantly raises her hand, "The other freaky one just ate a buck like a burger order?"

"mmmmclose...but what else?"

Fjord, stoically answered, "He's corrupted."

Everyone was a little confused at Fjord, including me.

Carly spoke up in a shaking voice, she was probably effected by the footage the most since her specialty is taking care of the deer. "What do you mean corrupted?".

Fjord pulls back a little to being a little tense. "Ugh, he's corrupted....he's feral, cruel and he enjoyed the part where he tore into the beasty. Eating it was just a perk.", he tried sounding like he was making an analysis....but it came off a bit out of pocket.

Ronnie gave a sigh, "Well...Fjord ain't wrong. This one....is dangerous, and he CAN'T be reasoned with. There's something clearly wrong with him. That's for sure. These other ones, they're good. They can talk, they CAN be reasoned with....and they don't attack people for no reason. One is an animal....in the worst way....the other is....well....not an animal....like....I'm sure they're like....super guys under all that armor and stuff. So, Shelly, Clara I want you guys to make a state issued warning about this specific metal man. It ain't worth bothering the wrong guy."

A bell chimes in and everyone jumps in their seats shouting, it was James. Smiling that good ol' cowboy smile of his.

"Yep. Better start telling the difference. This will mean though we'll have to shut some of the parks around the area down and monitor their activities."

I look to Fjord, he looks like he had already smelled James coming in a mile away. He give my a glance.

"oh James. Ugh. Any sign of the three greyish blue ones? They seemed reasonable enough.", as I asked, Fjord looked chuffed at the statement.

"Hmmm...nope. haven't seen them in two days actually." He gives Fjord a side glance. Knowing well what and who he is. "Hello Fjord."

"Oh, good evening Jamie. How's it going?", he gives a cute awkward smile like he's been caught doing something wrong.

I knew Sten knew James, but I guess he also knew Fjord too. No surprise the three were stuck to the hip to each other.

"Also, be aware that Chief Colt is aware of these fellers. Unfortunately, he giving them the same treatment he give anything that bothers him.", he lifts up a printed warning from the Police Station with what looks like a cartoon version of Fjord's armor with big sharp teeth, claws and fire all over. It looks like Jeff hasn't gotten batter at drawing since highschool.

"..........Is it?", I ask painfully.

James, with a deep sigh, "yeeeeeeeeeeup. So, if you all see one of these metal folks acting all ornery and all that unpleasantness I hope you take the proper precautions to take care of yourselves. The others, the more civil ones....are just passing by. Just pretend they're like the bears and wolves around these parts. It's one who be looking for you...that you should ponder about. Also which one of you brought those kegs, drinking isn't allowed during work hours.", he casually ended.

Fjord, reluctantly raised his hand.

James gave an unsurprised look, "hmmm. Fjord would you kindly save those beers for after-hours? It's just a part of reverse policy.", he let a little chuckle.

Releaved he wasn't in real trouble, he slumped right up. "Yes sir, I thought I'd bring some for the merriment of Bear Week?". He collected the kegs and head to the truck to store into in the air conditioning.

"Lorey, may I speak with you in private?", he turned to me.

"Yes James.", I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.

"As for y'all, prep the food, I see that we have a good amount of meat for the celebration today.", he nodded and we both headed to his office.

End of Log 11

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MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS / SPENCER REID

Request: no

tw: none i think?

you probably would've joined after him, but omg you walked in and he was like omg smash

but he was soooo quiet and lowkey highkey wanted to talk to you, but didn't know how (he did he was just hella nervous)

you thought he hated you cause he would never talk to you

"good morning reid! how are you?"

"yeah 🫠"

EVERYONE could tell spence had a little thing for you except for you

penny made it her life goal to set you two up, and she roped derek in to help aswell

well girls night happens (it was just you and penny) and penny is trying to convince you that no, spencer reid does not hate your guts

"he doesn't hate you y/n! he's just nervous"

"penny i've had more meaningful conversations with hotch than i've had overall conversations with reid" 🧍

so you did have reason to think reid hates you, but derek is working his ass off trying to get him to talk to you (and to hopefully ask you out)

"just... what if she says no? i mean we havent talked, much and she might not even want to hang out as friends..."

"didn't she buy you and JUST you a coffee the other day? and didn't she go out of her way to find out your favorite donut when she bought them?"

"yeah 😔"

he FINALLY pulls his big boy pants up after they finish up a case in new york, and they were staying an extra night cause it was like 10 pm and nobody wants to sleep on a plane.

everybody is leaving the police station and getting in their respective vehicles

you were about to get in with elle, but derek takes your place so now you're happily stuck with spencer.

your palms were sweaty and there was this awkward silence

you finally say something, to be able to (hopefully) rid of all of this tension, and to maybe? get him to not "hate" you anymore.

"sooo... this case was pretty tough huh?"

"yeah, gender really changes the profile. you could get so far with the idea of it being a man but it could end up being a woman and changing the whole thing.."

and he goes on a little rant about a case where they got the wrong profile and it messed them up completely

you were pretty quiet, so when he realizes halfway through that he's been ranting, he looks over expecting to see you ignoring it, but no, you were staring at him, and you looked... interested?

"what happened next?"

he blushed so hard and smiled to himself, continuing his little rant. most people just cut him off, it was a nice change for someone to listen and want to.

thought about that moment continuously, could not get it off his mind, was 100% smiling stupidly to himself while doing things like brushing his teeth and changing.

could not stand it anymore, he HAD to ask you out (this sudden urge of confidence was led on by the fact it was almost midnight)

knocks on your hotel door and is bouncing on his feet, he's so nervous and is now realizing it's so late so he starts to go to walk back to his room when you open the door and he's like 'shit wtf do i do this is so weird'

then he looks like you, and he's rendered speechless. like yes, he's seen you before but you're always in your professional attire, you look so domestic right now and he feels like he's going to melt.

"reid? what are you doing up? are you ok?"

poor baby feels so bad that he's made you worried but you're worried??

"um, well, i don’t know how to say this but doyouwannagooutwithmeplease”

like babe slow DOWN i cannot understand you 😭

“what” 🧍

“do you wanna go to a coffee shop with me when we get back”

spoiler alert, you said yes 🤭

the second he left you called up penny

“wtf do you want i’m sleeping”

“PENNY HE ASKED ME OUT”

“WHAT”

y’all stayed up all night going over it about 20 times (it wasn’t even a 5 minute interaction) and ended up with the same amount of sleep you would've gotten on the jet

thank god the next day is saturday. penny came over at 10 to make you get up and ready for your date at 1.

he shows up in a brown sweater, some boyfriend jeans, and some converse and u were like 🤭🤭

you're so glad penny helped you with your outfit because you guys matched a little bit

you guys order some coffee and food and just talk and hang out

he's so sweet and wants to learn so much about you and you wanna learn so much about him so it feels like an interview at first but you guys then start to flow better and suddenly you guys never want to leave

after an hour and a half you guys leave the coffee shop, but continue to just walk around and talk

he walks you to your car at around 4:30 and hugs you goodbye and you're like what 😨😨 he hates physical contact

its got both you and him all giddy

everyone in the bau on monday can tell that somethings happened because spencer isn't terrified to go near you and you guys are actually conversing

the bau is very relieved because FINALLY you guys can talk to each other and its not awkward

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hiii, i think your requets are open so i would like to request a fic after hogwarts where draco and (reader) are married and maybe have a child, and draco is a professor at hogwarts. He sees his students and maybe he wants to feel young so he fucks one of his students (of legal age) and his wife finds out :(

Betrayal.

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draco malfoy x reader | angst | JUST ANGST |

a/n : this is my first time writing angst and this is what i get for my first time?! but ok i’ll try and thank you for requesting! <3 (i’ll change the concept a lil bit)

the sudden regret washed over his body as she left his room, he doesnt even know why he kept doing this. but one thing for sure, he was addicted, she’s like a drug. the adrenaline rushed through his blood making him keep going back to her.

draco knew this was wrong in any way, his beloved wife or once he loved was waiting for him to come home, to be back in her arms, but he did this to her instead. what she doesnt knew wont hurt their marriage, right?

he sighed, cleaning his desk and going back to his work, his mind wandered to his wife, he hadnt wrote to her since last week, he was too busy. he pulls his drawer and grabs a quill and a parchment.

Dear Y/n,

Hello, my love. How was your week? I’m sorry I havent write to you, the work keeping me busy. How is our little boy? Please reply this letter as soon as you received it. I miss you and Scorpius. I’ll be home soon.

Love,

Draco.

draco gives the letter to his owl, he walked in to his private bedroom, locking it and throwing himself on the bed slowly closing his eyes. y/n, please forgive me.

he woke up and found the girl he has been sleeping with. straddling his hips and sit on top of him, naked. he shoots her a smile, pulling her for a kiss which she gladly returns.

“what are you doing here, sarah?” draco asked as his hands roaming around her body making her giggle.

“i feel lonely, professor.” sarah gives him a wink and starts to undressing him, she grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her making both of them moaning out loud.

sarah starts to bouncing up and down while draco meeting her move, thrusting upwards. they were having their moment, moans filling their room until the door of his room bursted open.

“draco?”

the forbidden couple stilled at the voice, draco quickly pushes sarah off of him and his heart dropped to his stomach as he sees who was interrupting their ungodly activities.

“y- y/n?! love please i can exp-” the door slamming shut making a loud thump, draco who was already pale quickly getting his clothes back running to get his wife hoping she hasnt left yet.

“y/n please listen to me!” draco yanked her wrist making her body turned around to face him, he was about to pull her in his arms but y/n shoved him away off of her.

“i’ll send divorce files as soon as possible” she turns back leaving him who already had tears running down his face.

“no! y/n!”

draco wake up panting heavily, sweats running through his forehead, he looked around and found no one, no sarah. he inhaled deeply as he realized he was just dreaming. the sun shines bright blinding his eyes forcing him to get up from his bed.

>>>>>

there she is, sitting with her legs open, for him. sarah shot him a wink at his flushed face making him gulped. he turns his body back to the board, focusing his attention on teaching his students, like he was supposed to.

draco was sitting on his chair, working through his assignments when suddenly he hears an impatient knock on his door.

“come in.” the door opened revealing the younger girl, her shirt unbuttoned enough to show him her cleavage, her skirt is on its usual short, she swayed her hips as she approaching her lover.

“hey, do you need something, baby?” draco asked as his eyes traveling down her body, the desires to have her right here coming back to him.

“oh nothing, i just needed my favorite professor..” sarah chuckles grabbing his hand to make him stand up, she runs her hands on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt making draco shuddered.

“not now, sarah” draco looked up to the clock at his wall, his eyes now full of lust as he sees sarah taking off her shirt showing him her breasts, she doesnt even bothered to wear a bra.

he pushed sarah against the wall, his hand and his mouth latching onto her breasts, she moaned his name making he snapped back into reality.

the dream from last night replaying inside his head.

he quickly pulled himself away from her making her confused.

“hey, whats wrong?” sarah asked as she runs her fingers through his hair bringing him closer to her catching his lips.

“i’m sorry sarah i cant do this anymore” draco tried to pull away but her hands werent letting him go.

“you’re talking nonsense, draco” sarah starts to grinding on his, getting him hard, draco moaned instantly at the friction, he couldnt thinking straight anymore.

one last time, then its over, truly over. draco thought to himself as he unbuckled his trousers letting it hit the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulling off her panties, he pushed all of his length into her, his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

draco rocked in and out of her, her body bouncing against the wall making him quickening his pace, snapping harder into her. they both were so lost in pleasure that they didnt hear the door being opened and a loud gasps coming behind them.

“draco?”. “daddy!”

their shocked voices ringing in draco’s ears as he came to a full stop, panicked showing on his face as he turned around and redressing himself.

he looks at y/n carrying their son on her hips, her hand covering his eyes. she held a look of mixed emotions in her face. draco was hoping this will not be the last time he would ever see them.

“y/n..” his voice broke as they left the room, tears streaming down y/n’s face. he runs immediately to them, pleading and begging y/n to stop her steps and listen to him, tears running down his face as he forced y/n to stop.

“please.. forgive me i promise i didnt love her, it means nothing to me, i swear..” draco dropped to his knees, holding her leg to prevent her from leaving him, he looked up to y/n who now held nothing in her face. he sobbed harder as his kid looking down at him in confusion.

“i hope it was worth it draco, thank you for all these years.” draco shakes her head crying uncontrollably as her legs kicking him off of her and in a second she and scorpius apparated.

draco gathered all of his stuff as fast as he could, telling mcgonagall that he quited. he doesnt care about sarah, he doesnt care about anything anymore at this point all he wanted was to come home hoping his wife and his child still waiting for him at the front door.

then the reality hit him in the face, he found their house empty, no sign of y/n no sign of scorpius running over the house, nothing. he dropped his body on the couch, his tears were dried, his head is dizzy, he cant help but take a look of their family picture hanging on the wall.

“fuck this!” draco smashed the picture to the ground but quickly picking it up again, he stared blankly at the picture as tears coming back to his face, his hands are shaking.

days by days passed, y/n showed no sign of coming back, draco was alone in their manor having no spirit to continued his life. he already sent his wife a letter per days to tell her and beg her to come home.

draco was sipping his tea in the kitchen when he heard rustling coming from the window, an owl approaching him and giving him envelope.

he opens the cover and he wished he didnt open it. it was a divorce paper along with a small note on top of it.

“i’ll keep you updated on scorpius.”

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

this was shitty af i’m sorry i tried but i’m too stupid for this thing 😖💔

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[cubedmango]

u know what fuck it . ive already had 3 kind of accurate predictions so im gonna throw one last very wishful thinking inspired prediction out into the world for the last ep . if the universe is kind it will make my hopes happen and if not then. i will go lie down in a ditch and cry i guess (under the cut bc wow this got a bit long)

patpran Do break up for realsies. no fakery or going back to secret dating or anything. they decide that the times just not right for them, and that if they can only have either their relationship or their familys support, they need the latter more

the scene of them telling their parents Does happen . they Do react like the shit parents they are. hate to say this but its extremely in-character for them its very real so

they announce said break up to everyone at uni. they all think theyre joking or had some fight while they were gone. maybe here patpran explain their full history to their friends (if they havent already)??? anyways none of them are happy about this

insert extremely sad snippets of them just watching each other from afar or looking at the guitar/watch/pick/shirt/earphones/god theyve shared so much shit help with painful yearning . everyone notices

the time skip is Not Real. either some kind of what-if scenario or a dream/daydream/nightmare sequence most likely thought up by pat, imagining them staying away from each other all those years. the reunion part is him yearning and hoping they can get back together one day because of Course he’d want that

irl though, perhaps like a montage of patpran having different demeanors around their family?? like them just Not acting the same as before, being less energetic, less responsive, etc, and here is when parents start to get concerned

maybe the separation reaching a breaking point, with pat or pran (or both) snapping at their parents like “i/we already broke up for your sake, what more do you want from me/us?” after a long time of just bottling up the issue and not bringing it up

somewhere, pran saving pa as kids finally being brought up?? possibly by pa herself whos now ready to talk about it???? just pa also having enough of their parents acting like little children and making her brother and the person who’s literally the reason she’s even alive rn both miserable

the friends could step in as well, tell them about just how different patpran have been recently after the break up?? would love it if wai told dissaya something about pran during boarding school and how shaken he was then because of the sudden transfer that she caused, and korn talking about how just. Mad pat used to be at everything and causing unnecessary fights. or something!! many possibilities

ming and dissaya (and the other two too) finally having that moment of realization of “Oh. We’re Actually Hurting Our Kids By Being The Way That We Are” and possibly even doing something about it? shockingly?? wow

and then something something the parents having A Lengthy Talk and deciding to either reconcile (not likely i think lol but would be sweet) or to at least be civil towards each other for their sons’ sake, coming to a truce to put their past behind them from there onwards or to at least no longer force their own views onto the boys

both parents apologizing to their kids for everything because i am a tired asian who just wants to see some fictional parents admit their fault For Once !!! if nothing else this is the one thing id want to manifest in the ep

and then ummmm. scene of them asking patpran to meet them together and (cries) telling them that theyre ok with it if theyre dating and (sobs) and that theyd support them and (wails) and

yeah and then like . real montage of how things Actually end for them w them getting back together and really going to the reunion together and graduating and . Just Being Happy!!!! they deserve it!!!!!! maybe a hint to s2 with inkpa or waikorn crumbs and thats it thats the ending thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[leviackermansbrat]

hii :) how about a little request of levi x reader where they are both in love with each other but havent really ever acted upon it much and one day the reader gets badly hurt and almost dies, while their recovering levi realizes how close he was to losing them and they finally confess their love and be together (hope this is ok!)

Unexpectedly Expected

tw: mentions of injuries, near death experiences, blood

side note: this takes place during the expedition where the female titan is captured and then escapes. So SPOILER WARNING FOR LATER ON IN SEASON 2 (I also know it's not winter during that episode but for the sake of the scenario let's pretend it is)

The air was cold. Winter within the walls was dreadful for the survey corps. Fighting for humanity was never a part time job, which meant that whatever mother nature had in store for the soldiers had to be taken in stride. No amount of sleet, hail, or snow stopped the scouts from exterminating titans and venturing outside the walls to do so.

"Have you checked your gear brat?" Levi asked with a stoic gaze as he looked cadet Y/N up and down. They beamed brightly at Levi as they nodded their head and gave him a thumbs up.

Levi rolled his eyes at Y/N's enthusiasm, but on the inside he felt his heart warm just a bit. He had always admired the cadet. Their bravery and compassion never ceasing to amaze him. Skill wise, they were almost on par with him which is why he chose them as his second in command for the Special Operations Squad, also known as Squad Levi.

It was an understatement to say that Levi was infatuated with you. He had known cadet L/N since he was first forced to join the Survey Corps. They stuck up for him when Flagon was being a jerk on the day of their arrival. Since then he found Y/N tolerable and eventually began to grow fond of them. However those small feelings that he had became even more intense after Y/N became his shoulder to cry on after Isabel and Furlan died. Since then they have depended on each other and climbed the ranks.

Despite Y/N being in the Survey Corps longer than Levi, they refused to take a higher position when Erwin asked them to become squad leader. Instead they stuck by Levi's side and became content with being his second in command.

Y/N's feelings for Levi were obvious to everyone in the Survey Corps except for Levi. Hell, even the new recruits of the 104th cadets asked if there was something between them and the stoic captain because of the obvious infatuation and pining. Not only is Y/N scared to make a move because of the obvious fear of rejection, but they also fear that they could potentially ruin things between the two of them if they were to add feelings to the equation.

"Make sure to come back alive Y/N," Levi remarked as his hands tightened on the reigns of his horse.

"Only if you do the same Levi," Y/N responded with a cheeky grin.

Once again, Levi rolled his eyes. The yell from Erwin broke him out of his thoughts as they began to ride off beyond the walls.

*skip to after the female titan was captured because I'm lazy*

"Y/N, you're in charge while I'm gone. Take care of my horse. Make sure you get the brat back to headquarters safely. And if shit goes south protect Jaeger," Levi ordered, zipping away before Y/N had the chance to respond.

"You heard the man, I'm in charge. Let's secure our horses in a safe position and get to higher ground just in case random titans come wandering into the forest before the mission is complete," Y/N ordered.

The other squadmates were obviously upset and hurt. They had no idea why they were left in the dark when the plan was to capture the female titan all along.

"I mean new recruits aside, why didn't they tell the survey corps veterans like all of you? The only people who knew were captain Levi and Y/N," Eren asked, looking around.

Y/N cringed at Eren's realization which was partly true but not completely. Y/N was against not telling the entire squad about the plan but the Commander and Levi insisted it was best to keep it under wraps.

"Are you implying that we aren't trusted by the Lance Corporal and Commander? Tell him that's not true Y/N!" Petra yelled, looking at Y/N for confirmation.

"Look, it's not that we don't trust you guys at all. However, there is a traitor in the survey corps," Y/N began to explain.

That would explain why we were kept in the dark about all of this. So you, being a survivor of the attack five years ago were informed about this since it's likely that the perpetrator infiltrated during the fall of Shiganshina?" Eld asked, looking directly at Y/N.

Y/N smiled at Eld's understanding and thought about how he would make a great squad leader. He was dependable and kind, something the survey corps needed. Y/N nodded at Eld's conclusion and a wave of relief passed through the Levi Squad. Although they were upset that they were under suspicion, they knew that it was an extremely important thing to keep under wraps.

Suddenly, a loud roar was heard and the ground began to shake. A retreat flare signal was fired soon after and the Levi Squad looked at each other with wide eyes.

Y/N's attempt at a smile turned into a grimace. They had a bad feeling about this. There was a nagging feeling that something would go wrong. Quickly shaking off the bad feeling, they ordered the squad to retreat.

Was Levi okay? Is he injured? No, he wouldn't be. He wasn't humanity's strongest for no reason. Whatever situation he found himself in, he would surely be able to figure it out and come back safely. After all, they had a deal.

Small talk about the first expeditions rang through the air, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to participate in the light hearted conversation. They knew something was wrong. A flare signal was spotted which meant that Levi was nearby. Y/N saw a hooded figure and immediately knew something was off. They were way too tall to be Levi and all of a sudden their eyes widened.

The titan shifter had most likely escaped. This was the bad feeling they were having.

"Gunther look out!" Y/N yelled but it was too late.

Gunther was hanging from a tree, his body limp and unresponsive in the blink of an eye.

"Guys! It's the female titan! Retreat back to headquarters with Eren. I'll apprehend them!" Y/N yelled to the group.

Y/N was more than capable of handling the female titan. Their speed and strength was second to Levi. It would be no problem taking the shifter down, however before Y/N could pull out their blades, a strike of lightning flashed before them and they were blown away on impact, being way too close to the female titan when she decided to shift.

Y/N flew through the air and only stopped after they hit a tree, the wind being knocked out of them and their head being hit against the tree. They felt a sting in their abdomen and looked down to where their own sword impaled them, having been caught in the crossfire after attempting to ready to battle the female titan. Somehow the blade impaled them while they were flying through the air.

Y/N tried their best to stay awake, but their vision was blurred and they were slowly losing consciousness. A tear slipped from their eye as they realized they were going to die. Y/N wasn't scared of death, but they didn't want to leave Levi alone again. To put him through the pain of losing someone else that was close to him. But Y/N couldn't fight it anymore and their eyes slowly closed, darkness engulfing them.

Levi zipped through the trees, following the explosion he had seen earlier. The female titan had slipped right through their fingertips and he was more worried than ever. Was his squad okay? Of course they were. Y/N could handle the female titan without a problem. But still, he had a lingering bad feeling.

His breath caught in his throat after seeing the mangled bodies of his squad mates. Gunther, Eld, Oulo, and Petra all dead. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed Y/N and Eren were missing. Did they make it back to headquarters? Were they safe? No. A roar erupted in the air signaling that the fight was not over.

Levi soared through the air, anger coursing through his veins for his fallen comrades. He was going to avenge them and take down the female titan.

After retrieving Eren from the female titan, Levi felt empty. There were no signs of Y/N. Almost as if they had vanished. He expected them to be near Eren and fighting the female titan, but that was not the case. Eren was not conscious so he couldn't even ask what had happened to her. Levi was left to assume the worst.

It wasn't until Levi spotted a familiar figure slumped against a tree that he abruptly stopped and told the other Ackerman to continue until they met up with the rest of the Scouts.

Levi was relieved, finally being able to spot Y/N, but that relief turned to dread after he saw the state of Y/N's body. They were slumped against the tree with a blade piercing their abdomen. Levi rushed over to them to check their pulse, cursing the universe for even thinking about taking away another person that he cared for.

He was relieved to find that Y/N's pulse was still there, although in the back of his mind he knew there was no way they could survive after losing that much blood and having other injuries.

"L-Levi," Y/N called, their voice raspy.

They slowly opened their eyes to meet Levi's steely grey ones. This was one of the only times aside from after Isabel and Furlan died where he expressed so much emotion on his face.

"Don't talk you brat, you're just going to make it worse. I'm going to take you back and get you patched up. Just hang on for me a little while longer," Levi said, preparing to carry Y/N back even though his ankle was killing him at the moment.

Y/N chuckled bitterly, blood escaping her lips as she coughed a little.

"You know I'm not going to make it back Levi. This is the end for me," Y/N said, giving Levi a sad smile.

"Stop talking like that. You're not allowed to die on me. That's an order you idiot," Levi commanded, his voice wavering.

"I'm sorry. But I'm glad I got to be by your side for this long. Loving you is something I will never regret," Y/N responded, smiling sadly at Levi.

His eyes widened as he looked down at his second in command, his best friend, the person he would give his entire heart to in a flash. Levi leaned in slowly and planted a kiss on Y/N's lips, the salty taste of their tears interfering. Levi pulled away to look at the smile on their face and found himself smiling as well.

"I love you, Y/N. That's why I'm not letting you die," Levi said, taking Y/N into his arms.

He soared through the forest carrying Y/N, looking down to find their eyes closed. He was too scared to check their pulse in fear that they might already be dead.

Just stay with me a little longer. Don't leave me behind.

*time skip*

"So you love me huh Levi?" Y/N asked, giving Levi a goofy grin.

After the expedition Levi rushed back and Y/N made it by the skin of their teeth. Hange even said it was a miracle that they lived with all of the blood loss and other injuries.

"Shut up brat. Don't make me take it back," Levi responded, rolling his eyes.

During Y/N's recovery he rarely left their side. Hange realized that he might have finally confessed his feelings and teased him endlessly.

"Aww, don't be so harsh. I love you too Levi," Y/N said, giving Levi a quick kiss on his cheek before dashing off to chat with Hange about her latest experiments.

Levi watched their retreating form and smiled slightly to himself. Yeah, he loved them. And that's something he would never regret.

Hope you enjoyed! Writing this was wild lol.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her  the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off.  the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Oxygen: Avengers x gn! reader

S.S.: Heya... its been a while. This is another fic kinda based on personal life stuff but I hope you like it still! 

--Little back story, Ive got a congenital heart defect and if I push my self too far this is kind of what happens. :)

Warnings: mentions bruises and cuts, difficulty breathing, other than that its just fluff!

Word count:1,589

Y/F/M: your favorite movie

MASTERLIST ============================

“Alright! Good job team. Another success.” Tony celebrated walking through the helipad entrance of the compound.

“We still took a heavy hit out there tho.” Clint argued massaging his newly wrapped wrist.

“But we’re still alive,” Tony said turning and walking backwards, “I’d say that kinda evens out the bad.”

Clint rolled his eyes at Tony’s slightly faulty logic before the team entered into the common area of the building. Tony immediately took a seat at the bar pouring a drink while everyone else just stood for a minute.

“Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm tired and in dire need of a shower.” you broke the silence, catching their attention.

“I second that,” Nat agreed. “And then maybe some pizza and a movie.”

Various words of approval echoed in the common room.

“Man, I was thinking about throwing a banger of a party!” Tony whined, with a sly smirk, which was returned with cold stares from each of the members. “Jeez, I was kidding.” he mumbled into his glass.

“I’m gonna go shower. I suggest you boys do the same. It's starting to smell.” Nat teased as she made her way to the elevator. Protests and grumbles came from the men standing there.

“She’s not wrong.” you whispered under your breath as you followed her into the elevator.

“I heard that!” Steve yelled out as Clint threw a throw pillow (how ironic) towards the elevator door, hitting the metal before it reached you and Nat.

After a fit of giggling at the attempt, you both leaned against the walls of the elevator, opposite sides of each other, trying your best to filter out the images of the mission running through our heads. 

“Hey, you alright?” her voice attracted your attention as you peaked open your closed eyes.

“Ya, I’m ok. I know that missions don't always end how we want but there's not much we can do.” you sent her a reassuring smile.

“I’m glad you realize that but I was asking more about how you're feeling. Your lips have a very subtle purple hue to them and you're just kinda pale.”

“Oh. I mean I don't feel completely awful. My chest kinda hurts but it's kind of a normal thing for me I guess. Maybe a little out of breath. And a headache.” as you continued to list off my symptoms it seemed more apparent, like the sudden lightheadedness, and the constricting feeling of taking in a breath.

“Do you need to go to the med bay?” She asked on full alert.

“No Nat. I'll be fine. It kinda comes with heart issues. I just need to rest.”

“You’re sure?” she looked at you sceptically, as if you would lie to a perfectly trained assassin who can pick up on any micromovement made.

“Positive.” As soon as you seemed to calm her down from her motherly attentiveness the elevator doors opened to our floor. You quickly gave her a smile and turned to my room while she turned towards hers.

As soon as you were in the safety of your room you striped your tactical gear, doing your best to keep an even breath as it began to feel like the material was constricting your body. With one last solid tug you freed yourself from the clothing leaving you only in underwear.

The reflection in the mirror wasn’t terrible… Maybe that was an understatement. Your lips did in fact have the not so lovely purple tinge to them, your skin looked almost as white as paper besides the bruises and cuts. The burning feeling in your chest and the headache just kind of added to the pain. 

You shook off the slight shock at the reflection, turning on the shower before stripping and stepping under the steaming water, washing away the grim that had apparently become one with your skin.

Despite it being relaxing, the shower did little to help the chest pain that burned through your chest, nor the continuous feeling of not having enough air in your lungs. So as soon as you stepped out of the shower and back into the room you found the little oximeter device and placed it onto your finger waiting for a number to pop up on the small screen.

‘80% oxygen level’ Well that's not good.

“Mx., should I call for a medic to assist you?” Jarvis’ voice echoed through the room causing the number representing your heart rate to spike.

“Uh- no, no it's alright Jarvis. I’m fine, thank you.” you reassured the A.I., pulling the device from your finger.

“Very well.” 

You pulled on an oversized shirt that just happened to have landed into your laundry one day and a pair of thin comfortable pants before moving to your closet.

“Man, I’m gonna regret this.” you opened the door revealing the several oxygen tanks hiding under the clothes that hung in your closet. They were there only for emergencies and no one else knew about them except Bruce, who you had sworn to secrecy which he thoroughly disagreed with.

You chose one of the half sized tanks and the shoulder bag that carried it, slinging it onto your back and adjusting the fit. You carefully wrapped the plastic cannula over your ears before taking the plastic wrench piece and opening the flow of the tank settling at a fairly quick air flow. Almost immediately you began to feel the benefits of the small amount of oxygen entering your lungs, breathing a sigh of relief.

You quickly slipped on your slippers before returning downstiar which you figured everyone had returned too by now. You followed the sound of voices and wrappers crinkling in the kitchen, walking into the group there intimately discussing the best type of popcorn. But as soon as Tony caught sight of you standing in the doorway the conversation halted.

“What's with the getup?” he motioned to you.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know whose shirt it was, it was just in my clean laundry a few days ago.” you said, avoiding the obvious object in question. You looked up to see Nat giving me a pointed look and a deadpan from Tony.

“I meant the tube, and the backpack.”

“It's my new jetpack. You like it?” you smirked childishly at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Y/N. What's with the pack?” Steve commanded, obviously over the jokes.

“Sorry. I just needed a hit of oxygen. Nothing to get your undies in a twist.” you replied quietly. “What movie are we watching?” you asked, grabbing a slice of pizza from one of the various boxes that sat on the counter.

“Why do you need oxygen? Are you ill? Do you need new lungs?” Thor questioned passing over your previous one.

“Do you need your vitals checked?” Bruce suggested.

“How about we just take you to medical and have them look over you quick.” Clint suggested before stuffing the last of his pizza crust into his face.

“Stop!” you demanded, quieting the group. “I’m just fine. I checked my own vitals. I don't need new lungs and I'm not ill. I don't need medical treatment. What I need is just a relaxing night.” you stated.

“Are you sure? It wouldn't be a bad idea to-” Steve started before you cut him off.

“I'm sure. I’ve lived with this my whole life. I know what I need to do. Obviously if the out of breath feeling and the dizziness are constant then yes I’ll let one of you know that I need medical attention. Until then I just need some oxygen and RnR. Can we do that please?” 

“Fine, for now. But if you still feel crappy after the movie you're going down to medical. No questions.” Tony compromised.

“Alright. I'll try not to faint on you guys until then.” you smiled, which immediately faded when no one laughed. “Im kidding.”

“Well, Miss Comedian, what movie are we watching?” Nat asked as she poured herself a glass of water.

“Y/F/M?” you offered, getting nods and sounds of approval. Steve's eyebrows crinked in confusion.

“What's that?”

“You’ll love it, capsicle. Covers everything from the last thousand years.” Tony smirked, grabbing a box of pizza and leaving the kitchen.

Steve glanced at you before looking at everyone else who just smiled and followed Tony. Eventually he got up and walked over to you.

“Hop on.” he said, crouching in front of you. So of course you followed orders, adjusting the tank on your back before climbing onto his.

“Man if I get service like this I should wear my oxygen tanks outside of my room more often.” you smile as he carries me to the living room.

“Wait? You’ve felt the need to wear oxygen before and you didn’t tell us?” his grip under my legs tightened a little.

“Oh wow, they already got the movie set up!” you said, trying to wiggle from his grasp.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, I have just because I know that this would've been the reaction. Im sorry. Next time I feel like this I’ll let you know.”

“Good.” with that he let you down, sitting next to you on the couch once youve settled down. You carefully maneuvered yourself so that your head laid in Steve's lap while your legs were across Thor while the movie played.

It was nice to be worried about every once in a while despite the overbearing motherly attitudes of most of the male teammates, but what can you do?

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S.S: Hope you liked it! Again I realize its kind of a case sensitive fic but I havent seen alot of fics with physically disabled characters. Thanks for reading!!

[fizzingwizard]

today fizz’s workplace drama unexpectedly reached a fever pitch

so morning meetings used to be a time where we got updates for the week, found out which kids were absent, and coordinated stuff with each other. but this year, and especially this autumn, I have started to dread them because the “updates” are always like this:

coworker A is out sick and we have no one to cover for her

here is a new assignment

and another new assignment

also because coworker A is out we will be redoing the day’s schedule and you are all losing at least 30 min of prep time

also also... here’s another new assignment

what they never do say in these meetings: we realize we’ve put way too much on your plates even for a normal day, let alone when we’re understaffed and overworked, so we’re going to give you more time for X and nix Y completely!

yeah. pretty much this is how it is every day.

soooo what happened is at todays meeting, I was actually feeling ok, been dealing with colds all autumn but am finally feeling like my normal self and had energy etc. so that’s why I’m surprised this happened today of all times, but I guess the stress has been building and building...

so, first, one of our team leads is out and we don’t know who’s gonna fill in for her, so the kids in her class might get juggled into the rest of our classes. then there’s an announcement that, for our big winter performance, teachers will also be doing a skit. each grade will make a skit and perform it before the kids performances.

everyone: ok sounds good

me: not to be a downer but who is going to watch the kids while we’re performing? we are not having help from the sister school this year so it would only be the other grade’s teachers with all 80 of our students while the performing grade’s teachers are on stage

leader: its ok we’ll figure it out

me: also when are we going to make these skits? most of us havent even completed the kids performances yet.

leader: we will discuss it at the meeting on friday

me: okay but just to point out, friday is november 19. november is almost over. the performance is less than three weeks away.

coworkers: ...

me: usually by this time of year we have a completed script and set guide, notices about costumes went out at the beginning of the month, and we’re getting ready for our first rehearsal at the performance venue. we have barely begun any of that. by the way when are we having the rehearsal?

leader: we are not having a rehearsal.

so this is when i start to lose my shit yall...

me: no rehearsal?? but how are we going to know timing - what props needs to go out, what goes in what order, who says what when, and how helpers should help the performing classes? not to mention by not even going once our kids (1-3 years old) will be completely unfamiliar with the venue. and then we’re going to add a teacher’s performance and not practice how it fits in with the kids’ performances to make sure everything goes smoothly?

coworkers: ....

me: look I might be the only one feeling this way -

coworkers: (EMPHATICALLY) no you are not the only one

me: - but this just seems unrealistic to me. in the time between now and the performance we have 5 separate event days where we cant even practice in our classes for the play. so that’s three weeks minus five days to get everything ready, and we are only getting 15-30 min of prep randomly assigned during the day. when are we practicing this teacher skit together, let alone writing it? please we are so busy and understaffed we dont need more stress we need stress taken away

leader: but we are required to have the teacher skit (lol we werent required last year, thanks covid, we also randomly weren’t required this year for the summer performance, just all of sudden now it’s essential...)

initially all i meant to say was “are we sure this is realistic?” i never meant to go off with a laundry list of obstacles. it really isn’t even about the teacher skit. that’s a minor thing - we could probably half-ass it and no one would notice.

this is about the fact that all year, management has just kept stacking more and more on our plates and taken nothing away to compensate. they are even acting like rules which didnt exist before covid DID exist and refuse to go back to the way things were even if there’s no need for the rule anymore (not because covid isn’t still a thing to worry about, but because they are NOT worrying about it, and these were bad rules that were just for show in the first place and did nothing to prevent sickness).

this is about how they have continued on like nothing is the matter even though we were already understaffed to begin with and last month one of our coworkers quit so we have been perpetually short a teacher since then. this also puts that coworker’s class under ratio. i dont know what the law is - the ratio is being managed by always having a sub in her place - which is fine - but the trouble is very often that sub is not a teacher, they are office staff. it’s not about licensing because that’s not a requirement for our level, but it is about familiarity with the routine, the kids, and uh, also kind of about caring about quality control...

the office staff are great dont get me wrong but they are not teachers. plus they have their own work to do so they often can’t stay the whole day and switch out with someone else halfway through which causes issues. like today, we had three teachers switching between three classrooms and none of them were sure where they were supposed to be, which caused a hallway traffic jam and me standing in the bathroom with 15 kids.

and this is about how we dont get the break/prep time that is in our contracts ever, and when we mention it are told “You get more than so-and-so at the other school.” and also got told in one wonderful training session “if you are having trouble completing all your assignments, that means your have poor time management skills.” LOL LOL LOL

everyone i know at this job busts their ass day in day out. for preschool wages. and we’re blamed for kids getting hurt or work not being completed, as if the real problem is we have way too much paperwork, and the building is NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN. that is my honest feeling. like. i know its japan, but its 80 kids under 4 basically in a hallway. the reason they get hurt half the time is there are too many of them in one space and they cant play without kicking each other in the head by accident. tell me what teachers are supposed to do, use a magic spell to make the room larger on the inside only???

and i am so exhausted all the time. my one coworker is a leader and leaders have been given an exceptional amount of assignments and meetings this year compared to others. i hardly see her after class time. my other coworker is part time. because she’s part time, she gets less break time, so she is always on supervision duty. they are both great coworkers but i am just left with so much of the classroom work to do on my own, and so little time to do it.

i am still not taking regular breaks. lately i go get my phone and take it with me to do prep. if im on the computer, i browse my phone while waiting for the slow ass computers to finally load fucking google, lol. that’s my break: five minutes waiting for the school computers to warm up.

so anyway. while i was giving this impromptu speech my voice started to shake. i was like holy hell what am i getting so emotional for?? and i had to apologize “sorry i didnt mean to get emotional” because that was not at all my intention. im only glad i didnt cry (tho i have come very close to crying at least three times this year).

but at one point i was just going “this is too much, we’re all saying were fine but it’s not fine, it’s too much” and that is pretty dramatic

like it’s hard to remember how dramatic i was, because i felt weirdly fine while it was going on. my voice was shaking but inside i wasn’t feeling anything but just kinda blah. it was weird. so i actually went around the day normally and forgot about the morning until after the kids went to nap and other coworkers came and talked to me about the morning meeting.

coworker a: im glad you spoke up, someone needed to

coworker b: i get it. i never say anything because i figure no one will listen

coworker c (my co-teacher): im so sorry that you’ve had to do so much lately. we are hiring a new teacher so hopefully that will help get things back to normal.

which, that will def be nice, to have another permanent teacher. but first she has to be trained so she won’t be on board officially till jan at the earliest. and then she’ll still be a newbie. and regardless. even with a full staff, my opinion is we have too much too do. so. there’s that.

at least im encouraged that my coworkers didnt seem put off by what i said and seem to support me. im mildly embarrassed but not as much as i think i would have been just because this has been simmering for so long and i just feel like i dont care what management has to say, im just right, this is too much and something has got to give. always a dangerous way to feel which is why i never complained before but i guess that whole “sudden teacher skit addition/ no dress rehearsal” bit just surprised it out of me.

i could go on and on and on but i already have lots of times on this blog.

i will say my co-teacher was noticeably nicer than usual to me today - not that she isn’t normally nice, she is great, but she was paying more attention to me and whether i needed help with things. the communication in my class between teachers imo has taken a bit of downward curve this autumn. we all get along and work together well, but it’s another price of how insanely busy we’ve been, we just dont have the energy to talk to each other on top of dealing with the kids’ behavior. we dont even see each other outside of class time because of those schedule differences.

and that connects with what for me is the bottom line: i like it when i have good communication with my coworkers. i like it when my kids can enjoy the crafts and activities we do and not rush through them. i like when i can take a child having a behavior issue aside and calmly work it out with them, and not make them have to wait until i’m not covered in poo or something before i can address it. that is a good classroom which can do those things. right now we manage it some of the time, because we really do love these kids, but not all of the time. despite our best efforts.

i was this close to applying for a new job last week. have thought about it often this year but always im like “what if im unreasonable. what if nowhere else is any better.” because overall i like so many things about my current job. i absolutely would not want to leave if just a few things were different.

but those things are not going to change and at this point i am really feeling like its time to move on.

my school considers itself high quality but i do not feel like we are quality right now. and all it would take to get things at least reasonably back to normal would be loosening the reins just a little - canceling one of the minor events, for instance, or decreasing the number of extracurriculars, or taking on fewer students... preferably only as many as can comfortably all be in the tiny school building at once.

but these things are not going to happen because apparently “doing everything by the book even at the expense of kids and teachers well being” is of paramount importance. also parents pay for those extracurriculars, cant get rid of those! and more students means more tuition and we need their money as long as we’re still in ratio!

lol lol lol.

ps i think ratios should be adjusted based on the size of the school. 1:6 in a large classroom is not the same as 1:6 in a cardboard box. but maybe im just batshit.

[mysticmeadowscamp]

If I had a soul I would be willing to sell it for more Logan hcs. (you mentioned that asks are slower so I thought it wouldn't be a bad time to ask) Hope you have a good morning/day/night time zones are weird

Ok so i dont have any hcs but i do have a lil scenario between him and Patton i was JUST thinking about

Since Patton and Lo live close to each other, Patton is constantly going to Logan's place

And its always super sudden most of the time Patton just texts him "hey im outside open up"

And Logan immediately answers cause hes the type of guy to have different ringtones for each of his friends so he knows its Patton and goes to open the door right away

But this time Logan doesnt even sees Pat's texts

So Patton stays outside for like 15 minutes still texting Logan in hopes the spam of messages will make him check his phone

He groans especially cause he knows Logan is home. He didnt have a shift at work today

And even if something last minute had happen like idk Roman asked him to hang out Logan would STILL check his phone

And Patton is not going back to his home his dad is there ew

And after some other 5 minutes of him tapping his foot in annoyance he goes fuck it and enters through the kitchen's window

"You spend the whole day on your phone why not now? Ive been out for like an hour " He yells. No response

"Logan???" Nothing

He goes up the stairs and hears music blasting from Logan's room. Ah. Maybe thats why

"If youre dancing like an idiot im not gonna have mercy this time and im gonna record you!"

Once Patton gets there Logan is nowhere to be seen.

His phone is charging and the music is BLASTING from Logan's tv and its so loud Patton had to turn it down a little

"Okay NOW im getting worried" Pattom says to himself as he leaves the room and starts going down the hallways checking every room looking for his friend

"Logan???" He calls one last time

Then Logan's head pops down FROM THE CEILING and it took Patton a solid second to realize he was in the attic

"JOHNATHAN!" Logan calls very enthusiastically yet nearly giving Patton a heart attack

"What are you doing up there?"

"Im checking out my dad's stuff! Theres TONS of instruments here! Come up, check it out!!!"

As Patton goes uo the stairs to the attic Logan starts explaining "I was rather tired of playing just my guitar and i thought that maybe my dad had some instrument saved up in here i could try. He used to be a musician, you know? So i gave it a shot and came up here and theres so many of them! And theyre all in perfect state! Im taking the bass, the electric guitar, the keyboard, and i found a kalimba, i left it somewhere...im taking them all to my room to learn how to play them"

"I think youre getting just a tad obsessed with music, Lo" Patton mentions with a teasing smile

"I cant help it!" Logan replies with a smile as well "Its so fun, and interesting, and fascinating...I...I havent picked up a book in a good while now, I just cant get music out of my head" and for some reason Lo sounds a little embarrassed about it

"Well thats great. Youre our music guy now." Pat smiles "Still a nerd, though. Our music nerd"

And then Patton starts checking out the things in the attic as well, and just like Logan said, theres indeed TONS of instruments there, all in perfect condition"

"How about you learn how to play the banjo? thatd be pretty cool" Pat jokes at one point. And he chuckles when Logan says "oh DEFINITELY. Just let me get the hang of the bass and electric guitar first and i'll get my hands on that banjo". Especially because he sounded genuinely serious

After a while, Patton finds a big case

"Whats that big one?" He asks

"Oh? Oh. Thats my dad's drum kit"

"And you dont wanna try it out?" He asks, getiing closer to it

"I dont think i have enough coordination to play it. That and i think its too loud, at least for me" Logan shrugs

"I could use some loudness back at my house, if im honest"

"Do you wanna keep it?" Logan asks

"What?"

"The drum kit. You could take it home and learn how to play it" he replies "You definitely have the coordination, and, i dont know, since hitting things helps you let some anger out, this could help. You could, like, pretend its your dad's face or something"

"That sounds very tempting" Patton replies, and both him and Logan chuckle a little bit

"No, but seriously, i mean it"

"Logan, no. Its your dad's"

"He gave up on these instruments a while ago. He only plays piano and my guitar if he feels like it. Im sure hes okay with it!"

"Even so, if my dad sees this on my room he will get rid of it the moment i leave my room!"

"Then we can just keep it here and you can come to practice whenever you want!"

Patton just gives him an unconvincing glare

"Come onnn... lets be music buddies, Pat!"

And after a while of Patton eyeing the drum set, he sighs. It does sounds very tempting

"Okay. But ask your dad if hes okay with it"

"YES!"

[bladekindeyewear]

HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-12-25

I’m not going to spend time BLOGGING an upd8 on Christmas morning!

...yes I am who the fuck am I kidding.  (Bonus stuff and Hiveswap are still well on hold though.)

So are we gonna follow up on the main ship?  Probably not, right, with that perfect Karkat point to cut away, right?  We’re just going to leave Roxy’s question hanging, as well as makeouts etiquette, and leave while having seen a COUPLE FRAMES of non-possessed canon Jade with only whatever fun fanart was inspired across the internet by the moment to tide us over????

Yeah, probably.

Ugh, more Dirk.  I guess it’s overdue.  :(

> CHAPTER 16. Welcome to my Secret Lair

Oh huh, I guess not?  So... Jane’s, or Rose and Kanaya’s?

Karkat stays for longer than John thought he would. They talk a bit, but mostly they are quiet. Eventually, Karkat gets called away on yet more important war business, leaving John with one final touch on the shoulder. John leans into it in response, though he’s a bit ashamed of chasing down a sliver of physical affection so soon after obliterating Karkat’s evening like he had.

Pretty much, yeah.  Can’t blame either of them.

When Karkat is finally gone, John still doesn’t move. It isn’t as though he has nowhere else to go, since there are quite a few places he might attempt to make himself useful, for better or for worse.

You’re still abandoning the task that was explicitly yours to protect your literal kid and his friends, but, oh well.  Low-point.  Dave dead, house dead, broke news, I get it.

He just doesn’t feel ready for that yet. The remnants of his house are still smoldering, and he can’t stop staring at them. It would make sense, he thinks, to want to root around through the rubble for anything that’s still intact; some half-charred keepsake to claim as the last thing left that’s still his. But he doesn’t want to do it, and he doesn’t want to think about it. And he still can’t move.

Can’t move.  No Breath huh?  What’s going to get him to, then?

> (==>)

Oh boy, that might help.  XD  She’s pretty good at that.

> (==>)

Still with the waistline gap.  And was his phone always yellow like his God-Tier shoes?

ROXY: hey john can u do me a quick solid ROXY: actly idk how quick itll be but its definitely solid ROXY: harry anderson says i just missed u being here but could u skip back on over?

Nice, huh!  No judgment, just a hey-any-chance-you-could-swing-back.  He sort of needs to be needed right now, in a simple, almost everyday non-judgmental way I guess.  (That’s what he NEEDED anyway-- whether he deserved it though is up for debate.)

ROXY: i need help w/smth and yr darling boy is holed up in his room working on some fuckin craft project or other and cant be bothered

YES SEW JOHN A BETTER FITTING FUCKING OUTFIT

ROXY: and now that me and u are freshly on speakin terms again i might as well take advantage of that olive branch and put u to work ROXY: assumin you havent died in an air raid, that is ROXY: which id also be interested in knowin about so if u wld be so kind as to reply instead of leavin me hangin

Heheheh.  Gosh Roxy is always the best.

JOHN: yea yea sorry im here. JOHN: i just had a hard time getting my phone out of these fucking tiny pants.

Hah.

JOHN: and also my house is bombed out so i'm kinda grappling with that. JOHN: but i honestly am not sure how much longer i need to sit around staring at it. trying to align my memories of my youth with whatever is happening right now so JOHN: short version is no i’m not dead, and yeah i can come back over there and help you out. ROXY: oh sweet yr alive and down to do manual labor its a win/win JOHN: see you soon.

Yep!  Pulled away from all the metaphorical, ultra-meaningful bullshit, back to some brass tacks with some easy humor.  Definitely something Roxy can do well.~

> (==>)

EXCUSE ME.  What is that outfit and pose.  Did you--

ROXY: sup ROXY: follow me ROXY: well were just going to my room so i guess technically u know the way JOHN: haha ok.

Did you invite him over for the manual labor of banging you while your son is sewing in the other room

Or maybe the labor is making him a new sibling.  JFC

Is this plan part of why we got the sudden content warning that was mocked or was that mainly for Hiveswap 

John follows, trying to shake the ominous feeling he got from what she’d just said. He’d been in and out of this house a lot in the past few days. Why should this be any different?

I DUNNO JOHN DOES THIS SEEM DIFFERENT TO YOU

> (==>)

Yea this seems like a fucc room.

JOHN: it’s not like i could forget! ROXY: ya i guess u only really saw the living room when you were here the other day but i have changed some stuff up ROXY: done a lil redecoratin here n there

So it’s MORE of a fucc room than previously >__>”

ROXY: may have to do a smidge more if my old bff decides im next on the list for bombing out ROXY: but so far so good

Ah geez.

ROXY: just a coupla exploded cars in the yard from some shenanigans our dear son and his friends were in but u kno it is what it is!!!

Well, that’ll buff out easy.

ROXY: can i get u anything? ROXY: just made some coffee JOHN: no, uh, i’m good.

Of course she has a fancy handled winecoffeeglass  (and the handle does look ridiculous but it’d be too hot to hold otherwise)

Roxy shrugs and swirls her own coffee around in her novelty mug. John looks around. A lot about the room is the same. The family photos, the rug. There’s a lot more cat stuff in there now, though. The bed is new. John feels like he’s about to take a test he hasn’t studied for. He makes himself focus on what she’s saying.

That would be the feeling.

> (==>)

MY GOD.  Roxy is so fucking good at this holy shit

She KNOWS she’s making him squirm and she loves it

JOHN: so uh anyway. JOHN: what was this favor? ROXY: yo why dont u just come rest yr tush for a bit ROXY: take a lil relax next 2 me here JOHN: haha uh. JOHN: roxy i uh. JOHN: im flattered, but i don’t know if that’s really the right step right now. JOHN: don’t get me wrong, everything seems so fucked up right now that when i try to think about what might actually BE the right step, it feels like a huge cartoon question mark might physically manifest over my head. JOHN: but I’m not sure if um rekindling our physical relationship is really the best--

So is Roxy trolling him, about to reveal she wasn’t thinking of sex and was just making things seem sultry?  Or just had “lol jk” as an option-select, maybe.

> (==>)

ROXY: r u kiddin me rn egbert JOHN: i’m not? unless you were, in which case yeah lets say i was also kidding. JOHN: oh my god, i’m sorry, i don’t know why this making me freak out.

OH NOOO NOT THE DISDAAAAIN - CRITICAL HIT D:

ROXY: i remember our past boot knockin with fondness but that is a situation im not interested in revisiting

boot knockin XD

ROXY: look john ROXY: i was trying to be polite about it ROXY: offering u sustenance n rest n all ROXY: but you look like shit ROXY: i just wanted to catch up on the whole heinous war situation were in and maybe check in on e/o before leaping strait to the real n actual nonsexual manual labor favor i have in mind for u JOHN: oh.

Hey, she can’t help looking sexy she’s too good at it.

Is the manual labor moving the crashed cars?  Can’t Roxy pull that off on her own, or... banish the cars to the void or something?  (Oh, but WOULD she want to do it on her own when she can rope in John and bring him down to earth by giving him a useful task?  And admittedly his strength and wallet would make things easier.)

John feels his shoulders unbunch. Of course. Yeah. He’s almost embarrassed by how relieved he feels. So what if his ex wife wanted to hook up? Shouldn’t that be a situation he could navigate? Don’t people like to find solace in human physical connection during dire times? Why did the idea of it make his mind white out in panic more than, say, any number of the traumas he just experienced?

Probably some gender stuff mixed up in there too, June.

He doesn’t know, but he believes Roxy that he must look pretty haggard. He probably feels haggard? Maybe sitting down will feel better.

Just put your feet up yeah

> (==>)

WHAT A CUTE IMAGE

JOHN: sorry. like i said, my "how to react to stuff" meter is completely fucked right now. ROXY: thats fair bud

she’s used to being patient with you don’t worry otherwise you never would’ve gotten this far

ROXY: real fast i do need to do a quick takeback of all that shit i said last time we talked about janey not being literally the most evil person we knew or whatever ROXY: i guess i was hopped up on arguin or somethin since that was before we hit our conversational vibe bc of course u were right and i shoulda listened

Ouch.  Yeah, we saw just lately just how far off the deep end she was.  (Where was that funny upd8 reaction art summarizing the bit where Kanaya was holding Tavros hostage and Jane was transparently debating “hmm do I let my son die?” and Kanaya and Tavros were just looking at each-other flat-mouthed nervous?  I REALLY wanted to share that but I don’t usually want to reblog or put most stuff HS^2 not under a read-more, for spoiler purposes, usually.)

ROXY: im just glad ur ok ROXY: or like alive JOHN: yeah, jury's still out on "ok" but, you know. ROXY: ya ROXY: u said ur house is gone?? JOHN: yep. JOHN: completely. ROXY: jeez ROXY: i would ask how ur feelin but like the answer 2 that has got 2b "prtty bad"

Talk it ouuuut~~  get those feels out there and articulated john

JOHN: yeah. JOHN: i mean. JOHN: no? JOHN: it’s weird. JOHN: it feels like it should be a bigger deal, I guess? JOHN: like it’s my HOUSE. JOHN: but mostly it always felt like my dad’s house? JOHN: and when i started living there after i moved out of here, it was like i crammed myself back into whatever was left of my kid self? JOHN: and it didn’t feel good, but it at least was familiar, you know? JOHN: like living there let me feel closer to my dad, trying to be like the way i remember him, or like how i remember him wanting me to be, or something? JOHN: and i didn’t realize how much i hated doing that until i saw it all go up in flames. JOHN: so i guess i could have used my powers to stop the fire and save whatever was left of the place, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. JOHN: like some fucked up part of me was glad i got there too late? JOHN: so i just sat there, watching, trying to figure out why watching my house burn down felt like i was being released from prison. JOHN: and even now i keep trying to explain it away, as though it’s because of how fucked up everything else is that it made me feel good. JOHN: but that’s just bullshit. JOHN: it DID feel good. JOHN: i DO feel free. JOHN: sorry.

I was kind of saying some Breath/Blood stuff at the time of him losing his last tie to his stubborn sticking-to-his-kid-self bit?  Except now we’re mixing it in with June Egbert and his gender-identity questions too.

ROXY: no need 2 apologize ROXY: we just delved in2 my whole gender thing last time so it seems fine for u to have a turn JOHN: i didn’t say it was a gender thing.

Oh shit

ROXY: well no i just meant like i did some sharing ROXY: like referrin 2 the topic i brought up when we chatted last ROXY: but like now that u mention it ROXY: *meaningful pause* JOHN: … JOHN: i JOHN: ROXY: lol well we can move on 2 the favor part if youd rather ROXY: stick a lil pin in that topic n come back 2 it when u have had sleep

Are you just INCREDIBLY incisive Roxy or have you and John talked about this before?

ROXY: like i said the other day its not like this shits figureoutable in 1 sitting anyways JOHN: yeah... ROXY: sooooooo ROXY: movin on

It’s just fine for Roxy to slow-roll this yeah, if she’s going to pry open that door a little

ROXY: dont be mad but theres a part of the house u didnt know abt the whole time u lived here JOHN: what? ROXY: yea ROXY: i got a secret lair ROXY: for my sciences

OH FUCK YES SCIENCE LAB, of COURSE Roxy would want a cool science lab basement because she always wants a cool science lab basement

ROXY: and i get to it via a transportalizer underneath our bed ROXY: which is 2 heavy 2 move by my lonesome so i just needed to borrow some o your aforementioned powers of wind

Okay no.  Wait.  What the fuck?

First of all, as funny and MSPaintAdventures-y as furniture being in the way of things is, why would you block it with a bed too heavy to move, but,

Second of all, more importantly, how is a GOD-TIER ROXY not strong enough to lift a heavy bed?!?!?!?  Either she’s lying to get John involved in things or this is a gendered cop-out because these characters are superheroes at the TOP of their echeladders, given obnoxiously powerful video-game strength and athletics only to then have ascended into DEITIES.  God-Tier Roxy could probably have lifted a bed like that when she was SEVENTEEN!  And now she’s an ADULT, out-of-shape or otherwise!  If this were a whole CAR I might be willing to handwave it, but just a heavy BED?!?  And none of the GUYS are going to have this much trouble lifting a bed like this, are they??  This just feels like following classic cartoony gender tropes in the complete absence of these characters’ super powers, what the fuck, and also Roxy if you didn’t make it Transportalizer-only access you could have given it an entrance you could phase through with your fancy powers to get to.  FUCK.

This feels stupid.

ROXY: so if u dont mind woosh away JOHN: uh ok, well... JOHN: a secret science lair, sure, i can deal with that. JOHN: why not! JOHN: it doesn’t work out great when i do the windy thing indoors, though. ROXY: aight then no wind bending just use your mangrit

Roxy flexes, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a familiar grin. John feels his guts, so recently calmed, twist up into knots again. Her eyebrows shoot up and the smile loosens. He must have shown something on his face.

You’re already THIS sensitive about gendertalk?

ROXY: ok or just like push when i push ROXY: we both got sick muscles ROXY: no other adjectives necessary JOHN: yeah ok. ROXY: on 3?

Please, please reinforce the idea that they both have sick strength, because they fucking do and the idea that Roxy actually a hundred percent NEEDED John to do this is BS.

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JOHN: holy shit? ROXY: sorry to lop yet another huge scoop onto ur lil brains ice cream revelation sundae JOHN: so wait, if this thing's always been under the bed, how’d you get down here before without me? ROXY: well thats neither here nor there john JOHN: i mean it is kinda. Here. ROXY: fine ok checkmate ROXY: i dont ACTUALLY need ur nerdgrit for this escapade ROXY: like im sorry but i said it ROXY: i mostly just wanted to see you and show u wats down here

THANK FUCKING CHRIST.

If that wasn’t actually just a lie to get him involved I was going to stay SO mad.  Of COURSE Roxy can move a fucking BED no matter how heavy it is.  OF COURSE.

ROXY: and also uve been ~sent for~ JOHN: ok but like ROXY: john i am inviting u 2 my inner sanctum ROXY: i am literally bringing out the word "sanctum" in case u werent already clued in 2 how cool this is ROXY: so do u wanna go into my secret lair or wat JOHN: yeah!? JOHN: yes? i guess? ROXY: aight good

Yes John of course you want to stop fighting it

ROXY: then as they told me in the hospital before lil h a was born ROXY: just push

eyeroll, but yeah, of course

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Oh cool, sprite form version of her loungewear.

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Sorry for my compulsion to post every full-frame image of Roxy in this awesome outfi-WERE YOU KEEPING CALLIOPE UNDER YOUR BED THIS WHOLE TIME?!?????

That’s like... almost a fucking metaphor isn’t it????  For the relationship you preferred in the other timeline and possibly THIS one TOO or

ROXY: hey callieee i got him ROXY: o damn john sorry i shoulda also told u callies here weve been hangin out again ROXY: 1 more freak for ur bean

Oh huh, so this isn’t an always thing.  And these two can get close in more than one timeline where it would’ve worked out nicely.  :)

JOHN: oh it's ok, my bean feels pretty well adjusted to freakage at this point so keep them coming if you like! ROXY: k cool i will JOHN: do i get to know what that big thing under the sheet is? ROXY: hmmmmmm no JOHN: oh ok. JOHN: are you sure? i mean, it seems like a pretty prominent feature of the room. JOHN: space. JOHN: wherever we are. ROXY: and a totally mysterious n COMPLETELY inconspicuous feature it will have to remain for now ROXY: we r kinda in a hurry here fyi ROXY: and by that i mean ROXY: we are in precisely the amount of hurry that means im excused from having to a that specific q rn JOHN: right, sorry. JOHN: i will pay no attention to the object behind the curtain. ROXY: u catch on fast egbert ROXY: anyway theres more cool info coming so just follow me

I don’t have any big theories.  Is it just the Hiveswap device or something?  If Calliope helped with it it’d help explain the Cherubic theme.

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JOHN: so... this is all downstairs? JOHN: it seems like you had a lot of work done. ROXY: well no not x actly ROXY: were in the old meteor JOHN: under the house??? ROXY: ok so ROXY: in hindsight it may have been a bit misleading 2 say like ROXY: "downstairs" ROXY: in reference to a place which is hells of buried underground and may not actually be literally under the house ROXY: but there is no time to explain all that rn john so instead im going to refer u to my adorable little green friend here CALLIOPE: #U_U# ROXY: (hehe) CALLIOPE: *AHEM* CALLIOPE: hi john! CALLIOPE: long time no see. ^u^

Cherubs just really like dark cavelike places full of weird tech don’t they.

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THEY’RE SO CUTE

JOHN: oh, uh. hey callie! JOHN: it sure has been a while huh. JOHN: now that i think about it, the last time the three of us hung out like this... CALLIOPE: was when i was aggressively third wheeling yoUr prenUptial coUrtship? CALLIOPE: if yoU dont mind, john, i'd rather not rehash that period of oUr lives. CALLIOPE: it was more than a little painfUl for me. JOHN: oh. JOHN: god, jeez, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-- CALLIOPE: hee hee john i am only pUlling yoUr leg, don't worry. CALLIOPE: if anything i was personally a little thrilled with how things shook oUt in that respect. CALLIOPE: imagine, if yoU will, a yoUng cherUb raised in solitUde, whose only solace was the convolUted and tUmUltUoUs romantic schemata she projected onto her only friends from another Universe. CALLIOPE: and then fUrther imagine that this yoUng cherUb, throUgh varioUs even *more* convolUted contrivances, ended Up in the company of those selfsafe friends as an eqUal participant in their sphere of social discoUrse! CALLIOPE: it is a joy the like of which yoU possibly cannot fathom. u_u

Reinforcing that things turning out this way was in fact the FANTASY that Calliope was writing over in the Canon timeline.  Just, heavily, HEAVILY implied that the Candy timeline is -- or at least originated as -- Calliope’s fanfiction as a Muse of Space, and its competition for audience interest with canon is the essential conflict between alt!Calliope and Dirk (or Dirk and Andrew Hussie).

CALLIOPE: so to pUt it simply, getting to experience sUch emotional drama myself was an impossibly enriching experience. CALLIOPE: possibly a first for my species! CALLIOPE: it's actUally qUite interesting, if yoU ROXY: *nudge* CALLIOPE: oh, right. yes. i'm getting a little carried away, haha. CALLIOPE: argh, i'm sorry, this is not how i planned to begin this vital conversation.

Vital conversation?  What sorta truth-bombs are coming?

CALLIOPE: but to sUmmarise, what i was trying to say is: CALLIOPE: don't beat yourself Up aboUt it john. CALLIOPE: besides, hUman divorces are even more fascinating than i had ever imagined, and being able to witness yoUrs in motion was an honoUr. CALLIOPE: so i consider Us aboUt even at this point. JOHN: hahaha!!! JOHN: okay, well that's good to know! CALLIOPE: ^u^

Holy SHIT that was savage!  And we’ll NEVER know whether or not she really intended it so savagely, either.~

JOHN: so um... JOHN: i hear that there's this big secret thing you wanna tell me about? CALLIOPE: oh right, yes of course! CALLIOPE: let me jUst say first of all how thrilled i am that yoU're on board. CALLIOPE: i wasn't sUre if yoUr natUral inclinations woUld have preclUded yoUr coming to such a place as this, and yet here yoU are. CALLIOPE: this whole endeavoUr will be *so* mUch easier with yoUr help.

Uh oh.

Hopefully babies aren’t involved.

JOHN: oh! well, shucks. JOHN: not really sure what that means but i'm just glad to be of use somewhere, haha. JOHN: which, speaking of somewhere, CALLIOPE: ah right, right. yoU're probably a little cUrioUs as to where the dickens we are. CALLIOPE: how much do yoU know aboUt black holes? JOHN: um... like, the big space things? CALLIOPE: they aren't always big actUally, and in fact their relative smallness is practically their defining qUality. JOHN: oh. CALLIOPE: bUt okay i think we are on the same page. CALLIOPE: so, what if i told yoU that we are inside of a black hole right now.

Oh dear, we’re getting into the canon/noncanon divide?

JOHN: um... JOHN: like, HERE? JOHN: we just transportalized into a black hole? CALLIOPE: no, i mean, what if oUr whole WORLD was inside a black hole. JOHN: ok.

Yeah, that’s gonna be John’s reaction.  “ok.”  Pretty much inevitable.

CALLIOPE: earth c, or at least oUr version of it, has, from the moment we crossed the victory threshold, been inside a black hole. JOHN: ok. CALLIOPE: and not just any black hole, bUt the very black hole in which the green sUn Ultimately met its demise, allowing oUr victory in the first instance! JOHN: huh! ROXY: ("huh!") ROXY: (rofl my fucking ao egbert) JOHN: (shhhh!)

And Roxy enjoys his non-reaction reactions as much as we do, hehe.

CALLIOPE: bUt, paradoxically, the critical moment which determined its capture within the black hole happened *after* that point. CALLIOPE: i refer of coUrse to yoUr decision not to retUrn to the mediUm and fight my brother. JOHN: wait, wait. JOHN: you mean, the meat and candy thing? JOHN: oh my god. JOHN: you mean i actually DID make a mistake that day. CALLIOPE: well, that's not exactly what that-- JOHN: ugh, i fucking KNEW it! JOHN: i'm so sorry. JOHN: i'm so sorry that i put the earth inside a black hole everyone. ): ROXY: john ROXY: listen ROXY: u have got to get out of this mindset i am begging you JOHN: ):

Yeah shake him out of this shit.

ROXY: your choice literally didnt matter ROXY: the whole thing was symbolic in the first place ROXY: literally symbolic in the case of the picnic i mean come on ROXY: it was just some steak and a plate of candy suckers JOHN: oh. CALLIOPE: i mean, i wouldn't go so far as to say that the meal we shared was unimportant, given the sacred significance of the two options i presented. CALLIOPE: but yes, yoUr choice of snack was infinitely less important than the choice which it presaged. CALLIOPE: and even then, calling it a choice woUld be sorely misleading. CALLIOPE: think of it like a coin flip. CALLIOPE: the series of events that led to Us being trapped beyond the event horizon of an Ubermassive black hole could be considered "tails", while the events which would have occUrred otherwise could be considered "heads". CALLIOPE: since both were possible, and paradox space is the way it is, they actUally both happened. and we jUst "happened" (hee hee) to get tails instead of heads. JOHN: you mean we ended up with the bad possibility. CALLIOPE: not at all! since both possibilities depend on one another's existence, it really doesn't make sense to call them "right" or "wrong". they both just "are". JOHN: o...kay... CALLIOPE: u_u

Yeah, it’s going to take a bit more than that to convince him he didn’t make the “wrong decision”.

CALLIOPE: i realise that this may be a lot to process. CALLIOPE: it's easy to forget that this wasn't obvioUs to everyone from the beginning. CALLIOPE: anyway, the reason i went on this tangent in the first place was to explain that the space we are standing in right now has a special significance, in that it is the location which corresponds to the black hole's singUlarity. JOHN: oh, wow. JOHN: um. JOHN: ok so, sorry if this is a dumb question to ask suddenly, but what does being inside of a black hole actually... mean for us? JOHN: is that bad? JOHN: is it like in movie, um, JOHN: shoot. JOHN: roxy what was that matthew mcconaughey movie from your earth that we watched? ROXY: u mean interstellar JOHN: RIGHT. JOHN: the one with the organ. JOHN: man. i cried at that movie so much. ROXY: lol u can say that again ROXY: iirc at least part of y u got so weepy was the fact that u couldnt believe a version of earth existed where ppl got 2 watch more mcconaughey films than you JOHN: listen. JOHN: i simply don't think you all appreciated the gift you were given. CALLIOPE: i don't believe i'm familiar with this particular film ^u^;; ROXY: oh dont worry cal you didnt miss much JOHN: (gasp)

This is all gold

ROXY: but the important point is that no its not really an interstellar type situation here egbert ROXY: ur not gonna enter a weird time vortex and change the trajectory of a little girls life with the power of love JOHN: aw.

Dammit, now we have to be on the lookout for that possibility.  Or it did sort of already happen more than once to John.  ...Whatever.

CALLIOPE: to go back to your original question, john. CALLIOPE: it's not strictly speaking "bad" for Us to be inside of a black hole, mUch thoUgh that contradicts most of what anyone knows about them. CALLIOPE: of coUrse, if we had fallen into it, that woUld be a whole other kettle of fish. CALLIOPE: the tidal forces woUld have stretched Us all into spaghetti and then ripped us apart! CALLIOPE: bUt the natUre of oUr arrival was more akin to simply "being" here, sUddenly. one moment we were not, and the next moment we were, and somehow always had been. CALLIOPE: in everyday, practical terms, being inside of a black hole has very little bearing on Us. CALLIOPE: i mean, the natUre of space and time is a little finicky in here, bUt for the most part it doesn't seem to be anything too oUt of the ordinary. CALLIOPE: bUt beyond that, it means that we are sealed away from the rest of existence. CALLIOPE: oUr sphere of inflUence is limited to the sphere of the black hole's bounding horizon. CALLIOPE: as far as everyone else is concerned, we might as well not even exist! JOHN: is there no way we could let anyone know that we're in here...? CALLIOPE: almost certainly not!

No?  So this doesn’t have to do with the divide?

CALLIOPE: there are very few ways for anything to escape the kind of predicament that we are in right now. one of them is to be an all-powerfUl being with control over the very fabric of space, with the energy of two Universes at yoUr disposal. CALLIOPE: in which case, escape woUld become rather trivial, if a little Unscientific. JOHN: ok. i am going to assume that we can't just do that. CALLIOPE: yoU've hit the nail on the head, UnfortUnately. U_U CALLIOPE: the method i described was the one employed by my alternate self, who yoU may recall crashed through the event horizon in the body that once belonged to jade harley. CALLIOPE: she departed through a pUnctUre she created in the black hole's surface shortly after consUming my brother, a deed which provided her with the necessary "oomph", and which was frankly rather breathtaking to watch. =u= CALLIOPE: bUt Upon her departUre, the rift closed for good. as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.

What the heck?  Calliope SAW all this?  Is this her Muse powers at work, letting her observe these things, or was she there?  And John certainly did NOT see ANY of what Calliope just said happen.

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

So we’re going to find that out if we haven’t already.  Maybe something to do with the way Vrissy just conks out narcoleptically?

JOHN: ...right. JOHN: so... let me just get this straight. JOHN: knowing that we're inside of a black hole... does that actually change anything? JOHN: like, can't we just go on living like normal? CALLIOPE: oh absolUtely not. CALLIOPE: i don't know if yoU've noticed john bUt this world is on the brink of a total cataclysm. JOHN: oh.

Um, what?

CALLIOPE: oUr exclUsion from the overarching coUrse of events which governs all reality means that oUr existence here is liable to dramatic and violent Upheaval. CALLIOPE: to pUt it another way, becaUse nothing in here "matters", we are likely to be sUbjected to things which are a bit bats in the belfry, for no reason other than it's totally insignificant to the wider canon of reality. CALLIOPE: and mUch thoUgh i am personally titillated by some of the conseqUences of this predicament, it is a degrading way for Us to live. u_u JOHN: that's... certainly one way to put it, yeah...

No plot-armor for your entire timeline, I guess, yep.  Outside of canon, we can imagine and write about ANYTHING happening to the characters, or just drop their existence entirely, much like a doomed offshoot timeline.  It’s a plot stability that depended heavily on the threat of Lord English and being trapped in a story, and without it things are bound to see a BIT chaotic (or “degrading” if you view it as subjected to the whims of fanfic writers, certainly).

CALLIOPE: at first, i believed that this was simply necessary. Us playing tails to oUr coUnterparts' heads, the black to their white, and so forth. CALLIOPE: bUt over the years i have come to the conclUsion that this is simply not kosher. ROXY: its total bs is what it is CALLIOPE: right, yes. CALLIOPE: a steaming pile of bUllshite. CALLIOPE: and so we have decided that something needs to be done aboUt it.

Ah fuck.  You’re going to regulate non-canon?  “Canonize” it?  Is the fact that you eventually succeed at whatever it is you’re trying to do part of why we have the story presented to us in this bifurcated structure?

ROXY: this is finally where u come in jegbert ROXY: we gots quests for yous CALLIOPE: hee hee, yes. CALLIOPE: or *a* quest, to be specific. JOHN: oh boy! ROXY: (this fkin nerd i s2g)

Roxy and Calliope setting him on this quest as a Rogue of Void and a Muse of Space feels fitting.

JOHN: i'm not sure how i can go about freeing us from a hellish space prison, but i'm up for giving it a try i guess? JOHN: i have... literally nothing better to be doing at this point. except for maybe hanging out with harry anderson. ROXY: nice save lol

YEAH WE’RE STILL GLOSSING OVER HOW YOU LEFT HIM UNPROTECTED, JERK

ROXY: but u dont need to worry abt busting us outta space jail tbh ROXY: thats not ur problem to fix JOHN: oh. JOHN: i'm... not sure i follow, then. ROXY: i mean yeah ur gonna obvs facilitate it in a sense ROXY: but only by going and busting the person who can actually help us outta normal earth jail CALLIOPE: we need yoU to free vriska from the clUtches of oUr misgUided friend jane, and bring her here, to the singUlarity. ROXY: weve been calling it the plot point CALLIOPE: yes, the plot point is a key part of oUr plan. CALLIOPE: as far as we have been able to sUrmise, the only remaining method for escaping oUr grim confinement depends on leveraging the UniqUe properties of this location to create an event of sUch catalcysmic proportions that it simply cannot be contained within the black hole any more. CALLIOPE: something SO dramatic, so hyper-relevant, that it becomes ontologically impossible for anyone to ignore it. CALLIOPE: for that, we need an individUal of sUfficient narrative cloUt, so to speak. CALLIOPE: and to liberate her, who better than the embodiment of the aspect of freedom itself? CALLIOPE: ... CALLIOPE: phew. okay, i'm finished. CALLIOPE: CALLIOPE: sorry, that took longer than i expected to go throUgh.

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OOooooh, kay.

Whatever this is, it’s going to be really weird and PROBABLY infuriating and/or shippy, and I’m probably not going to like it.  Plus it seems like it’s some sort of inverse belated canonization of some other black-hole-rescue theories I went on about at some point.  Although, related to that link, “aspect of freedom” if anyone wasn’t paying attention!  That’s a (sorta-)canon mention of the purpose of it!

They’re going to attention-wh-- attention-hog themselves out of the black hole so that they’re “considered canon” too, or close enough.  Huh.

ROXY: what r u talking about cals that was great ROXY: i could listen 2 u plotsplain for years CALLIOPE: oh you >u< ROXY: fyi this was why i wanted u to get a move on eggbread ROXY: so callie could have more time 2 infodump ROXY: thats love bitchhhhhh JOHN: hahaha. JOHN: ok, well, i think i understood all that?

Love with who? Callie, John, both?

In reality, John isn’t sure what most of this means. But on balance, it feels okay? He’s gone back and forth about a hundred times in the last week about where his place in everything is, so he might as well ride this out. Plus, the last time a Lalonde kind of told him to do something, he thinks that he chose not to, and look where that got him. And it’s not like he has other plans. He may as well do this! It’s at least going to get him involved in things again, if nothing else. He turns to go, and then hears a sound. It’s the sound of feet and knocking on doors, echoed through stone and digital static.

Oh shit.  Is Andrew trapped behind some fourth walls behind the curtains.

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Oh RIGHT also that DEVICE is where they want to bring Vriska.  Are they going to overturn part of canon itself with a super-retcon thus making this timeline unbelievably relevant or--?  Maybe make all the PESTERQUESTS canon or something?!  I don’t know.  Maybe they’re INTENTIONALLY starting the game like Vriska wanted to??????

Guh, this is something so big that I don’t WANT to theorize about it, do I.

JOHN: did you hear that? ROXY: wha ROXY: oh yeah uh ROXY: i may have messaged rose and kan and jade to check on them too ROXY: so its prob onea them showin up ROXY: they don’t need to know bout all this tho ROXY: we got time to chat with them b4 u go get vriska

No, even if it’s a knock at the somehow-top-level-house-even-under-buried-- oh, right, maybe it’s covering in part a monitoring system that looks up there.  But still, part of that sound was DOUBTLESS these two hiding something, all standing in front of the curtain like that.

JOHN: i’ll go stall em. ROXY: thx babe ROXY: oh is it 2 soon for that joke or JOHN: no, weirdly enough, that one’s fine. ROXY: oh good ok see u up there soon!

How is calling your significant other “babe” not cool REGARDLESS of gender?!  Like wasn’t that always cool? --Oh wait is it because they’re not together or... but... guh, I don’t know.

Anyway, see y’all after the holidays at least.

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Summer Time Chp. 2  Here Cums the Girls

Well as I was checking out the bank lines and waiting for Mark to return I reflected on just what had happened.I would have never imagined the feelings I had at that moment.I didnt know if I was gay or what but I couldnt deny that what me and Mark had done was probably the greatest thing I have ever done in my short life.As I sat there nursing my beer I relived the feeling of Marks cock in my mouth, hard yet velvety at the same time.And then the way Mark took me in the ass for the first time of my life.What ever happened next I knew that this would always be a time that I would remember for the rest of my life.Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard the unmistakable sound of Marks pickup, I got up to climb up the side of the river bank to help him carry the stuff down to the camp site.When I realized that Mark wasnt alone.He had brought his sister, Becky and her friend Karen.Now a little bit about the girls, both were 15 at this time and were basically glued at the hip, there was a lot of rumors going around about if the girls were lesbians.While both were about 52 , 53 with Karen being the taller by just the slightest amount.And since they were on the school track team they were about 115 lbs and rock solid physiques.Becky had a set of abs that most guys would love to have.Karen was black shoulder length hair with about large B cups with legs to die for, and Becky had strawberry hair that she kept fairly short and her breast were just a little bit larger than Karens.

Becky bounced out of the pickup and waved her arms at me shouting hi Jimmy,hows the fishing.I dont know why but I just hated being called Jimmy and Becky knew it but would say it all the time just to rub it in.So I gave her a hurt scowl look and she came up to me with that puppy dog look and kissed me on the cheek.Usually this is as far as it goes, it was becoming a private game between the two of us, but this time instead of saying there, there Jim it will be alrightshe surprised me by reaching around and grabbing my ass and whispering in my ear Mark told me everything.

I must have looked like I had be hit by a cattle prod at that news.I couldnt believe that Mark would have told anyone at all about what had happened earlier.For a minute I felt betrayed and hurt but, Becky leaned to my ear and said ‘not to worry stud Mark and I share every thing.At this she stepped back with a serious shit eating grin and I stood there looking like a dork, I was completely confused.She had never acted that way toward me, I used to be the neighbor hood geek now she was calling me stud.And what the hell was this share every thing shit.But before I could say anything Mark and Karen came up to us carrying some ice and more beer.

Well Jim did you catch any fish. asked Mark

I dont know about fish but if Jim doesnt close that mouth of his, hell sure as hell catch some flies. laughed Karen as they walked by.

Oh, by the way there is some food in the truck Jim why dont you get it for us. Mark said over his shoulder.

So, after I got the food and came down to the camp site I say Mark sitting next to Karen and Becky was on the other side of the fire and patted the ground next to her.Not being one to disappoint a lady I sat down next to Becky and she leaned on my shoulders.Now I know what most of you will think that the first thing I noticed was her tits or something like that, but, I just couldnt get passed how good this girl smelled.It wasnt overly perfumed or anything like that just a good clean smell.Well after a minute Becky looked up to me and said that this was the point when I was supposed to put my arm around her and hold her.I smiled down at her and held her.Even though me and Mark had just fucked holding Becky was just something that I knew I could get used to.Where Mark was hard teenage muscle Becky was firm but not too hard and her skin was so much softer.Well we sat there talking about school, summer and about anything else we could think of, and of course drinking beer.After a while Karen got up and grabbed Mark by the hand and led him off.

Now I wonder where those two are off to.I asked Becky.

She grabbed hold of my face and said to give us some privacy silly.At which she leaned forward and kissed me.I was a little shocked at first but, that lasted about a second and then I figured after what I had already done that to just go with the flow.So I reached around and held her and started to kiss her back.I guess in my eagerness I was to hard because the next thing I knew she pushed me back.whoa stud, when your kissing a girl you need to take your time.Just remember that ladies like to make love, guys like to fuck.So stud just take your time because we have all night.

I do have a question for you though.I said as I laid down next to her.

Whats that Jim

What did you mean when you said that you and Mark shared everything.

Well, lets just say that I havent been a very good girl.She said looking off into the distance.Im not sure why but all of a sudden Im kind of embarrassed by this.As she said that I sat up and looked at her with a confused look on my face and she reached up and grabbed my arm and said.Oh now Jim I dont mean you or this, its not you, its just , , , you see, , , well.Oh hell there isnt any easy way to say this so here it goes.Me and Mark have had sex together, it started one night we were kidding each other and he dared me to show him my pussy and I dared him to show me his cock.Well the next thing I know Im on my knees sucking him off and then he eats my pussy.Dont get me wrong he didnt rape me or anything it just kind of happened, but we have been doing it off and on since then.I even let him fuck me in the ass, good thing I was drunk that night or there is no way I would have done that, and I havent let him do it since.But there is one place he hasnt fucked me.

You mean your pussy is still cherry.I looked at her with disbelief, especially with everything that she had told me.

Yes it is, I know that this is going to sound silly but Ive had a crush on you for a long time.And I just knew that I wanted you to take my virginity.And when Mark fucked my ass that time I cried for a whole week knowing that I hadnt given you the chance.But you would hardly talk to me, so I thought that you didnt like me.After saying this she looked down and I knew she was about to start crying.

I lifted up her chin and gave her a pick on her forehead and told her Dont cry its partly my fault too.She looked at me with doubt and tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes.I thought that you didnt care for me and I was scared to ask you out. For fear that you would turn me down and make fun of me.

OH GOD, no Jim I wouldnt do that.I know that I have teased you in the past but that was child stuff and it will never happen again, I promise.Saying that she wrapped her arms around me and held on tight.After a moment I could hear her starting to quietly sob.I was so stupid to treat you that way, its all my fault.

As I was holding her close to me I said softly to her ear No its nobodies fault were just two young kids that didnt know what we were doing, but that is changed and now that we know how we feel toward each other things will be different.

Just hold me for now ok.

Sure anything that you want.So there we were two kids just holding each other after opening our hearts to each other.Now I know what your thinking what about what I had said to Mark, loving him and all that.At that time I wasnt really thinking of that, I figured that I would just have to sort that out later.After all Mark was probably fucking Karen right then at that moment.Then I felt Becky start to stir and rubbing her hand up and down my chest, I just laid back and enjoy the feeling then I felt her hand go for my waist band of my shorts.Reaching down I grabbed her hand and told her you dont have to do this to prove your feelings toward me.I dont want you to ever regret this moment.

She looked at me and it looked like she was about to cry again and I thought oh shit what did I say this time.Becky just looked at me and said that was the most beautiful thing you could say to me.I want to fuck you so much now you just dont know.She reached in my shorts and started to stroke my cock and said you know for being the cutest dork around you can say the smartest things.Smiling down at me she started to pull on my shorts so I help her out and took them off.Damn, not bad size and your young, I think with some care on my part it will grow some more.with that comment she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth.While Mark was able to take my cock completely in his mouth Becky was only able to take half before she started to gag and back off.But, what her mouth couldnt handle she stroked with her hand.So this is what making love feels like, I realized that what I thought was love with Mark was in reality just great sex between two guys.I looked down and watched her bob her head up and down on my cock and for a moment I could see a small tear running down her cheek but she wouldnt stop.I started to feel the sensation that told me I was about to cum so I put my hand on her head and told her, but she backed off and said no Jim I want this, I want all of it I never let Mark cum in my mouth but I want you everywhere.With that she returned to my cock and started to suck with more vigor.Then it hit me and I couldnt hold back anymore I arched my back and dug into the ground with my hands as I started to cum in Beckys mouth it must have been six or seven squirts and she tried to swallow it all but some came out of the corners of her mouth.I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew Becky was next to me with a look of contentment on her face.Welcome back to the living stud, you know Ive heard the other girls say how they like their boyfriends cum and now I know what they were talking about.

I gave her a big hug and told her well I guess its time for this gentleman to do his duty.with that I started to kiss my way down her neck and kissed her left nipple while I messaged her right breast.I kept nursing, for want of a better word, while stroking her body making a special effort to avoid her pussy area.I had read a story from Penthouse how that was supposed to drive a girl crazy and now I was going to find out if the guy knew what he was talking about. And so far it seemed like he did, because the more I suckled her breast and rubbed her body the more Becky started to squirm and beg me to touch her pussy.So finally I gave in and started to rub her pussy, at first I thought that she peed herself she was so wet.I kept working my way down kissing her everywhere, when I got to her belly button I put my tongue in and sucked.She jerked hard screaming how that wasnt fair to be making her feel like cumming and tickling her at the same time.But, I just smiled and kept on going, finally I got to her pussy.There was a muskiness to the smell but not bad I could get used to this, I thought.I ran my tongue up and down her slit and every once in awhile I would give her clit a suck.Then with outwarning my sweet petite Becky grabbed my hair on my head with the strength of a bull rider and clamped her legs around my head.For a minute I was wondering if she was going to let go but, then what a way to die LOL.Then all of a sudden she started to squirt her own juices in my mouth I tried to swallow but there was just too damn much fluid.

Finally she relaxed and I moved up and kissed her on her lips.Damn Jim where did you learn to do that, you been practicing on other girls.

NoI chuckled just a healthy dose of Penthouse Letters.

She cradled my head and stroked my hair and jokingly said Well thank God for pornography and maybe well have to write out own letter someday.But, first are you ready for the main event.

Are you sure.I mean I would love to but…..

Jimmy stop talking and get ready to make me your girlfriend, lover and best of all your woman.

You keep calling me that and Im going to have to spank you.

Promises, promises.she said laughing now lets get this done before I start thinking about it

Yes maam. with that I got between her legs and looked at her laying there.I moved up and placed my cock at her opening and started to move in when all of a sudden I hit something and she arched her back and put her hands on my chest.She was actually panting, I asked her if she was alright and if she wanted me stop.But she shock her head and said wait so I stayed in the same position and she said now.So I leaned into her.I could tell by her face that it was hurting her and was about to stop when all of a sudden I broke through.

Becky arched her back and screamed, OOOOOHHH GOD THAT HURTS.I was scared that I had done something wrong and started to pull out when she grabbed me and shouted for me to stop moving and just let her get used to it.So that is what we did and after a while I started to move in and out of her and she said that it was ok, and that it was actually starting to feel better by the minute.So I started to work myself in and out of her, her pussy felt so good around my cock that I never wanted out.I was thinking then that what I did with was Mark was nice but this was even better.So I kept up and I even started to pick up speed.Becky started to grind her pussy on my cock and telling me how good my cock felt in her pussy.Then all to soon that feeling came over me and I knew I was about to cum when I said I should pull out and not cum inside her, Becky wrapped her legs around me and said No you dont I want your cum inside me, dont you dare pull out Jim, if you do Ill never forgive you.So stop thinking and just fuck the shit out of me. Ooh God that feels better and better.Dont stop fucking me Im going to cu……with that she stiffened and I felt her juices on my cock and that sent me over the edge and I shot my load in her pussy.There we were two teenagers whose bodies were locked in a missionary position our bodies spasmingwith the pleasure of youth.Finally the feelings subsided and we parted and laid side be side and just sat there enjoying the afterglow of great sex.

It was only a couple of minutes when I heard noises and looked up and I saw Mark and Karen walking toward us.The first thing I noticed was that they were both naked and I could see cum running down Karens leg look Mark I think theyre finally doneKaren said with a smile on her face.

Yea they sure did take their time, for a minute I thought I was going to have to fuck you again.Mark joked while he had a finger in Karens ass.

Now stud that wouldnt be so bad would it.Besides the way she was screaming I wont be surprised if the sheriff doesnt show up.Hey Becky how about you let me have a go at Jim and see how he is. Karen asked Becky.

I dont think so Karen, at least not for awhile but right now I want to keep him all to myself and that means you big brother.You keep your hands off of him.Becky said while we were still laying on the ground with me on my back and her with her right arm and right leg draped over me.I do know one thing and that is I need to cool off.So Jim get your but up and lets jump into the river and cool off for awhile.

With that she stood up and grabbed my hand and led me off to the river.While heading to the water I heard Mark tell Karen What did I tell you

Youre right Mark they do look like a cute couple.But, you know what Im going to miss most.

Whats that Karen.

That sweet pussy of your sisters.

I looked at Becky and she just gave me that impish smile of hers and said Ill tell you laterI cant wait for that story

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At Least Stay

Kinda sounds like a angsty title but I can assure you it’s not lmao

Pairing: Yushi, aka Shiori (my oc) x Yuno

Rating: PG ofc! Just some self indulgent oc x cc fluff to get back into the swing of writing cause I love these two

Notes: This is longer than I intended for it to be, but nonetheless we are finished

Word count: 2.6k

Night had acended upon the clover kingdom putting an end to the day and welcoming a cool, crisp night, the hours only continuing to tick by as Yuno and his partner occupied themselves in the Golden Dawn’s library with assorted interesting books. Getting so into the stories about the history of things and books about certian magics and such that it seemed as though the two had lost their sense of time, which they did.

Shiori managed to put her book down for the first time in a good few minutes , her eyes averting from the pages to a clock on the wall ticking as each second went by. She blew it off before doing a double take and checking the clock again, this time reading the time displayed, having the nerve to act shocked as she got up to put the book back on the shelf it was on before she had borrowed it to read, uttering “shit” under her breath, Catching the attention of the boy with her as Yuno took his eyes from his book to look at her, slightly raising a brow.

“What’s up with you.. are you ok?”

Shiori nodded before turning back around from the book shelf to look at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t realize how late it got.” She began walking back to the library table they had been sitting at. “I have to go.” She went to reach for another book that was sitting on the table to put away, Yuno gently grabbing her wrist as those words made him react.

“Go? Why?” His expression shifted ever so slightly from stoic to a little concerned as he didn’t want her to go, at least not yet.

“Cause I have to go home, Yu. I don’t wanna worry my mom, let alone my father-“ Shiori looked a little filled with worry as the last thing she wanted to do was worry them.

Yuno let go of her wrist. He silenced himself looking for words and excuses to get Shiori to stay a little longer, staying the night would be a small stretch but if he could somehow convince her to stay for at least a hour longer he’d be happy.

“You’d be crazy if you think I would let you go out at this hour.”

“Crazy?” Shiori chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous, It’s only night time-nothing different from if I went home in the daytime.”

“It’s dangerous.” Yuno stated blankly

“Dangerous?” Shiori couldn’t help but hold in a laugh. “That’s the last thing I could hear from the likes of you. Don’t you like to jump into danger yourself?”

Yuno scoffed. “I’m not Asta.” He stated, throwing some light shade to his rival.

Shiori looked at him all skeptical at that moment. “Riiight-“

Yuno only rolled his eyes. “Creeps and creatures can be lurking in the dark and you wouldn’t know. I can’t and won’t risk you getting attacked and hurt.”

Shiori gave him a ‘are you serious’ look. “You know your sounding kinda like Klaus right now” She pouted as she leaned her upper body on the table.

The comment took Yuno slightly aback and made him cringe, his reaction making the girl laugh as gave his own rendition of a ‘are you serious’ look, mixed with a little shock.

‘Klaus? You’ve got to be kidding...’ he thought to himself as he let out a audible sigh.

“My point still stands. It’s better if you stay here.”

Shiori raised a brow. “Like spend the night? Yu, you know my parents wouldn’t appreciate me saying nothing before jumping into sudden plans-“

“I’ll take the blame.”

“Well you had a quick answer for that.” Shiori thought about a few more issues and concerns that came to mind. “What about captain Vangeance, your squad mates?”

“I’ve brought you here more than once havent I? It’s not like they don’t know who you are”

“And what about Bell? that sassy wind spirit of yours doesn’t seem to like me all too much. She’d complain her little head off all night.”

“I was able to pry her off of me for the day, don’t worry about her.”

Shiori thought for another moment. “I don’t have any pajamas either way.”

“You can wear one of my uniform shirts to bed.”

For every concern, the boy had a answer. Shiori had to admit she was impressed, yet unaware of the true intention on why he wanted her to stay so badly but with the way he had been talking and giving quick answers, it became increasingly obvious. “Do you really not want me to go cause it’s as you put it ‘dangerous’ or is it that you just don’t want me to leave. Stay with you for a bit longer? Give you affection?”she made the quotation mark finger movements with her hands when she spoke, giving him a smile that seemed to be a light smirk.

Yuno once again was taken aback, she was directly on the target with her assumption, yet he being the stoic boy who found it difficult to express his emotions properly he was, denied it.

“No, that’s not...” he looked away from her. “It’s more the first..” Safe to say he did a bad job of hiding the fact that he just wanted her company for longer and didn’t want her to go so soon. He remained silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“I just want you to stay with me for a while longer... I have squad duties in the morning and I want to spend the rest of what we have of today with you.” Yuno did his best to find proper words to express himself. It was already difficult in itself but even more so in a new relationship where everything is just so foreign to him. “Also it is dangerous out but.. at least stay?”

Shiori gave him a soft smile, sighing softly while maintaining it. “Well, the chance of getting scolded isn’t as important to me as precious time with my Yu-Yu is. So I’ll stay.” Shiori suddenly burst into a little flutter of panic. “You don’t mind if I call you that right?” She chuckled. “It suddenly came out..”

Yuno almost let out a chuckle at her sudden franticness. He wasn’t quite accustomed to the nickname as “Yu” sufficed her just enough but hearing it repeated twice over was quite cute of her he had to admit.

“You worry your head off so much about the little things-“he spoke nonchalantly meanwhile deep down hearing that she would stay with him made him quite giddy although it wasn’t displayed as most emotions of his werent.

Shiori chuckled. “I know, I know- it’s dumb but I guess even now I’m still a anxious mess around you when it comes to some things... I need to work on that.” She looked as she was pondering for a moment before she felt a slight gust of wind. Seeing as Yuno used his magic to put the books they had taken to read back onto their spaces on the shelves. He then promptly got up from where he was seated.

Shiori would never not be marveled in how much control he had in his magic, looking at Yuno after the books retuned to their proper shelves.

“I would like to think we’re done here. Maybe we could..make the rest of the time tonight worthwhile.” He attempted to grab her hand but hesitated and opted out last second in his decision. Meanwhile Shiori had a grin on her face.

“That sounds just great. What did you have in mi-“

Once again Yuno attempted to reach for her hand, Shiori took a pause in her words as she felt his pinky slightly brush against her hand. Looking down at their hands she went ahead and gently grabbed his, the two standing still and becoming slight messes over a simple gesture of affection.

Shiori broke the awkawardness, bringing his hand up to her face and snuggling her cheek into it, smiling as she did so, Yuno could have swore his heart skipped a few beats. It was crazy how some simple actions could almost make him feel so strongly and such a way. It seemed to be something only she could do to him, show all sorts of affection and share loving words that can make such a stoic boy absolutely melt in her hands. And with Shiori, the same could be said on her end.

It was quite crazy. A stoic and seemingly cold boy ending up with a slightly shy and kind girl. Their personalities being polar opposites, yet here they were now.

“Your hands are nice and warm-“ She chuckled, bringing his hand back down from her face to hold it. Meanwhile Yuno looked at her completely fascinated and enamored. He was able to crack a small smile. He didn’t speak but the expression he held spoke enough words.

“You alright Yu?” Shiori tilted her head a little as she asked the question.

“Peachy.” He looked down to the floor to avoid Shiori from pointing out the small tinge of rose forming on his cheeks, covering his face with his other, free hand while he was at it. “Let’s just go-“ he uttered, walking along with Shiori who couldnt help but be confused with his behavior.

“Are you flustered?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem it.”

“Nuh-Uh”

“I think you are-“

“Nope.”

“You can admit it. It’s ok, Yu.”

“Not a chance.”

There went his famous catchphrase. Shiori couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and a sarcastic eye roll with Yuno denying the matter as they walked.

The two innocently went back and forth, Shiori continuing to pester the boy about being a little flustered to where Yuno would only continue to deny the obvious.

At least until they reached his room.

The two settled a little bit, Yuno pulling out one of his uniform shirts. Feeling a little mischievous he used his magic to launch it at a unsuspecting Shiori. He intended for it to hit her chest to be playful but it ended up hitting her face.

“Ack!”

Yuno had to catch his own laugh while Shiori took the shirt into her hands, glaring at him.

“Sorry-“ he quickly spoke up.

Shiori let out a chuckle accompanied with a sigh. “Using your wind magic for mischief I see.”

“It’s just tempting. I like messing around with you.” Yuno turned around so she could change into the shirt he had given her, hearing rustling of some clothing.

“This is way bigger than I thought it would be-“ Shiori spoke, giggling as since the sleeves were just a little long for her arms she flapped them

“Are you done?” Yuno asked casually, not wanting to turn too suddenly when she wasn’t ready for him to do so.

“Yeah” Shiori smiled as Yuno turned around, adjusting the sleeves with pulling them back so her hands saw the light of day from inside the fabric.

Of course the shirt was bound to be big on her short frame but with how small she was and the way she was smiling while enjoying wearing it, it was adorable. Yuno couldn’t help but let a soft smile make way into his face, looking at her all enamored. The sight just tugged at his heartstrings, all the right ones.

“I... wow..” He commented, not knowing what to say. walking forward he placed his head on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her, Shiori standing there for a second before wrapping her arms around him as well, one of her hands snaking to the back of his head and running her fingers through his hair, the action making the boy absolutely melt in her arms. It was soothing and comforting for him.

Shiori felt him shift his weight more, it seems as though he was so calm he just gave up with holding his own weight and leaned on her completely, her struggling slightly.

“Yu-Yu, your getting heavy-“

“But I’m so comfy...” he nuzzled himself further into her shoulder and held her tighter, acting more clingy and affectionate in the moment as her hugs cuddles were something he especially loved since he could hold her close.

“Your all on me.. not that it’s a bad thing but I’m not trying to fall and bust not just mine but both of our asses.”

Yuno let out a groan, pouting slightly as he had to let go of her. It was like getting comfortable in bed but realizing you need to get up to get something or turn the light off, granted it was minor as he would snuggle back up with her after they moved to the bed but still, when it came to cuddles, he dreaded waiting.

However Shiori wasnt long in laying down on the bed and opening her arms for him, Yuno wasting no time in getting in with her and holding her close to him, resting his head and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Shiori beginning to play with his hair once again as he wrapped his arms around her, not intending on letting go anytime soon.

“Be aware your not getting away from me.”

Shiori chuckled at his remark. “Your such a baby for cuddles..” she spoke softly as her fingers ran through his soft hair, easing the boy of any stress he may have carried at the moment. She then felt a gentle kiss on her neck, looking down at Yuno who was looking up at her

“Baby? You can’t be serious.”

Shiori smiled at him, gently grabbing his face. “Yeah, but your my baby. Makes a difference.” Shiori caressed his face with her fingers, Yuno getting a little blushy and hiding his face in her neck again.

“S-stop..” He softly contested his treatment.

“Stop what?” Shiori grinned.

“Stop.. whatever sourcery this is...”

Shiori let out a chuckle, gently grabbing his face once again and making him look at her

“Well it’s not sourcery, nor magic.” She closed the distance and left a soft peck on his lips. “Just love.” She giggled, Yuno bringing her closer to him and laying her head on his chest. She heard his heart beat, it was a little rapid from the action she had just laid upon him, but nonetheless still nice to listen to.

Shiori wrapped her arms around him, making herself more comfortable and snuggling into him, Yuno holding her a little tighter.

“You keep tightening your grip on me... Yu-Yu, I’m right here. Not going nowhere.”

“Stil.. I want to keep you close.” He took a pause. “Your warm and I like feeling you next to me.” One of his hands wandered into her hair, gently twirling some of her curls, placing gentle kisses on the top of her head. He loved these moments. The moments where he could hold her close to him and let his feelings for her out without too much thought or worry, both in a soft daze with light touches and lots of verbal and physical affection, enjoying eachothers company and warmth. A perfect way to end the day.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at this very moment either.” She smiled, feeling his hand gently grab her face, raising her chin up to him slightly, softly smiling before planting a kiss on her lips, lingering for definitely a while longer than just a quick peck before pulling back, Shiori laying there in a small daze, Yuno letting out a small, quiet chuckle.

“Look, you didn’t push me away that time.”

“Hush, you just didn’t catch me off guard like you usually do.” Shiori snuggled herself in his chest, clinging onto him. She wouldn’t be so needy for being held close, however in his arms she felt safe and loved, something she adored to feel.

The two remained quiet for a while, enjoying eachother before Yuno suddenly spoke up.

“Shiori?”

“Hm?” She perked up, her closed eyes fluttering open.

“ I love you.”

Shiori smiled, snuggling herself in further. “I love you too, Yuno.”

Once again a small period of silence arose, Shiori almost knocking right out with her hair being played with.

“Didn’t you say you have squad duties in the morning? Shouldn’t you be properly getting ready to sleep instead of falling asleep like this?

“That’s tomorrow’s problem.” He stated, closing his eyes. “If we fall asleep now it won’t matter any.”

“I hope your sure about that”

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