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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter One / Americano

Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Working a dull December morning shift, you meet a seemingly disgraced DEA agent by the name of Javier Peña.

Warnings: Language, talk of death and canon-typical Narcos violence

W/C: 2.3k

A/N: YOU GUYS i am so excited to share this story with you all!! i fuckin love Javi and coffee so this features my two favorite things! big thanks as always to my beta readers for helping me out- especially with chapter 2 (which i was stuck on for 3 weeks lol). I hope you guys enjoy! this story has some twists I don’t think y’all are gonna see coming ;) I’m planning to update this fic once a week! I just wanted to get chapter one out there :)

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Americano: espresso and hot water; has a similar taste to a brewed coffee, but still darker and more caffeinated thanks to the espresso.

Work is blissfully slow on weekdays, allowing you to putz along at your own speed. Today, however, is boring as hell. You’d had approximately seven customers since the morning rush, meaning about seven drinks to make. There weren’t even tables to clean, no customers having sat in the cozy coffeeshop. You and your coworker had joked around, swept and mopped, and cleaned the espresso machines twice each.

At this point, with nothing else to do, you sipped your third peppermint mocha while perched atop two stacked milk crates, leafing through your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It was a common occurrence when evening rolled around, but rarely so early in the day. Since you were the one on barista duty, Mandy kept watch for customers and allowed you to relax with your book. It was routine for the two of you. She mindlessly fusses with the product wall and the coffee grinder, cleaning everything for the third time.

The door opens and you pop up from your makeshift chair excitedly. The weather is blustery and cold, with heavy snowflakes starting to fall outside the large windows, and the man who enters is pulling his jacket tight around himself. He looks up and you quickly dodge behind the espresso machines before you can make eye contact. It’s instinctual, and you’re unsure why until your brain reminds you of the man’s face. He’s handsome, even though you got maybe a second’s look at him. Dark brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache, eyes an even darker shade to complement his tanned skin.

You bite your lip and grab a large ceramic mug, bringing it to the espresso machine. No one would be crazy enough to order a cold drink in this weather. Mandy takes his order and a few seconds later, his receipt pops up through the printer at your end of the shop:

Ticket 114 - 12/3/93

Name: Javier

LG-Redeye

!memo: darkroast

Javier. The name suits the man, you think to yourself and smile as you begin prepping the espresso for his drink. As you walk to Mandy’s station to fill the mug with drip coffee, she smiles and nudges your side. “Isn’t he cute?” She murmurs. You look at the printed ticket then at the coffee warmers: there’s no dark roast.

“Very,” you giggle a little and fill the mug with light instead. He’s seated in the corner. “I call dibs,” you tease, and Mandy shakes his head. She’s married, but she knows your type, and it’s exactly the man sitting there, staring at a newspaper.

“Yeah, okay,” she shakes her head but smiles at you. “No wedding ring either. I think you should bring his drink to him instead of calling out the order.”

Staring down at the filling mug, you shake your head. “We’ll see,” you chuckle softly and return down to your end of the bar, pouring the two shots of espresso. “Javier?” You call in your barista voice, and the man lifts his head and walks to the bar.

“That’s me,” he says, a small begrudging smile on his face.

“Hi,” you chuckle and hold up the mug. “We’re out of dark roast right now, so I had to use light. Could I put some flavoring or cream or sugar in there for you?” You offer. “Otherwise, I can most definitely make you something else. An americano maybe?”

He pauses for a second. “Yeah, an americano would be great,” he nods. “What kind of flavors… are there?” he asks.

“Oh, we have a ton,” you say enthusiastically, grabbing the syrup rack and pulling it your way. “Any of these. Hazelnut, vanilla, raspberry,” you smile, rattling off the flavors, “otherwise we also have caramel and any flavor of chocolate.”

Javier raises an eyebrow as he looks at the small display. “Never been somewhere with so many options. Could I do dark chocolate and cream?” He asks, and you nod.

“Of course,” you tell him, dumping the previous mug and grabbing another. “I’ll have that right up for you. You can head back to where you were sitting,” you inform him.

He shakes his head. “I can wait here. Save us both a trip.”

You nod. “Sure,” you say with a smile, prepping more espresso. “The redeye and americano are pretty different in caffeine though, the americano is going to have more since there’s more espresso.”

“I just need as much caffeine as I can get. Tough day ahead,” he nods.

“I’ve been told bartenders and baristas are wonderful ears to listen,” you offer, a sweet smile on your face.

His guard has fallen like a wrecking ball through a house of cards at the way you smile. “Well, I’m with the DEA.” It feels strange, openly admitting that around here. Colombians weren’t exactly welcoming to American agents, but it felt like citizens around here saw them as some kind of superhero.

Your eyes light. “Shouldn’t it be a fantastic day for you then?” you ask. “I mean, it’s all over the news. Escobar. Do you know the guys in the photo?” You ask with excitement in your voice.

He nods. Escobar was killed yesterday, and it’s all over the news, including the paper back at his table. “Yeah. The blonde guy in the red shirt is actually my work partner. It’s a tough day because I didn’t get to be there when it happened. I’ve been down in Colombia for years now, and they catch Escobar two days after I leave.”

The smile on your face turns to a frown. “That’s… awful,” you nod, eyes full of sadness for him. “I’m so sorry. At least it must be nice to be home?” you ask, tilting your head slightly and pouring the espresso shots into the mug.

He shakes his head. “D.C. isn’t home. I’m from Texas,” he admits, and the way he speaks finally registers as a slightly slowed speech pattern from the area. “I’m happy for Steve though. The blonde one, my partner. He deserves it. We’ve been down there for… Jesus,” he sighs and looks at the ceiling as he counts the years, “well, a while now. Couple of years. I fucked up, bad. Honestly, I think I’m up here to get fired.”

You frown slightly as you pump the chocolate into the hot espresso and water, swirling it around with a spoon. “You worked on Escobar for years?” you ask, and Javier nods. “Well, then I personally doubt you’d be getting fired. You guys just caught him, everyone must be in a good mood. I guess it depends on how bad you fucked up,” you shrug as you tap the spoon into the sink and bend down to grab the cream.

“I… do you know who Los Pepes are?” he asks. You shake your head as you stand, pouring some cream into the steaming drink. “Well, they’re a radical group who did some crazy shit to try to weaken Escobar, and I got involved with them. I have a meeting today with the review board.”

You finally make eye contact with him, wincing for him. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound great,” you admit with a chuckle, putting the cream back in the little refrigerator beneath you.

“It’s not.”

“It’s not necessarily why you got called up here,” you shrug and grab a saucer, putting the mug on top of it and on the bar for him to take.

“Well, I don’t know, I suppose,” he agrees and takes the drink from you.

You shrug. “Best of luck, Javier,” you tell him with a genuine smile of encouragement.

He nods, looking at your name tag attached to your apron. He murmurs your name before looking back up at your face and into your eyes. “Thank you.” He takes his drink and returns to his table, and you sigh and return to your makeshift chair in the corner.

Mandy pulls up two crates next to you, sitting down across from you with gleaming eyes. “Did it go well? You two talked for a while,” she asks, raising her eyebrows and encouraging you to tell her more.

“A little, but just… how I would with anyone, I guess,” you shrug as you sip your mocha for a moment, drinking the last of the warm coffee. “Not like I got his number or anything.”

“He’s sitting down to drink his coffee. Go offer him a refill when he’s done.”

“That would require me to stare at him, Mandy, and I think he’d notice that,” you shake your head as you stand to make yourself a new drink.

She stands with you, pushing the crates out of the way. “I’ll keep an eye on him for you. I’ll signal to you when he’s done or getting low on coffee, and you can bring him a refill. How does that sound?” she asks you.

You nod with a sigh. “Since you’re apparently not going to let this go, fine. I will.”

Mandy claps her hands together excitedly. “Yay!” She sings. “Oh, will you make me a drink while you’re at it? I’ll have a-”

“Skim hazelnut latte with no foam and light whip,” you recite before she can finish her order.

“You’re a babe,” she sings and heads over to clean the tables that haven’t even been touched since she wiped them an hour ago.

You make her drink and set it aside, then work on your own, fourth coffee. The peppermint and the coffee swirl together deliciously in the air, fitting the weather and the time of year. It’s December, and the snow outside and the warm feeling from the man across the coffee shop contrast in your heart. You sneak glances at him a couple of times, biting your lip to hold back a smile as you admire the handsome face peeking above the newspaper he reads.

About ten minutes later, you look up from cleaning the machines to see Mandy tucked behind a wall where he can’t see her. She’s frantically waving at you, pointing towards Javier once she catches your attention. Go, she mouths excitedly, beaming at you.

You wipe your hands on your apron and walk to where she stands. “Fine, I will, but you’re making the drinks if anyone else comes in.”

“Oh no, how will I handle it?” She asks in a deadpan, eyeing the shop that’s empty except for the two of you and Javier. “Go,” she says, giving you a light shove and giggling.

You shake your head but walk over, placing a hand lightly on the table. “Coffee’s looking low. Could I get you a refill?” you offer.

Javier looks up at you, and you feel like turning to jelly as you look into his big brown eyes, filled with confusion but also admiration. He furrows his brow, creating small creases between his eyebrows. “Uh… sure. How much is it?” he asks, reaching for his wallet and setting down the newspaper.

You put a hand on his arm, giving a gentle smile. “You need it. It’s on the shop,” you tell him.

“No, seriously, what, like $5?” he asks, but you put a hand over his.

“No, Javier,” you chuckle lightly. “Don’t worry about it. Another americano with chocolate and cream?” you ask.

“Uh… make me whatever you like best. And bring one for yourself too.” He says, well, really asks, nodding to the empty chair across from him. “It’s not too busy to talk, is it?”

You swallow hard before you break into a grin. “No, not at all. Uh… do you like peppermint?” you ask.

“Peppermint is good,” he says, giving you a small smile.

“Perfect,” you smile softly at him, picking up his empty mug and saucer. “We have a peppermint mocha, it’s seasonal. It’s my favorite, I’ll be right back with them,” you say, giggling softly and biting your lip as you turn and walk back to the bar.

You’re hidden behind the espresso machines as you finally grin and giggle, and Mandy rushes to your side. “Oh my God,” she laughs happily. “He’s so hot. What were you guys talking about?”

“He asked me to sit with him,” you giggle excitedly, preparing four espresso shots.

She nearly squeals with excitement, grabbing your arm closest to her. You scoop some chocolate chips and pour milk into a pitcher, putting it under the steam wand. “Holy shit. What has he told you so far? What’s his story?”

“Well, he said he’s a DEA agent. He’s on leave from work right now, but the guy in the red shirt in that picture of Escobar after they killed him? That’s his partner,” you tell her, letting the excitement speed your words up. “He’s been in Colombia for a couple of years working on it. Isn’t that cool?” You laugh.

“So cool,” she nods in agreement. “And he’s so fucking cute. Girl, you need to get your ass back there before I steal him myself.”

You laugh as you pour the shots and then the steamed milk into the mugs. “I’m trying, but you holding onto one of my arms is holding me back, love,” you tease her and she breaks away. You top both mugs with a perfectly peaked whipped cream layer, then sprinkle candy cane pieces and chocolate chips on top. “Wish me luck,” you practically sing as you walk back with a mug for each of you.

Javier’s holding back a grin himself as you make the drinks. He can see your head bobbing along behind the bar, the other woman chatting with you. He’s more transfixed than you than he should allow himself to be, but all fears fade as he sees you approaching with a grin and two large, whipped cream-topped drinks.

You set the drink down in front of him and he smiles at you. “Wow. This…” he looks down at it and smiles a little. “Well, it looks sweet.”

“I have a sweet tooth,” you admit with a soft laugh and sit down, taking a sip and sighing softly. “It tastes like winter. I love it.” He nods and takes a sip too. It’s sweet, but not as bad as he expected. “I added extra espresso to yours,” you tell him, a shy smile on your face.

“A woman after my own heart,” he chuckles and sets it down, licking the foam off of his mustache.

You smile a little wider at that and hold back a laugh. “Did you want to talk about the meeting?” you ask him, tilting your head, your expression softening.

Javier’s already falling, and he curses himself as he looks at you. Not a thought except him. He’s already thinking of a sly way to get your number. “No, not really. I just spilled basically my entire life story to you.”

“Then you’ve had a very short and boring life. That was hardly anything. I’ve had customers come in and cry over divorces or lost family members; the whole job situation was mild,” you chuckle and admit, tracing the rim of the mug with your fingertips and staring down at the steaming drink.

“Really? You seem like a therapist and a barista in one,” he teases lightly.

“Well, I did just graduate with a Masters in psychology,” you shrug. “I just graduated with it from Georgetown. That’s why I’m here,” you tell him and look up. “Working here part-time while I decide what I want to do.”

“No shit. I did my undergrad in psych and sociology,” Javier says with a small smile, making your smile grow too. “Texas A&M though. Nothing as prestigious as Georgetown.”

“A&M isn’t anything to sneeze at,” you chuckle as you look over at him. His eyes are deep-set, deeper than they probably normally are. They’re bloodshot and hold bags beneath them. After a breath, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “You look tired. I don’t know you normally, I understand. Maybe you shouldn’t finish this,” you tell him with a concerned smile, scooting his mug towards you. “Too much caffeine.”

“No, I need it, please,” he says, tugging it back and sipping at it again. “Just… until after this meeting. Then I’ll know what my future holds, then I can rest.”

“What time is it at?”

“5:00.”

There’s a beat of silence. “I don’t have any plans tonight,” you say gently, looking at him with a question in your eyes. “Would you like to get dinner? Talk things out, once you know what your future holds?” You offer, a soft smile and hopeful eyes. “I already know enough about you. This could be practice therapy for me,” you tease softly.

Javier thinks for a second, though he knows what the answer will be. At least pretends to think, surprised that you could hear all he had said about Los Pepes and working in Colombia and that you still offered. “I’d like that,” he nods, his voice soft when he looks at you. “I don’t know the area well. You’ll have to tell me where.”

“Do you have a car up here?” You ask him, and he shakes his head. “I can pick you up,” you offer. “Where are you staying?”

He grabs a napkin and pats his pockets for a pen. You hand him the paint pen tucked on your apron and he quickly thanks you before writing down the address to the hotel. You take the napkin and the pen and grab another napkin. “And this…” you say and write down your phone number, sliding it to him, “is where you’ll call me when you’re ready for me to come get you. Okay?” You ask.

Your voice is so soothing, Javier thinks. More than sleep or reassurance or even a hit of Escobar’s private stash or really anything could be to him right now, it’s a comfort. You must be a miracle, he thinks, some kind of blessing for something he isn’t quite sure of, but he must have done something right in the eyes of the Almighty to be here, right now, talking with you. “You know, I was raised Catholic,” he tells you and leans in a little. “I don’t know that I am anymore. But still… I think you might be an angel in disguise.”

Biting your lip, you giggle and look down. “I don’t know about that,” you chuckle as you look up at him again. “Just… right place, right time, maybe. I’ll see you tonight, okay?” you ask him, placing your hand over his and standing.

Javier nods as he looks up at you. “How should I dress?” he asks and tilts his head. His eyes are so expressive, you notice and smile a bit. They betray exactly what he’s thinking.

“Um… what you’re wearing now would be fine. A button down and jeans would work,” you tell him with a nod, patting his hand and picking up your mug. “I’ll see you then. Good luck,” you tell him with a sweet smile and retreat to the back. Javier can’t say anything in return, just sips his peppermint mocha.

Three minutes later, you return with a muffin. “Eat this. You can’t have all that caffeine and no food.”

“Thanks,” he chuckles and looks down at it. You’re gone when he looks back up, and he breaks off a piece. What a weird day. It’s only about to get weirder.

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omniswords · 4 years ago

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Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 15

new year, new chapter c: it's been a while since i've worked on Chronicles—December Mood dips are Not Delicious, plus i started streaming regularly, which has been fun! ((i’m omnistruck on Twitch if you want to check it out 🥰) but rest assured i intend to see it through to the end. i hope you've been well <3 take care, and enjoy!

From: itsdjbubbles

My dude, if your stage presence is anything like this flyer, y’all are absolutely gonna kill it at La Tortue.

Well. Luka doesn’t know about that.

It’s not like Kitty Section is totally obscure. They’ve had a stage in Paris’s annual pop-up music festival or more than one occasion. And sometimes Juleka’s tagged along to street corners with him so they could duet in hopes of more than just pocket change. And, of course, there was that whole music contest with Bob Ross and XY, but that had only ended in fiasco: their music was stolen, Rose’s vocals ripped right off the track. Luka argued up and down over the phone until he was red in the face, nearly biked down to the studio and let them have it, but he could hardly prove it. And he cared too much about it jeopardizing Juleka’s happiness to follow through.

Total corporate bullshit. He didn’t know how Jagged Stone did it. When he said so at dinner the night he gave up, his Ma only tousled his hair and said, “You’re my boy, aren’t you?”

Sometimes he thinks that’s the strongest, bravest, he’s ever been. That all his audacity peaked years ago, and he’s only gotten worse since then.

Bubbles isn’t corporate bullshit. Luka feels like he’d be able to figure out something like that from conversation alone. But their talks have been friendly—and more than that, supportive. He’s even shown a few messages to the band, just to check that he wasn’t losing his mind. And he saw how their faces softened in approval, or lit up with excitement. Even Juleka’s.

Besides, Bubbles makes music. And when he samples something, he actually credits it. He knows how to play the game. And it feels like they’re on the same side of the board.

Bubbles has that stage presence; the fact that he only needs that one shadowy picture on his profile is more than enough of an indicator. And Bubbles has a reputation that precedes him. So even if they’re on the same side of the board, it feels like Bubbles is always just a couple of steps ahead.

At least his bandmates are on the same side, and at the same step. All it took was a casual mention, during a late-night band practice, of “the bakery he keeps getting their snacks from” being all in on getting them even more exposure. They didn’t exactly do a good job of hiding their excitement, but he wouldn’t have wanted them to, anyway. Even Juleka, after practice ended, had to admit, “You did good.” And then, with perhaps a bit more snark, “Maybe she’s the one trying to impress you. “

“Stop,” Luka said with a roll of his eyes, but he couldn’t help thinking about it once the partition between their beds was up. There was no way Marinette Dupain-Cheng was trying to impress him.

…Was there?

By now, nearly a day later, Luka’s still asking himself that. Still hemming and hawing like they have more than just two weeks to get their act together. Pacing below deck with his phone in his hand, thinking about pear tarts and pretty faces instead of going to see them in person, and staring at Marinette’s phone numbers until he thinks he’s accidentally memorized both of them.

He doesn’t recognize the pattern or the area code of one of them, so he can only assume that it's an American number. But he still hasn’t mucked up the courage to text or even save the French one in his phone. Why does he need to be scared in the first place? It’s a phone number, and this is strictly business, and everything between them has been strictly business.

Well. Nearly everything. Nearly strictly.

He thinks.

Okay. Okay. All he has to do is say… what? Hi? Who just starts texting someone for the first time with “Hi?” But he can’t go writing a whole essay either, even though at least now he has the power to edit his words instead of just saying them and hoping for the best.

This is harder than it needs to be. And yeah, maybe he’s just making it harder than it needs to be, but it’s not like his brain and the shake in his hands are giving him much of a choice in the matter.

Luka switches back over to his message thread with Bubbles and shoots off a quick reply—flatterer—because maybe answering something easy will make the hard stuff more tolerable. He finds himself looking toward his guitar as though it might lend him strength… well, what the hell. It couldn’t hurt. He plays a doodle or two, idle notes, and catches himself before his fingers can drift toward the beginning of the ocean-blue song. At this point, it’s neither perfect nor good, and he can’t tell if it’s personal dissatisfaction or the numbers that the latest draft has been doing online.

Both. It’s probably both.

Messaging Marinette ends up being just as hard after his attempts at centering as it was before—because as it turns out, the whole music-giving-him-unbridled-confidence thing really only works while he’s playing it. So now he’s left still staring at the blank NEW MESSAGE screen, the cursor blinking almost tauntingly at him because of course it is. Because somehow, he can write a note telling a girl her eyes are pretty and survive long enough to see her smile about it, but he can’t send that same girl a text. It’s not like he can even see her reaction this time, anyway; that just gives him even more of an advantage.

Okay. Okay. He can actually do this. Maybe. He thinks—no, no, he has to.

With a deep breath that he holds longer than he releases, Luka opens a new message.

To: Marinette hey. it’s luka.

And like an idiot, he hits SEND before he’s even put the rest of his message together. So now he has to make a mad dash to come up with something so he doesn’t seem like a total creep for messaging her out of the blue.

For fuck’s sake. This is exactly why he writes his messages in the notes first.

To: Marinette sorry, hit send before i could finish. anyway, just wanted to tell you the band is cool with the postcard idea. i can pay you next time i come to the bakery, if that’s cool.

To: Marinette anyway, it’s really cool of you to offer your help like this. sorry if i didn’t say so yesterday, it’s kind of been... a wild time.

Luka locks his phone before he can agonize too much over what he’s sent, stuffs it away and starts pacing again. It’s not a frantic, shaky thing; no, he’s learned to keep the shakes on the inside until no one’s around to see them. He jumps when his back pocket vibrates, and he nearly drops his phone trying to fish it out. It’s only Bubbles, and he can’t tell whether he’s relieved or disappointed until his phone buzzes again. Twice. And this time, it actually is from Marinette.

From: itsdjbubbles Sorry, I was getting some stuff ready for my next project. Listen, I’m just saying. Don’t sell yourself short as this stuff. Paris is gonna hear you up there, and it’s gonna lose its collective fucking mind.

From: Marinette hi luka ☺️ no worries, i do that too sometimes. here’s the mockup for the postcard. let me know what your band thinks, i’ll do some tweaks and send it to print. sound good?

Luka balks, both at the tone of the message and at the picture she sent. It looks almost exactly like the flyer, same color scheme and everything. The only difference seems to be in the composition, which makes sense; she’s got more of the eye for this stuff, even for someone who only “dabbles.”

To: Marinette wow, this is... thank you? that was fast. and this is really well put-together. i think they’re gonna love it.

you really weren’t kidding, huh.

Luka finds himself sinking onto his bed and staring at the message thread instead of actually doing something productive. And strangely, he’s fine with that. The more time passes, the less scary it is to see her typing back, again and again and again.

From: Marinette course i wasn’t kidding. “help” is practically my middle name to the people who matter.

and i mean, there’s only a little bit of time until your show, right? so, gotta get movin.

anyway, i gotta run. my friend needs help for his summer class and i promised i’d go visit today.

Keep me posted about your band!

♥️

There is far too much in that message for Luka to need to process. “People who matter?” “Keep me posted?” The literal heart emoji at the end? He reads their messages over and over, mostly to confirm that this really, actually just happened, but he’s not going to push his luck. Maybe she just talks to everyone like that, and more importantly, the two of them haven’t been much more than a series of transactions anyway.

A... lot of transactions.

That she’s been doing a lot of giving for.

Luka tries and at least sort of succeeds at shaking the thought from his mind; he can’t read hers, and he shouldn’t try to. He sends her one last text—cool, have a good one—and switches back to Bubbles before he can worry if his words were too casual.

To: itsdjbubbles Thanks for the vote of confidence. I guess you’re not the only one? the bakery I go to, they’re offering to help too.

or, I mean, CBG is offering to help.

Bubbles’s reply doesn’t come until a few hours later. It’s presumably after that project work he mentioned, and definitely after Luka’s had some time to play out the rest of the shakes before he goes busking. His phone buzzes with the notification just as he’s about to leave, and what Bubbles has to say makes his stomach churn and his blood run both hot and cold.

From: itsdjbubbles wait. wait wait wait. hold on i just scrolled your posts.

CBG is *Marinette Dupain-Cheng?*

ohhhhhhh my dude you are in for it now.

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lcngview · 5 years ago

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✈️ — ⌜park jimin, cismale, cis male⌟ ↝ have you heard ? it seems like the heir of the HAE was very close to Liam Yu too. they go by ISAAC and they were Liam's MUSE. their network is of 87M and they’re only TWENTY FOUR … what a burden it must be. i heard they can be very ENERGETIC and LIGHT-HEARTED but these last few months, their RESTLESS and EMOTIONAL personality has been showing more. the media is sure having a filled day with them! i hope this road trip with friends will help them. did you know that LATE NIGHTS AT THE DANCE STUDIO, NEW TATTOOS THAT HIS PARENTS CAN’T SEE, A GRILLED CHEESE WITH TRUFFLE OIL AND HANGING OUT WITH THE FAMILY DOG DURING DINNER PARTIES really show their true persona ? maybe Liam was the only one who knew that.

hello my darlings!! i’m lis and this is my cinnamon roll isaac. he’s a old muse of mine that i’ve decided to repurpose so there’s still some random holes in his backstory i still have to figure out so pls excuse me. i’m kind of a hot mess all the time honestly but ily all already and im v excited to start writing with you! you can find me on discord ( *𝙡𝙞𝙨.#2158 ) or we can just chat on tumblr <3

oh also you can find isaac’s pinterest here! its not totally finished but u know.

basics.

name: isaac hae gender: cis male. age: twenty-four ( 24 ) sexuality: homosexual. birthday: december 14th. zodiac: sagittarius hometown: new york, ny.

physical.

faceclaim: park jimin. hair: naturally black, currently dyed and styled like this. eyes: brown. build: despite his small stature he has an athletic build with strong legs from dancing.

tattoos: [he has a few artsy ones mostly on his back and ribs where his parents can’t see them but i'm too lazy to list them rn, i’ll get to it eventually jfkjsbjk] height: 5′7″

languages: english, korean

+ traits: energetic, light-hearted - traits: restless, emotional

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bio.

↳ isaac hae was born and raised in new york ctiy as the only child to two real estate developers turned luxury hotel owners in december 1996.

↳ his parents weren’t around much when he was growing up so he was raised mostly by the families butler Simon; as a result, isaac isn’t really all that close to his parents. to this day, despite having lived on his own for the past 6 years he still makes it a point to go to the family estate to see Simon when he can.

↳ isaac was around five when his parents began enrolling him in various afterschool activities; soccer, piano, tennis, archery, but he knew he had no interest in doing any of those things. he wanted to dance. after a few months of begging his mother gave in and enrolled him in a contemporary dance school. while his father was never silent about his dislike for his only son being interested in dance isaac never really cared, he barely saw his dad anyways.

↳ it didn’t take long after he started dancing for his teacher to notice his natural talent and isaac quickly became the most skilled dancer in his year, the competition trophies and metals quickly filling up the bookshelf in his bedroom.

↳ when isaac was around twelve his mom was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer almost out of the blue. this dropped a bomb on his relatively normal life up until that point. the next nine months were spent in and out of hospitals as his mom got treatment from the best doctors in the world. despite the fact that he was never all that close to her the fact that she was sick and not getting better made him rethink their relationship, she was his mom after all.

↳ after his mom passed isaac spent the next few years throwing himself into dance more than usual while the relationship with his father quickly deteriorated. the only time his father made it a point to talk to his son was to ask about school and how the college search was going, only interested in the future reputation of the company his son would take over.

↳ isaac eventually graduated high school and ran off to college, wanting to escape being under his father's thumb as quickly as possible. this was where he met liam. the older boy had wandered into the dance studio one day while isaac practiced for an upcoming showcase asking if he could watch and while he was confused at first he eventually agreed.

↳ the first few times all liam did was sit in the corner and watch isaac while he practiced, only asking a few questions but not really speaking much beyond a greeting and saying goodbye. by the third or fourth time liam showed up at the studio he didn’t come empty-handed like normal, instead he had a sketchbook which he had immediately opened once isaac started dancing.

↳ it wasn’t until a few weeks had passed that isaac learned what liam had been doing, why he had continued coming to the studio even after that first time and was now sketching him. he had been painting isaac... and not just once either. after some coaxing liam eventually showed isaac the paintings.

↳ it was from that point on that liam and isaac developed an interesting relationship, anytime the older boy was feeling particularly uninspired he would come watch the younger one dance. isaac wasn’t totally sure what it was about his dancing that inspired liam but he didn’t ask, genuinely enjoying the company as he was usually alone in the studio at night. eventually the two became actual friends, keeping in touch even after liam had graduated.

↳ the next few years isaac spent dancing and working towards his business degree (to appease his father and the board of directors) before eventually graduating and moving into one of the penthouse apartments owned by his father's company in downtown new york city.

↳ despite being in the same city as liam (most of the time), with their crazy schedules it was difficult to see each other as often as either one of them would have liked. but liam still made a point to come to the studio to watch him dance when he had time.

↳ currently isaac works for his dad and dances at a nearby studio whenever he’s not at work.

tldr; isaac is just a dancing cinnamon with some parental issues spurring from his moms death and father just not being around.

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personality.

isaac can be a sassy little shit when he wants to be, typically always joking around and always in a good mood. it’s very rare to see this boy have an off day. despite this isaac has the most insane worth ethic which is why he is either practicing at the studio or working, rarely letting himself have any sort of off time (he prefers it this way tbh). at the end of the day isaac is really just a giant ball of sunshine wrapped up in a cinnamon roll. all he wants is to be your friend and make sure you feel loved. (he doesn’t always save a lot of that love for himself though asfjhg)

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headcanons.

↳ third generation korean-american, his grandparents moved to the states in the early 1960′s.

↳ despite being comfortable with his sexuality he hasn’t totally come out of the closet to his family and doesn’t see that happening anytime soon. outside of his friends, he tries to keep his sexual preferences on the down-low, not wanting the media to get wind of it.

↳ is NOT a morning person, never was and probably never will be. the only time isaac doesn’t have his sunshine personality on full display is in the first couple hours after he wakes up so he makes it a point to avoid everyone until he feels more like himself.

↳ isaac is absolutely terrible about his phone. it’s always dead or broken (despite being able to buy a brand new one) and he almost prefers it that way. this boy always has at least 17 unread texts and 9 missed calls at all times. if you are trying to get in contact with him it’s best to just give up.

↳ while in college he did his best to keep his family's wealth a secret, not wanting people to look at him differently just because he had a large trust fund waiting for him.

↳ it wasn’t until a couple years ago that isaac realized he had a crush on liam and it scared the crap out of him. almost immediately after he came to the realization he knew liam could never find out and shoved the feelings deep down. isaac valued their friendship too much to ruin it but now kind of regrets not saying anything now.

↳ the duality this boy possesses is almost comical. day to day he is just isaac, the ball of sunshine and happiness most people know him to be but the moment he steps into that dance studio he turns into a different person. he becomes the type of person you probably wouldn’t want to bring home to your parents. isaac can turn this side of him on and off like a switch though most of the time he doesn’t realize that he is even doing it in the first place.

#mytime; intro #* ♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ⧼ 𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚎 ⧽ ⋰ * ✧ intro.#this is almost obnoxiously long #and honestly kinda terrible #so if u make it through i'm v proud

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g0ldpainted · 7 years ago

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24th December - CtC’17

How the chocobros spend Christmas with their S/O

Hey guys :)

Merry Christmas! I hope you had a great day!

We’re so close to this coming to an end, it actually makes me sad D: We got 3 more days to go: one for tomorrow, one to make up for missing the 1st December and one to make up for the 21st. I hope you could, so far, enjoy this.

Words: 2600+

Genre: Fluff I guess ^^

Spoilers: Late game spoilers for Ignis

Noctis:

The prince usually starts off the day by waking his S/O with breakfast in bed that he - for once - made himself. Much to everyone's surprise, he's not even that bad of a cook - he just doesn't like cooking. They'll both enjoy some early Christmas movies on TV while they eat their thorough breakfast. Intimate gifts are exchanged throughout the morning because they'll head over to the citadel in the evening and usually don't want the king to ruin it. Those gifts can be expensive jewelry, a photo book consisting of all the photos they took that year or also something that's a tad bit awkward such as plushies. They really just exchange gifts that they don't want the king to see, some other ones will be spared for later. After that, they'll just play some games before ultimately getting ready. Although it's really "just" Noctis' father and Regis always insists on how he doesn't want Noctis' partners to see him as the king, they both put on fancy clothes. While his S/O is still getting ready, Noctis cleans the place. Once either are dressed up and ready to go, it's actually Ignis that drives them to the citadel. But you bet Ignis will get a little gift and some hugs, too. Noctis won't just take his service for granted.

Regis only invites his son over for Christmas but he can, if he wants, bring his partner. Due to all the days Noctis' spent alone in his room, Regis loves to see him with some company. It also warms his heart to know that his usually so gloomy son can be so incredibly happy. He also firmly believes that Noctis won't just bring anyone to the citadel, only the lovers that he truly does love with all his being and knows he wants to keep forever. And that's true.

At the citadel, Regis will be waiting with a huge, luxury dinner. The place is covered in Christmas decorations and tons of lights - the tree is insane as well. Once the dinner is over, they'll just talk for a while - which is, admittedly, quite awkward for his S/O. It'll be Regis that leads them towards the chimney and tree to unpack some gifts. Of course, he got something for Noctis' potential spouse, too. And you bet that just makes this whole thing a little more awkward - especially if they'd only been dating for a bit - because that gift is bound to be expensive. Even if Regis doesn't want to admit it, since his dear wife died, he had been quite lonely, too. Now that Noctis' partly moved out, he just feels even lonelier and is always happy when his son comes around. Buying expensive gifts is one form for him to express his gratitude. However, of course, Noctis' S/O can't afford such a pricey gift.. But of course, they got one for the king as well. To be honest, it's quite the joke besides Regis' gift for them. Nonetheless, Regis is grateful. He would never complain about a "cheap" gift.

To ease the mood a little, they might be playing some board games afterward while some alcohol flows. Yes, even Regis drinks like a madman. Sometime later, their ways will part. Noctis and his S/O will head to Noctis' room at the citadel. If they're gonna extend the night by some little lovemaking or not is up to them but you bet he'll cuddle them all night long and continuously shower them with kisses.

He once again realizes that he loves them incredibly much and can't imagine anyone else besides him.

Prompto:

He'll be like a little kid. Full of excitement, happy, eyes shining brighter than anything. And he actually can't sleep because he's excited to spend Christmas with his S/O.. Instead of alone. Aside from that, he's looking forward to seeing his S/O's eyes when they see the gift he bought them.

So, because he's full of excitement, he wakes up incredibly early. And he will definitely wake up S/O as well. He kisses their neck repeatedly and whispers that it's Christmas and time to get up. It's way too early.. Honestly, no one, except for Prompto, wants to get up that early. Once he's nagged his S/O for long enough, he'll get up and they'll start their day off by sharing a bath. Innocently. They'll cuddle, hold each other, help each other get clean while they talk about all kinds of things. Prompto will even give them a massage - which ends up taking them to a level of relaxation that almost makes them fall asleep again. Actually, he'll pamper them throughout the entire day.

After that, he'll prepare some breakfast for them. That's typically heart-shaped or Christmas tree-shaped pancakes. You bet he'll take approximately 5k photos of every single situation. He really just wants this day to be full of happiness, even though he can be a little annoying at times.

The moment he puts the plates on their table, he'll turn on some festive music. He's also totally rocking an ugly Christmas sweater and bought a matching one for his S/O. Once they're done eating breakfast, they'll bake some cookies together that they can snack later while watching some movie. While waiting for them to finish baking, he'll shower them with kisses and cuddles again. Prompto really is grateful that he has the love of his life by his side and won't have to spend Christmas alone like he usually does.

As soon as the cookies are done, they'll flop down on the couch and enjoy their favorite movie while, of course, snuggling. He'll run his hands through his S/O's hair and gently rub their back whenever he can. He's very touchy - yet never with any intentions other than showing them how much he loves them. They'll eventually take another nap and by the time they wake up in each other's arms, it's already time for dinner. Usually, Prompto would prefer going out as he isn't exactly the best cook but because he prefers to be a home, he tries his hardest to deliver them a proper, edible meal.

After eating, they'll get to unwrapping the gifts and he gets overly excited again. Watching them unwrap their gifts to carefully, ensuring not to damage the gift, makes him feel so warm inside he just really wants to hold them 24/7. But he manages to contain himself. When it's his turn, he's about ready to cry from joy. It's been a while since he received a gift on Christmas. And even then, he usually unwrapped it on his own while listening to some tunes. He actually starts tearing up when he sees what they got him. Being with them, spending his Christmas with them makes him so incredibly happy, he can't hold back some happy tears and himself from repeatedly telling them how much he loves them. All he needs to end the day on a perfect note is to hold them close to him, feel their heartbeat, hear them breathe.

Ignis: (this plays after ffxv = spoiler ahead!)

He's actually considering it a normal day and if it weren't for his S/O, he wouldn't do anything on it. No tree, no special food, no decorations - no nothing. That's how he usually spend Christmas. But now that he is stupidly in love, he actually wants to celebrate a little. Only with them, of course.

Since he's used to getting up early due to his work as an advisor, he also gets up extremely early on Christmas. However, he ensures he won't wake his S/O, merely places a kiss on their cheek before crawling out of bed and heading into the kitchen. He starts his day off sipping some ebony coffee while cleaning, then proceeds to prepare some delicious breakfast for them. Just like Noctis, he'll treat them to breakfast in bed. Honestly, Noctis totally copied it from him. He surely asked Ignis for advice. To wake them, he gently rubs their back, draws hearts on their back and even gives them a careful massage before finally kissing them. While they eat breakfast, he'll turn on the TV so his S/O can watch an episode of their favorite show. He'll gladly listen to it, too. If they prefer to talk to him, he's all up for that, too. If they wanna cuddle a little more, he's totally in as well. This is a chill day, even for him, all he wants is to spend time with the one he treasures the most.

When they're finally ready to start the day, they'll take a shower together. After a more or less steamy shower (depending on how they feel), he'll invite them to join him on a walk through the nearby park. They walk with their hands intertwined and stop for some quick cuddling every now and then - basically whenever his S/O spots something romantic and feels the need to kiss their boyfriend. Ignis will totally treat them to ice cream or any other shop they pass by.. Only if it's opened, of course. After their walk, he actually has to start with dinner preparations. He really wants this dinner to be something special and memorable. This is the first time in a while that he's spending Christmas with someone he's comfortable with and that he loves with all his heart, this has to be special. He'll totally roll out a five-course meal. Only the best for his S/O.

If they want to help, he'll gladly accept their help but he's also fine with them just watching some movie or texting some friends - really anything. But he'd certainly approve of them hugging him from behind and giving him some company. That's one of his weaknesses right there.

Once the dinner is ready, they're definitely going to enjoy this fancy meal together at a table. Candlelight dinner style. He needs some help with the candles, though. Since he can’t see them it’s too dangerous. But while his S/O is lighting them up, he grabs some fine wine for them to savor.

After they're done eating and literally rolling over to the Christmas tree, they're unwrapping gifts. Both decided against buying expensive stuff beforehand. For Ignis, Christmas wasn't about expensive gifts but being with someone he loves. Sure, he would buy them expensive stuff and he surely will someday but he does appreciate that they chose against doing so.. For now. He loves hearing how happy they are and totally melts when he unwraps his own gift. He just loves how much effort and thought they put into it.

At the end of the day, he's way too exhausted for any fun bed activity - the cooking wore him out as he really had to concentrate not to mess things up to accidentally reach out for the wrong spice. But he'll hold onto them tightly and shower them with kisses for as long as he can before he dozes off. That feeling, being so secure, so loved is what he missed for so long. He doesn't ever want to miss it again.

Gladiolus:

Honestly, the only reason he ever celebrated was Iris. He wanted her to have a good time. Due to his father being fairly cold and his mothers early passing, he never really felt like celebrating it, saw no point in it. But when he met his S/O, he eventually started changing his mind.

On the morning of Christmas, he gets up fairly early. Not as early as Ignis would, but pretty close to it. The first thing he does is ruffle through their hair before going for a run and starting his workout. Unlike all the other chocobros, he won't make breakfast for his S/O. Why? He honestly didn't think of it. By the time he comes back, his S/O is already in the kitchen, preparing their food. He can't miss on a chance to hug them from behind and of course, is willing to help them. However, him helping them ends up in lots of butt squeezing and sexual innuendos. They actually have to pause making food to join him for some steamy shower action. Afterwards, the couple resumes to preparing their late breakfast. It could easily be considered early lunch, though. While they're eating, Gladio starts taking over. He turns on some Christmas music and starts setting the mood.

Since it's the last opportunity for this year, they head to a Christmas market right after. They quickly find themselves drawn to some glass ornaments that they immediately buy. Gladio also buys the jewelry that his S/O thought about buying. Honestly, anything his S/O likes, he’ll buy. On top of that, they're also drinking some glogg. Time flies if you're having fun!

Because they're a little late, they skip watching some movie and instead immediately hop into preparations for when Iris comes over. Although Gladiolus wishes to just be alone with his S/O all day so he could devour them over and over again, he can't bring himself to decline his sister coming over. He loves her, too, and the thought of her spending Christmas all alone makes him sad.

Once she's arrived, the table is already set and some cake is arranged. This time, Gladio managed to help making the cake and actually shared lots of laughs with his S/O instead of building up some sexual tension between them. Needlessly to say, Iris is very happy and grateful she's allowed to come over. Honestly, she can probably read her brothers face and knows exactly what's up. At first, it's not planned that she stays for dinner - but she does. While his S/O prepares dinner, Iris and Gladio play some random board game. But whenever his beloved S/O calls, he's up and ready to help. Also, he asked if he should help before he started playing with Iris.

When they're eating dinner, Iris actually spills that she got some gifts for both of them. They're self-made which makes this all the cuter. Of course, Gladio got something for her as well. In the name of him and his S/O, he hands it over as well. Seeing her eyes shine so brightly with that huge smile all over her face warms his heart tremendously. He's glad that he didn't deny her coming over - he would've regretted that.

Once she leaves, he's ready to return all attention back to his S/O. After he cleans up, they're watching some Christmas movie while cuddling. Right as it's over, Gladio remembers he actually had a surprise planned for them. Even though they both decided against buying gifts for one another, he couldn't hold back. It wasn't something expensive though.

While they wait for him to return, he changes his clothes into some Sexy Santa costume. And it's literally just a Christmas mankini and a matching beanie. Only. Covering. His. Privates. Honestly, it was more fun than him actually thinking he looked good in that but he couldn't resist buying it. Now, the gift wasn't exactly him wearing this.. But how he'd take care of them.

Once he's gotten over how surprisingly good he looks in it, he confidently heads out to his S/O who's eyes immediately pop out. Funny but still eye candy. You bet they started making out right away and that quickly escalated into him finally getting his proper dessert.. And then it went further and further until both ended up falling asleep beside each other, naked and only covered by a blanket. This was about them, he wanted to make them feel as good as he could. And he definitely succeeded. As he woke up in the middle of the night, their peaceful face turned towards him, he feels his heart die from such cuteness. He loves them with all his heart and he always would.

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diagnosedblog · 7 years ago

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Pretty much anything Mileven (calling El, El not Jane) with fluff or angst or anything really but preferably while there still young (shortly post season two)

Word Count: 3k

Rating T: Occasional language

Pairing(s): Mike/Eleven

Content:

Chill!Mike - not as nervous or fidgety

Growing!El - has grown on her knowledge but still struggles with things

Limited telekinesis - she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Mike so she keeps them to a minimum.

Enough fluff but probably not enough bc this is horrible and it’s my first request please spare ily anon

okay let’s DO THIS

(please enjoy it and thank you for the prompt) - Diagnosedblog

January 11th, 1985

7:40 PM

Jim & Jane Hopper Residence

“7-4-0.”

She read this and sighed. Hopper was nowhere to be found, and El was becoming very bored.

After what happened with the gate closing and the previous events, El had decided to simply relax and enjoy being able to sit down and breathe. She still had to hide for the remainder of the year so everyone made sure to keep her under wraps. However, things were no longer as hectic as they used to be and she could finally be with her family and friends. She had more time to be with Mike now and that was the cherry on top; spending time with him. Even a day without him seemed to be a struggle now that they were able to see each other. She had grown used to their separation, and she was glad it was over.

Hopper was out because apparently someone had taken a lawn mower from farmer Merrill’s shed and used it to mow obscene images into the free grass outside of his field. Merrill was absolutely furious and insisted that it was one of Eugene’s ‘hooligan friends’, and he refused to lay it to rest. Hopper went to go question Eugene, only to find out the same thing happened to him. Both men went to the station and were going off completely on one another, and Hopper had to stay to help calm them down and gather more details. He would be home at around 8:40 or 9, beeping “HOME BY NINE” in Morse code.

This left El free to do as she pleased and she didn’t mind, to begin with. She had eaten 7 Eggos, watched 10 soap operas, took 2 naps, read 4 magazines, and attempted to fix the broken radio (which proceeded to explode).

She lay there, dazed and still extremely bored. She no longer wanted the house to herself as she had nothing to do; she had no work to do because she was not yet enrolled in school, and she had already finished her daily practices (she was home-schooled at the moment). There was nothing interesting for her to (try) to read, and she had watched a majority of the soap operas on the television. Everything else was trash on a screen. El wanted Hopper to come home so he could teach her how to play board games tonight, but since he was out she had no guide. She didn’t understand the directions and playing without them was pointless, so she gave up. Board games aside, El really just wanted to call Mike and maybe talk to the Party (except Max - there was still bad blood there). She had trouble working the phone and also didn’t know the Wheeler’s number though, so there was no hope. She laid there, contemplating life.

Suddenly, there was an unfamiliar knock at the door. It wasn’t the secret knock, but it wasn’t alarming either. It was quiet yet simple. Almost as if this person was being cautious or trying to hide. El had been taught by Hopper to never open this door for anyone else under any circumstances and these rules still applied to her even after she no longer had to hide but this person didn’t seem threatening. She pondered on whether to hide and let the mysterious person leave, or just to crack the door open a bit.

She decided to do neither and simply turned the porch light on, looking out of the window onto the porch. When she saw them her eyes grew wide and she quickly scurried to the door and opened it.

The mysterious person had been Mike. Having been grounded, he snuck out of his basement and took his bike up the trail to the woods, as he hadn’t seen El since Christmas Day in late December. They greeted each other with a hug.

“Hey, El.”

“Hey, Mike.”

Having Mike here really brightened up her mood. The boredom was starting to consume her, and she had been wanting to see him for a while, but now that he was here things were looking up; this night wouldn’t so boring after all.

“I brought you some chocolate candies since I know you like them. Maybe you can put them on your waffles.”

“Thanks, I will put them in the fridge. I’m too full to eat anything else.”

She smiled as she took them from his hand and headed to the kitchen. As she went to go put the chocolates away, she noticed Mike was still standing awkwardly at the door.

He noticed her puzzled face and grew flustered. “What’s wrong?”

“Why are you still standing? You may sit after all.”

“Oh. Right.”

She stifled a giggle. Even after knowing for 2 years he was still a nervous wreck, and she thought it sweet.

He quickly took a seat and casually watched the television. “I got the candy from Dustin - he had a bunch of chocolate left over from our last campaign.”

Dustin and leftover food was a suspicious combo. “Is it safe to eat?”

Mike laughed. “Yes, it is, this time at least. He had a bunch of other weird candy that no one wanted and tried to shove it at me, but I just threw it back at him because of no one like honeysuckers.”

This made her grin cheekily as she came up with an idea. As Mike stayed on the couch, she quietly went through the kitchen drawers until she found a pack of uneaten jelly beans. She turned back to him from behind and began to aim. A lift of her hand and a swift wave-

FLICK.

Mike felt the back of his head in confusion. It was something had been thrown at him, like a little piece of paper. He looked around and saw El in the kitchen, who had sneakily pretended to look for something in the pantry. He didn’t find any answers and decided to just ignore it. He impatiently waited for El on the couch. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Oh, just potato crunches.” While she actually picked out 3 more jelly beans.

“Oh okay. I’ll just be here. On the couch still.”

“I’ll be in there just a second.”

THUMP.

Okay, now he knew he wasn’t imagining things. Three tiny objects had basically been launched at his head and he knew who was responsible.

“Hey!”

He turned to find her giggling like a giddy little girl while holding a whole jar of beans.

“Stop throwing candy at me!”

“No. It’s fun.”

She proceeded to launch 5 more beans, but Mike ducked quickly.

“Stop it!”

El just laughed. She was clearly enjoying this.

Seeing her laugh really lightened the mood for Mike. She had never laughed so fluidly before and he loved how happy she sounded. Wait, no. No candy fights - they would make a huge mess and El might break something.

Mike huffed. “Give me the bowl.”

“Nope.”

“Fine, I’ll just take it.”

He got up and walked towards, reaching for it when-

WOOSH.

The bowl was 7 feet in the air.

“El, give me the bowl.”

“No.”

Mike tried to jump for it, but she only lifted it higher.

“Please?”

Mike pleaded with his eyes, which she found charming but ineffective.

“Okay.”

He went for it as it was lowered and-

WOOSH - thump thump thump.

She had levitated it again, but tilted it, so that about 7 pieces fell on Mike’s head.

He looked at the pieces on the floor but kept his head down. He decided it was better to play along. If she wants to play dirty, we’ll play dirty, he thought, smiling to himself.

“Okay..since we’re doing this..” he said, still facing the floor.

He jolted to the kitchen, catching El off guard and thundered through the cabinet doors to find more candies. El grabbed more beans and began to hurl them at Mike but her attempts to slow him weren’t successful, as he found a whole bowl of candy.

“GAME ON!” he screamed as he threw the candy.

El shrieked as about 10 things of candy were hurled at her. At first, she was frightened because she didn’t want Mike to throw them too hard, but the fear subsided when he literally completely missed her and basically threw candy at the fridge.

She bee-lined out of the kitchen as Mike threw multiple piles of jelly beans, laughing maniacally. El suddenly remembered the whipped cream in the top drawer to the right, and she snatched it out when she got back to the kitchen. Mike’s face dropped at the speed of light, as the can was levitated and suddenly sprayed everywhere. The whole living room was soaked - it was snowing whip cream. Mike covered himself and bolted into her bedroom, slamming the door where he could shelter himself.

“Try and get me now!”

“Damn you, Michael!” She learned that one from Miss Wheeler.

She chuckled as she set the can down and sat at the door. Part of her was exhausted, but the other part of her could have done this forever.

Mike was sitting on the other side. “El?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“I just wanna say..” Suddenly the door opened and El flew to the ground.

“Hey!”

“I found the spare can!” He snickered as held it directly in front of her face. “You better run!” She quickly got off her feet and ran out of the room. That’s what she gets for sneaking the second can into her room.

They did these things all night, and Eleven was truly having a good time. Though she did love his calm and kind demeanor, she loved Mike like this too - fun-loving and wild.

They threw and used every piece of candy and junk they could get their hands on - Skittles (“Taste the rainbow sucker!”), chips, whipped cream, waffles, even a piece of cake. The floor was basically destroyed with cream and crushed candy and snacks. You would’ve thought someone sprayed the place with a fire hydrant, as the walls were splattered with everything from syrup to flour. The kids looked even worse - El was covered in everything from Eggo crumbs to cinnamon, and Mike looked even worse with sugar in his hair and a powder covered face, with whip cream up his nose. Eleven found this especially hilarious, especially when it came out whenever he sneezed. He looked so adorable when he wrinkled his nose.

“I don’t find anything funny about this.” He pouted.

“I do.”

He looked at her as she laughed and giggled. This time he was able to truly look at her. She looked so pretty even covered in sugar and messy smashed chocolate. Her smile was still infectious as hell, and Mike couldn’t help but stare. It made him happy to see her so happy and to have so much fun with her doing something so ridiculous. It amazed him that this was the girl he loved, but he didn’t regret it in the least.

El loved that Mike had gone from being the party pooper to being the life of the party in just a matter of jelly beans. She hadn’t expected him to get into so quickly, or to have so much fun. It was so adventurous; throwing Skittles and Hershey’s and expired candy that elderly people gave you and pouring flour all over the place. The whipped cream was the best part - Mike has sprayed directly at her and running all the place had been a pure blast. She was basically in confectionery bliss; the boy of her dreams was acting crazy with her and enjoying every second of it.

She happily munched on a skittle she found in her pocket while continuing to think about it.

“I thought you were full.”

“Well, I’m not anymore, so haha.”

Mike let out a weird giggle that caused her to laugh quietly. Another great thing about him - his weird giggle. It sounded very odd, but it was still contagious. It was beautiful in its own way.

“El?”

“Yes?”

“I had a really great time with you. I thought we were just gonna watch TV, but this is way better.” He pointed to the ceiling, which was dripped with fresh cake dough. They had basically used everything in the kitchen.

“It would be funny if that fell on you.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it would.”

“I think it will.”

“I bet you 10 bucks it won’t.”

“I don’t have 10 bucks.”

“Better find some.”

“Hmph.”

They quietly laid there, eyeing the fan to see if the cake stuff would actually fall. It did.

Eleven was in pure giggle fits as Mike wiped soggy cake mix off his face.

“You get some too!” He laughed as he slathered some on her.

“Gross!” She exclaimed

Mike cackled. “I’ll get it off just wait.”

“No, let me get it.” She said as he attempted to get up and wipe it off.“No, I got it just let me-”

He stopped as their faces got closer together, blushing very hard. Mike hadn’t realized he was that close to her when he went to focus on the cake mix and he had crawled in between her legs. He thought of getting out of her personal space so not to seem rude, but he didn’t do this. Instead, he leaned in, slowly but surely, and placed a small peck on her lips. They were soft even while dirty, and very comforting. It tasted like sugar and passion. It sounded corny, but it was the most honest he could’ve been. He almost kissed her again and then he realized what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry. I should’ve given you a heads up, that was rude-”

Mike was interrupted by the crashing of lips onto his. El smiled as she held him in a smooth, but short little kiss, full of affection and silliness. She’d never kissed him like this before; the kiss was either really emotional or just rushed, but this was different. It was more joyful, more giddy and playful. Mike enjoyed it.

She pulled back and saw that Mike’s eyes were closed. He must’ve really liked it because he didn’t open them until she snapped her fingers.

“Mike?”

“Huh? Oh. I’m okay.” He chuckled nervously. El frowned; she didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.

“I apologize.”

“What? No! It was amazing. I mean.. Really good. Cool. Yeah.”

She grinned at the nervous goof in front of her. “I love you, Mike. I really do.”

Mike smiled, face as red as a tomato. “I really do, too. Love you, that is.”

El laid back down, resting herself as Mike regained his composure. All the excitement had tired her out.

She felt Mike’s fingers intertwine with her, and instantly felt at ease. His soft, warm hands served as a forgiveness for the mess they had made, and both children blissfully fell asleep.

Eleven woke up first. She had had a very good nap, albeit on the floor, and she turned to see Mike still knocked out. He was cute while he slept; the silent breathing and the way he would slightly twitch here and there. She decided to get and check the time to see if Hopper was close. She immediately panicked.

“8-3-0! No! Dad is going to be furious!”

Mike groggily awoke. “What time is it?” Then he saw the clock.

“Shit! We only have 30 minutes to clean this whole house!’

Fear started to set in as the two realized the severity of their mess. Everything was basically vandalized with dry and sticky food as well as littered with candy.

“What am I going to do?” El mumbled to herself sadly.

“I’ll help you clean up. We have to hurry though.”

She perked up. “Of course. I will get the broom.”

“I’ll get the mop. Then we’ll do what else is necessary. Let’s go!”

They spent the next 25 minutes cleaning up what they could. It was definitely grueling; you would’ve thought there was a supernatural war going on, as paper towels and brooms and cleaning supplies flew back and forth along the house. It gave Mike a lot to keep up with and Eleven several nosebleeds and a big headache, but it had to be done.

At about 8:55 PM, the work was finally finished. Mike had just vacuumed the last of the candy, and after putting back in the closet, collapsed on the now clean couch as El sat there in her blankie, popcorn in hand (the only thing not used in the food battle). He looked at her with tired eyes and scoffed. “You get to sit there and eat while I clean. I’m underappreciated.” El playfully rolled her eyes at her silly boy. He smiled at her, all teeth, as they held hands until Mike decided it was time to leave. “I love you,” he said as he enclosed her in a tight hug. “I love you too, Mike.” She returned the hug warmly, and then he quickly got on his bike and peddled home.

Hopper came home shortly after Mike had biked home so he didn’t know the boy had been there. He didn’t notice anything at first, though he did note the house seemed cleaner than usual. “Hey, kid. I trust you been good.” He ruffled his daughter’s hair and let out a sigh of relief at finally getting home. “You been anywhere today?” “No.” “Good. Don’t want you to be in any danger out there.” He said gruffly as he rummaged through the fridge. Then he noticed it - the Eggos was completely gone. He turned back to Eleven who was completely lost in the television, holding the empty box. “Did you eat this whole thing?” She turned to face him and for a brief second Hopper saw worry in her eyes. “Umm…yes.”

He grew suspicious quickly. “Why?”

“…I was hungry.”

“There was plenty of leftover food.”

“It looked gross.” A blatant lie. The food actually was delicious, but she had eaten the waffles first and was too full to get to it.

Hopper grew irritated. “C’mon kid we talked about this. You can’t not eat just because it doesn’t look good. It’s still good for you, you can’t live off of waffles, alright?”

She nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just eat real food next time.” He started to walk towards his room when he noticed the fan was on but was going really slowly. He flicked it off, and El heard a strange gooey noise. Then she remembered: she’d forgotten to get the fan!

Hopper took note of the house again and walked back towards her, perplexed. “Hey, kid did you clean the house-”

SCHLOOP.

Sticky, soggy cake dough. All over him. Hopper stood there for a moment, pondering whatever it was that hit him when he realized it. “My cake mix?” She stayed awkwardly silent.

“Why in the hell was this on the ceiling?” He growled, turning to his daughter accusingly.

El didn’t know whether to feel bad for him or laugh at how he looked covered in dough.

“I can explain.”

Hopper slowly wiped it from his face. “Oh trust me. You will.”

As he went to go clean himself off, El recapped the evening’s events. She knew she would be in deep trouble. She didn’t care much though.

She remembered the fun she had and how much she had loved being with Mike that whole time. Throwing food, running around, sleeping on the floor, cake dough on Mike’s face; it was all brilliant.

A word she’d learned from Flo at the station. Perfect to describe the night.

Wait.

Mike owed her ten dollars.

Fun fact: Potato crunches are her weird names for potato chips. Just so you know lmao.

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #st #st 2 #mileven #mike x eleven #prompt #request

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gaveherhearttotheliontattoo · 4 years ago

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Title: Once Upon A December - Chapter 6

Pairing: Swanfire

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: None that I know of

Prompt: Emma doesn’t remember anything except that she comes from the Enchanted Forest. The first 8 years of her life are a blur but she does have a necklace to help her find her way… And apparently a man who thinks she could be the missing princess. Emma doesn’t know what to think except that it’s her only way to get back to the Enchanted Forest so if this Neal guy thinks she could be this princess she will go along with it. Love and family will find their way.

Series: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Taglist: @sassyandclassy94, @swanfireheart, @notalwaysthevillian

Emma kicked at the rock in front of her and flung her hands in the air, they’d been walking miles at this point. “Are we going to walk to the Enchanted Forest?”

Neal pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll take a boat in Weselton.”

“Oh, then we’re walking to Weselton.” Emma was thrilled she could annoy Neal. He’d been such a grump since she’d met him it made it too easy to bother him.

“No, Your Grace, we’re taking a bus.” Neal was ready to say forget it to the whole goal.

“A bus...that’s nice.”

August rushed ahead, hoping to diffuse the tension. “Ruby!”

Emma stopped and looked between the two men while Pongo trotted over to the river they were walking along. “Who’s Ruby?”

August threw his hands in the air and then clutched at his heart. “Who’s Ruby?” He took Emma’s hands in his and spun her in a circle. “She’s a tender little morsel, with the fire of a wolf.”

“August, ix-nay on the uby-ray.”

August ignored Neal. He was really bringing down the mood. “She has the will of a stallion and the fight of a lion.”

“Is this a person or a wild animal?” Emma couldn’t stop smiling, it was nice to feel happy.

“She’s the King’s closest friend, the godmother to the princess.”

Emma’s smile quickly faded, her shackles rising again. “But I thought we were going to see the king himself. Why are we going to see her? Neal?”

Neal leaned against the bridge, crossing his ankles and arms. “Well, nobody gets near the King without convincing Ruby first.”

Emma’s mouth opened. But what could she say? She had to convince someone she was the princess, before going on to convince another person she was the princess? She didn’t even know if she was the princess. How was she supposed to convince someone so close to the family that she was?

“Oh, no,” Emma decided, “Not me. Nobody ever told me I had to prove I was the Princess.”

Neal was not prepared for this reaction and had wished August would have kept his mouth shut. “Look, I-”

“Show up? Yes. Look nice? Fine. But lie?”

Neal pushed himself off the railing. “You don’t know it’s a lie. What if it’s true?” Neal watched Emma pace, short strands of hair blowing around that she had to keep flicking off her face. He didn’t know if it was a lie either but they’d already come this far. “Look, so there’s one more stop on the road to finding out who you are. I just thought this was something you had to see through to the end, no matter what.”

Emma stopped and stared at the man she was trusting. Oh, he was good. “But look at me, Neal. I’m not exactly princess material here.”

Neal looked her up and down, shrugged. “Uh…”

Emma’s eyes widened and she snarled. “Oh!” She stalked away, furious. She leaned against the railing over the bridge, staring at the rippling water.

August watched them, both frustrated and falling in love. He walked to Emma and looked over the railing with her. “Tell me, what do you see?”

Emma sighed. “I see a skinny little nobody, with no past, and no future.”

August bumped his shoulder against hers. “I see an engaging and fiery young woman who, on a number of occasions, has shown a regal command equal to any royal in the world.” August looked at her. “And I’ve known my fair share of royalty.”

Neal strolled over, sick of waiting and a little jealous August was able to get Emma to smile. “So, are you ready to become the Princess Emilia?” Emma walked off and August groaned. “What?”

August went to Emma and took one of her hands in his. “There’s nothing left for you back there. Everything is in the Enchanted Forest.”

Emma walked around. Running her hands through her short hair. Could she really do this, convince someone who’s known this family for decades that she was the princess? The men certainly thought she looked the part, but she knew absolutely nothing about being a princess, or about the princess. What were her other options though? These guys were at least trying to offer her a future, and she’d always been a quick learner. Perhaps she could do this.

“Okay gentlemen, start your teaching.”

August stepped up and put an arm around her shoulders. “Well, you were born in a palace by the sea and started learning to ride horseback when you were only three.”

“Wait, I rode horses?” Emma was baffled, what kind of life could she have had had she not been lost.

Neal nodded. “You were wild.”

“But you’d behave,” August said. “Your father just had to give you a look. Now, we’ve lots more to teach you. Let’s start with your posture, shoulders back and stand up tall.”

“But don’t just walk, try to float.”

Emma stepped tentatively, one foot, then the next. “I feel ridiculous.” Emma stopped, dropping her hands to her sides. The encouraging looks of the two men in front of her had her trying the walk again. After feeling like she was making some progress with floating she turned to Neal. “Now?”

Neal tucked one arm against his stomach, one foot behind the other, and bowed. “Now you try it.”

Emma copied him. “What happens now?”

August looked to Neal and waited for him to get the hint. He watched Neal straighten his shoulders and reach for Emma’s hand. The expression on her face could only be described as shock. August swelled with triumph. “Your hand receives a kiss.”

Emma fought snatching her hand to her chest after Neal had let his lips linger for what felt like longer than necessary. She glanced from Neal to her hand, where a tingle had started to surface. What was that? She wouldn’t have time to give it more thought because the bus they’d been making their way too was waiting.

Taking their seats on the bus, Emma twisted her fingers together. She wanted to trace the spot Neal had kissed but didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that she was still thinking about it. She felt August’s elbow against her ribs and saw him smirking.

“Elbows in and sit up straight. Dinner is a time for impressions.”

“And never slurp the stroganoff,” Neal added. Stroganoff? God, his mind was in a haze.

“I’ve never cared for stroganoff.”

August sat up, catching Neal’s gaze behind Emma’s head. “She said that like a Charming.”

Emma looked between them. “Then what? Dessert and then good night?”

August shook his head. “Next, we memorize the names of the royalty.”

They went through the list, Emma’s head was spinning. How could there be this many people? And what kinds of names were Aurora, Cinderella, and Ariel? Those were almost tame compared to some of the others she had to remember.

“Lastly,” August chimed in. “There are the friends of the royal family. Gepetto, of course.”

“Oh, I remember his friend Cricket.”

The bus pulled to a stop, which was good for Neal since that was not something anyone would know without having some sort of connection to Gepetto, or the royal family. He followed August and Emma off the bus and towards the boat.

August tugged on Neal’s sleeve. He could see the wheels turning in his friends head. “I don’t believe we told her that.”

Neal watched Emma skip up the stairs. Her spirit sure had lifted. All he saw was that eight year old girl who’s blonde curls bounced around her face whenever she ran. No. Stop. He needed to stop letting himself get sucked in to her. It was just a job. Soon enough they’d be going their own way and, even if she wasn’t the princess, he at least helped her get where she wanted to be. However, he hoped for the sake of the shawl in his suitcase and for the king, that this was who they were looking for. He watched her dance with the dog and rolled his shoulders, his feelings be damned.

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Emma turned on her heel, walking out of the bunk room she was sharing with the guys. She shifted around the ball of fabric being held out to her and peered at Neal. “What is that?”

Neal thrust it in her direction. “I bought you a dress.”

Emma picked up the end of it and laughed. She leaned into the bottom of the dress, continuing to laugh at the space. “You bought me a...tent.”

Neal looked through the neck of the dress. “What are you looking for?”

“The circus, I think it’s still in here.”

Disgruntled, Neal shoved the rest of the dress in her hands. “Come on. Just put it on.” He turned and stalked off, throwing his hands in the air.

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August dropped his piece on the board and sat big with his arms crossed, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Checkmate.”

Emma watched as Neal scanned the board, scraping his hands through his hair trying to figure out how to get out of it. Emma gave August a minute to enjoy his victory before clearing her throat. She twirled as they stared at her.

August jumped up to circle her, admiring the form fitting dress. “Wonderful! Marvelous! Oh. And now you are dressed for a ball.” August started to walk her towards a dumbstruck Neal. “And you will learn to dance for one as well. Neal.”

Neal stumbled over his words as he stumbled over his feet. “I’m...I’m not very good at it.”

August pushed them together. “And… 1-2-3, 1-2-3.” August groaned watching the two of them, stiff as boards, push each other around. “No, no, Emma. You don’t lead. Let him.” August moved back and watched the two of them stare at each other.

Neal couldn’t stop staring. The dress he’d thought would “do” for Emma, ended up being perfect. The soft blue clung to her shape, the brown belt around her waist enhancing her figure. The dress billowed as they spun in circles. “That, uh, dress is really beautiful.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes. I mean, it was nice on the hanger, but it looks even better on you. You should wear it.” Oh, good going idiot.

“I am wearing it.”

Okay, time for a nice recovery. “Right, of course. Of course you are. I’m...I’m just trying to give you a, um…” Neal’s words trailed off. What was his problem?

“Compliment?”

“Of course, yes.” Stop saying of course, she heard you the first two times you said it. Just keep pretending you know what you’re doing.

Emma stared into Neal’s eyes, her feet slowing to match his pace. “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”

Neal’s heart thumped. “Kind of lightheaded?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too. Probably from the spinning. Maybe we should stop.” Neal spoke so low he wasn’t even sure he spoke out loud.

Emma couldn’t even find the breath to laugh. “We have stopped.”

Neal sunk closer. “Emma, I…”

Emma lifted her chin. “Yes?”

Pongo barked, snapping the rope that was pulling them together. Neal stepped back, smoothing his hair and wiping his hands on his pants. “You’re doing fine.”

Emma watched him walk away and lifted a hand to her chest. What was that?

#swanfire #swan theif #ouat #once upon a time #daddy charming #once upon a dream #rewrite #emma swan #neal cassidy #baelfire #august booth #tags are open #requests are open #fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #swanfire fanfiction

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lykanthropa · 8 years ago

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Support Class

Chapter 1 - Happy new Year

Mann Co. HQ

Gray Mann looks up from the papers on his desk as the three men enter his office. They are dressed in black, half their face is covered. One of them is a hulk and muscle-packed. They look anything but harmless. They are exactly those men Gray Mann had hired and which he had expected impatiently. He leans back in his chair and lays an arm around his daughter Olivia, who sits on his left thigh. He noticed her skeptical gaze.

The three men are standing with their arms behind their backs in front of Mann's desk. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. I have already expected you.” “In your letter you mentioned that you have an order for us.” Gray Mann smiles at the hulk. “Immediately to proceed to business, hm? I like that.” The old man opens a desk drawer and takes out an envelope from there. He opens it and draws out three photos. He threw it to them at the other end of the desk. They take it into their hands and look at the three men who are depicted on the photos. “In the Badlands there is a mercenary unit with 9 men. These three belong to it. This is the Sniper, the Medic and the Spy. They form the Support Class. These mercenaries bring troubled upon me since a long time. I just don't get rid of them. Mostly I owe this to the support class. If these three men can no longer support the team, it will certainly not be a problem to put the remaining mercenaries away.” “Especially these are to be killed?” “No, no. This time it's not a contract kill. Bring them to me. I still have some bills with them, which I would like to regulate personally.” “They are just old men…” “Don’t underestimate them. They don’t seem so, but they are agile and very intelligent. Especially the Medic. But the Spy is particularly dangerous because he has an apparatus called the "Invisibility Watch", which makes him invisible for a certain time. Moreover, he uses a Disguise Kit, which allows him to turn into any mercenary of the team. So don't be fooled.” “When we do the work, this guy will have no time to do any action at all.” “Very well.” “What does payment look like?” “Of course. This order is very important, so money doesn't matter. $ 200,000 for each of you.” “Why don't we just kill the entire team?” “For a simple reason. They die, and are recalled to life just after a few seconds. They are almost immortal and only I know how to break through this circle. But the Support Class has to disappear.” “Get it.” “At the back of the photos, I have written down the coordinates of the mercenary team. Don’t disappoint me.” The men stow the photos away and leave the office.

“Well, my dear, what do you think of them?” “I don’t know… We can only hope that they will not mess it. Do contract killers know how to kidnap someone anyway? Not that they forget that in the zeal of the fight.” “Hahaha! I have a good feeling. After all, I finally decided for them. I can feel it. This time I can destroy these disgusting mercenaries and pursue my plans. Of course everything would be considerably easier if my stupid brothers had not had their childish feud. But that cannot be changed anymore.” “When I finally grow up I want to be like you.” Olivia puts her arms around her father. “I'm sure you will" he says, stroking her head. “All this will be yours later, and I know you will not disappoint me. You are my only ally.”

Badlands, 31 December 1968, 23: 59h

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!” "Happy new year, mates!" Before the entrance of the base Demoman ignites his self-made rocket. It has the size of a mini zeppelin, which makes it seem as if it was too difficult to take off when the fuse burned down. But finally it starts. First cumbersome, and then it climbs ever faster into the air, where it ultimately explodes in a tremendous burst of light that seems to fill the entire night sky. The colorful sparks float slowly through the air towards the ground. The other 8 Mercs clapped enthusiastically in the hands. “Had never thought that that would really working. Well done, Demo.” “Well, as far as explosions are concerned, I am the expert.” “Let us clink glasses as long as the sky is still colorful.” They all lift their champagne glasses. “Prosit und Hurra! I wish you all a fantastic new year!” “A Happy New Year, guys! Let us this year also to give the Blus and Gray Mann's robot army a kick in the arse!” „Yeeeehaaw!” They all take a big sip from their glass. “Hahh… Dat is good.” “Yeah! We should drink champagne more often.” “Oh, no, that would destroy the peculiarity of the champagne.” “Spy’s right.” “Oh stop it, Demo. You're only love the other brew. Just like Scout.” “Bonk is the best. Basta!” “I like to admit that” answers Demo. “Brr… Let us go in, Heavy. It's cold outside.” “Da, Doktor.” “I also have enough of fireworks today.” Spy is retreating back in the base. “I go to bed. Good night, mates.” Sniper climbed into his van, which he had parked just a few meters before the base entrance. Engineer, Soldier, Scout, Pyro and Demo remain outside.

“How about a round of chess if you're not tired, Heavy?” “I had be glad to. But sometimes I ask myself why Doctor wants to play with me. Heavy is always losing.” Medic puts an arm around his friend. “Don’t worry. Today is New Year's Eve. The day when new resolutions are made for the next year. And your resolution for this year is that you defeat me in chess. I will help you.” “…how Doktor does that mean? Want Doktor let Heavy win?” “Was? Ahaha! No, no. Of course not. I mean, I'll teach you a few tips and tricks and explain you exactly the rules again.” “Thank you, Doktor.” “You’re welcome, Heavy.” Heavy sighs. “What’s wrong?” “I miss the snow.” “Oh? I actually thought you were glad not to have snow around you. I mean, where you come from a snowy country.” “Heavy loves snow. Since childhood. Must not always be snow, but for Christmas and New Year's Eve that would be nice.” “Well, my friend, unfortunately there is no such a thing in the desert. But you’re right. That would be really very nice. I have no seen snow for years. If our job comes to an end here, would you show me Russia?” “Really? You want to see Russia?” “Yes. I have never been in Russia and it would be nice to meet your family. Mother and three sisters, right? What do you think of that?” “Da, Doktor!” “When is the Wedding?” The two turn to the voice. With a cigarette in his mouth, Spy stands leaning against the wall. “Didn’t you want to go to sleep?” “No. I just said I got enough of the fireworks. I hate this noise.” “That's your thing. But don't eavesdrop the conversations of others.” “But Docteur, we are here in the corridor, a public place. I can stay here and cannot do anything for it that you and Fat Man are full-throatedly flirting.” Heavy makes a threatening step towards the French but Medic stops him. “Okay, we get it. You don't have a good mood. Do us a favor and make yourself invisible, ja?” And Spy actually does him the favor. Now the two can only hope that he is really gone…

“Hey, kid. You surely still want to have exploded with me firecrackers, right?” Demo rigs up more rockets. Scout jumps around him. “Yes! Yes, of course! But…please, please, please!” “What please, please, please?” “Can I light it?” “Sure, lad. Here.” Demo lent him the lighter. All that remains are normal rockets, also construed by Demoman. That's why there must have a huge boom behind these, for sure. Soldier, Pyro and Engineer watched as Scout bends down to the bottle in which the rocket is and lights the fuse. “Take a step back!” commands Demo. He has to grab Scout of the neck collar to pull him on the legs as he doesn't react. Thereby the boy's foot pushes against the bottle. While it's falling, the bottle turns and the bottle hole aims at Soldier, as the rocket starts. It flight straight at him, aiming at his head. This is much too fast for the veteran, to realize what happens. The rocket bounces off his helmet, is guided in Engineer's direction, also bounces off his helmet and shoots through the window of Snipers Van, where it ultimately explodes. The colorful fire rages inside the Van. Under the whole noise of the fireworks, the angry (painful?) cry of Sniper can only be heard very indistinctly. Pyro enjoys the event noticeably, while the other four flee into the base.

Three days later:

Archimedes sits on his owner's desk, watching him giving Heavy the last injection. The "New Year's Vaccination", as he says. Even Archimedes got one.

Heavy rubs his strong arm. “Did that hurt, Heavy?” “A little bit…” “I’m sorry. Would you like a lollipop?” Medic takes a lollipop from the lolly glass and gives it Heavy. “Thank you, Doktor!” The Russian leaves the infirmary happily. He was the last patient today. Medic sits down at his desk and strokes his finger over Archimedes' head. “What a day. But you know, Archimedes, they are less squeamish at injections than during prostate examinations.” The white dove is cooing in agreement. The doctor sighs. “I still can't believe that another year is up. We both are old geezers, aren't we?” “Coo~” “To another wonderful year with you, my babies.” Medic takes Archimedes on his hand and leads him to his lips. “Give Papa a kiss.” Archimedes gently presses his beak tips against the soft lips of his owner. He hadn't kissed him for a long time. Archimedes is happy.

A knocking at the window above the desk makes them both look up. On the other side of the slice are the redbreast Robin and Demos Ara The Birdman of Aberdeen. “Oh, you’re friends are here.” Medic opens the window and places Archimedes on the window board. “Then go play. Papa has much to do anyway.” “Coo~” “I love you too.” Medic changes the room and the birds are alone. “Pffff! Ahahahaha!!” Archimedes turns to the Ara. “What’s so funny?” “I love you Papa” the Ara is mimic him. “And then this cute kiss.” “So what? I just love my daddy. And therefore it's quite natural when I give him a kiss. This is still better than talking to his owner constantly after the mouth.” “This is my nature. I'm a parrot bird.” “Privet, Arkhimeda.” “Guten Tag, Robin. As I hear, you are diligently studying the mother tongue of your human friend.” “Da! It’s a nice language. I have always wanted to have a Russian owner.” “I think, however, Heavy doesn't sees himself as your owner.” “Yes, but that’s okay. It’s okay if we were only friends…” Archimedes laid his wing around the redbreast. “Hey, even if you are the only bird who don't have an owner, you belong to us. Isn’t that right, Aberdeen?” “Of course the little one is one of us. This will never change.” “By the way, what is Sir Hootsalot doing? Since the Van of Sniper has burnt, I have not seen him.” “He's pissed off. Just like his owner. I mean, he has always been in a bad mood, but it has become even worse since the fireworks.” “Compatriot is trying to talk to him” says Robin. “Now? Is this stupid eagle still not clear that Sir Hootsalot is an owl and needs his rest during the day? I would also be in a bad mood.” “I think he knows that. But he doesn’t care.” “Yes, of course. This fits to him. All right then. Let us fly to them.”

#TF2 #tf2 medic #tf2 archimedes

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discipulusmaleficus · 4 years ago

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all the p flowers!!

@squibbed - botanical hcs

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

Not if he can avoid it, which is most of the time. It would only make him feel bad, right?

There are things he still feels guilty about (despite all efforts to ignore them), but he's not good at actually taking responsibility for his actions, and he isn't particularly convinced that it's possible for him to be better.

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

He'd settle for anything without the dread of his weird familial obligations and curses hovering over his head, tbh.

A lot of his old recurring daydreams focused on running off to become a goatherd in some isolated corner of the world. He has a vague, idealised notion of something reasonably steady and safe and cottagecore, but is also aware he'd likely have some issues with that in practice. (This may also be taken as evidence he's not built to be happy anyhow.) Literally joining the circus also may have been a thing for a while.

He hardly dares hope for a significant other most of the time.

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

Fun fact: before he starts wearing other things (which is big deal), the hooded black robe was something like a security blanket that he could feasibly carry around with him 24/7. Not only does it prevent people from perceiving his wretched countenance, it's surprisingly soft, gives him some protection against the cold on an everyday basis (if not against overheating), cuts out what seems like entirely too much glare in his peripheral vision, and will never fail him in a way that can't be fixed with enough sewing.

So, as for small things: being swathed in fabric, animals he doesn't hate, wine, maybe black tea, probably cards and pens and whatever else he plays with, the comforting sentiment that you were doomed to failure from the start and that there's no point in getting up in arms about it,

But also, let's be honest, how many times has he felt unhappy about something and then immediately concocted some ill-advised, unnecessarily risky summoning expedition or the like to avoid or 'fix' it???

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

I've answered a slightly adjacent question here (/gotten entirely carried away) and made some notes on all his notable holidays (or those I have a take on atm), since I've never bothered do that. There are a lot of days that are simply incidents for minor sacrifice or particularly good days on which to do X or Y, and he theoretically has religious obligations on a lot of days which aren't actually that celebratory at all. Really, one wonders how he keeps track of everything.

(All based on very surface-level research. I also really need to do more with the Kemetic influence at some point (curse his silly chimera religion), but information on that's generally scarcer and I'm tired.)

Parentalia (February 13-21): Offerings to and/or calling upon the spirits of departed ancestors, culminating in the Feralia sacrifice at midnight. Traditionally all business is put on hold for the duraction - his family's perspective probably differs somewhat in that you might want to use those spirits for something, rather than exorcising them.

Valentine's Day: Kal obviously always brings up his distaste for saints, but mostly he's just following the tradition of feeling bitter and unloved. Unless he isn't single...?

Caristia (February 22): Celebration of living family. You're supposed to bring everyone together and put all disagreements aside, which obviously always works perfectly and creates no tension whatsoever. Exchanging of wine and gifts and such. Kal probably begrudgingly makes the pilgrimage at least some of the time in adulthood.

Terminalia (February 23): Time to renew the curses on the boundaries of your property. Also to move them if you want to slowly encroach on the lands on the peasants. Or if you decided that was a bad idea and need to put them back.

March 1: 'New year', maybe.

Liberalia (March 17): "Celebrates the maturation of young boys to manhood," usually at 15-16. Also time to replace the mysterious effigy you have hanging in the woods and possibly the 2-3 robes you wear constantly.

April 1: He's not going to turn down an opportunity to fuck with anyone, right?

Kal's own birthday (April 14): I get the impression he mostly recalls waking up pre-pre-dawn for ritual reasons, and a lot of scrutiny of how well his schooling was progressing. He generally doesn't bother telling people about it.

Easter: sometimes he burns bibles for the occasion

Parilia (April 21): Sanctification and appeasement of the goats. Honestly kind of a big deal.

Vinalia urbana (April 23): Has mostly devolved into an excuse to drink.

Lemuria (May 9, 11, 13): Another festival of the restless dead. Has perhaps been kind-of-merged with The Beautiful Festival of the Valley. Which involves flower garlands.

Opet (July 19): For him, one occasion on which he’s obliged to venerate Amun-Ra and beg Him to maintain His contracts, I expect.

Neptunalia (July 23): Involves hanging out in the woods building huts of sticks (in the sun / rain), praying the fish will continue to be somewhat edible, and theoretically merrymaking.

Tekh (August 7): See Vinalia urbana, except it has to be beer, which he's less fond of.

Portunalia (August 17): "On this day, keys were thrown into a fire for good luck in a very solemn and lugubrious manner."

do they have to be your keys

Vulcanalia (August 23): If you want, you can ritually not sacrifice small animals by dangling them over open flames for a while and then taking them back unscathed. This is supposed to make your incendiary spells more effective in combat.

Meditrinalia (October 11): See Vinalia urbana.

Anniversary of Exile (October 23): Generally a time for swearing fealty to the legacy of your Ancestors and solemn oaths to One Day Conquer The World Once Again or whatever. Occasion of a ritual theoretically supposed to increase your own Dark Power, on which a fair number of Kal's intermediary relatives took it upon themselves to sacrifice their enemies. He probably abandons it at some point but is likely to be conflicted and in a less-than-stellar mood.

There are likely also minor acknowledgements of other historical dates of import to his cult family.

Birthday of Kallistemon Zorabi (January 29): Quite similar to the above, with a slightly more optimistic bent.

Halloween: I'm going to say this is agreed upon as a good time for necromancy, which means he's likely to busy himself with some nonsense as an excuse to spurn the holiday itself. For quite a while he denigrates it as a Mockery of "actual traditions", but I suspect he could learn to enjoy it if he bothered.

Saturnalia (December 17): Known as the season where slaves were traditionally served by or before their masters. Associated with the freedom to insult your betters, gambling, and the giving of (often small or gag) gifts. Kal is on board for all of this and will fairly often give people the worst things he can manage for 'Christmas'. (This is also a good way of thumbing his nose at Christmas.)

Bacchanalia (thrice yearly): About what you'd expect from Dionysos. He may have participated at school/university, and it's a good time if you like being driven temporarily insane (who doesn't), but you can't really do it properly if there's not a cult around. That's just sad.

Agonalia (quarterly): Occasion of sacrifice to various entities. True to the name, generally just kind of stressful, as you had to either kill something or (if you really couldn't afford to) offer apologetic blood sacrifice.

#;headcanon;#I'm practicing never shutting the fuck up

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daniellethamasa · 5 years ago

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Hey all, Dani here.

We have already finished one whole week of the new year, which is impressive. I’d love to say that on a global scale that this was a wonderful week to start the new decade, but that would be a massive lie. Honestly between all the hate, violence, war, and natural disasters occurring all over, it makes me very nervous and scared for the future. All I can do for my part is to try not to be a part of spreading that hate and violence around, and to help clean up our world, while offering whatever support I can to people in areas that have been ravaged, like a lot of Australia with the massive fire that is currently destroying so many homes and lives.

Wow, sorry, I didn’t mean for my post to start out so heavy, but it would be silly (to me) if I didn’t at least address the current state of the world.

But today’s post is about my weekly wrap up, it’s all talk about what I’ve done, what I’ve tried, what I’ve played, what I’ve watched, and what I’ve read in the past week. I started this series almost two years ago, with a significant spruce up around this time last year, and it has certainly helped me with consistency on the blog.

Anyway, it was a pretty big week for trying new things. Damian got me to sit down and try to play Borderlands 3 with him. We’ve played a couple times–I’m playing Amara, the Siren–and being a FPS game, it’s not my favorite and doesn’t work well with my style of gameplay, but it isn’t horrible. I think I’m at like level 9 or 10, so we’re not very far into the game at all. Damian on the other hand has already played through the main storyline for Borderlands 3 and the Casino Heist DLC. Borderlands is one of those video game series that he really enjoys.

This week I also decided that I wanted to try cooking a whole turkey for the first time. We invited a few friends over to have a dinner and game night. While only one friend actually showed up, there were no complaints about the turkey. And then after we ate, Damian and I were introduced to the board game Terraforming Mars, which is pretty great. Yes, it is a longer game, because it took a few hours to play through, but there was a lot to do, and clearly a few different strategies for how to rack up the most victory points.

I guess the final big piece of news update from the past week is that as a last minute thing I decided to jump into Calendar Girls and help Flavia host it while Katie and Adrienne take a small well-deserved break. So I’m trying to be a help with keeping the group running, and I’ve never managed something like this before, so it is a fun and interesting learning curve. But I am happy to be able to be helpful and I look forward to seeing what themes get chosen in the upcoming months.

Okay, next up would be the “watches” wrap-up. We watched “Abominable,” because it is a cute movie and we wanted to see it again. We also went to see “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood” in theaters, and that was nice. Oh, and of course we watched the entirety of season one of “The Witcher.” I’m currently very much in a Witcher mood, and will probably try the video game sometime in the near future. I also randomly decided to start a binge re-watch of “Reign,” so I’m almost finished with season one. Oh, and I started re-watching “Arrow” season four.

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Finally I guess it’s time to talk about books. My first “completed” read of 2020 was not the one I had planned to be my first, and that’s because I sadly started my year with a DNF before I could finish Ruthless Gods. I was working on prepping ahead a few Weekend Writer posts, and I just couldn’t keep going with The War of Art by Steven Pressfield; I’ve already got my post/review up for it if you want to check it out. After that the reads just kept coming. I did finish Ruthless Gods by Emily A Duncan, The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski, Steel Crow Saga by Paul Krueger, On Being Stuck by Laraine Herring, and The Never-Tilting World by Rin Chupeco.

As for my current reads, of course I’m in the middle of a couple of books: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo, Reverie by Ryan La Sala, and Don’t Read the Comments by Eric Smith. I honestly had hoped to finish the new Bardugo book during my work’s winter shutdown, but I was actually pretty lazy and just watched more television instead. Then I’ve heard great things about La Sala’s debut, and it sounded interesting so I had to pick it up, and finally I’m on the blog tour for Smith’s newest book and I’m excited to have my post on January 30th, but I have to finish the book before I can write my review. So yeah, I’m hoping to keep my good read January going.

I’m actually pretty happy with my reading progress so far in 2020.

Finally there’s what I’m hoping to read in the next week. Thanks to not finishing my huge December TBR, and having a very long list of NetGalley reads, I have so many books that I’m hoping to read soon, but for the moment these ones are my plan. I need to pick up Ashlords by Scott Reintgen, Highfire by Eoin Colfer, The Unwilling by Kelly Braffet, and The Kobold Guide to Worldbuilding edited by Janna Silverstein.

So obviously based on my upcoming reads I’m hoping to tackle a few of my NetGalley ARCs, and then dive into the book I’m delving into for Weekend Writer after I write up the posts for On Being Stuck, which is the next Weekend Writer book. Look at that: I pretty much just spoiled the next two books for my series on writing. But I think they are both good ones to tackle. The worldbuilding one is a re-read for me and I found it to be immensely helpful, and writer’s block is something I have struggled with for quite some time, so finding books that talk about that issue are sort of a priority for me at the moment.

All right, well that’s all from me for today. What are you currently reading? Let me know in the comments, and I’ll be back soon with more bookish content.

Weekly Wrap-Up (46) Hey all, Dani here. We have already finished one whole week of the new year, which is impressive.

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chocdono · 8 years ago

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Remodelaholic in Review: January 2017

We hope that you had a wonderful start to your new year! If you haven’t heard us say it yet, “Happy 2017!” We want this to be a great year for everyone! We have had a fun start to January, focusing on organization and getting ready for Valentine’s. It is always so fun to focus on Christmas, but January seems to be such a calm month after all the business of the holidays. It’s nice to sit back and reflect on all our favorite homes and designs, projects and trends of 2016. We hope you are able to look back, and think of your successes and creations and appreciate them as well! And now, our January in review!

This month Cassity reflected on some of her most favorite and inspiring laundry rooms and narrowed them down to her top 20 Inspirational Laundry Rooms! I love her list and the ones she chose because they encompass almost every type of laundry room you could imagine. The large, the small, even the laundry closet (which is what we have at our house). I love the variety of styles and looks. Check them out and see what you can do to make your laundry room a happier place to visit this year!

A few months ago Cassity and Justin unveiled their new mudroom area complete with a gorgeous bench Justin had come up with. Well, earlier this month he wrote up the plan details so that you can create your own! Check out his DIY 2×6 Bench, Modern Waterfall Bench Tutorial and if you make one for yourself, let us see!!!

Cassity was busy in the kitchen this month, doing what we all want to do at the start of a new year and post Christmas… clean and organize everything! She shares a before and after of her Pantry Organization, and if you are anything like me, you are going to head to your pantry and start pulling stuff of the shelves and organizing it when you read this post. Total inspiration file!

This had to be my favorite post of the month! A Free Printable Birch Tree Art Prints with Custom Carved Initials!! It is so totally my style and I fell in love as soon as I saw it. Then I saw free printable and my heart stopped for a minute. Seriously, we had a local craft activity where they were selling prints similar to this for $10! And now I can print my own for free!? Yes please! Check out all the options and customize your own today! These would make great gifts too! So save this post and pull it up for your parents or grandparents anniversaries!

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Walk through the creation of this DIY 2×6 Bench, Modern Waterfall Bench with the designer, Justin. Sometimes watching something be done makes a task less intimidating. Once you see this video, you’ll be ready to make your own bench!

Watch and learn as Cassity reveals her Pantry Organization Ideas as she cleans out her own snack pantry. The end result is gorgeous and I like the suggestion she makes to not label the containers so that they are easy to change out. Check out the video and see if it’ll help you organize your pantry!

This fabulous IKEA Hyllis Hack: DIY Indoor herb Garden not only looks great but is totally functional! How many of us have thought of starting our own indoor herb garden? Now we have no excuse not too! This is simple and looks great. I am ready for fresh herbs and to have a little bit more life and green added to my home!

This fun live video that Cassity created giving us a Pom Pom Maker Tutorial; make more than one Pom Pom at a time. I love homemade pom poms and I love how absolutely quick and easy this is! Give this a watch and learn how! You’ll thank yourself later!

Who loves a good before and after? I do! I love seeing the difference that corbels made in this open doorway, and now you can learn How to Build Simple DIY Doorway Corbels and make some for yourself!

Want to make all those free printables you love a bit more durable? Check out this tutorial on Spray Mounting Prints to Boards! You can do this with the free printables or family photos, really anything that you want to give a solid backing to and hang on your wall. It’s super easy and the results turn our fantastic!

Amy at HerToolBelt got into the January organizing mood as well and created this Easy $3 or less; Tiered DIY Spice Rack Tutorial! Super easy, super functional, and will provide an organized kitchen year round! I love this and the fact that is is $3 or less only makes it that much better! We all should be making one of these right now.

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