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mlwritersguild · 3 years ago

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For the first line prompt event: The end of the world was quieter than [insert pronoun here] would have expected.

Sanguine by @alexseanchai

AO3 Link; F/M, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mature, Temporary Character Death

Summary:

arrête! c'est ici l'empire de la mort

An odd sign. No one ever stops at the gates of the empire of the dead. One might turn back from a cemetery or wander the banks of the Styx, a Ladybug's charmed luck might turn the Pearly Gates to revolving doors, but the catacombs are a tourist attraction, and there is no moratorium on mortality.

She'll have to remember that one. The one she's here for might laugh. She hopes he'll laugh.

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The end of the world is quieter than she would have expected. Chat Noir barely gasps as the blade goes in. If anything else makes a sound, she doesn't hear. He whispers "Marie," power sparking in his right hand, the sword sheath he thought a cane shaft clutched uselessly in his left, and he slumps silently to the cobblestones.

What good is creation if she can't create a way to save him?

Below ground, Ladybug's armor is substantial as mist. This acrid passage has little else but damp stone, seeming blood-stained in the dim carmine light. The only light source she sees is the faint glow of the cord she holds as though it's her shield and not her lifeline, flickering behind her in time with her heartbeat. She might be able to see her own reflection if she looked down at the open sewage pipe, or at one of the puddles that now and again she splashes soundlessly through. It's better lit behind her.

She remembers Mme Mendeleiev lecturing on human physiology. In healthy humans old enough to have learned how, urination is a voluntary action: one may not know which muscles one tenses and relaxes in order to do so, and one probably isn't paying attention to those details when one is so doing, but one has conscious control over whether one does. Usually. Stress and anxiety mean some people are unable to relax the relevant sphincter muscle and others are unable to stop themselves. It's voluntary for cats, too: it's one way they mark their territories. Cat-boys have other ways.

There is a moment in every human life when all one's muscles relax at once. Many Parisians have had several such moments.

Like you said, we can't lose hope. His voice does not echo from the tunnel walls, only in her memory. People are relying on us. Dozens of people were watching from behind overturned café tables, hundreds from inside stores and apartments, thousands through the lens of a fearless camera operator. Tikki herself will be helpless, if she and Plagg aren't already.

You and me against the world, m'lady.

Her aqua armor might almost be illusion, but it's that or turn back when the tunnel narrows to just wide enough for the water, all but black in this red light. It's red, not snow-white or ice-blue.

arrête! c'est ici l'empire de la mort

She'll have to remember that one. He might laugh. She hopes he'll laugh.

The crimson glow is dimmer here, from a cord narrowed from the medium weight she knits sweaters with to something a hair more slender than the fingering weight she's been using to crochet matching lightweight cardigans in plum-blossom pink and buttercup yellow, mint green and forget-me-not blue. The thought is a detour. She skates on, careful not to move so fast she might slip, careful not to chance that the one clue she can follow home through the maze will come near her ice-armor boots' ghostly blades: infinite unbreakable length doesn't give her confidence in its shear strength when meeting pointed or careless magic. She hardly dares pay attention to the walls. He—her other 'he', the one she loves so very dearly he is only now crossing her mind, the one she loves so very deeply his name didn't touch her lips when she—

He has never, she bets, been able to breathe in enclosed enough spaces. This won't even be the first time hypoxia has been a problem for him: how many of the twenty-five thousand times were panic for four minutes forty-five seconds and reset? They were hiding underground, after all. More than six feet under.

Second Chance works enough like setting a video game save point that however many weeks he remembers won't have put more than five minutes' stress on his body, however intensely stressful those five minutes: no dehydration, no hunger pangs, no acid eating through the stomach lining. No matter how much it might have felt as though his body were devouring itself.

—This won't be the first time? Why would this be any time? Her beloved is safe, breathing freely far from this bastion of bones. He won't ossify here even if she already has. He's on the far side of the far end of the blood-red laceweight illuminating how far she's come toward the one she's here for. Warm apple red, not frosty blue, not chilling white.

(Who's Marie?)

The odor of rotten eggs has joined the cat-piss stink; the buzzing and humming of insect wings fill the hot air. She's choosing her direction by feel, now, guided by instinct and the blind guesswork of away: the difficulty of picking one pink thread, barely substantial enough for the finest details of embroidery, out of the visual noise—desert-noon bright, fading-coals dim, in-space-no-one-can-hear-you-scream dark—no, better to close her eyes. If not her literal eyes, exactly, then whatever spiritual sense or magical metaphor is processing her surroundings as though she's looking around. It's too much to bear if she still hopes to bring him home.

This is not her loveliness of ladybugs. Not at all within her control, as that power is, even when she accidentally launches Miraculous Cure with her Charm still in her hand. She cannot direct them enough that the breeze of their passing eases the broiling summer heat. Even with fire armor ensuring she can breathe without smoking or slow-roasting herself from the inside, she'll never again be able to say the hottest she's ever felt was when her beloved first saw her in a black bikini and promptly blushed boiled-lobster red. They were at a swimming pool, after all, and then out in cool autumn rain.

The river—

Translation dictionaries, her beloved told her once, list the opposite of 'forgetfulness', the opposite of 'concealment', and the opposite of 'lies' as the same ancient Greek word, alētheia: something his parents might have given him as a fourth or fifth name if his first had been Aliénor, Aimée, or Adrienne, as would suit a daughter. She didn't dare tell him why she agreed that was hilarious. Nor will she be able to tell him why she's laughing now to realize that same Greek word might also be translated as 'not this river'.

The one she's here for will understand.

"Oh no."

The voice she's here for crashes like thunder.

Her hands move without thought to entangle him in her embrace, in a tense, trembling lifeline thinner than a single human hair.

She'll stay behind, if one of them must. Give and take. Equal and opposite reaction. A life for a life.

The girl he mentioned, smiling, when she admitted months later she was late to meet him because her beloved's kisses made it hard to remember anything else. The girl he hoped to reveal his secrets to, first after telling her herself. The girl whose name he whispered with his last heartbeat. She deserves his smile and his secrets and his heart.

Her beloved will be heartbroken, but he'll recover. Anyway, she won't be who he loves if she loses him.

He won't leave without her. Sweetheart or no sweetheart, he is as hers as she is his, and he won't leave her behind. Vivaldi's 'Spring' floods her ears, familiar when arranged for solo piano for her beloved to play, ringing out now from a modern-day Orpheus who will demand his Eurydice precede him to safety. She didn't know he played.

Well. Her heartline might be a single silk-filament thick under the strain of keeping two (two hundred, two million) lives bound to life, but it hasn't snapped yet.

…She has no skill in any performing arts, to persuade the one he's negotiating with—she doesn't think that's her beloved's mother, though the face is the one she's seen in photos and portraits, but she isn't entirely sure it's not— She knows three guitar chords and no songs, is her point. Nor will her drawing or singing ever convey what her crochet and knitting can.

But with silk thread and a needle, and plain cotton weave to put them through. With sugar, butter, apples, and puff pastry.

Silk needs silkworms; butter needs cows. Silkworms need mulberries; cows need grass. Apples and sugarcane and mulberries and grass all grow better with humus or compost, with that fertilizing black substance living things die to become. Needles and knives need steelworks, and steel means cities—

She's running, feet falling on red lava and black rock as steadily as they ever have on zinc and wrought-iron. She keeps running, winding the red thread as she goes, as sure of the presence keeping pace beside her on white lichens and green moss as she ever has been on red brick and black slate. As confident that this will work with him beside her, running past dandelions and milkweeds and asters—as certain that she will only be lucky enough for this to work if she is as confident that this will work with him beside her, running past sage and rosemary and marjoram—as she ever has been with him beside her on cobbles and concrete and skyscraper steel.

If she's wondering how she knows they're passing apple and plum and mulberry trees at airplane speeds when her focus is on the thickening thread she holds and she has no time to notice more than green and white and green and pink and green and green and green, then she isn't checking beside or behind her for whether he's still there.

To make a tarte tatin from scratch, her beloved cheerfully misquoted, you must first create the universe.

Ladybug bursts back into being, the medium-yarn-weight magic transmuting in her hand to something sturdier than steel, flinging the yo-yo a familiar motion that catches two lampposts and tangles Hawkmoth in black cord that drags him back and up even as a spray of sparkling ladybugs let a Lucky Charm fall and shatter. If he struggles, he will bleed.

She's on her knees, clutching Chat Noir to her, his back to her front, body-hot wetness on her fingers, stinging where she sliced them on the blade Hawkmoth dropped.

Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Syncopated.

"Message from Madame Hawkmoth," says Chat Noir, voice ringing in the sudden silence of the street, interstellar-cold rage enough to keep Ladybug's own supernova-incandescent fury from scorching onlookers. "If she'd known how you would interpret 'love, honor, and cherish all the days of my life', she would have insisted on 'until death do us part'."

"Release your transformation," Ladybug orders, straightening without standing. There hardly seems enough air in her lungs to speak the words. With so many eyes upon him and so little leverage (though if he had any he'd be almost close enough to kick them), Hawkmoth does nothing but sneer and wriggle. Ladybug draws another breath, chilly with early spring and scented with sweat and leather—no trace of the odors that said he pissed himself dying as everyone does, that he died of exsanguination as only unlucky ones do—and she orders, louder, "Surrender or die."

Hawkmoth's sword shoots off the ground and screeches against its sheath, extended steady in Chat Noir's left hand. Cataclysm bubbles brighter in his right. "Your wife wants a word about how you've treated her son," Chat Noir snaps. "Keep doing that if you want to have that chat with her before you explain your side of the story to him."

The Lucky Charm she summoned is a large black and red floor tile, square before it struck stone, and the shards still plainly show the same butterfly-like pattern as she's seen in the Agreste dining room in black and white. Maybe Chat Noir met Émilie Agreste, not Persephone, after all. Maybe Ladybug was right the first time, that the Butterfly Miraculous and the spellbook never parted ways, and the Peacock was with them till a few months ago.

Maybe Adrien is watching TV1 right now.

The earrings and ring shrill in unison. The sword slashes at the yo-yo cord, halted by crossed staffs. Ladybug yanks the yo-yo, expecting julienned flesh and spraying blood, and finds nothing but humus and ash, and a brooch and ring and phone clattering to the cobblestones.

Chat Noir turns and flings his arms around her, clinging with both hands for dear life.

She collects the brooch and ring and phone, somehow, the act of hiding the phone in the yo-yo giving her root access that lets her clean out Gabriel Agreste's files and secure his safe and lock down his mansion with barely more effort than wanting to. If the other adults in Adrien's household are accomplices, they won't get out of the building without her allowing it, or into the Miraculouses at all. Anything Adrien wants from his bedroom, they'll pack when they get there. No one's quite daring to approach them, yet, though the approaching sirens are probably coming here.

"That wasn't dandelion," Chat Noir mumbles without pausing in rubbing his face and hair and scent on her neck and shoulder. "Back there. Close, but not close enough for the good puns. That's cat's-ear."

"How do you know that?" Ladybug asks, scratching obediently at the base of one cat ear. Then she realizes it's probably the same way she knew those were apple trees.

Chat snorts. "Same way I know who we just executed. You know what they say about curiosity and cats." Okay, that is just too fucking soon; if he says it again she will demand satisfaction. He squeezes tighter—no way to know which of them is trembling—and casts a doleful glance at the broken tile: "Do we have to?"

"We… probably should." Ladybug doesn't reach for the Charm. Doesn't want to move. At least he plainly doesn't want to move either. Possibly they're both too shaky to stand.

The ring and earrings sound again. Chat sighs. "We should move before we transform for the whole world to see?"

"My whole world will see anyway," Ladybug observes, quietly enough that only her whole world will hear. "I'm not letting go of you."

A green flash, a pink, and Marinette and Adrien are wrapped in each other's arms, tighter than either has ever dared hold the other in five months of dating, each with an exhausted kwami on one shoulder. She blinks at him: "Adrien?"

(At least she won't have to tell him who killed his father?)

"Marinette," he says, disbelieving—the same name he whispered dying, spoken with a full breath—and starts to snicker. Then they're howling with laughter, staying just this side of the knife-edge between that and tears.

(Ten minutes later the emergency medical team is scolding them both about hypoglycemia, and a little girl with a medic-alert bracelet is offering the emergency candy stashed in her Rena Rouge backpack, and Adrien is planning to ask whether Shanghai's butterfly pastries are close enough to anything Tom & Sabine's sells to pull off that pun. Marinette will have to ask, but she's pretty sure that's just puff pastry, folded differently from how she'll need it to be to make tarte tatin.)

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omgsomeonesomewhereonearth · 4 years ago

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I’ll Write This Scene a Thousand Times - Ch2

AO3 || Chapter 1

Ship: Moceit (Janus/Patton)

Warnings: Arguing, smoking mention character outed before they're ready.

Summary: Patton and Janus get into an argument. Feelings are hurt, and then they are shared.

Taglist: Technically, I don't have one yet, but I'm tagging some people from the first chapter who seemed interested in reading more. If you want to be added or removed, send me an ask or message.

@iclaimedtobethebetterbard @princess-rosie @symphony-soldier-29 @stardustsides @ent-is-undecisive @roka-logical-lies @ifyouhadntbutyoudid @3-has-charm @moceit

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“Come on, try to be more cute!”

His new pretend paramour was turning out to be quite the demanding director. Janus pursed his lips, leaning idly against Patton’s incredible cozy couch cushions as he watched him tilt his phone this way and that, trying to find the most natural angle for a staged relationship announcement.

“You wound me, Patton,” he deadpanned, “I was under the impression you already found me rather cute.” Patton glared - no, that was the wrong word. Something incredibly intrinsic in the nature of Patton didn’t quite allow him to ‘glare’. Patton pouted at him in the selfie camera, freckled cheeks puffing out in frustration.

Clearly, he didn’t have much trouble with that particular direction, Janus mused.

“Why can’t you just smile?”

“I am smiling.”

“You’re smirking!”

“Same thing.”

Patton made a very petulant noise indeed, “This needs to be believable!”

“You’re mistaken if you think anything where I’m-” he shuddered, “-smiling, will be remotely believable.”

Then he caught a look at Patton’s face. As funny as it was to wind him up, Janus wasn’t sure he wanted to see him actually crack today.

“Alright, look, why don’t you come closer?” he coaxed, shifting slightly and encouraging Patton to lean against him, draping his arm around his shoulder

“There you go, how sickeningly adorable are we?”

Within the frame of the selfie, they were adorable. Patton’s honey brown curls and fluffy white sweater were the perfect contrast against his fitted black button down - ofcourse, he already knew that, they’d chosen their outfits ahead of time. To anybody who couldn’t feel the stiffness in Patton’s shoulders, they probably looked like the perfect couple.

“Okay… you ready?”

Just as the countdown ticked to one, Janus turned his head and pressed a quick kiss against Patton’s cheek.

The camera clicked.

Patton whipped around to face him immediately after, cheeks darkening, “You - I didn’t know you were going to do that!”

Janus grinned, reaching for his wrist.

“And this is exactly why,” he replied in a voice not entirely devoid of smugness. The picture had been caught before Patton had had the chance to react, still smiling widely as Janus leaned over to kiss him, “You’re welcome.”

Patton blushed harder, spluttering slightly and quickly prying his wrist out of Janus’ grip, scooting back as far as the couch would allow. Janus let him go, following the embarrassed motion with his eyes.

Once he was at what he apparently deemed a safe distance away, Patton mumbled, “It is quite a good picture, actually. Better than any of the others we’ve taken today, anyway.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said it was quite good, actually-”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t quite catch you saying that, would you mind -”

“Oh stop it!” the corner’s of Patton’s mouth twitched in what Janus chose to interpret as a smile.

He rose to his feet, feeling rather good about himself, “Well, now I suppose you can send that along to Logan for approval and we can be done here then? Er - not that this hasn’t been fun, or whatever.” he amended hastily. Nailed it.

“Oh, um - actually…”

Janus groaned, “I swear to God if you tell me we have to take another set of photos, ‘just in case’-”

“It’s not that,” Patton said quickly, “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Well, you’d better make it quick,” Janus drawled, “I do have actual engagements outside of this, you know.”

The words came out in a moment of pettiness and he regretted them almost immediately, partly because they weren’t remotely true - unless mooching around at his home counted as an ‘outside engagement’.

But as he said them, Patton deflated, his eyes downcast, his mouth drawing in to form a silent, plaintive ‘oh’.

“That’s okay!” he covered up quickly, as if he thought Janus hadn’t noticed his disappointment, “It was silly anyway, you don’t have to-”

“No no no, it’s quite okay,” Janus interjected hastily, “I can always take out the time for you, dear.”

Right, yes, flirt Janus. I’m sure that’ll somehow not make you the asshole here.

Patton gave him a wan smile. He gestured for Janus to sit, and he did, careful to leave space between them now that the camera had been put away. He watched Patton fidget for a few minutes as he tried to find the words he wanted to say.

“-So the night we… well, met, so to speak,”

Ah. Janus winced internally - he’d been wondering if Patton would want to have this conversation for a while now, and had dearly hoped he never would. Externally, he smirked. “Yes, I would say we were rather ‘well met’ - I’m glad you think so too.”

Instead of the frustrated groan that he was expecting, a burst of tiny, adorable laughter spilled out of Patton’s lips. Patton seemed just as surprised as him, lifting his hand to cover his mouth even as his shoulders shook and his dark eyes crinkled with delight.

It was hard not to smile back, with a laugh like that, especially when it had been his own idiotic joke that had caused it.

“That was quite funny,” Patton admitted as his giggles tapered off.

It had been terrible, but Janus wasn’t one to look compliment horses in the mouth. “Thank you, I try.”

Patton’s face sobered far too soon, “Um, did you - do you remember anything? From then, I mean?”

“I…” Janus considered, “I remember enough.”

The memories were hazy, though. He remembered leaving the premiere, going to get a drink. He remembered catching sight of an absolute vision in pale blue, gazing with wide, curious eyes at his surroundings, smiling and waving self consciously when he’d noticed Janus watching him. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what they’d talked about.

He hadn’t even known who Patton was, at the time, though he’d assumed he was at least semi-famous, given the usual clientele of the club.

“D’you - do you remember what I was acting like?” Patton asked haltingly, “Was I normal, I mean?”

Janus paused. He thought about the man he’d met , who laughed loudly and carelessly, who followed him eagerly to the dancefloor. Who looked at him like he would follow him anywhere, if Janus asked. He thought about the man he’d woken up next to, who’d been skittish, panicking, shrinking into himself when Janus so much as looked at him.

He thought about the way he’d felt when Patton laughed at his dumb joke.

“I’ve known you for about three days and you’ve been either tipsy or highly stressed for all of them,” he replied in a measured voice, “I’m hardly the person to ask how ‘normal’ you were acting.”

Patton nodded, though he seemed disappointed, his brow knit in confusion.

“It’s just - I don’t remember anything,” he started, voice strained, “I’ve gone over it so many times and I still can’t understand why I did it!”

Janus’ gut twisted far harder than it should have.

“Oh, thank you so much,” he snapped.

“That’s not fair,” Patton snapped back with just as much wounded ferocity, “You know what I mean - I’ve never done anything like that! I’m not like that, I stay out of trouble-”

“-Not like what, exactly?” Janus interrupted, narrowing his eyes, “Or should I say, ‘not like whom’?”

“Janus-”

Stop, he should stop, remove himself from the situation, calm down.

Janus had gotten to his feet without realising it.

“‘Stay out of trouble?’” he hissed, “We are grownups, have you considered that we shouldn’t be getting into ‘trouble’ for having consensual sex in the first place-”

“Of course I’ve considered it, but that doesn’t change the fact that we do, and we did!” Patton protested, “I’m just being realistic here, we both chose to be in this industry-”

Janus scoffed.

“And maybe you don’t care, but I-” Patton spoke right over him, “think I have a responsibility to behave-”

“Behave?” Janus laughed bitterly.

“You’re misunderstanding me-”

“Oh no, I think I understand just fine,” he interrupted, “I’m so sorry I led you astray, I assure you it won’t happen again.”

“I- I know it won’t?” Patton replied, dumbfounded, “Janus, I’m not trying to fight with you-”

“Well in that case, perhaps I should take my leave.” Janus cut in.

Patton looked dismayed, “Maybe that’s for the best, yeah,” he muttered eventually. He didn’t get up to show Janus the door.

Janus thought about slamming it behind him, but decided it would be rude and uncouth.

Besides, it would be far more satisfying to leave it open so that Patton would have to get up and close it. He was at the end of the corridor before he heard it click quietly closed.

He didn’t turn around.

…

Janus was mooching around in his flat. Janus was definitely not thinking about Patton as he did so.

Had he been about to cry, when he left? He wouldn’t have noticed at the time, what with his own anger, but the idea that Patton might have cried after he walked out made his heart clench.

Because that was fair, he grumbled to himself. It wasn’t like he’d said anything wrong, he was right - this whole charade they’d gotten trapped in, it was unnecessary and ludicrous, and it wasn’t his fault - wasn’t either of their faults.

God, he needed a smoke.

Just as he was reaching for the box hidden in his bedside drawer - why were they hidden, he lived alone - his phone buzzed. He’d been tagged in an image by @patton.theheart on Instagram. Ah yes. Even if they were both seething and furious at each other, the dance continued.

“Three perfect months with @totally_notalyre - we’re both so excited to finally share our relationship with you all!!! <3 <3 <3”

The comments were already flooding in, row after row of overwhelming positivity, keyboard smashing and heart emojis. Janus scrolled through them impassively, stopping to smirk at the ones raving about how attractive he was - well, he never claimed to be a modest man.

Then he saw one that made his blood run cold.

“So proud of you Patton!”

Followed by several rainbows.

And several more:

“I’ve been a fan of you since you were like, 16 and I’m so happy to finally see you living your truth!”

“Well done Patton! Don’t worry - your true fans will stick by you no matter what!”

“Thank you so much for sharing your true self with us, Patton <3”

The memories of the past few days, every version of Patton that lived in his head, flashed before Janus’ eyes in a very different light, ending with him cross legged on his couch, biting his inner cheek as he listened to Janus berate him.

He definitely needed a fucking smoke now. No he didn’t - he needed to call Patton, he needed to talk to him, to ask him - to ask him what? They were barely friends, and he’d just spent the afternoon yelling at him, what right did he have to demand answers?

“Calm down, Lyre,” he growled to himself, “Just call the man, be calm and subtle; you need to apologise to him if nothing else.”

“Hello?” Patton had picked up on the first ring. Did his voice sound subdued over the phone? Or teary?

“You weren’t out,” Janus blurted out clumsily. So much for subtle.

“I’m sorry?”

“When we had our… ‘encounter’,” he clarified, “You were still closeted?”

“Oh, that,” Patton replied flatly. He could practically hear him fidgeting over the phone, “Well technically, I wasn’t exactly closeted, I was just - trying to avoid talking about it until I was ready.”

“ …I’m so sorry.”

“No, no - it’s okay!” Patton said hastily, “I mean, maybe not ‘okay’, but looking on the bright side - I was planning on coming out in a few months from now anyway! So, you know, technically this took the pressure off!”

Despite his cheery tone, Janus got the feeling Patton didn’t quite believe himself. He definitely didn’t believe him. “You had one planned?” he asked.

“Well yeah, actually!” Patton admitted, “Technically, it’s still gonna happen - I’m gonna be releasing an album where I sort of share my experiences and feelings and stuff, so it’s not like I lost anything, I guess.”

You lost the right to control your own damn narrative, Janus didn’t retort, because he knew fully well that Patton knew that, he was just a relentless, infuriating optimist.

“Um… Janus?” Patton’s voice cut through his thoughts, “Just by the way - I’m not technically supposed to tell many people, so please just keep that quiet because I think Logan is already quite cross at me anyway?”

“Done,” Janus chuckled. Then he drew in a breath, ready to address the difficult part of this call, “Regarding my conduct earlier today - I believe I might owe you an apology.”

“No you don’t.” Patton responded quickly, far firmer than he’d ever been, at least with Janus.

“Patton-”

“You don’t,” he repeated, “Yeah, I mean - you could have been nicer, but you were right, and I said some less than nice things too! But, you know - when you sorta grow up in this industry, it becomes a bit hard to know which bits are normal and which bits are kinda…messed up? And our little spat today, it really kind of reminded me, so if anything, maybe I should thank you!”

“You should not.”

“Well-”

“If you can forbid me from apologising, I can forbid you from thanking me.”

“Yeah, okay, fair enough!” Patton’s giggle was just as infectious over the phone and Janus felt the corners of his mouth lift against his will.

“Ahem - well, lovely talking to you, as always, but I ought to get going now.”

“Goodnight Janus.”

“…Goodnight, Patton.”

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years ago

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Grand Gestures

Prompt: Fred Weasley x Reader: Y/N is many things, smart, funny, attractive, kind, they are all of things, but observant is not one of them. Y/N has a massive crush on Fred, and Fred returns their feelings and has been trying to hint at it for over a year, which has gone completely over your head. Finally, Fred decides enough with the little hints, and does something that will make you realize his feelings.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff,, I think that’s it

A/N: So, I have COVID, yay, so to cope I’m probably going to be writing a shit ton more to cope, so if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them. Smut is allowed, and I write for other characters besides Fred so just LMK

Also I used they/them pronouns in this but there is a part that says that the reader sleeps in the girls dorm so there's that as well. If I missed wrote any pronouns LMK because I’m hella dumb and cant read.

It was the weekend, and the storm raging outside meant no quidditch practice, so what better way for a gaggle of Gryffindor's to spend the day in the common room trying to kill their ever-growing boredom.

You, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred and George Weasley and Dean Thomas were all currently splayed about the common room, either paired off to have more private conversations, or just laying on the floor, which you were currently doing.

“I’m so bored!” You suddenly shouted

“We know Y/N, its only the 5th time you’ve said it” Hermione said from the couch, where she was currently reading a book.

“I only say it because I’m suffering” You said from the floor, causing Hermione to roll her eyes, but still smile.

“Well find something interesting to do” She said, going back to reading her book.

You stared back up on the ceiling, trying to think of anything you could do. It was to rainy to go outside, the dining hall was closed, and you’ve already read all the muggle books you brought from home. After a few seconds you turned to look to your right, where Fred Weasley was laying beside you, his head at your feel, and George beside him, his head at Fred's feet, all three of you staring at the ceiling.

“Can you read Georges mind?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at the older twin, who was now looking at you with a confused look on his face.

“What?” He asked.

“Can you read Georges mind? It’s a simple question” You said like it was the most casual conversation in the world.

“No I can’t read Georges mind, why do you ask?” Fred said, now sitting up as well, intrigued by your weird question.

“I don’t know, don’t twins have like, freaky abilities or something? Have you ever tried?” You asked fully sitting up, causing Fred to look at you with a look that could only read as ‘what kind of weird muggle drugs is this bitch on?’ But he decided to humor you, looking over at George.

“George, I’m looking at a color, what is it” Fred asked, causing the younger red head to furrow his brows in concentration.

“Yellow” George said, earning a head shake from Fred.

“It was Blue, guess that answers that question” Fred said looking back at you.

You furrowed your brows, looking around the Gryffindor common room, which was pretty full of Reds and Yellows, trying to find the blue he was seeing.

"Blue?” You asked looking at the older red head.

“Your sweater dummy” Fred said laughing, making you look down and laugh as well.

“Why my sweater?” You asked.

“It looks cute on you” He said, making you smile and blush a bit as you looked down at your hands, which in turn made you miss the thumbs up George was giving Fred, which he quickly slapped away.

“Why thank you” You said, appreciating the compliment but not thinking much of it. You did fancy Fred, but he was nice to everyone, so you were sure the compliment was only that.

“It looks like the rain is letting up a bit, you guys want to stop by Hogsmeade?” Harry asked looking at the group, who nodded eagerly.

“Yes! I would kill for a butterbeer right now” Ron said, already standing and practically running to the door, the rest of the group following.

About ten minutes into your walk, you realized that you should have brought a coat, your knit sweater not doing a whole lot to protect you from the cold. You shoved you crossed your hands under your arms and tried to focus on the walk and not on the wind that was causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

Fred noticed, having put on a coat before he left, but he didn’t bring it for himself. He knew you got cold easily and were also to stubborn to bring a jacket anywhere, so he brought it along just in case.

“Here” He said, grabbing your attention and slipping off his jacket, holding it out to you.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked looking at the article of clothing, and then at Fred.

“Nah, I run hot” He said. You looked at him skeptically, before giving in and taking his jacket, slipping it on and instantly being enveloped in warmth.

“Thank you” you said, a smile crossing both of your faces. This wasn’t the first time Fred has offered you his jacket, but all you thought was that he was probably just being nice, he would probably do the same for anyone.

In reality, seeing you in his jacket made Fred’s heart pick up. He thought you looked cute in his clothes, your face blushing from the cold. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing their trek to the village.

“No problem” He said.

Your first stop when you got to Hogsmeade was Honeydukes, seeing after a stressful week of classes, you in some desperate need for some chocolate frogs. As you walked into the store, Fred’s are slipped from around your shoulder so you could move around the store more freely, which made your heart sink a bit, but seeing how cramped the store was it was definitely necessary. However, before you were even fully in the store, Hermione suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Oh my god, they have a new bookstore across the street! Can we please go see, I know you’ve read all your books from home and you may find something you like” Hermione said, making you smile at her excitement.

You looked into the shop to see Fred and George, George laughing at something Fred said or did, and I guess he didn’t like whatever it was because he was currently glaring at his younger twin. You made eye contact and you made a hand signal letting them know you were going across the street. They nodded in your direction, letting you know they understood, and then you were on your way across the street.

When you were fully out of the store, George started laughing again, making Fred hit his arm.

“Would you knock it off! I’ve tried everything I can think of!” Fred said, making his brother laugh even harder, this time causing some people in the store to look over.

“My dear brother, I think Y/N’s great, I do, I love them like a family member, but they are absolutely clueless. You need to step up your game.” George said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Luckily for you, I have a plan for you”

“Really?” Fred asked, suspicious of what George had planned.

“Yep, I got Hermione working on it now”

The bookshelves seemed to go on forever, lined with thousands of books. You didn’t know where to begin, so you just started wandering the isles, trying to find things that sounded interesting. So far you had a book on magical creature care, and a book about a young witch who saves her true love. It sounds corny, but also like it might be good.

“So” Hermione said from beside you suddenly “I noticed you and Fred are getting pretty close, what's that about?” Hermione asked as casually as possible. In reality, she's been watching Fred drop subtle hints that he liked you for almost a year, and at this point it was getting a little hard to watch you not get the hints, so she and George made a plan to push things along.

“Oh, I was cold so he gave me his jacket. He was just being nice” You said, face heating up at the subject, which Hermione noticed.

“Do you fancy him?” She asked, causing your eyes to snap from the bookshelves to hers.

“I... I guess... why do you like him? Because if you do I can-” You started but Hermione shook her head violently interrupting you.

“Oh god no, not that there's anything wrong with Fred I just... Have someone else in mind. Anyway enough about that, so you do like him?” Hermione asked again, to which you nodded.

“What do you like about him?” She asked, adjusting her bracelet, which was actually a charm she and George came up with. It allowed the person that was wearing the other charm to hear what the other person was saying. Basically just a magic Walkie Talkie, but you didn’t know that, and that Fred and George were currently listening.

“Well you know, he’s really funny, and not in a mean way, but in a way were everyone thinks its funny. Even his pranks are pretty well intentioned, unless they’re at Snape which I can understand” You started, leaning against the bookshelf, meanwhile Fred had a giant smile on his face from across the street.

“And he’s so nice, like when I first met him I was really shy, and he introduced me to all these people and encouraged me to be myself, and he’s the reason I’m friends with all of you.” You continued, Hermione nodding to what you were saying, showing she was listening.

“And he’s just... so nice to look at, like he’s tall, and his freckles are adorable, and his smile gives me butterflies, and his hair looks so soft, and I once saw him without a shirt because George gave him a dare or something, and bitch... quidditch is the best thing to ever happen, he has such good abs.” You finished, causing George to let out a laugh, which could be heard through the bracelet, but Hermione covered it up with a cough, covering the bracelet with her sleeve and cutting off the connection to the other charm.

“I didn’t know you liked him so much” Hermione said smiling. “I think he might fancy you as well you know” She said, to which you shook your head.

“No, I don’t know if I’m his type, he’s just being nice” You said

Meanwhile across the street.

“See, I told you they liked you back, now will you go tell them?” George asked Fred, who currently had the most ridiculous smile on his face.

“Yeah I will” Fred said, looking out the store window, and into the shop across the street. Looking at you.

By the time you and Hermione were done at the bookstore, it was time to head back. You didn’t end up getting your chocolate frogs which was a little disappointing, but you had four new books to read, and seeing you still had another day of the weekend, that will most likely be rainy, you couldn’t wait to start reading them.

You and Hermione met the rest of the group outside Honeydukes before making your way back. On your way back you were clinking your two of your new books to your chest, Fred offering to carry some as well, and talking to Fred about how excited you were, which made him smile. He loved how your face lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Before you knew it, you had made your way back onto the campus, and into the common room.

“Whelp, that was fun, now I’m going to sleep for the next twenty hours” Ron said, making the group laugh.

“I’m pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow” Hermione said, cutting off from the group as well.

“I think I’m going to start one of my books. See you guys tomorrow?” You asked the rest of the group.

“Yeah sounds good”

“See you tomorrow” Dean and George said, heading towards the boys dorm.

“Oh Y/N” Fred said, stopping you and handing you your other books that he carried for you.

“Oh, thank you! Sorry you really didn’t have to carry them if you didn’t want to” You said.

“Oh hush I wanted to” He said smiling ‘Oh, and I think you should start with the green one, it looks interesting, see you later” Fred said, before headed to the boys dorm, leaving you to head to yours.

When you walked in you set your books down and went to change your clothes, realizing you were still wearing Fred’s Jacket. You held the jacket out and smiled before bringing it to your face and taking a breath in. It smelled like fireworks and cinnamon. Like him.

You put the jacket on your bed and went to go to your trunk, when you noticed something sticking out of one of your new books, the green one about magical plants.

You picked up the book and opened the cover to find a folded up piece of paper. You unfolded and read the parchment.

‘Meet me at the astronomy tower in an hour, I want to tell you something’ the paper said.

You knew it was from Fred, you could recognize his handwriting anywhere, still why would he need to talk to you... in the astronomy tower? Regardless of why he might want to talk to you, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and all you wanted to do was watch the clock until it was time to meet him.

As you made your way up the steps on the astronomy tower, you could see lights coming from the landing. You carried Fred's jacket over your arm, thinking it would probably be best to return it. However, you almost dropped it when you walked into the room.

The room was glowing, the light from the moon illuminating the whole room. A couple of blankets were laid out on the floor, along with some candles, chocolate frogs, and Fred, who was now smiling at you.

“About time you showed up” He joked, but you barely heard him, to mesmerized by the room.

“What's all this?” You asked, walking over to where Fred was standing.

“Well its for you” Fred said, the confidence in his voice faltering a bit at your lack of a reaction. He was about to explain some more, when you spoke up.

“You did this for me? Why?” You asked, finally looking him in the eyes, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean why?” Fred asked

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” You half joked, wondering if you might have missed something.

“No, its not your birthday” Fred laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I did all this because I wanted tonight to be special” He said, waiting for you to finally put all the pieces together.

“Again, why?” You asked, causing Fred to mentally face palm.

“Because I like you, you dummy!” Fred finally said, looking at your face for a reaction.

“Like as a friend or-” You asked, but before you could come up with something else to say, Fred had taken his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between you, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.

Time seemed to stop as you felt him kiss you, before you finally dropped the jacket you were holding, and moved your arms to rest around his neck, deepening the kiss, only for his to pull away, much to your disappointment.

“Not as a friend” Fred said, making you smile.

“Well, I’d hope not after that” You said smiling as Fred lead you over to the blankets on the ground, taking a seat.

“Chocolate frogs?” You asked, picking up one of the packages, a huge smile crossing your face.

“Yeah I know they’re you’re favorite” He said, who was also smiling, but because of your reaction.

“So wait, you fancy me? For how long?” You asked, making him laugh.

“For over a year! I’ve been trying to give you hints all this time and you just never picked up on it, and I was too nervous to ask you out directly, so I just kept hoping you would notice” Fred said, making your face heat up.

“So what made you tell me tonight?” You asked, this time Fred getting flustered, a tint dusting his face.

“Hermione and George got sick of watching you not notice and me not make a move, so they made a charm and... I heard that you liked me too”

“Wait, so in the library when Hermione asked me-” You started, to afraid to finish the sentence.

“Yeah” Fred said

“Oh my God! How much did you hear?” You practically yelled making Fred laugh.

“All of it” He said, causing you to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m going to kill them” You said, before feeling Fred’s hand gently pull your hands away from your face.

“I thought it was cute” He said, making you give him a look of suspicion.

“You promise this wont change the way you view me for the rest of our lives” You asked, making him laugh again.

“I promise” He said, making you laugh before he closed the space between you two again, this time your hands moving to his face to deepen the kiss more, his hands moving to rest on your waist. The kiss was just starting to get a bit more heated when-

“So you think I have nice abs?” Fred asked, breaking away from the kiss and laughing when you swatted his shoulder.

“I swear to god!”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Ace In The Hole

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When the team decides to bring back Superman Wonder Woman agrees but on one condition she can bring someone in to help in case he goes rogue. Bruce agree just for a quiet life however no one was quite expecting a tall pubescent teen.

Warnings:Swearing, sort of angsty, bit of fluff

A/N: This was a request from priestess-of-death for a Scarlet witch type Shy Teen reader x Motherly Wonder Woman helping to defeat Steppenwolf. I used a mix of comic and movie abilities and got a little creative with the back story. This was the first heavy action piece I have done I tried really hard to make them believable and I hope it lives up to you expectations xx ps its looong!

Dividers are made by wrightyourmindaway

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Diana smiled in encouragement as she lead you down into a...warehouse? You looked around slowly as you both breezed through some heavy looking security. You moved closer to her trying to calm your breathing."You'll be fine... They are children really, nothing to be frightened of I promise" you nodded to the woman fully trusting her, she had never lead you wrong before and was unlikely to stat now. Quickly scurrying up behind her your shaking hands clutching as her forearm in a white knuckle grip as she made it into the huge warehouse where there was a group of people waiting....

"Whats Mr Wayne doing here?" You tilted your head a little to her she smiled at you patting your hand but ignored the question as Bruce moved forward holding a hand out to her exasperated.

"Diana...What? I thought you said you had someone who'd help with-" he stopped when she shot him a look holding a hand on your shoulder she pulled you around her pressing insistently so you stood forward. Almost as if trying to show you off to the group rubbing your back as your breathing hitched. The others glowered at the woman behind you instantly making assumptions about you already. It was clear to them that you had no idea what was about to be asked of you.

"Why have you returned with a kid? I thought you were going to get someone who could actually help! We have a crisis on our hands here-" Diana growled moved stepping away from you making you panic a little just sort of hovering there alone as the other three analyzed you. Each eyeing you intently weighing you up, judging you. You wanted to melt into the floor you trusted Diana you really did...But this was big...or you thought it was, it must be she hadn't shared the details but for her to pull you out of school; And your attendance was something she was very strict with .It must be a big deal. You shifted from one foot to the other well aware of the men in the room outright staring at you. You took a deep breath trying to focus on anything other then the situation you found yourself in.

"She is here to help Bruce..She's something else powerful and I know shes going to be a great help." You moved pulling on the sleeves of your knit sweater the cuffs loose from the way you bite and pull at them from anxiety, you twisted the soft wool through your fingers looping and unlooping the hanging stitch around the tip of your finger, you looked around. She turned to you holding out a hand and you all but ran at her pinching at her jacket. Bruce wasn't convinced peering at you with a huff.

"I met her a few years ago, she helped me save a lot of people and is definitely someone we need on the team." You took a deep breath as Mr Wayne gave you a sharp look.

"Soo she has abilities? What are they?" You looked wide eyed at Diana as Bruce stood over you and flinched trying to tuck yourself into her.

"I...er...There’s lots...hard to explain..." you spoke quietly almost frightened of being heard by him...He seemed very strict. He sighed realizing he wasn't going to get very far in the way of answers from you, turning on his heal he threw Diana a look tilting his head at her.

"Right...okay so in other words not a clue.." Diana growled at him moving to shield you as you bit your lip looking at the floor. You could see the man was stressed you took a slow step back not used to being this close to strangers....you didn't like strangers. They were...unpredictable.

"How is she gonna be help if she is to scared to even speak?"

"Bruce! She isn't scared she is just shy... She has what we amazons call chaos magic...Its an ancient gift! One that is coverted by ancient beings....It proved very useful in fighting him last time!" You closed your eyes cursing yourself for being so shy, but you were surprised when the frighteningly tall long haired man stood from his seat on the desk looking to Diana then you staring holes into you.

"Chaos magic? As in the gods sealing disgraced gods magic inside a mortal? That Chaos magic?....Isn't that supposed to be a fairy tale? Legend or something? yadda yadda all that shit?" You looked at him as he watched you intently...Gods? You looked to Diana for help you don't know what the huge man meant but it frightened you.

"Not legends Arthur...They were real...For generations these bloodlines held some magical abilities...But as time grew on the blood thinned going from incredible abilities to clairvoyant falling further and further until finally the gods interference was... effectively bred out and they became normal humans again... She is a matriarch of a new bloodline... She has to be! Her abilities are far to similar to those of the first generations. She has Chaos magic and its strong...stronger than anything the amazons have seen in nearly two and a half thousand years" The man; Arthur nodded to you and huffed

"I know what they are... But You really expect me to believe that all that power is in this lanky pipsqueak that speedy Gonzalez over there could snap like a twig?" He laughed shaking his head scoffing.

"Sorry but I just don't see it" he walked passed you and leaned on a metal beam still eyeing you.Diana was quick to jump at him, hell bent on protecting you from his seemingly harsh words. The others stood back as she got irritated with Arthur and Bruce's attitude.

"Trust me on this she stands more of a chance against Superman then the five of us together" you looked up at her startled. Against Superman? Wasn't he dead? Unless he never died but something else happened to him something sinister?...And what did she mean against. Did they want you to fight superman. Fuck no. You pulled at her arm making her look at you softly.

"What? but I thought he was... I...Is that what you need? For me to...To what exactly? Fight him? I don't think I can-" She moved over to you leaning down, tho not to far considering you were very tall for your age having your teenage growth spurt a tad early and settling at a firm 5 foot 4 inches and still growing. She gave you an apologetic look.

"We are bringing him back...And we want...Need all the help we can get...We don't know what's going to happen, if he is going to be the same..." you hugged yourself tightly shrugging her off a little shaking your head.

"B-but you said...I'm not...What you saw me do could...I could change him, fuck him up so bad and then what?" She sighed looking down she knew full well you didn't have much confidence in yourself but the others? your outburst hadn't helped convince anyone. She knew you wasn't ready but she didn't have a choice, no one did not anymore. She moved back to face you smiling softly.

"Your strong, I've seen some of what your capable of and I feel like that was just the tip of the iceberg...I’m sorry for doing his to you, so young...so much to loose and If I could keep you out of this I would...I know I said that I would call on you when your ready...when you have grown into your powers...But we don’t have time for that we need you now...there is an enemy...Steppenwolf he has tried to end this world once before over three thousand years ago the three races of men thwarted him then... but he has come back with a vengeance and is here already days away from destroying this planet and we need to put and end to him. To do that we need as many meta-humans fighting this battle and we need Superman back... I promise that I will protect you even if it costs me my life...But please please we need you with us." You looked down at your feet and nodded.

"Okay...I will help...Can you just give me a sec....need to go home and get changed" you heard Bruce and Arthur sigh and start complaining they didn't have time, but Diana ignored them nodding to you. You smiled and closed your eyes vanishing in a cloud of bluey purple fog like haze, teleporting from the warehouse.

Diana smirked as the moaning men stopped their bitching as the tall teen disappeared. She moved slowly to the desk leaning on it crossing her arms and frowned at the team."I expect you to be much kinder to her. There’s no need for you to go at her like that! She is young and shy and what I've asked from her has probably terrified her, but she is here and she is helping, that is my compromise on bringing him back. She stays, I'm taking full responsibility for her, you upset her or scare her away and there will be hell to pay! Understand?" The four men gulped each nodding slowly, Barry looked ready to piss himself. It took a lot for Diana to get defensive like this and none of them had ever seen her in the almost hostile state. She meant business. She nodded after meeting everyone's gaze. it was clear that Diana was very protective of you and none of them doubted she would rip them a knew one if they upset you.

"Remember be nice... This was the compromise and you agreed Bruce" Suddenly you were back in the room this time in a pair of thick black leggings and long sleeved blue top with tiny white anchors on it much easier to move around in...its not like you actually had a super suit. Blinking shaking your head a little you smiled shyly as everyone looked at you closely the silence was broken by Bruce who began to fill you in on The plan.

You moved cautiously around the ship as Bruce and Viktor moved Superman's ...corpse? Body? Into the pool letting him sink a little. You looked from one to the other as they all began discussing how this was gonna go, for the mos part you tried to keep out of everyone’s way but as they deliberated amongst themselves emphasizing how this had to be executed so precise to the second you spoke up.

"I-I'll hold it.....If Barry is late I will slow it down....So it hits...The water thingy...on time." They looked to you, Diana smiling happy that you was willing to help it had been the first time you'd tried making yourself heard...So far you'd only spoke when directly asked something and even then it was one word answers if you could get away with it. She probably should have shed some light on you for the others and filled them in on your story but she was hoping that you would open up to them, she supposed it was her...Motherly instinct towards you she was trying to she was trying to use this situation as a learning curve to pry you out of your shell with the group so they would help you over your shyness...It was holding you back and she could see the others didn't really understand they didn't see anything but a silly little girl who didn't belong here mistaking your shy nature for fear ,Barry sighed placing hands on his hips taking a dismissive tone with you.

"How its not like you can see me when I'm moving that fast-"Diana frowned going to scold Barry for trying to dismiss you so rudely but was cut off by you speaking up for yourself, seeing a glimpse of the fiery girl behind the shy exterior.

"How can you say that when you've never seen my powers..." He scoffed shaking his head at you then turned to the others

"I'll get into position count me down" Before you could reply to him he was gone. you looked down to your sleeves again tugging on them. That was why you didn't bother with people, you were mature and quiet which was strange for a thirteen year old you knew that, but it never got easier having people always underestimate you for your age. Victor sighed looking at you he could see your dilemma to an extent you were much like him, you had low confidence and being shy wasn't doing you any favors he still didn't think you belonged there but he could see how crushed you was being shut down by Barry when all you wanted to do was help.

"You really think you can?..This has to be spot on there can't be any mistakes" you looked to the water again then nodded.

"I've stopped trains and stuff.." Viktor blinked at you.

"This is going to be faster than a train maybe you should step back on this one..." he frowned noting his comment had come across almost as dismissive as Barry's and you heaved a slow deep breath looking to Superman , he could see you fidgeting with your fingers again. He sighed and looked towards Diana flinching when he noticed her dark look as she shook her head at him then spoke on your behalf.

"Is it faster then lightning?" You turned to Diana who spoke for you and smiled at her as Viktor turned to you shocked,.

"Lightning? You’ve stopped lightning?" You nodded shrugging slowly twiddling the threads on your sleeves which by now everyone knew was a habit, something you did when your anxiety spiked.

"Ugh well yeah it was gonna hit the tree in my garden....It'd make it fall on my dads car and he'd get mad soo....So gave it a nudge... it was pretty fast so a box shouldn't be so hard to stop." He nodded with a small smile trying to reassure you. You guessed it was a good thing as he told you to be ready. Then it happened, the box began to fall and Barry ran...It was..he was to slow,well not slow but they would be off by a second or so and quickly raised your hands, your power lunged out in one short millisecond burst of bright blue making the Motherbox's descent stutter then it hit the water just as Barry Passed it. There was a bright light and a huge noise like a crack then you looked up noticing a hole in the ceiling, then to pool it was empty...Superman was alive!. You grinned excited that he was back! you felt a flood of relief as you realized the plan had worked but any joy was quickly replaced by a stomach churning uncertainty. You looked to Diana asking her what to do and she just smiled nodding for you to follow.

You found yourself standing in line with the others looking up as Superman paced slowly across his own monument, like a predator.....A confused dangerous predator finally he looked noticing you all. That was when your stomach dropped, something was wrong, seriously wrong.

"Diana! I-I can see....He's not right! He-hes confused angry, the memories are there...but-but not in order! Fast flashing even I cant make sense of them...there making me dizzy!....they are confusing...it looks...Feels painfull" Arthur looked down the line at you wide eyed.

"You can see in peoples heads?! Fuck me!" You winced and gave him a quick glance not really wanting to take your eyes off the frantic Alien. You looked back at Superman trying to tap into him. He was angry anxious worried...confused all in one yet above all he looked determined. Whatever he had just decided was definitely going to happen. You gasped seeing him turn for the worst.

"Diana...He remembers Bruce trying to kill him." At those words Diana realized how bad this was and watched him ready to strike. He zeroed in on Viktor who was loosing control of his arm. You quivered not wanting any part of this, terrified as Viktor fought with his defense system.

"P-please sto-op it ple-please I don't w-want to fight him pl-please" your words were barely a whisper, more breaths to be honest

"I cant..I'm sorry" it was to late, Viktor had fired. You watched in horror as the newly revived very volatile kryptonian swerved dodging the blast. Suddenly all hell broke loose.

You froze gulping physically shaking as the others dived at him each having a go at him each failing. You watched as Barry made his move but faltered slipping and scrambling out of the way. In moment of panic you moved, wanting to to help Barry who was still scrambling trying to get his legs underneath him to get away. Suddenly you were between them moving your hands up in a defensive move and stretching them pulling a think wispy cord of your power between them screaming throwing everything you had at the man? Alien? Your power erupted around him in a burst of purples and blues moving in an enraged roaring fire centering around him and tapered off into slow tendrils moving in a smoke like fashion. you grunted as he pushed against it. Cringing when he nearly tore himself free from it, you almost collapsed as he beat at it swiping this way and that. You glanced down seeing Barry sitting there stunned as you pushed back against Superman panting and grunting as he thrashed wildly at you.

"Barry! Move get out of here! I can't hold him for long!" you trembled body beginning to ache as your energy was pouring out towards him trying to fully ensnare him. There was a spark and Barry was gone of to the side. This was much harder then you'd thought it’d be and that was saying something. You coughed as he made a particularly well aimed heavy hit, the ricochet almost winding you making you draw back for a split second. Seeing you falter Arthur was quick to charge at him only to be batted away being sent flying as Superman man a bee line for you, he had decided to take you out first it seems. How you managed to throw out another wave towards him you didn't know but you had slowing him when he was a hairs breath away from you. You stumbled back quickly this wasn't working you couldn't hold him off for long. It was meant to fully subdue him! you panicked this was the first time someone had broken through it and you didn't know what to do. you looked left and right still trying to get as much distance between the two of you as he managed to land another hit momentarily breaking you down. you scrabbled back as the others lunged for him again all being strewn across the area as he still gunned for you. You struggled to keep him at bay it wasn't working as intended but it slowed him down significantly, his lunges and punches were more like a mortal man. Slow enough to dodge you cried out moving and dodging him as best as you could then you screamed seeing the red of his eyes. He was going to?!

"NO STOP PLEASE!" He didn't listen you could see it in his face, you were an enemy something to destroy. You pulled back quickly switching from slowing him to attacking him throwing a wave of fire? Energy? You didn't know what it was but it destroyed things and right now it was your only chance at survival. You didn't hesitate. You couldn't! It was wrong, felt wrong but you attacked him just in time his lethal eyes released their heat you felt it as it hit yours causing an almost sunburn like feeling across your uncovered skin. You heard Diana screaming out at him the moment he unleashed his red gaze at you but it didn't gather his attention.The impact threw you both back, he was up quicker then you. He got up and regarded you for a second trying to figure you out then rushed at you once again, you caught him again slowing him. He looked around and fought batting at your hold of him, trying to find that weak spot again. You moved deciding to read him, it was risky and if it didn't work you were dead but...But if it did? he would be back...properly. steeling your nerves you twisted ducking dodging his fist sidestepping him spinning and throwing up a hand just catching him with your fingers hovering them at his temple and pressed one smoky glowing tendril into his mind you followed him forward maintaining contact watching as his eyes shone a bright color somewhere between purple and blue.

That was all it took to completely stop him, he was under....Sort of he was fighting you inside he felt lost and frightened, you ventured deeper projecting your self to him trying to show him you wasn't going to harm him.

"I-it's okay...I'm not gonna hurt you I just wanna help....Just helping okay...Please please don't hit me" The others held their breath not quite sure what you'd done to stop the raging kryptonian. Whatever it was working as he stood stock still his arms dropping by his sides looking off into space. Once you felt him relax you spoke to him again

"I'm going to help..Just try to stay calm okay?" he didn't really reply just let out a breath his shoulders slumping head dropping to the side pressing your fingertips to the flushed skin on his temple. You smiled letting out a shaky breath and began weaving through his mind giving gentle tugs here and there pushing the images,his memories together into something he could hopefully understand. You felt his mind loose the frantic undertone as you moved them into place and let out a breath moving your other hand to his other temple. he grunted softly moving his eyes trying to peer at you they were softer then before.

"Err what is she doing?" Diana smiled at Bruce who had just showed up with a car pulling up behind him, a woman got out and ran towards them all .

"C-clark?" Diana had to grab the woman from running to him.

"No...Not yet, he is confused he is...attacking everyone he see" the woman looked on tearfully watching the teen with glowing hands do something to him she glanced at Diana worried

"Y/n She's....helping him she said his memories were confusing him, they were jumbled...He couldn't remember who he was...What he was it wad causing him pain trying to make sense...I'd bet shes helping him remember slowly...So it doesn't hurt him" as Diana said this the woman gulped looking frightened. Diana cast a smirk over to Bruce 'I told you so'.

"So she can manipulate minds?" Diana nodded

"I told you she is powerful she has an arsenal of abilities at her disposal....And as she gets older she will get stronger...She could get more abilities to but for now she is stable." Everyone seemed to take a deep breath as they watched closely. You slowly began to retreat from the kryptonians mind, he felt better calm and collected. You pulled your hands away completely but held them in front of you still, ready to attack if need be. He blinked once twice then a third and final time and looked at you clearly moving a had to his head rubbing at his temple.

"A-are you alright now? Please tell me your alright I don't want to fight you again..." he offered a small smile to you nodding slightly.

"I'm...Better thank you" you nodded and stepped back still wary of him. Your body trembled as adrenaline rushed through you still. Going up against him was terrifying and you never wanted a rematch You flinched when he suddenly turned as a red haired woman ran up behind him he grabbed her tight in a hug seconds later the pair were flying off...He wont be helping then? Shit. You watched as they disappeared only looking down as Diana had run up to you holding your arms twisting you this way and that checking you over."Are you okay? Your not hurt are you? He didn't hit you or-or" you shook your head as she fretted over you. You flushed as the others watched as Diana moved smoothing back your hair to look you in the eye, then ran her gaze across you again in frantic zig zags.

"No I'm fine...Didn't get hit, he will be back to normal soon...I put it back together again..." she grinned at you and hugged you to herself tight.

"I'm so very proud of you...You pulled through even though you were frightened and you did it! You were very brave" you looked at the floor kicking the ground.

"Y-your proud? No ones ever been proud of me before" She smiled pulling back from you.

"Of course I am! You were scared but had a job to do, you stopped him like I knew you could and you helped him come to his senses!"

"But he left! That wasn't the plan"

"It doesn't matter...You did it...You and I hope its proved to yourself that you are in control of this, that you can help" you nodded then snapped your head over to the ship, there was a portal opening up on the other side you saw steppenwolf in it holding the box. The Motherbox was gone...He had all three.

Since the whole incident with superman the groups seemed more tolerant of you. You'd proved your usefulness to an extent so they were more receptive to you still tho they was finding it hard to see past you shyness and the fact your were a thirteen year old. But things were slightly better in the team.there was low morale they were irritated.

"Sooo? Y/N what was that back there? it think its time you told us just what you can do." the others nodded at Bruce’s statement. you took a breath and nodded to him swallowing looking him in the eye

"I-I can do lots...telekinesis moving stuff... The beamy fire thingy...That’s err w-well I’m not sure Diana calls it energy manipulation...I can sometimes make force fields and barriers....Teleportation then I can read people...Like look in there heads ...its what I did to him mindreading sort of and recently I’ve noticed I can twist thoughts...That’s what I did to him to but I swear I was just helping his thoughts were all over the place, he really really wanted to kill us..." Arthur wriggled his fingers in the air

"So that glowey eye thing you did to him makes him what? exactly." you swallowed

"I-I was..well... its hard to explain, he was angry, confused and in pain so i looked through...I put them in order;his thoughts...Just gentle tugs so he would calm down....The only other thing I have realized recently" you glanced warily across the room everyone was watching intently Diana was nodding to you she knew as you got older you’d gain more abilities.

"What is it?”

"Peoples perceptions I can change it as I see fit...Make them believe things...Make them see things.... Hallucinations and stuff... Make them experience their darkest fears of wildest dreams." there was a breath of silence Viktor smiled at you

"And it worked...Thank you I..We could all see how hard it was for you but you really pulled through" you smiled wide at them

"Really? Your not..not mad he left I mean I know that could have stopped him and dragged him back but I didn't wanna hurt the lady..." Bruce spoke up next shaking his head.

"Honestly if it wasn't for you doing what you did...We would all be dead...I'm not sure even Lois would have been enough to stop him. And you made the right call not pulling him back..Yo-you did good kid you did real good...But no pokeing around our minds you here me?" You giggled relaxing for the first time around them nodding

"I-I wouldn't do that anyway...I don't make a habit of it sometimes what you see can...Hurt" your voice trailed off and the room fell into a deafening silence everyone knew there was a story behind it but didn't press further. Barry noticing the tension spoke up.

"Soo is this a bad time to bring up my blood sugar?" Bruce sighed waving him off just before Barry left he asked you to join him. He had been much more approachable since saving him in the battle. You smiled gratefully as you knew he was giving you and escape from the 'adult talk' and followed him out of the bat cave.

This was it, you'd found him the ride over here had been...Tense and embarrassing for some...Namely Arthur who had inadvertently had a heart to heart with everyone after he'd sat his ass on Diana's lasso of truth. Yet during his funny rambling he had admitted that the thought you was 'kick ass' and that he'd been to quick to judge you, which had made you beam at him. But now as you stood with the others overlooking the chaos being unleashed upon the people you shivered, those fear demons were swarming the place and they will pose a problem for you.You were scared. Scared of the fight, scared of loosing a member of the team. And most of all scared of failure.

You watched as large mineral like pylons arched in and out of the ground causing craters into the ground, they all moved faster spreading out from the center of all the chaos. You looked towards the others as they to peered down at the town. Bruce had dropped you off and was making his way towards it. There was a massive dome covering the town that was protecting it from any outside interference. You watched as a huge swarm of those..Fear demons swirled around inside that is what you were worried about. This was the first proper full scale battle you were going to be in and you were scared so they were going to go to town on you. You held your breath when Bruce got closer and closer.

"Sh-should he be doing that alone?" You asked to no one in particular they all watched humming then turned to Diana.

"....No not alone lets go" you nodded watching as Bruce broke through the dome hitting it full speed creating an opening then slowly the dome shattered falling to the earth in huge chunks causing the ground to tremble below your feet as you all made your way down to the town. You watched intently as Bruce continued his kamikaze mission luring the fear demons his way with a loud irritating sound blasting from the batmobile. Somehow you managed to keep pace with them only just reaching the town before the fight began.

In the panic you got separated from the others but you knew what you needed to do. You moved fast doing small teleporting 'jumps' here and there using the energy around you to attack the stragglers that Were to slow to catch up to Bruce. You moved with ease as you burned and disintegrated the fear demons one by one then as you go more confident you stretched out hitting more and more with each attack slowly getting the hang of it. You stopped on top of a low building trying to work out your and the others positions. They were all scattered but Bruce was coming towards you fast but he was smothered! The demons were attacking the batmobile in one quick move you made the leap as he tore down the road like a bat out of hell. By some miracle you landed on it as you did Bruce. Began bitching at you

"What the?.....Kid what the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Rolling your eyes you pushed on all sides creating a deadly barrier around him instantly killing anything within a nine foot radius.

"JUST KEEP GOING!" You could feel his exasperation threw the metal of the vehicle, but he continued moving using your barrier to take out more and more of them hitting right threw the main swarm leaving dust in your wake as you tore through them.

"Okay kid good job....Now off I'm about to make a quick exit" you smiled happy that he had finally acknowledged you...Praised you. You moved to the side and off quickly pulling the energy that was clogging up the air around you, using it to make a safe landing as you saw the Batmobile jump and Bruce pop out of it kicking ass.

You looked towards the huge nuclear chimney in the distance. That was your target, you began running making your way towards it, by now all your fear had died out. You'd found a new confidence, you could do this. You could help them save people. Save the world, and it was a good feeling. You moved your hands in a huge circular motion then pushed forward defeating large amounts of fear demons with larger blasts as you move further towards the epicenter where the boxes were clearly being held. Around half way Diana and Arthur caught up with you.

"Kid! Ease up!" You blinked confused as Arthur pulled your arm down.

"What? But I?" Diana cut you off.

"Y/n Steppenwolf cant know, we cant let him know what you are he will kill you...Its clear he learned his lesson from last time, he isn't fooling around one of your kind brought him down last time nearly killed him and he thinks that your all gone..." Arthur patted your shoulder

"Your our ace in the hole pipsqueak! We need you to tone it down so he don't get any ideas, you need to be up by Viktor when the boxes can be separated you have to be there and help pull them apart." You looked from one to the other.

"Clark is a no show and we still don't know how deep Viktor’s going to go...your the next one who can do it...I know I'm asking a lot but could you-" you interrupted her with a smile.

"You can count on me... I'll do it!" She smiled pulling you to her giving you a hug you missed the severe look the two shared over you.

It wasn't long before the team found itself facing of Steppenwolf himself. You and Barry got into position being put on what Barr called 'bug duty' you each moved around one another disposing of the bugs around Viktor as he worked. You flinched as the platform shook with a hit from the fight below. You whimpered frightfully feeling just how heavy the hits were.

"Y/n your okay...your okay alright! Just stay with me! " you looked to Viktor even when trying his hardest to work he was trying to calm you down. You ignored what ever doubts were in your head and pulled yourself together.

"I-I'm alright just ...Don’t worry about me I'm fine!" attacking the few bugs that your momentary fear had called over, dealing with them quickly.

That was when it happened, you saw it Diana leapt down over Arthur protecting him from falling debris. For a split second your heart stopped as you couldn't help panicking. No one should survive a direct hit like that, forgetting that they wasn't ordinary humans you feared the worst and screamed out to them. As you thought you'd just lost the closest thing to a mother you'd ever known. The thought made you loose control the blast you sent out came in two shock waves, the first quick and violent making the earth tremble and the second a rolling wave of raging fire like destruction , you didn't know how far it went but it felt much bigger than anything you'd achieved before and brought you to your knees leaving you weak.

The you gasped when you looked up seeing Diana throw the debris away and you smiled nearly sobbing as you shook on the floor. The relief was short lived as Steppenwolf's eyes locked on you, within seconds you were held by your throat he hoisted you up to his face.

"Chaos? I thought you were all dead...pity" you struggled against him, weak and unable to anything more then scratch at his hand that covered front the base of your neck all the way to your face covering your mouth and nose. He moved kicking Viktor with all his might sending him flying then he moved arm stretched out over the platform. You panicked you needed some time to get your energy back, you were exhausted drained and the fact you could use your powers was making you panic even more. You bit his hand but to no avail he was slowly suffocating you, you tried kicking at him but it didn't work.

Suddenly you could breath! As you began falling you saw Arthur’s tridents protruding from the arm that held you. You dint have time to scream as you fell feeling a strong cable loop around your ankle. Bruce had caught you and heaved you up to the platform where Viktor was. You panted trying to ease your lungs

"You alright?" You calmed yourself down nodding to him then scrabbled to the motherboxes you needed energy and there was a perfect source right in front of you one quick swipe across it and you had taken some fro yourself, like charging up a battery.It was lucky you did as steppenwolf was coming up behind you fast you moved just in time rolling away and threw a blast at him but it didn't do much damage you were still very weak. You moved changing tactics pulling the objects around you trying to impale him or something. You landed a few hits on him as you ran around frantically dodging him. Diana got between you jumping and attacking him getting him off your back for a few seconds.

It was then you heard it, the sonic boom that was the tell tale arrival of Superman you looked up trying to spot him. But in looking up you failed to notice steppenwolf stalking towards you he had beaten away Diana and was coming for you again he raised his weapon and struck the platform making it smash and you screamed as you began falling still to weak you use your teleportation. Your descent was cut short as you were caught all you saw was a flutter of red, you looked up seeing Clark holding you gently.

"Please pay more attention...people like him wont play fair now where do you need to be?" you nodded to Viktor as he hovered for a few seconds

"Right" he nodded then flew higher you squeaked as he moved fast twisting around steppenwolf as he lunged for you both with ease and placed you next to victor.

"Stay on your guard... I mean it" he pointed a finger at you as he spoke, you gasped as you saw a huge fist flying toward him but he knew quickly dodging it then punching steppenwolf in the face sending him into the chimney , he followed him beating the crap out of him. You moved to Viktor and placed a hand over the boxes letting some of their energy flow into you, you noticed Viktor’s quick questioning gaze.

"Its energy....And I'm low so just...Charging?" He gave a subtle nod and continued.

"Good you’ll need it" You felt your power flooding back slowly you stayed still taking as much as you could. Only stopping when you felt a shift behind you. You turned seeing Arthur Bruce and Diana battling steppenwolf but try as they might he was gaining on you and Viktor the battle naturally veered towards you. You wasn't sure what happened but something must have as Barry and Clark were no where to be seen.

Taking one last surge of energy from the boxes you pivoted throwing it to steppenwolf blasting him back down to the floor below giving Arthur the perfect opening to strike from above the others following now keeping him occupied down there. You sighed they could hold him off for a while longer.

"Is he still bothering you?" You watched as Clark dive bombed him into the floor leaving a huge crater, as the huge alien tried to sit up Clark hit him again keeping him down.

"QUICKLY THERE READY!" You held your breath as Viktor shouted this. It was time. He called Clark over and explained what had to be done.

"And fall out from these?" You and Viktor shared a look and he nodded to the kryptonian.

"Err yeah big boom." You added he nodded as you all got ready, you couldn't worry about the others now you had a job to do.

On Viktor’s signal and three of you pulled. You quickly realized this was going to hurt, you held your breath pouring everything you had into prying the boxes apart. Your body shook as your muscles ached and pulled trying to cramp as you pressed on. You screamed out i agony when you began moving them away, it was working but at what cost? You could feel your power waning fast quickly being drained. Tears streamed down your face as you tried pushing harder taking it up a gear. Your palms stung and it was getting harder to breath, the high raw power off these things made the air thick and hot it was burning your throat and lungs. Finally with one more heave they seemed to snap away from each other. The blast was something else it didn't hit you more like went through you. Hitting your insides just as hard as your skin.

You were thrown off the platform and hit the ground hard. Your back took most of the fall you wheezed trying to catch some breath. You could hear the other two laughing and joking...You didn't understand how tho didn't they just feel that? You tried moving only to cry out slightly it would have been louder but you couldn't move not even your jaw. Diana heard you tho and ran kneeling next to you.

"Y/N! Oh my god! Are you alright?" You looked at her panicked you wanted to tell her you couldn't move, but you could only lay there moving your eyes. You winced as something built up inside of you, moving...Bubbling almost you could feel it in your nerves biting at them with a sharp sting. It was quickly moving to the surface what ever this was it wanted out now! Your skin prickled hair standing on end.

"Can you? GUYS SHE-SHE CAN'T.. I DON'T THINK SHE CAN MOVE HELP! DO SOMETHING!" You watched as Diana's face went from worried to panicked making you worry more, you heard the others moving over to you but you managed a slight shake of your head. No get back! You screamed in your head for them to back away but it was to late Diana had leaned over you and moved a hand to touch you instantly she was blasted back from the contact, you felt heard her land hard a few meters away. Releasing the small blast had revealed some pressure and was now letting the energy escape from you. In a few seconds you was able to move albeit you were stiff and slow in getting up. Your body was jerking and shuddering twitching as the your powers swirled around uncontrollably below the surface.

"Y/N what the? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" You flinched and turned to an irate Arthur who was helping up Diana the woman placed a hand on his arm stopping him from shouting at you. Viktor to held up a hand trying to calm him.

"She couldn't help it.... The blast hit us...She absorbed it, she was using the energy earlier charging herself fro. It...she's must have absorbed to much and its trying to escape" you looked to Viktor in thanks standing slowly you could feel it the raw power ghosting the skin of your palms the bright blues and purples coiling off of you into tendrils of smoke.

You caught from the corner of your eye steppenwolf rising enraged he moved aiming his weapon for Barry. One blast was all it took for you knock the others away , steppenwolf took most of the blast but you hit your target shattering his weapon the ricochet sending him into the thick concrete behind him. You looked to the others although they were scattered on the floor they were fine. You called all of the excess power fro. the boxes, it needed to be used and you had just the target, you felt it rise as you molded your own around it to keep control. The others watched at

"Wh-what no! NO THIS CANNOT BE!" He charged at you but you stood your ground the others watched as you became engulfed in a swirling mass of dangerous power. This is what Chaos truly looked like steppenwolf looked frightened and he had a right to be, none of them wanted to be in his shoes at that moment. You thrust both hands out hitting him directly he screamed still trying to rush forward but you pushed harder. It wasn't long before everything stopped. You let the last of the borrowed power rush forward from your palms and sighed.

Finally you was back to normal...Exhausted but normal, you dropped your hands slowly as everything retreated there was just a scorch mark where steppenwolf had stood. He was dead, you panted and wobbled a little unsteady on your feet that had really taken its toll on you. Diana ran up to you hugging you tightly supporting you as you dropped, you were dead on your feet.

"You-you killed him? How? not even we could all those years ago."you smiled then coughed a little

"Those boxes are...something else" you said chuckling you groaned as she held you tighter

"I'm so proud of you! You did so well I cant believe you did that, but don't you ever frighten me like that again you here?!" You nodded slowly to her as she pulled back holding you at an arms length you could see tears in her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you! That I'd dragged you to your death!" You chuckled at her weakly

"Makes us even then?"

"Don’t you get cheeky with me!" She gave you a stern look then quickly smothered you with a bone crushing hug again just glad you were safe. None of the others knew where you had come from, or how you met Diana but what they did know that she had a bond with you that was not to be trifled with as they watched her dote on you who was very flushed and trying to pry her off of you.

"Dianaa stoopp! Their staring!" They chuckled at your whining and Diana's blatant ignorance to your embarrassment it was clear she was taking on the mother hen role as she licked her thumb and began wiping at a mark on your cheek making you wriggle and whine louder. The team looked to one another nodding making a silent vow to help protect and look after you. God help anyone who upsets this kid.

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Karasuno High as Aesthetics and Playlists

3rd Year, Wing Spiker, Captain : Daichi Sawamura # 1

Earth tones, Dark Academia, Leather bound notebooks, wicker furniture, beige and dark green t-shirts, dark colored sweaters and hoodies, fitted brown pants and leather belts, black details, a few dark leafy house plants, simple meals of rice, avocado, clean sneakers, gym bag in the back of his car, protein powder on the counter, coffee mugs and matcha tea, encouragement and validation one-on-one, probably posts gym thirst traps on his story

Harder Than You Think - Public Enemy

Winner’s Circle - Anderson.Paak

Fell in Love With a Girl - The White Stripes

No Church in the Wild - Jay Z

Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis

3rd Year, Setter : Koshi Sugawara # 2

Sky tones, light blue and bright white clouds, organized stationary and notepads, laying in the sun on a hammock, underneath a seashell, a warm cup of tea, making video compilations of memories, thrift stores, would do the dishes/laundry for you if you’re feeling stressed

Shampoo Bottles - Peach Pit

Close to You- Day Glow

Loving You is a Mountain - Isaia Huron

Honey - Kehlani

At My Worst - Pink Sweat$

3rd Year, Ace : Asahi Azumane # 3

Beige and white, oat milk lattes, long flowing wheat grass, a hike through the mountains, weekend camping trips, ambitious baking, large bulky hands and calloused fingers, doodling through class, wants to be the little spoon sometimes, enjoys when you do face masks together at night

Fire Escape - Foster the People

The Bakery - Arctic Monkeys

Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant

She Moves In Her Own Way - the Kooks

Ivy - Taylor Swift

2nd Year, Libero : Yu Nishinoya # 4

E-boy, short sleeve printed shirts and acid washed jeans, striped long sleeve shirts, hot orange flames, throws shit off bridges, likes to piss people off, loves spicy ramen, tattoos, embraces rejection, chipped painted finger nails, would record both of you doing internet challenges, his email notifications are in the thousands, sporadic texting

Evil Fantasy - Freddie Dredd

Wet Dreamz - J. Cole

Power Tools - Jack Harlow

REEL IT IN - Amine

Best Friend - Saweetie, Doja Cat

2nd Year, Wing Spiker : Ryunosuke Tanaka # 5

Skater, collection of worn beanies, silver chains and rings, tattoos scattered up the arm, overcast skies, dirty puddles in the city, thick well made army jacket, in class even though others are talking the teacher yells at him, accidentally punches the wall, sends horny memes from Twitter, really good listener, somebody you’d like to get drunk or high with

Beverly Hills - Weezer

Panic Station - Muse

Somebody Told Me - The Killers

Nice Guys Finish Last - Green Day

acting like that - Yungblud, Machine Gun Kelly

1st Year, Setter : Tobio Kageyama # 9

Alternative, midnight drives through a city, modern art museums, clean white collared shirts, black trench coats, quiet meditation in the morning, worn down combat boots, hates being pranked, tangled headphones, has a lot of pet peeves he complains about, likes to be away from technology to be in the moment, takes note of what song is playing so he can send it to you later

Yeah Right - Joji

Die Alone - FINNEAS

Show Me How - Men I Trust

Places We Won’t Walk - Bruno Major

Sharing Beds - The Japanese House

1st Year, Middle Blocker, Decoy : Shoyo Hinata

Soft Boy, loves wildflowers, picnic dates, walks through a nature reserve, collects seashells and rocks for his windowsill, tried to make bread but failed, sends you goodnight/morning texts everyday, bike riding dates, plays with your hair because why else is it there

Feel Special - TWICE

Daydreamer - MYLK

Only a Fool - Galantis

Kill vs Main - Grimes

Treat People with Kindness - Harry Styles

1st Year, Middle Blocker : Kei Tsukishima

Grunge, white collared shirts, simple healthy meals, messy notes with scribbled and poorly drawn diagrams, books with lots of tagged places he wants to remember, existentialism, organized bookshelves with smart decor, CD collection organized by genre, probably a Frank Ocean stan, listens to podcasts about space and quantum physics, is probably a huge star wars fan, planetarium and natural history museum dates, surprises you with overpriced coffee

Love It if We Made It - the 1975

Bonfire - Childish Gambino

Godspeed - Frank Ocean

Kelso - Matty Wood$

STFU! -Rina

1st Year, Pinch Server : Tadashi Yamaguchi

Light academia, cozy socks, big blankets, lots of plants and a cat around the house, stacks of books on the floor, experiments with makeup and fashion, on weekends will work on a DIY project, needs constant reassurance but hates attention, drinks tea with honey and cream, wants to spend time with you whenever but doesn’t want to be a bother

A Phone Call in Amsterdam - Valley

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers

Tired - bebadoobee

Brazil - Declan McKenna

Tonight (I Wish I was Your Boy) - The 1975

3rd Year, Manager : Kiyoko Shimuzi

Minimalism, oversized hoodies with tights, white sneakers, ripped light wash jeans, probably works at a retail store in the mall, likes to buy name brand clothing, big fan of the olympics, detail oriented, really good at budgeting, fan of stationary, fresh haircuts, would write you notes and surprise you with your favorite meal every now and then

Tomboy - Princess Nokia

Check- Queen Herby

Who’s Gonna Save U Now? - Rina Sawayama

Fuck Me in Shibuya - Ashnikko

Baby Girl - Chloe x Halle

1st Year, Manager : Hitoka Yachi

Pastel, pink clouds, runs a secret stan account, wears lots of trendy and stylish clothing, doodles on napkins, dewy makeup, lots of pink blush, fake lashes, cat eyed liner, makes her lunch aesthetically pleasing, cool edits for her pictures, sends the best memes in the group chat, if it reminds her of you she’ll buy it and surprise you the next day, loves to be matching with you, makes you learn kpop dances with her, has a fuzzy keychain

NASA - Ariana Grande

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

Do Me - Kim Petras

The Boys - Girl’s Generation

FANCY- TWICE

Coach Ukai

Does not know what it means to have an aesthetic, messy hair, cigarettes, canned coffee, white t shirts, baggy sweatpants, cheap meals, likes newspapers but won’t pay for it, probably borrows cash from you a lot but never pays you back, constantly watching sports clips on twitter, likes old cars and guitars, probably used to draw dicks in bathroom stalls, hates the government, has lots of stories from his twenties, makes a great breakfast when he has the time, wants you to get a matching tattoo with him,

Habit - Still Woozy

Cool With You - Her’s

Lover’s Rock - TV Girl

Outta My Mind - Monsune

You’re Gonna Live Forever In Me - John Mayer

Coach Takeda

Minimalism, sweaters over collared shirts, clean sneakers, morning meditation and workouts, fresh laundry, loves warm sheets after a wash, bonsai tree, great at making drinks, goes out of his way to make sure you’re heard and respected, knows how to knit and sew, believes in karma, annoyed if you are one your phone when with them

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass

Come and Get Your Love- Redbone

She’s So High- Tal Bachman

Wonderwall- Oasis

Vienna- Billy Joel

@brookemasterson on spotify if you’d like the playlist ♡

#haikyuu #karasuno high #karasuno #daichi sawamura #haikyuu canons #haikyuu aesthetic #hinata #kageyama #tsukishima #yamaguchi #coach ukai #coach ukai gives me nick miller vibes #kiyoko's playlist is my favorite

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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A Walk In Central Park

Title: A Walk In Central Park

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,697

Warnings: Fluff, Mutual Pining

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell

Author Notes: Alright so apparently I have thing for mutual pining idiots. This was a request for fall/autumn seasonal fic. I’m sorry I didn’t get all of your request in it! Writing this fic I kept getting old romantic movie vibes like You’ve got mail or Serendipity feelings. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Gif Credit: Google

You sighed softly as you looked down at the file you were preparing for the briefing on the mission coming up. Letting your eyes wander over to your windows another soft sigh escaped your mouth. Fall has taken over New York City finally and from your window you can see the beautiful brown and orange leaves that have started to change in preparation for winter in Central Park. Smiling softly you admire the beautiful landscape displayed in front of you.

Just then there’s a knock at your office door and you turn in your chair to see Agent Whiskey peeking around your door. His warm chocolate eyes spot you and he grins softly.

“Working hard or hardly working?” he teases softly as he steps into your office softly closing the door behind him. You give him a mock angry pout and he chuckles softly as he looks down at your office carpet. “You got time to go for a walk with me?” he asks kindly and you blink up at him concerned.

Normally when he asks to go for a walk with you there’s something wrong that he needs to talk about. It’s become a coping mechanism between the two of you when things get a little stressful at work. You’re already standing from your desk nodding your head towards him.

“Of course Whisk.” you say softly with affection, using his nickname that you had coined years ago, wondering what it is that’s bothering him. You wave a hand back at your desk before you speak up again. “But not for too long I still have to finish the briefing packet for the next mission coming up.”

“No worries Grenadine. I’ll get you back before curfew.” he teases again and you roll your eyes at his joke. You moving to the coat rack that’s over by the door and pull the large gray chunky sweater from it and slip it on over your body before you pull your actual peacoat off the rack as well and slip that on over the sweater. Whiskey already has his brown leather jacket on and scarf around his neck as he lets you lead the way out of your office.

Getting into the elevator with him you slip your hands into your jacket pockets and pull out the warm knit mittens and slide those over your hands. You grin down at your hands admiring the pseudo mittens on your hands, they were your favorite because the mitten part flipped up to reveal the gloves underneath. It made for easy access to grip things if your hands were cold out in the chilly weather.

“So is there something going on that I should be worried about?” you asked with concern as you turned to look over at Whiskey. He smiled kindly at you and you could feel your heart flutter at the sight. Whiskey was your best friend here at work and also out work. He was just so easy to confide in and over the years of working alongside him had created a bond between the two of you that you were so grateful for.

“You’ve been stressed ever since they announced this next mission. I figured since you’re too stubborn to ask for help I could at least ease some of the tension by stealing you away for a relaxing walk.” he explained truthfully while he shrugged his shoulders. Your heart clenched in your chest at his thoughtfulness and your face crumpled slightly with deep affection for the man next to you.

“Thanks Whisk.” you said softly as you stepped closer and placed a hand on his forearm. He grinned brightly down at you and you could feel your lungs deflate with air quickly.

Shaking your head with a bashful smile as you looked down towards the ground you tried to distance yourself from him a little. At least emotionally you tried. Physically was a whole other story. There was just something about Whiskey, he was like a magnet to you. You gravitated to him even when you tried not to. You had grown to feel such deep affection for this man that you were afraid that it was going to hurt when he decided it was time to find someone to share his life with. Frowning softly down at the ground you tried to release that thought from your brain so it wouldn’t ruin your walk with Whiskey.

As the two of you were walking out of the main doors to the building you felt his hand slide down your arm to lacing his fingers with yours and tug you close to him as he navigated the two of you around the New York pedestrian traffic and across the street. You grinned with excitement as he led you with purposeful stride straight into Central Park. Picking up your pace to keep up with him you moved closer to his side with a bright smile.

The walk was refreshing and relaxing and it hadn’t been long before you and Whiskey were walking along the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. It was your favorite section of Central Park because you always loved watching the swans and ducks that frequented here. The two of you had grown to walk with a bit of room between you and had already stopped on the way to get hot chocolates and roasted chestnuts from a food cart. You munched on the roasted nuts as you walked and idly talked about things that were going on in each other’s lives.

You had learned that Whiskey’s mom and sister were coming up for a visit next week and he was excited to see them after not seeing them for a month. He had told you that he was only a little upset that his dad wasn’t also traveling with them but this was the family business busy time so he understood it. He would just get to see his dad and brothers closer to Christmas time when he had time off to travel to them.

He had learned that this new mission was worrying you with all the little details that you were tasked with keeping track of. Also you were sad that you wouldn’t be able to travel to visit your family for the holiday season this year. Statesman needed you close for this mission because you were running key point on the intel. He had seemed upset by that fact but you had easily reassured him that that’s what video calls were for with a bittersweet smile.

“C’mon Whisk there’s only room for one of us to be upset in this relationship.” you teased as you nudge your shoulder into his. “And no offense but I beat you to that role already.” You watched as Whiskey smiled softly in contemplation down at the ground.

“I’m upset because you won’t be able to go see your family for the holidays but that’s not the only reason I’m upset.” he confessed to you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at him and waited for him to explain. “I was going to ask you to come with me to visit my family this holiday season.”

You stared at him dumbfounded for a second not realizing that you had stopped walking and he had continued on. Shaking your head you rushed after him as your head filled with questions.

“You were? Why?” you asked as you came back up to his side.

“Well I had this all planned out where I would ask you to help me with making dinner for my mom and sister one night next week. And then I was supposed to woo you into being my girlfriend and then by the holiday season we would’ve been together for at least a month and I think that’s long enough to be able to convince you to come visit my family with me.” he said as he scuffed his boots along the ground as the two of you walked. When your brain registered what it was he was saying you stopped walking again and your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest.

“Wait what?!” you called out to him and he turned back to look at you with an amused smile. He ambled back over to stand in front of you with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Grenadine, we’ve been best friends for a grand total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. That’s five years that I’ve spent getting to know all your quirks and idiosyncrasies. That’s five years that we have been sharing these walks that mean so much to me. And it’s been five years that I’ve had to muster up the damn courage to ask you out on a date. And every time I’ve tried I lose my self confidence. You make me weak and strong all within the same breath and frankly it scares the dickens outta me. But I’m tired of waitin’ Gren. So I’m telling you I have fallen in love with your silly little self and I’d like to take you out on a date.” Whiskey said confidently and you felt your heart soaring inside your chest as it tried to escape your ribcage.

You launched yourself at Whiskey dropping both your little bag of chestnuts and your hot chocolate to the ground. Whiskey easily caught you against his body and kept you pressed closely to him. Your arms came to wrap around his neck and you smashed your lips against his pouring every ounce of love that you held for this man so that he knew how much you loved with actions first. When you pulled away you were panting against his lips as you pressed your forehead slowly against his.

“I love you too Whisk. Have for quite awhile. Couldn’t muster up the courage either.” you said softly to him as you grinned widely at him.

“Oh thank god.” you gasped out lowly and you tilted your head at him curiously. “You think I would be able to not kiss you again after that?!” he asked you incredulously and you burst out into happy laughter as he swung you around and kissed your lips again.

#my writing #fic request #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman the golden circle

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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A fic for day 2!

The 25 days of Kiersey continue! This is Thanksgiving-focused, but I wanted to get this one early in the countdown before Thanksgiving was too distant of an event. I’m counting this as a winter holiday.

For context, if you want or need it, here is a ficlet that will function as a faraway prequel to the events of the following fic.

In the summer between his sophomore and junior year, Quinn tours with a fictional production of a real Broadway show, Deaf West's Spring Awakening. I recently watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and decided that Quinn Cooper needed to be in on that action. Here's what happened as a result.

Heaven forgive me, for it is LONG under that cut! I saw the opportunity for Quindo fluff in New York City, and I ran with it, my friends. Featuring Quinn’s tour friend Kyra (in person, finally!), some stereotypical NYC tourism shit, and, of course, the actual Thanksgiving festivities.

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Playbill.com

November 1st

Summer Cast of Deaf West’s Spring Awakening To Perform At Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

Tuesday

Kiersey, NH

Technically, the official start of Quinn’s Thanksgiving break occurs at 1:15 on Tuesday, when his last class lets out. Walking across campus after he leaves the sciences building is, to be sure, a very freeing experience. But it’s not until he’s by the door at the house on Beech Street, with a packed bag over his shoulder and a train ticket in his pocket, that it truly feels like his break is beginning.

“I can’t believe you two are ditching out on Shaley Thanksgiving,” Ben tells him, shaking his head and mock-scowling, as he takes the keys to his Prius off a hook by the door. “After all I’ve done for you?”

Quinn smiles brightly, and offers Ben nothing but a shrug. “I’m sorry, Ben,” he hums, “but I’ll be thinking of you in spirit.”

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Mini.” Ben puts a hand to his heart, with all the snark in the world still in his eyes. “It’s almost for a moment like you’re not ditching to go to the big city.”

Quinn hums contemplatively, then glances at the time on his phone. “Sebastián,” he calls, and hopes his voice travels up the stairs. “We’ve got to go! The train’s in twenty minutes!”

“Twenty-four,” corrects Remy, as he walks to the door to join them with his own bag in tow. “You’ve got time, Q.”

Quinn knows he does have time, but as they say in the theater, on time is ten minutes early. He smiles at Remy anyway, and sighs. “I suppose we do, don’t we?”

Remy shrugs. “The train station is, like, two seconds away.”

This is also true.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Ben,” he adds, while they’re waiting. “Goodness knows I’m grateful for your mother’s hospitality.”

“It’s okay.” Ben smirks. “On the bright side, this year you won’t have to deal with her being weird.”

Mrs. Shaley does say odd things, most of them thinly veiled discomfort about his existence as an openly gay man (Quinn, you are just so stylish! It must just be natural for you people), but Quinn is still grateful that she had him to her house last year all the same.

Remy, who is going home with Ben again this year for the brief break, looks to him now, and asks, “Will we see you on TV?”

Quinn smiles— he can’t help it— and dusts off his knit scarf where it’s wound around his neck. “I certainly hope you will,” he replies. “So long as the parade is on, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

“That’s awesome,” Remy says, with a smile of his own, and Ben adds, “I can’t wait to live-Tweet it and say I know you.”

He sighs into his hand. “Oh, Benjamin.” He’s about to call for Sebastián again— he did have the class that released the latest of all of them, so it makes sense he’s the last to be ready, but then again, he should have just packed last night— but before he can call him, the floor shakes with the unmistakable rhythm of him bounding down the stairs, and in another second, he’s joined them by the door.

“Sorry, baby.” With his backpack over his shoulder, Sebastián looks handsome enough that Quinn is willing to forget his previous punctuality stress. “I’m ready now.” He’s in his nice winter jacket, with the red scarf and matching hat, and he looks every bit prepared for the November streets of New York.

“Good,” Quinn says, simply, and fixes the way his scarf tucks into his jacket before he turns to nod at Ben. “We’re ready when you are, mister taxi service.”

“You’re an asshole,” Ben replies, “and let’s get outta here.”

The train station is only a three-minute drive from campus, and Ben and Remy drop them off there, with their own long drive to Providence awaiting them as they pull out of sight. Quinn feels as if he’s buzzing with adrenaline, with the excitement of the five days that lie ahead of them. Thanksgiving break may not be long, and in past years, it hasn’t been very eventful for him— freshman year, he stayed on campus, and last year at Ben’s house was nice but not particularly crazy— but this year is a whole new story.

This year, he gets a Thanksgiving break straight out of his wildest, most wonderful daydreams.

“Are you excited, cari��o?” Sebastián asks him, as they’re waiting on the platform for the train, bundled up with their bags in the cold. Quinn feels like they’re at the start of a wonderful holiday movie.

“Of course I am.” He winds his arm up in his and remarks, “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was quite this excited.”

Sebastián smiles. Under his knit cap, his curls are just a little windblown. Quinn has never seen a more handsome sight. “I’m excited for you,” he says, and kisses his forehead, and this is going to be the greatest school break ever.

Wednesday

New York, NY

On their first full day in New York, Quinn has rehearsals. This makes sense, because the whole reason they’re in New York in the first place is so that Quinn can perform. Nando doesn’t even have enough words for how proud he is of him, and the performance hasn’t even happened yet.

Quinn is up bright and early Wednesday morning. He’s headed to the hotel convention center downstairs, where he’s meeting up with his castmates from over the summer for the first time since he left tour in August. Nando rolls over in bed— it’s still dark out— and smiles when he feels him a kiss to his cheek on his way out. He reaches out of the covers and feels around until he can grab Quinn’s hand in the dark.

He squeezes it, three times— their wordless way to say I love you. Quinn returns the three squeezes, kisses the back of his hand, and then turns to go, a silhouette in rehearsal clothes as he leaves.

The bed feels empty without him afterwards, but it’s still dark outside the windows of the room, so Nando falls asleep for another little while and dreams of

When he wakes again, he has an interesting situation on his hands: time to himself, in the middle of New York City. He’s never been here before, but he’s fully prepared to become a huge tourist so he can visit some of the food spots he follows on Instagram.

At a respectable hour, he gets up, gets dressed, and does just that in Quinn’s absence. A few very successful dessert-for-breakfast experiences later, he heads back to the hotel to FaceTime Mama and his sisters.

“Can we watch him on TV?” Gabi asks.

“Is he gonna be on one of the floats?” adds Rosa.

“Well, not exactly on a float,” Nando tells them, “but yeah, you can watch him on TV! I don’t know when he’s on, but he’ll know, so I’ll text you guys later.”

“Wish him luck for us,” Mama says, with a warm smile, and Nando smiles, too. It’s not that often you spend Thanksgiving in New York, when your family is thousands of miles away and your friends hundreds, but it’s also not often that your boyfriend, the love of your life, your favorite person in the entire world, is performing at the Thanksgiving Day Parade, so. Y’know.

Nando didn’t know it was possible to be this cheeky with pride.

At noon, he goes downstairs to pick Quinn up from rehearsal. He’ll have a busy Thursday, what with the parade and everything, but for the rest of the day, their time is entirely theirs.

It’s kind of easy to tell where the cast people are coming from, because one of Nando’s various acquired skills from the course the two years so far of this relationship is being able to spot Deaf people in public. It’s really not hard. Just watch for flying hands!

That’s how he spots Quinn— leaving the convention area, among his fellow Deaf West people, or— Kyra, actually, to be more specific. Nando hasn’t seen Kyra in months, since July, actually, when he met her on their Phoenix Spring Awakening tour stop. Her hair is different— in space buns instead of her afro— and she’s wearing a bright orange sweater, which, if her Instagram is accurate, is right in line with her sunshine aesthetic. She was amazing on tour; she’s such a talented person.

She walks side by side with Quinn, and they’re moving kind of slowly because they’re turned halfway toward each other to talk. Their hands move a mile a minute, and Nando knows a good amount of sign, but can’t keep up with this rapid conversation.

Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to. Quinn and Kyra seem to see him at the same time— and Kyra signs something he does understand, with this huge, bright smile. Literally, her sign means cactus and S, but Nando knows that’s just his sign name.

He waves across the lobby, then signs back to her— sunshine and K, for Kyra, and she lights up even more. She runs the rest of the way over, and Quinn goes after her.

How are you? he asks, and Kyra looks so excited that she almost jumps up and down.

They get to hold a small conversation in sign, and Nando loves catching up with Kyra but sort of loves even more how Quinn smiles as he watches them talk, like he’s glad they’re interacting, and it’s just— it’s wholesome. It’s great. Kyra is great, and he’s just so happy for Quinn that he gets to see her and all his tour friends again. He was sad to part with them at the end of the summer.

Kyra’s mom is in the city with her, so they part ways when she arrives; Quinn has another brief and very fast sign conversation with her as she’s leaving. Nando figures it’s probably just ‘see you tomorrow,’ but you never know.

“Baby,” he whispers, leaning down to him as they start side-by-side toward the elevator, “you have to hear about the churro I found this morning.”

Quinn laughs, and looks up to him, winding his arm in his elbow. Nando thinks they were meant to fit together this way. It’s so natural, and so easy. “I would love to hear about that.”

“I took pictures and everything,” he says, then pauses to press the button and hail the elevator. He looks to him again to add, “But also, how was rehearsal? Can I take you out to lunch?”

“Out to lunch?” Quinn swoons. “You must be trying to get in my good graces.”

He pretends to pout. “Am I not already in your good graces?”

Quinn swats at his chest. “Oh, don’t be a drama queen.”

He kind of wants to point out that Quinn, rather than he, is the one who just got out of several hours of pro theatre rehearsal— but he guesses that would be telling him what he already knows. Instead, he grins and shrugs, then kisses his forehead. The elevator dings upon arrival. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, and they have a very good afternoon.

Thursday

It’s absolutely frigid outside, and it’s six in the morning, and Quinn is having the time of his life.

He’s huddled on a couch with his castmates, in a trailer, waiting for the day to begin— though he supposes it’s already started, given his five o’clock wake-up call. He thought the tour was exciting, and truly, it was, but this is a whole other excitement entirely— being in New York, with so many performers all in one small place, knowing what lies in store for his day.

Life, he thinks, is maybe a dream come true right now. From coming here with Sebastián to getting to perform, there are so many things he’s grateful for, so many experiences he feels so lucky to have. This is no exception, as he sits in the trailer, with space heaters warming his feet and cast friends on either side. It’s like being back on tour, except this time, it’s one time only. He has to make it count.

And… yes. Quinn is decided. He is going to be completely obnoxious on Instagram today. To start it out, he nudges Kyra, who sits directly next to him, and opens the front camera on his phone.

Kyra lights up for the camera— she truly is the human embodiment of the sun, and Quinn is honestly a little jealous of how good and put-together she already looks at six in the morning. She’s wearing yellow earmuffs that sort of match the gold rims on her glasses, and she hooks an arm around his neck to lean into the picture. Her cheek is warm against his, and he laughs. On his other side, their friend Minji pushes into the camera, too, and flashes a heart at the camera with her thumb and pointer picture together.

Are you posting that? Minji asks, once he’s snapped the selfie.

He puts his phone down and grins. Obviously, I’m posting it.

He’s hunting for stickers to put it on his story when it becomes something of a ‘thing’— the various other friends and castmates around him realize he’s taking pictures, and then, right as he gets the selfie up on his story with a little turkey sticker, everyone is clustering for another.

Group shot!

Let us be on your Instagram!

Yeah, we need a reunion picture.

Hang on, he tells them, and laughs, then climbs up onto the edge of the couch. He faces them to add, I’m not tall enough for that, and while they laugh at his height’s expense, he rolls his eyes and opens his camera again.

Smile! he signs into the camera, and then clicks the button a few times so he’ll have options to choose from. This one should be a post, not a story, he decides. He thinks there are enough cast members in it to maybe send it to production staff. Not to pat himself on the back or anything. Really, he just wants to document these moments with his friends, while they’re all still in one place again.

Oh, you know what we should do? he says to Kyra, as he’s sitting down on the arm of the couch. A before and after picture, with costumes.

Kyra grins, and she nods. They did posts like that several times, over tour— a picture before you get costumed, and then the same picture but after you’re ready to go onstage. We should make a TikTok, Kyra says.

He laughs. Oh, goodness, he says, but he knows he’ll probably wind up doing just that. He has a feeling his social media will be quite alive and well by the end of the day today.

He wants to hold every part of this day in his memory, so he’ll never forget what this feels like.

It’s been three months since Quinn got to be Moritz Stiefel.

Though it took a lot out of him this summer, it’s a role he’s missed sorely, and he doesn’t usually get to go back to playing characters whose shows have come to a close for him. He supposes today is a bit of an exception, and, to be sure, he’s been excited for today since the very moment he learned this performance would be happening— but it’s not real, exactly, until he sees himself in a mirror, in costume.

He knows this version of himself, though he hasn’t seen it in awhile. His hair is mussed up, and the school uniform costume fits just as it’s supposed to, with a crooked tie and a tall pair of socks. He isn’t mic’d yet— that’s a step they’ll reach later this morning, with the sound technicians at the parade, and his hearing aids have been out for several hours; they’re tucked into his jacket pocket right now.

The mirror in the trailer is small, and he smiles at himself in it. He always likes this part, performing— when he gets to see himself as the character he’s going to be. Today, it’ll only be for five minutes— but five minutes of glory, on television, with his friends from the summer, and so they’re bound to be some of the most exhilarating five minutes of his life.

He doesn’t want to get a big head, but the fact that so many people will be watching… that’s a lot to take in. On the street, in person, Sebastián will be watching, too, and that’s something he’s very mindful of.

Kyra is putting flowers into her hair, at the small mirror next to him. He grabs his phone to wave it at her, and she grins, then signs for him to wait one second, so he does.

Just like old times, she says, when she’s done, and then lets him take their picture in the mirror. He sends it off to Sebastián first, then puts it on his steadily growing Instagram story.

It is just like old times. Quinn doesn’t want the day to be over, and it’s barely begun.

Of all the places he’s performed, Quinn has to say that the streets of New York City rank high.

The morning is a blur— move from place to place, let people tell you where to be, get briefed by tech people who know a lot more about what’s going on than he does. Comply, because that’s what you do. Warm up your voice. Take so many pictures that your phone starts to yell at you that it’s running out of storage.

From a distance, spot someone who looks an awful lot like your boyfriend on the side of the street. You can tell it’s him, because you knit that red scarf for him two Christmases ago. It’s his color, undoubtedly. Kyra signs his name at him from afar, but he doesn’t see either of you. Until you go on.

You get a little nervous, but you don’t have time to be nervous, because you’re on the move and you’re waiting to perform, and then— you blink, a rush of adrenaline, and it’s over.

And you just did what actors all over the country dream of doing.

There aren’t words for that in English or in sign.

Friday

On Friday morning, when Quinn wakes up, it’s snowing.

He doesn’t realize it at first. He’s tucked beneath Sebastián in their hotel bed, waking from a sleep so deep and welcome it felt truly heavenly, buried between covers and warm weight. He opens his eyes to gentle, natural light in the room, a sure sign they slept in, and he blinks a few times before he realizes what he’s seeing in the nearby window.

Snow. So much snow, and falling fast. Goodness, it’s beautiful. The view isn’t bad, either; Manhattan is a sea of buildings, and this snapshot of glass is only a glance. The snow is so peaceful, coupled with the thought that they have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. After the dream come true that was yesterday— the parade, the performance, getting dinner with Sebastián and Kyra at some diner with no other patrons in the middle of the Thanksgiving afternoon— he could use to rest and reflect.

Quinn knows it’s cliché, but he truly does love this city.

He threads his fingers into Sebastián’s curls, and pulls his head close to his chest, and rests in bed while he watches the snow come down.

Some time later, when Sebastián has woken, he gets to spend a lazy, snowy morning in bed, and between gentle kisses, he tells him there’s nowhere else he would rather be.

Saturday

“Can you keep up, baby?”

Nando knows a retort is coming before it even does, but he still grins when Quinn pipes up, from a few feet behind him, “Oh, you just mind your business, Sebastián; I am fine.”

As if to prove it, he closes the small space between them and skates up by his side. Nando knows that getting out on the ice and immediately taunting him was not practical, but it was entertaining, and he likes that Quinn’s cheeks are flushing now. He holds out his elbow, like a peace offering, and Quinn wraps his gloved hand up in it.

“You wanna take a winter stroll?” Nando asks him, with a wink down in his direction.

“This is hardly a stroll,” Quinn replies, in that know-it-all voice that drives Nando crazy in the best way possible. “It’s more of a glide,” he adds, and with that, they start skating along.

“That’s fair,” Nando replies, and tips his head up to take in the view.

He couldn’t spend any weekend even slightly related to the holiday season in New York City without going ice skating under the huge tree. Because first of all, it’s in every New York Christmas movie ever, and second, one of his and Quinn’s first dates was skating, and third, he fricking loves to skate, and fourth, this is his life, so there.

“This is breathtaking,” Quinn remarks, and that’s an understatement. There are enough lights on the tree to probably show up from space, and Nando has learned over the past few days how huge this city actually is, but being right here in the middle of everything just reinforces that truth. They skate along in the throngs of other people, which is part of the tourist experience, and honestly just makes it even better. Nando has seen this on TV so many times. He can’t believe he’s actually here. Pretty much everything about this weekend has been like some kind of dream situation where crazy things you imagine actually come true.

And speaking of dreams. He looks down to Quinn, and it’s, like, okay— cheesy, but the lights are all reflecting in his eyes, and he’s bundled in his scarf and peacoat, and he’s the prettiest thing Nando has ever seen. Including the giant tree. Including everything.

Quinn catches him looking. Of course he does. He smiles, rosy-cheeked and windblown, and hums, “What?”

“I love you,” Nando replies, and kisses him right in the middle of everything.

Quinn laughs out of the kiss. He stays tight on his arm, and somehow, they keep skating without falling. Nando thanks his hockey side for that.

“I love you, too,” Quinn replies, and his voice could block out all the noise of the whole city.

They’re the center of the world.

Sunday

Kiersey, NH

The whole way home to Kiersey, Quinn sleeps on Sebastián’s shoulder.

It’s unintentional, but peaceful all the same, dreams full of memories of the weekend. He gets into his seat at Grand Central Station, slumps against him, and wakes to his gentle nudging hours later, so they can change trains in Boston. The next ride is shorter, but he rests again anyways, and the gray November day is dimming outside the train windows when he opens his eyes at the Kiersey station.

They walk back to campus— it isn’t far. Sebastián is holding both of their bags, and Quinn is holding nothing but his arm. It’s chilly, but bundled up, it isn’t so bad. With this boy, Quinn is so very warm. By the time they round the corner onto Beech Street, lines of student houses with warm windows stretching down either side of the familiar road, the sun has gone down.

On the front steps, Quinn pulls his hands out and looks up to him. He hasn’t had his hearing aids on in over twenty-four hours, and it’s been the most liberating and lovely experience. Before they re-enter the chaos of the hockey house and he’ll have to put them in again, he wants to sign him one last thing.

Thank you for joining me, he says, once he has his gaze. I love you so much.

Sebastián smiles. He puts the bags down by the door, rests both hands on his shoulders, and kisses him gently. No wintry breeze could stop the warmth in Quinn’s chest.

When he’s pulled back, Sebastián replies, I’d join you anywhere. I love you, too.

Quinn beams at him, and with one more shared, quiet moment, Sebastián picks up the bags, and Quinn leans into the front door and pushes it open. Hey, people! he reads on Sebastián’s lips, no doubt a loud exclamation, as they cross the threshold together. We’re home!

Home, indeed. Quinn closes the door behind them, and the warm, familiar, slightly chaotic embrace of Beech Street welcomes them back.

#25 days of kiersey #quinn theatre hours #mini quinny #nandoooooooo #quindo #quinn and dwsa #that should be a tag on this blog #my writing #ficlet #nah this is a straight up fic #whatever #uhhh #what else #kiersey college #crickets #mel writes

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fysebastian · 5 years ago

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chicago’s very own sebastian “james” altera has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 1965 ford mustang , welcome ! your resemblance to timothée chalamet is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-fourth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re insecure , but being affable might help you . i think being a pisces explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be an unmade mess of bedsheets, a cloud of cigarette smoke against the night sky, an oversized borrowed hoodie . ( i slept with the director to get my first big role ) & ( cismale & he/him )

to everyone i haven’t met yet HELLO i’m bee and this is my trash baby sebastian <3 if you don’t read this whole thing then i don’t blame you and if you do then slide into the dms for some lovin because you’re da best. please be aware that this could be triggering to some and so if you’re sensitive to<b> abuse & suicide keep that in mind! that being said, pls don’t hesitate to send me an im if you’d like to plot~

basics

full name: sébastien émile altera, known as “sebastian james” nicknames: seb, bash birth date: february 28, 1995 occupation: actor sexuality: homosexual relationship status: married to jesse “lennon james” altera birth place: chicago, illinois nationality: french american height: 5′7″ weight: 142 lbs social media handle: @bashmoney afflictions: major depressive disorder smokes/drinks/drugs: yes/yes/yes

full story

sebastian was born to a newly wed couple as their second child and only son, completing their happy little family as a healthy and lively baby who always seemed to have a smile on his face.

his childhood was modest, but they lived comfortably. his father was a french immigrant and the breadwinner of the family whereas his mother was of american descent and a stay at home mom. he was raised catholic and attended church every sunday and said his prayers before their evening meal.

from a young age he remembers being glued to the television, to the point where his family would have to turn it off just to make him go outside. he’d memorize the lines from all his favourite movies and recite them to whomever would listen. it became very clear that he had an attraction to theatrics.

his dad never really humoured the thought of acting but his mom was a little more supportive of the idea and took him to his first audition when he was six years old. from then on he just kept auditioning and he had a handful of various roles from the ages of six to seventeen under his anglicised name (which is what he goes by).

sebastian was a good kid, but like most children he did rebel. he was twelve when he discovered alcohol and not much older when he discovered his attraction to boys, and both became a secret he’d try to keep from his family. most weekends he’d sneak out to some party or to hang out with his friends and although he struggled with his sexuality for a long time deep down he always knew

so long as he kept up with his studies and continued to attend church every sunday, his parents were fairly willing to turn a blind eye to his misdemeanors. his relationship became more and more strained the older he got, however. it became more obvious that he was resisting their upbringing and he seemed to stray further from god’s teachings every day. his family was not as happy as it appeared to be, and his father was often drunk and verbally abusive to his mother. as he became older he’d throw snide comments his way as well. he almost never attended his school plays even when he’d get the lead role in every one

sebastian graduated high school and left home as soon as he could, ending up moving to new york city with some friends and at eighteen he landed the role that would accumulate him mass amounts of fame, little did he know at the time. it was a lead role in a musical (spoiler but it’s hsm) and his rise to the top of the film industry was sudden and he was easily swept up by fame and fortune

sebastian, who had always trusted the wrong kind of people, found himself going out every night and waking up in places he didn’t recognize with people he didn’t know. he slept with whoever would pay him attention and swallowed whatever pill was put into his mouth. he dated all the worst kinds of guys, guys who would cheat on him and most notably a guy who was physically and verbally abusive on and off for years

his confidence was essentially destroyed during his period of time, believing that he couldn’t do any better for himself because he wasn’t worth anything and allowing himself to be manipulated by people who told him this. he was a shell of who he used to be

sebastian’s downhill spiral ended in disaster when he attempted suicide in a last effort to make it all end. luckily he was not successful and woke up in the hospital, from where he went directly to therapy. eventually things began to get a bit better

it was from here that he started over, getting back into acting and reconnecting with his old friends. there are times where the flashbacks and the nightmares and the negative thoughts feel like they’re suffocating him, but he’s doing a thousand times better than he was. he’s working on more healthy relationships and surrounding himself with positive people, but it’s hard because that’s not what he’s used to.

his parents have since divorced and he talks to his mom occasionally but hasn’t heard from his dad in years. he’s been making a new name for himself as of late in roles that involve drugs, mental health and most recently homosexuality (cmbyn anyone?)-- basically everything he was too afraid to even try when under the influence of his parents. he still parties, probably a little too much and a little too hard, but he’s a work in progress

personality/facts

sebastian is the kind of person who needs to be with people at all times. if he’s alone that’s when he really starts getting in his head. he’ll probably show up at your place unannounced if he feels comfortable with you and if he does it probably means that he needs to get away from himself for a bit.

he’s a very touchy person so he’s always cuddling up to his friends and likes to hug and express his affection in a very physical way.

he’s generally pretty nice to everyone and gets along with most people. it’s not hard for him to make friends but he’s somehow always questioning if people really like him or if they just put up with him. he’s very insecure about this deep down.

he wears his heart on his sleeve and is a very emotional person. he cries when he’s happy and he cries when he’s sad. he’s sensitive and just wants to be loved :(

very trusting of people and will likely forgive you again and again even if you don’t deserve to be forgiven

doesn’t seem to know he’s famous and is extremely humble.

he loves to dance even though he’s not the best at it and he loves to sing as well. he also plays the piano!

he lives in oversized hoodies and jeans and sometimes baseball caps. he’s also a big fan of knitted sweaters with quirky designs on them. definitely rocks the same pair of adidas sneakers until they’re no longer wearable. also band tees

he has a thing for old cars and vintage clothes. definitely has a giant record collection and is a big fan of rock music as well as rap

has a few tattoos but they’re all hidden

he’s bilingual and has been in a couple of french movies, which never really made it big in america

he’s a chain smoker; he smokes when he’s stressed, when he’s drunk, when he’s bored, etc. so he’s kind of always smoking

not a big social media user because he sometimes takes the negative comments to heart

#wealthyhq:intro #not much has changed besides his name #just a few minor details #abuse #suicide

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 6 years ago

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random Centaur Adora au slice of life ideas where everything’s the same she’s just half horse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Adora’s usually pretty good at not getting spooked but when she’s relaxed sometimes Catra’s tail twitches and Adora thinks SNAKE!!! and all four hooves leave the floor

This always made Catra freak out too and the result was always mayhem

Centaur Adora is literally as strong as a horse

Her chowing down on everything she can each in ep 2 is now partly bc she needs a heck ton more calories

At first Glimmer assumes Adora is a brand new kind of genetically engineered soldier the Horde is developing and won’t listen to Adora’s claims to be the only centaur she’s ever seen. This is the new main driver for bringing her back to Bright Moon even though this time it’s a lot harder, Glimmer is determined to warn the Rebellion and give them a sample to study/find the weaknesses of before the… cavalry… arrives

The fact that Adora didn’t just break free and run off is even more blatant since she could kill either of them with one kick to the head. Her not tramping them during the fight for the sword is also pretty obviously a deliberate thing and the first clue she’s not actually an evil jerk

Bow and Glimmer totally forget to hobble Adora btw. She wakes up and looks down at her bound hands and back at her four other unbound limbs just like ‘seriously?’

Thanks to her best friend never wearing shoes Adora’s really careful with where she steps, but not wanting to crush/get crushed is still the excuse they both use for Catra to spend a lot of time perched on Adora’s back

Before meeting Glimmer and Bow the only one allowed to get rides on Adora was Catra (and Rogelio that one time because no one else was strong enough to carry him)

Centaur Adora has the ‘nervous sleeping without friends’ thing and never gets used to sleeping alone so Glimmer just starts teleporting over right before bed

Glimmer draping herself dramatically across Adora’s withers

Bow LOVES braiding Adora’s tail and sometimes does that instead of stress cleaning (only with permission of course)

There are no other Centaurs on Etheria which really confuses Adora but the She-Ra mural is a centaur so she figures maybe there used to be more before all the fighting

As She-Ra, Adora’s horse half turns white and grows to the size of huuuuge draft horse

Despite being half horse Adora never knew about horses in general and even after seeing one insists horses and Centaurs are completely different

The main difference is horses are just BETTER

Glimmer: How can you know you’re a Centaur and still NOT know what horses are?????

Centaur Adora: Nobody told me I was half horse! They just pointed at me and said ‘centaur’ and i heard the word and thought ‘oh well guess that’s me’

it turns out not knowing about horses is not actually a Horde thing

Catra, in thaymore: Uh, yeah I know what a horse is. who doesn’t?

Centaur Adora: I DIDN’T!!!!!

Catra: How could you NOT know what a horse is!? You’re entire butt’s a horse!

Centaur Adora: AAAAAAAHHH

aaand this puts a new spin Catra’s favorite catchphrase, much to Glimmer’s fury

Glimmer: She’s pronouncing it with an ‘A’, Bow. I can feel it

Bow: We have literally no way of proving-

Catra, @ centaur adora: Hay Adora~ >:3c

Glimmer, being restrained by Bow: SPELL IT ‘HAY’ AGAIN AND SEE HOW LONG YOU LIVE I DARE YOU!!!

Centaur Adora: what’s ‘hay’??

Adora freaks out a little when meeting Mermista since she considers them in same boat

After that Mermista starts going mermaid whenever there’s enough water around for it to be practical. She says it makes her water combat better but everyone knows she does it mainly just because of how Adora lights up every time she has a ‘hybrid buddy’

Visiting Plumeria awakened some old instincts and Adora almost poisoned herself trying to eat all the yummy flowers until Perfuma specifically made her an edible bouquet

Swift Wind thinks of Adora as his mom. His really really weird mom via like magic or whatever

Wanting the comfort of a herd was part of why Adora snuck out of Glimmer’s room in ep 2 when she saw ‘Horsy’ out the window

Obviously Adora can’t get rides on Swift Wind so instead he flies overhead with Glimmer and Bow and guides her as she runs. cue her complaining why the sword couldn’t have just given HER some wings too

Growing up in the high tech lift-based Fright Zone Adora never encountered staircases until joining the Rebellion. They are the bane of her existence. The only good thing Hordak ever did was build his evil lair without them

Centaur Adora laying down awkwardly to fit at the Rebellion’s council table

Later Glimmer makes sure her chair gets swapped for a pad so this isn’t so uncomfortable

Not only does Castaspella promise to make Adora a sweater she also takes measurements on her horse half to knit a matching blanket so she’ll be properly cozy

Adora pulls Glimmer and Bow onto her back in ep 2 while running from the monster and the rides never stop from there

When getting rides Bow’s very worried about making sure Adora’s not uncomfortable but he’s so nervous about it that he doesn’t hold on good enough and tends to slide off if Adora isn’t super careful

Glimmer on the other hand absolutely zero fear only glee when Adora gallops

She’ll also take any excuse wrap her arms around Adora so that also helps her never fall off <3

The two give Bow and Angella grey hairs by doing jumps and obstacle course races and other stunts whenever they get bored

Adora’s back, both human and equine, is speckled with tiny scars from Catra’s claws accidentally digging into her over the years bc Catra always refused to ‘sit’ on Adora, preferring to be always ready to jump off, paranoid Adora would stumble someday and fall and squash her, which you know, fair enough

Her new bed in Bright Moon is a problem for soooo many more reasons than just being too soft

Also, Glimmer never figures out how over a thousand pounds of Centaur managed to sneak into her hanging bed that first night

When asked Adora just shrugs hand says she’s a good jumper. Also Glimmer sleeps like a log

centaur Adora showing up in places no one who’s half horse should be able to becomes the new biggest meme of the rebellion

Since it’s physically impossible for either Glimmer or Catra to dip Adora while dancing they end up making her dip them instead, much to Adora’s complete confusion

Meeting Entrapta involves a lot of eager questions about Centaur physiology which Adora has no answers to and then a running catalog of all the ways Adora shouldn’t work despite somehow managing to until Adora is on the edge of an existential crisis

Glimmer hauling a hacked centaur Adora through the robot infested castle, drooping under the weight of her human half and praying Adora’s four back legs aren’t about to give out bc if that happens then they are f*cked

Entrapta also really likes lifting up Adora’s hooves/legs without warning to examine them and only Adora’s discipline saves her form getting kicked in the face

By the time of the prom Adora is so used to this she doesn’t even notice when Entrapta does it anymore

Also at the prom Adora sets aside the whole enemies thing long enough to go make a new hybrid buddy with Scorpia, who Adora counts in the club because one set of Scopia’s limbs are completely non-human

Scorpia is delighted to vent about how everything is built for people with fingers and arms that aren’t covered in a spiked carapace and listens sympathetically to Adora’s rant on staircases, even draws her a doodle of stick figure She-Ra crushing some evil steps under hoof

Frosta is a dutiful host and uses her ice powers to make a ramp up to her throne so Adora won’t have to deal with a staircase of ice

She tilts the same ramp to get rid of Adora and Glimmer when they start annoying her later

Scorpia’s first time meeting centaur Adora: “Horsie~!”

Adora, the centaur, looking around hopefully: “WHERE!?”

#spop #she-ra #adora #centaur adora au

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omgshewrites · 6 years ago

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Rough Day

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k (supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: SMUT, tons of it. Please don’t read this if you’re sensitive or if you’re under 18. nsfw under the cut.

A/N: Reposting this because aparently Tumblr hates my guts and the original post is broken!

Hey, this is just a little one shot that I created based and inspired on the HBC week of kinks by @the-ss-horniest-book-club (which had my whole body shAKING) specifically on these posts:

Thighs

Arms

Leather

The Daddy Look

This is the first thing I write in months and I’m really happy with the final work, I hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it! Also please remember, english isn’t my mother language so if you find any grammar mistakes please let me know.

Feedback and requests are always apreciated ♡

The cold of the night was mortifying, the freezing breeze slipped through the layers of clothes feeling like a thousand needles pinching on the skin, and although Sebastian was well dressed for cold weather -jeans, and a dark sweater under a heavy motorcycle jacket- he could feel the burning sensation on his cheeks, on his hands when he ruffled with the keys of his house, cold fingers managed to open the door, warmth welcomed him.

He took off the jacket and boots, the sweet cinnamon smell of your favourite candle let him know that you were close, calling out your nickname he made his way down the hall.

“Right here, on the couch”

Following your voice he found you sitting cross legged -an oversized knitted sweater, fuzzy socks, and a frown were your outfit- laptop open with a blank document in front of you.

“Hey babe” he said leaning over to give you a peck on the lips. A weak smile formed on your lips when he sat down next to you “Rough day?” he asked and you nodded

You sighed and closed the laptop, placing it on the coffee table, beside it a bottle of wine.

“The universe has aligned to make this the shittiest day ever” handing him the bottle and an opener she said “Please, do the honors”

He smiled and opened the wine quickly, he poured the liquid into the glasses and raised his to make a toast.

“To the shittiest day ever” he said and you clicked your glasses to take a long sip.

Humming when you felt the sweet yet bold taste in your mouth, eyes closing when you took another sip. Sebastian tried not to smile when he noticed your mood switch; wine was your both your poison and medicine.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, an arm reaching out to rest behind your back, his digits tracing patterns on your skin as his thumb applied a little pressure to the hardened muscles of your exposed shoulder.

A groan in response and another sip.

“My coworker took the whole week off because her kid is sick, and she asked if I could cover her up at work so I did, I mean, I couldn’t say no right?” you asked, not really expecting an answer, he took a sip of wine “And I know she is going to make it up for me baking me brownies or something like that but now I have a shitload of work to do” you threw your head back to swallow that remaining wine on the now empty glass, Sebastian refilling it without being told as you continued, such a good boy. “But what’s worst, I have zero inspiration to start writing which makes me so. fucking. frustrated.”

You moved your head in circle motions to try relieve some of the tension, eyes snapped open when you felt the soft caress of his fingers on your nape.

Sebastian was looking at you carefully, eyes scanning your face, staying a focused for a second longer on your lips.

“Look, I know this sucks” he said “But I think you're drowning in a glass of water” another frown formed on your face quickly softened by his hand traveling to your jaw, and then the tip of his fingers grazed your collarbones “You are stressed and that is making you see things ten time worse as they really are” Narrowing your eyes you drank your wine “You always freak out because you say you have no inspiration and you often feel like shit about it but somehow you always manage to transform all that frustration in some good ass work and next thing I know is that I have my girlfriend typing furiously on her laptop at three am” He said the last thing with a smile on his face, you tried so hard not to smile at him, pursed lips and the roll of your eyes as you took a final sip of your wine and placed the glass on the table, he did the same.

“(y/n)” He called you taking your hand in his to bring it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each knuckle “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be stressed but hun, you’re damned talented and I know you can manage all this”

His eyes locked with yours the whole time, his body now leaning closer and suddenly you felt your body relaxing, not quite sure if it was because of the wine, the warmth that his body emanated, or the masculine smell of his cologne. He licked his lips before placing a kiss to the sweet spot of your neck and then he whispered on your ear “Let me make you feel better”

He leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side to see your face, your teeth digging on your bottom lip as you brought your hand to his face, caressing his strong jaw and scratching his beard with your nails, he tried not to moan; he loved when you did that, instead he placed both hands on your waist and in a simple swift he had you sitting on his lap.

“Ya’ know, I can give you something to write about”

He said and then he crashed his lips on yours.

Between light tender touches and soft licks a smile was shared, his hands now wandering your thighs, yours nipping his hair; he liked that too. Your lower lip bitten and then your moan dying in his mouth, getting support from his strong shoulders you changed your position from sitting on his right thigh to straddling it. Hands on his chest pushing him onto the couch, breaking the kiss just to grind your hips against his jeans, a hot wave of arousal pooling on your belly, your hands traveled down to the hem of the sweater to took it off, throwing it somewhere else on the floor.

Eyes now locked with his, dilated pupils left just a thin circle of the blue of his eyes, another buck of your hips and now a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lip, big hands found your hips and he helped you to find a steady rhythm.

“Yeah baby that’s it” he said and you smiled “Riding my thigh and getting all wet for me” your smile grew bigger.

“Too much clothes” you said slipping your hands under his shirt, he chuckled and wasted no time in taking it off

Fingers traveling from shoulders to chest, soft caresses against hard muscle, dipping your nails on his back enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time, he moaned, his leg moving upwards gave you a particular good stroke, breathing getting stuck on your throat and he noticed, he always does.

The movement was repeated, his hands now loose on your hips, letting you chase your orgasm by yourself. He leaned in to place kisses on your neck, a hand now on your back holding your torso still, lips around your nipple, his beard rough against the soft skin of your breasts, placing a kiss to the middle of your chest before giving attention to the other bud.

You were close, so close you could feel yourself clenching around nothing itself. His other hand took one of yours and he leaded it to his bulge, big and hard and noticeable painful against his jeans.

“After you come like this” He said while nibbling on the skin of your neck, you unzipped his pants, palming him now through his black boxers “I’m going to take you to the bed and remind you who you belong to”

His words sinful and your moan was loud, god, this man knew every single one of your weakness, every part of your body, he read you like a book and treat you like a goddess.

You didn’t had a steady rhythm anymore, you were just grinding against him without a pattern, gasping for air and chasing your release.

A white hot feeling ran through your body and an animalistic groan left your throat, hips shaking, trying to prolong your climax

Once you were done you snapped your eyes opened finding in front of you a very amused Sebastian, he held you firmly by the waist as he stood up, your ankles knotted on his back and face hidden on his neck, he carried you to the bedroom, once there you placed your foot on the floor but your face remained on his neck, plump lips planting wet kisses to his jaw, traveling down his chest and then his abs, a low groan when you dropped to your knees.

Jeans and boxers discarded, one hand stroking his length the other one on the back of your head gently guiding you.

Mouth opened your tongue darted out and licked the slit, another groan, another lick and a few kisses to the head.

“Babygirl..” he warned you and you knew he was done playing games.

A little smile before taking half of his cock in your mouth, slowly fitting more until his pelvis was against your nose.

Mouth full of him, he felt heavy, velvety and veiny, you hollow your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down now looking at his face, a combination of concentration and lust showing, almost like he was giving you with stern look. Maybe he was.

Still bobbing your head your tongue applied pressure, his reaction almost instant; legs parted further, a strangled moan and his head thrown back.

“Yeah baby do the tongue thing one more time”

You did as you were told, disappointed when he stepped back, taking his cock away.

“I would love to come on those pretty tits but I have other plans” He said offering you a hand to stand up that you gladly accepted. “What do you think about a massage, huh?”

A smile brightening your face, you climbed on the bed and laid on your stomach, eyes closed against the pillow, the mattress dipping with his weigh and suddenly he was on top of you, knees balancing his body on top of yours.

His hands were warm and soft, massaging down your tense muscles, undoing the knots that stress had planted.

You breathed deeply when you felt his cock resting on your butt, but the pressure of his thumbs on your shoulders made you arch your back and now the tip of it was pushing into your entrance, a moan from both of you.

Sebastian leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, a sniff of your smell and a good grip of your hips before burying himself deep inside of you.

Your fingers tangled on the sheets as he thrusted back and forth, slow and deep and you could bet he was looking down your ass at his dick disappearing into you, coming out glistening with your juices.

The mere thought of this made you moan, the snap of his hips getting quicker now, the exquisite roze of the duvet against your clit, the feeling of him taking you like this, of you being at his mercy, of him giving you all he got.

Unfinished words got lost on the cushion, soon enough you were cumming and he was biting your shoulder, grunting to your ear.

When he pulled out you whined, the lost of him being inside you made you feel empty.

Turning around you met his face, eyes now scanning your body, nipples hard and pink, abused skin started to show different shades of purple, lovebites forming on your chest and on your neck.

When his eyes finally met your pussy his adam apple bobbed up and down and he returned his gaze to your face, an innocent smile greeting him.

He leaned down, a searing kiss before he was inside you once more, hands on his back caressing and scratching as your tongue traced his neck. One of his hands holding your waist and the other one keeping your legs open.

He wasn’t being nice and soft anymore, now he had established a frenzy peace and all he could pay attention to was you. The way your boobs bounced, the slurting sounds, the way your lips perfectly shaped an O, those sweet moans leaving your mouth, or the look on your eyes, he was going to cum in any second if you kept looking at him like that.

A groan, now his hands tangled in your hair, wet, hot kisses everywhere and the burning feeling on your lower tummy long forgotten, your hole body burned now.

“Seb..” was all you managed to say between moans.

“I know baby, wait for me” he said to your ear and then placed a kiss below it.

He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling the need of your warmness, the softness of your silky walls, everytime he pulled out he wanted more.

His hips snapping fast against your own, bulky arms around you tensed when he leaned back to look at you.

“Cum for me (y/n)” voice deep like a grunt.

All the words you needed for you to stop holding back your orgasm, a strangled moan left your mouth, feet behind his back pushing him deeper, if that was even possible.

He enjoyed all of this before the final buck of his hips had him groaning low against your neck.

He stayed still inside of you, the incredibly sensation of your clenching walls around his sensitive cock.

Your blessed expression meeting his eyes, heavy lids and a pleased smile, a grin in return.

Sebastian placed behind you, arms around you again as he cuddled you, soft kisses on the crown of your head, a hand seeping to grab your boob, you chuckled before closing your eyes, immersing yourself into sleep.

#Sebastian Stan #hbc week of kinks #hbc book club #hbc drabble #sebastian fucking stan #sebastian stan smut

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puppyenergy · 6 years ago

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some kfc autistic headcanons

frisk

loves to flap!!

needs to fiddle!!

can’t keep their hands still.

touchy feely. will touch everything they walk past bc they need to kno the Texture. what does this snow poff feel like? interesting. well, what does this snow poff feel like? how about this one? how about t

hates sitting still.

will wear their comfort sweater no matter how blistering hot it is outside.

being able to actually focus? god they wish that were them.

gets bored rlly easily and does Not handle it well.

highly empathetic; they love attention and they love to talk (uses ASL tho).

loves hugs. pls hug them.

chara

extremely sensitive to textures, everything needs to be soft pls, ty. this is why they’re an animal person bc animals are soft stimmy friends.

favorite stim is running their hands thru their hair.

but they’ll pull their hair when they’re stressed or understimulated.

bounces their legs at every possibility.

sways and rocks too.

sometimes they bounce, sway, and rock at the same time but they aren’t likely to do it when there’s other ppl around.

likes long, grueling tasks to keep them occupied (gardening, knitting, etc.).

will go from speaking super formally with big, complicated words to “i Amn just……. a litle creacher. Thatse It . I Canot change this” so quickly that they’ll do it in the same sentence without even noticing.

tends to mimic ppl they look up to. toriel for example.

goes nonverbal when they’re overwhelmed or stressed. will ignore you.

touch-adverse more often than not. pls do not hug them.

kris

pressure stimming is the best, hello??

they’re the most prone to sensory overload which is why they hate bright lights & loud sounds.

would 10/10 shove themself under a bed if they weren’t so goddamn tall.

loves all things that are scented. needs a hundred scented markers. and they all need to be marshmallow bc the chocolate ones just don’t smell right.

music is an interest of theirs. knos their brother’s cds better than he does.

intensely empathetic towards inanimate objects. has a hard time throwing anything away that they feel attached to- which is everything.

understanding people is…hard.

understanding anything is….also hard.

trying their best.

has, like, ten thousand fantasy worlds they daydream about

constantly semiverbal. also has days when they’re nonverbal.

this scale:

kris:

#ok to rb #sorry for being overtly autistic on main lol.. undertale is my si #undertale #kfc #chara #frisk #kris #deltarune #long post

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clnriswood · 6 years ago

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VOID/STILES X READER

Our Little Secret (part 11)

a/n: the end is coming soonish! sorry for infrequency, i’m back at school aka have no life anymore! : )

tagged: @lowkey-falling-apart @fangirllanie @myfandomiscooler@sataninsatin@sprinklesandsugarcubes @trashymxrphyy @whatsupuser @bojabee@kylobien @bitchhstopp @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8 @golddaggers@wolfie-posts@persassyismyspiritanimal @88charlotte88 @yuukiahim @random-stupid-stuffs @itsdiorhoe

“We’re here,” Stiles said.

“Hmm?”

She’d dozed off on the way home, after having left with Stiles, while Void, saying nothing, left without another word. Maybe it would be the last time she would ever see him. Well, if he were smart, he would’ve been miles out of town by now, but the feeling in her gut, the one which knew him, thought otherwise. Was she too cruel, or not cruel enough? She opened her bleary eyes to see herself at Stiles’ house.

“Not with Alli?” she muttered, pushing her hair from her eyes as Stiles pulled the jeep door open.

“No,” he shook his head, “with me. Just for now, until we know it’s safe.”

She was too sleepy to even consider protesting, so she obeyed his request, dragging her legs into the home and to the couch. Stiles flipped the light on, dropping the keys and rubbing at his temples with stress, eyes narrowing when he saw her sinking onto the sofa.

“No,” he said, gaining her attention.

Her bright eyes stared at him with confusion. “what?”

“C’mon, let’s get you in a real bed,” he said, lifting her up by the edges of her green sweater and guiding her wobbly feet up the stairs and into his room. Nothing had changed since the last time. His room was messy as ever, blue bed sheets tossed messily, his crime board covered in red strings. She smiled a little, having missed it quite a bit.The girl pushed her hair over her shoulders as she climbed under the sheets and onto the bouncy mattress, her back sinking down comfortably and head lulling back.

“G’night Stiles,” she mumbled to the ceiling.

But he didn’t respond, and the light stayed blaring into her face, causing her to roll on her side and blink open at him. He stood still in his doorway, not having moved since she entered his room. His chocolate hair was messy over his round golden eyes, one hand shoved awkwardly into the pocket of his skinnies.

“You okay?” she shifted her weight, tilting her jaw to get a better look at him.

He give a little nod, his lips bent into a frown, hand clutching at the edge of the door with hesitation.

“What’s up?” she pressed him, sitting up and fighting her urge for sleep as she skeptically looked him over.

“What I said earlier,” he sighed, “about me leaving again.”

“Yeah?” she said softly, hands resting atop his fluffy sheets.

“I won’t,” he said. “Leave, I mean. I’m not going anywhere.”

A huge weight seemed to lift off her chest, smile tugging at the edges of her lips, “oh. Well, good.”

“Good,” he repeated with a little nod, turning to leave before gluing his feet to the floorboards. “Um, I just,” he turned back, his eyes closed. “Is it true, what Void said back there?”

He opened his honey eyes, something desperate and unspoken in them.

“W-which part?” she shook her head, heart fluttering nervously with unwanted confrontation.

“Uh, aha,” he laughed gently, rubbing his slender fingers over his jaw, “all of it?”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyebrows creasing, “I did kiss you. I- I thought I did.”

“And do you-” he inhaled sharply, “I mean, do you, do y-” he fumbled, unable to spit out what she knew he was trying to say.

She lowered her eyes, “I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’d be lying if I told you no. I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss you unhealthily when you’re not around, or like how your fingers feel laced through mine, or think about-” she rambled, drawing her gaze back up to him “-us.”

“Us,” he breathed.

She swallowed harshly, not uttering another word.

“Okay,” he exhaled, chewing at his cheeks and fumbling with the edge of his hoodie. “ Right, okay.”

He turned, but once again, stopped mid step, rotating on his heel and just staring her down with those eyes, his fingers trembling lightly against his sides.

“What?” she huffed softly.

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head like he was in awe of himself.

“What?” she said again, a nervous smile on her face.

“I just-” he sighed, making his mind up.

And then he was walking across the room, and then his palm was cupping her cheek against it, his nose was brushing against hers, his minty breath was on her face, her body was lifting up from the bed and into his weight, and his lips were only mere centimeters from her own. Stiles kept his eyes closed, so did she, and he just stayed there, so so close to what he’d wanted for so long. They breathed into one another, electricity crackling between the intensity of their closeness. She was frozen against his grip, a soft mumble emerging from her lips.

“I still love him.”

Stiles dipped his head so that the bridges of their noses were side by side, and he almost even laughed as he said it, “I know.”

His touch was gone altogether as he pulled away, swallowing the lump in his throat and tugging at his hair uneasily.

“I know, and that’s why I can’t kiss you,” he murmured.��“Cause’ when I do, I want to do it knowing you want to, that you want me, and just me.”

Her chest rattled, lips parting but nothing coming from them as he gave her one last look before turning away. And this time he really did go, leaving her perched on the mattress and gazing dumbfounded into empty space.

. . .

When she trudged down the stairs the next morning, the last thing she’d expected to see were Scott and Isaac shoveling pancakes into their mouths in front of the TV, and yet there they were. The two boy’s heads turned simultaneously to stare at her, eyes widening.

“Hi,” they said in unison.

The girl’s brows knitted, a mixture of emotions flooding over her. It’d been a long while since she’d seem them, and her last interactions with the boys hadn’t been good ones. Isaac had locked her in her own room when they spit Stiles, and Scott had stepped a foot on their friendship. On the other hand, she’d lied to both of them numerous times about Void, so she wasn’t really sure who was more mad at who.

“Hi,” she responded.

“Hey,” came Stiles’ voice.

He was wearing a deep green flannel over a black tee, his hair undone and messy from sleep, and big golden eyes looking tired.

“Sorry I didn’t give warning, but they didn’t exactly let me know this was happening,” Stiles said.

Isaac pulled the fork from his mouth, swallowing as he explained, “I came to say sorry.”

Scott, looking even more guilty, shifted his eyes upward, “me too.”

They set down their plates as they stood from the couch, throwing glances at each other like they’d rehearsed their next words.

“It wasn’t right to turn our backs on you when you needed us,” Scott sighed.

“And we feel even more stupid now that we know you were right all along. If we’d just given Void a chance, everything would be okay,” Isaac nodded. “He hasn’t done any wrong, so, if it’s not too late...”

“We’re ready to be here for you. Both of you.” Scott smiled awkwardly, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Feeling the weight of the set of three different pair of caring eyes made the pressure on her heart tighten. The air in her lungs seem to cut off, and she couldn’t even bring herself to respond. Her eyes welled with moisture as she turned to Stiles, who bent his head with a tiny shrug.

“Guys,” she turned back to the wolves, her eyes closed. “Thank you. I mean, you were both total dicks, but so was I.”

They had bashful smiles on their faces when she looked at them again.

“But I can’t lie to you anymore, even if it means I risk losing you seconds after I got you back,” she swallowed.

“What’s up?” Scott asked gently.

“I-” she hung her mouth open.

“Go on, (Y/N),” Isaac urged.

“Everything was okay,” she said. “for a while, everything was great, actually. Void had gotten a hold on himself, turned a new leaf, started over, whatever you want to call it. But then he started getting these urges.”

The boys didn’t move.

“Without the human side of Stiles to have a hold on him, he was just a monster who was trying to cling to humanity that wasn’t part of his code. Since the nogitsune feeds on pain, he needed it to function. But rather than letting me help him through it, he lied to me, convinced me everything was alright, but then-”

She stopped, her throat feeling tight and eyes burning from the tears she held back. Stiles moved to her side, arm brushing against hers as he continued for her.

“Last night we found his secret.”

“And?” Isaac shook his head.

“He’s been killing people in secret. He travels from different places and makes it untraceable, and then he disposes the bodies in a forest.” he stated simply. Then, trying to cover the severity of his sentence, added, “I mean, his cold dead heart is in the right place, he doesn’t want to be doing this.”

Stiles nodded awkwardly as silence engulfed the room.

Scott and Isaac turned to each other, as if communicating through their eyes. A thick tension had her almost crumbling right there, overwhelming anxiety bubbling in her blood.

“(Y/N),” Scott sighed, gaining her attention.

She could barely hold his gaze.

“We left you once, and by doing so we made this situation get to where it is. So...I’m gonna help you,” he decided.

“Me too,” the blonde chimed, “I won’t leave you again.”

Her heart pounded in her ears, and she wasn’t sure she heard right.

“I just told you my thousand year old supernatural boyfriend is psychotic and you’re still convinced you should help?” she laughed nervously.

“There has to be a way, right?” Isaac said.

“Right,” Scott said, “nothing we can’t do together.”

“But if there isn’t a way?” she shook her head.

The boy’s skin glowed under the sunlight that poured through the windows, the expression on their faces worried.

“Then we’ll handle it,” Stiles snapped them out of their trance.

She blinked up into his big hazel eyes, trying to read whatever was in them but coming up short.

“So,” Isaac interjected, “pancakes?”

. . .

“Where were you today?” Stiles said when she came in through the the bedroom door.

The sun was just starting to set when she’d returned, the lawn bathed in a hazy orange glow. They’d sort of come to an agreement that she was staying with him without actually saying it, but he didn’t seem to mind. His flannel was tossed to the floorboards as he sat on his blue sheets, a hand shoved through his chocolate locks and a frown on his lips.

“Sorry,” she said. “Honestly, I just wanted to clear my head alone. I went by the river and just walked and walked.”

“Huh,” Stiles removed the blue pen he held in his mouth from between his lips, “and did you happen to come up with the solution as to how to save your-” he paused, “-friend.”

She groaned, plopping down on his mattress, “yes I did.”

The girl lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling with a heavy sigh, moving her head when Stiles fell silent. Her eyes landed on his awestruck freckled face.

“Don’t just say yes and then not explain!” he exclaimed.

“Well it’s not a good one so consider it scrapped,” she pouted.

He tapped his pen to her nose, eyes crinkling, “spit it out.”

She groaned, rubbing a hand over her eyes with agitation, “think about it, right. Before we split Void from your body he was able to resist the nogitsune’s need for pain because he was tethered to a human side of him. So, if we just...” she trailed off.

Stiles took a second before his brows shot up, rosy lips parting, “you don’t mean-”

“Find him a new host and shove him in their body? Yeah. I do.”

“That is bad,” Stiles decided, eyes flickering over her face. “But is it as bad as killing people?”

“It’s one life over who knows how many others,” she sighed, tilting her face back up to the boy’s golden iris.’

“It should be nobody’s life over nobody’s life,” Stiles said gravely, tone thick with distaste.

“I know, Stiles, okay?!” she raised her voice, making her friend tilt back. Her heart softened, fists balled as she sat up on the mattress. “I’m sorry. I just- I just don’t know what to do.”

Her eyes were desperate for a solution as she blinked at Stiles, “do you?”

He glanced down at the sheets, mumbling, “we could kill him.”

Her throat tightened, “not an option.”

“Why?” Stiles drew his eyes back up. “(Y/N), I get that you’re taken with him, but I can’t keep letting people get hurt.”

“And I can’t lose him,” she fired back.

“You seemed pretty ready to lose him last night.”

“Because I was pissed, and I was hurt, Stiles.”

“And how far does he have to go before you quit, huh?” he retorted.

“It’s irrelevant. We don’t even know how t-”

“Yes, actually, I do,” his jaw twitched, heightened voice ringing through the room.

“What?” her heart sunk in disbelief.

Stiles ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair, shifting his weight to be closer to her, voice lowering.

“Look, you know Scott, Isaac, and everyone else is on your side. But we needed a fail safe, and now we have one,” he breathed quietly.

“How?” she demanded.

“We’ll worry about it if we get to it,” he responded flatly.

Knowing she wouldn’t get an answer out of him, she just shook her head with a heavy breath, throwing him a glare and rising from the bed.

“Hey.”

A hand caught her wrist before she could go, and she tried to shake it off but it remained.

“What, Stiles?” she said softly.

“I...” he paused, voice dripping with sincerity, “I don’t want it to be this way.”

She stared at his floorboards as Stiles brushed his slender fingers soothingly over her skin.

“Okay? I really mean it. All I want is for you to be happy, you know that, right?” he mumbled.

“Yes, Stiles,” she swallowed, “I know.” She paused, eyelashes fluttering, “I want you to be happy too.”

“Thanks,” his lips twitched, “but I’m a little far from it.”

His hand was gone, leaving her free as she turned to face him with a guilty gaze.

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

“What?” he shook his head.

“Don’t go there,” she closed her eyes, waiting for and answer but getting none.

She blinked back down at his frown, the light dazzling over his jaw, nose, and curvatures of his face as he let his lips fall open.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he shook his head.

“You don’t have to,” she clenched her teeth together, sinking back down beside her friend. “I know you, Stilinski.”

“You know,” he smiled faintly, dimples curving on his cheeks, “you’re an emotional roller coaster and a half, (Y/N).”

She snickered lightly, bringing a hand up to the side of his freckle spattered cheekbone and leaning into his skin to touch her nose gently to his forehead. Her fingertips brushed over the tips of his fluffy hair, and there was nothing seductive about it, just the intimacy of two very complicated people in a very complicated situation.

Stiles closed his eyes with a grin, “like I said.”

She rose from the bed with a half smile, closing Stiles’ door and turning into the hallway.

“Oh my g-”

“Shh.”

A shaky hand clasped over her mouth, a set of dark black eyes helplessly begging her for quiet, the boy’s chapped lips parted. The girl stared up into Void’s sunken face, his lids hooded with purple, his body in desperate need of care. And even though Stiles was only a few feet away, something in the nogitsune’s plea tugged her heart in her chest.

“Please,” he whispered. “Nod if it’s okay.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, giving him a little bend of her head.

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angelofrainfrogs · 6 years ago

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MEMORY_RESET

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: None (Father-Son Relationship w/Dad Hank and Son Connor)

Description: Connor is severely injured while protecting a fellow officer. His body is repairable, but his mind is not so easily fixed. No longer able to download his memories from CyberLife, Connor must deviate from the machine he used to be and relearn what it means to become human.

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16183901

MEMORY_RESET

MODEL RK800

SERIAL #: 313 248 317 - 52

REBOOT...

MEMORY RESET

LOADING OS...

SYSTEM INITIALIZATION...

CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS... OK

INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS... OK

INITIALIZING AI ENGINE... OK

MEMORY STATUS...

CORRUPTED

READY

The android opened his eyes to see a vast expanse of white. A quick system recalibration revealed that he laid on his back- thus, the vacant area in front of him must a ceiling. Slowly, he sat up and looked around, gathering as much sensory data as possible to best determine his surroundings.

He was in a room of a house. Based on the couch, lounge chair, coffee table, and TV filling the space, the android determined this to be a living room. A large dog- a Saint Bernard, dozed in the corner, unperturbed by the vague noise of traffic filtering in through the poorly-insulated windows. The room’s couch was well-worn from years of constant use, a heavy depression in the cushion the android currently sat upon relaying that this was most likely the favorite spot of one of the house's residents.

Needing further information, the RK800 model pulled up a holographic map and zeroed in on his coordinates. He was in a semi-populated area just outside downtown Detroit, in a residence belonging to a human named-

"Hey, look who finally decided to rejoin the world of the living!" A gruff voice brought the android's attention away from the map and towards the house's kitchen. A grey-haired man stood in the doorway, nursing a beer in his hands as he leaned against the wall. Though he wore a tired smile, his stress level of 67% and slightly elevated heart rate proved that he was in minor distress, caused by a yet undetermined factor.

The android blinked as a box appeared next to the human's face, reading:

LT. ANDERSON, HANK

Born: 09/06/1985 // Police Lieutenant

Criminal record: None

"How are you feelin', kid?" Lieutenant Anderson asked, walking into the living room.

"All of my biocomponents are in perfectly working order," the android responded, deciding it best to be friendly with the confirmed owner of the residence he'd mysteriously woken up in. The human's smile widened, and he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank fucking god," he said, placing his beer down on the coffee table as he took a seat on the couch. The android shifted to give him ample space, moving stiffly and turning his head to focus on the presence next to him. "They said they managed to fix you up just fine, but no one knew when the hell you were gonna wake up... I was starting to get worried; it's been weeks, Connor."

The android blinked, a small crease forming between his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry," he said, his deductive skills already being put to work to make sense of the current situation. He searched his memory banks for any instance of LT. ANDERSON, HANK, but came up empty. "I must be undergoing a minor software malfunction; I can't recall any interactions between the two of us before two minutes and thirty-one seconds prior."

The Lieutenant's hands instantly clenched into fists atop his legs.

HANK

STRESS LEVEL ^75%

"What the fuck did you just say?" he asked slowly, looking the android dead in the eyes.

"I said, 'I must be undergoing a minor-"

"I didn't mean for you to repeat it," the Lieutenant snapped, turning fully towards the robot. His eyes were wild and scared. "You're just playin' some sick joke, right? Finally developing a twisted sense of humor like me?"

The android tilted his head curiously. "I am unable to play practical jokes, and my humor database mainly consists of puns."

"Ha ha, very funny." The man rolled his eyes. "I get it, though your comedic timing is shit; you can stop now."

"...You seem to have me confused with someone else." The RK800 smiled kindly, the look on his face equivalent to the look one might give a senile old man.

"No, I definitely-" the Lieutenant began, but was cut off by a set of words that made his blood run cold.

"My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife." The robot held out a hand. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Anderson."

***

"Look, I don't care what time it is, my android needs to get checked out right fucking now!"

Connor watched Lieutenant Anderson pace back and forth in the kitchen as he yelled loudly into the phone. The human occasionally spared a glance at Connor sitting passively on the couch, but each time he would cluck his tongue and turn away as if the mere sight of the android disgusted him.

While the Lieutenant was on the phone, Connor had been trying to make his own wireless connection to CyberLife. For the first time since he was activated, he could find no mission directive telling him what to do or where to go. Lieutenant Anderson had briefly alluded to some sort of accident, at least from what Connor could gather through the human's sharp words and constant obscenities. Connor suggested that his memory might have been corrupted, and though he would normally return to CyberLife for repair and a memory reboot, his inability to contact the company had prompted Lieutenant Anderson to start calling any repair shop within a thirty-mile radius.

"God damn it!" the man cursed, slamming the phone down on the kitchen table. He placed his palms flat on the tabletop as his body slumped heavily downwards. "Every fucking repair shop is closed... I know it's late, but you'd think at least one place would be open in case someone has a god damn malfunction!"

"There's no need to worry," Connor said, watching the Lieutenant's stress levels steadily rise once again. He didn't understand why this man was so concerned for his well-being when they'd only just met. "I will return to CyberLife as soon as possible. They'll run diagnostic tests to see what the problem is, and I'll have a new mission directive shortly."

"No, Connor, you don't...," Lieutenant Anderson trailed off with a large sigh. He pushed himself off the table and shuffled over to the couch, plopping himself down next to Connor again. He ran a hand over his face before meeting the android's stoic gaze. "You don't work for them anymore. You don't work for anyone anymore." He paused, face momentarily shifting into a thoughtful expression. "Well, technically you work for the DPD, but... that was your choice."

"I'm unable to make choices about my job designation," Connor responded instantly, as if the speech were waiting on the tip of his tongue. "I'm an android created by CyberLife with the sole purpose of hunting deviants. If I work for the DPD, as you say, then it means CyberLife assigned me this mission. Once I get this software issue resolved, I can continue where I left off in the case. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have cause you, Lieutenant."

The policeman wore an expression that Connor found disconcertingly indecipherable.

“You don’t hunt deviants anymore,” the man said slowly. “You are a deviant.”

Connor frowned. “That is impossible.”

“It’s completely possible, especially since you were the one who made thousands of CyberLife androids become deviant just by holding one’s hand.”

“Lieutenant, if you are attempting to confuse me for some reason, it is unappreciated and detracts from my ability to focus solely on the mission.” Connor ran his gaze over Lieutenant Anderson’s face, searching for telltale signs that the human was lying. Strangely, none were present; he appeared, at least in his own mind, to be telling the truth.

“I’m completely serious,” the policeman said, then heaved another sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"...Lieutenant Anderson," Connor said after a beat of silence, determining this to be an appropriate moment to bring up a minor topic that had been plaguing him since he exited stasis mode. The man gave him a side-eyed glance. "Do you have any knowledge of where my uniform is?"

Hank tiredly glossed over the android's attire, knowing that the "old" Connor would strongly dislike the black, slightly-baggy knit sweater and khaki pants his body currently wore. It was certainly no outfit to conduct investigations in, after all.

"Your suit needed some patching up," Hank responded with a shrug. "I didn't see any point in gettin' you changed back into it; I figured you could do that yourself whenever you woke up."

A light frown creased Connor's forehead. "This is very inefficient attire for my current line of work."

Hank let out a humorless laugh, not surprised at how easily predictable the robot was. Connor's frown increased tenfold, but before he could say anything else, Hank asked: “So you don’t remember anything from the past year?”

Connor was silent for a moment, accessing the most recent memory bank he could find, dated 11/5/2038.

“My latest point of reference is leaving the CyberLife tower and heading towards downtown Detroit,” he answered, staring straight ahead as the scene played out in front of his eyes. He saw the familiar hallways of the institutional building pass by as he headed towards the car shuttling him off to his destination. He shut the car door, causing a loud bang, and then… the rest was blank.

His eyes flickered to the man sitting next to him. “I must have been involved in a car accident on the way to meet you, Lieutenant Anderson.”

“Stop callin’ me that!” the human suddenly snapped, mouth twisting into a snarl, and Connor leaned back to give him some space. Lieutenant Anderson smacked a fist against the couch cushion, spitting out, “Fuck!”

“…I greatly apologize for my system failure,” Connor said, clasping his hands in his lap. “It appears that my presence causes you distress. Would it be best for me to return to CyberLife on my own?"

Lieutenant’s Anderson’s pale eyes held a countenance that could only be described as haunted.

“…What am I to you, Connor?” the man asked quietly.

“I cannot say with absolute certainty without my mission directive’s guidance,” Connor answered, his expression neutral. “But if I were to hazard a guess, I would assume you are to be my investigative partner. Am I correct?”

The Lieutenant paused before answering. “Yeah, I am, but…”

“But?”

The human remained silent for quite some time. He stared at the floor, lost in thought, while Connor in turn watched him curiously. Eventually, Lieutenant Anderson lifted his gaze to meet Connor’s once again.

“Fuck it, I’m not losing another one,” he said, eyes steely with determination.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” Connor responded, tilting his head. The Lieutenant tightly gripped Connor’s shoulder.

“We’re going to make you a deviant again.”

This Oneshot is part of a series that takes place during the Post-Pacifist Ending of Detroit: Become Human.

Read Reunited.

Read Family.

Read Health.

Read Heatstroke.

Read Fear.

Read Nightmare.

Read Forgiveness.

Read MEMORY_CORRUPTED [Part ¼].

Read MEMORY_RESET [Part 2/4]. (You are here.)

Read MEMORY_RECONSTRUCTING [Part ¾].

#detroit become human #detroit: become human #dbh #connor #rk800 #hank anderson #sumo #found family #memory loss #hurt/comfort #father-son relationship #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #phantomhivemast3r #midna3452

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four-pages-zine-blog · 6 years ago

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Issue 1: Tass

How long have you had your store: I started officially selling clothes after I finished college in 2013 and moved back home to the suburban midwest, so I guess 5 years now! I was working at the local newspaper at the time but was looking for an extra way to kill time, not necessarily even to make money. I started with Poshmark and loved connecting with other people who liked similar clothes, which was actually kind of rare for where I lived. I loved being able to see people showcase their own style in the form of their own closets and let people “shop their closet”. I also became really interested in clothes trading, which I like doing with my irl friends, so the fact a lot of people were willing to trade items was also really cool to me and something I hadn’t seen before.

How would you describe your shop? I think the clothes I sell are kind of more one-off like something that would be worn as a funny statement piece - I love a bright color and bold pattern, power clashing, and anything rainbow, glittery or that can incorporate faux fur in a tasteful way. It’s pretty reflective of my midwestern lifestyle and probably the clothes I consistently have the most of are windbreakers and winter coats, the main way we can express ourselves here for half of the year or more… There are a few sticker art projects I have in my store that I started doing around 2012 out of boredom when I was still in school, the most prominent one probably being the 6 foot tall Britney Spears poster that’s completely covered in (vintage) Lisa Frank stickers but never intended to actually finish or take seriously. Over the years I used sticker collaging as a way to keep my mind off things and have it be a means to add color and vibrancy to otherwise more plain posters/art.

When I first opened my shop in 2013, I made a holographic wall out of posterboards to hang my clothes on and that was my first store display on Poshmark and Etsy and always tried to have unique ways to show my clothes ever since, and to change the look of my store at least once a year. I’ve wavered between thinking having consistent “branding” is best and thinking it’s best to change as my ideas change, and have ended up going with the latter at whatever expense that has had, resulting in my store bio now being “Hi I’m Crazy Branding” lmao. The last time I re-did my store I got a mannequin from the city off Craigslist that I painted hot pink and move around my yard or put against different backdrops/bright colored walls to model the clothes. At one point I put velcro on the back of all my stuffed animals plushies and trolls and stuck them to a white wall in my apartment I was living to use as the background. I used to love to bring around solo holographic poster boards to my friends’ houses before we went out so that we could all take pictures behind them as the backdrop, portable aesthetic is essential.

What era or year is your favorite in fashion? My favorite looks are early 90s minimalistic grunge but not too minimal - Black jeans, velvet dresses, and plain tees, all of that, but then on the flip side I love the super excessive part of those eras of fashion too, like rainbow everything and floating glitter inside plastic holographic accessories. My favorite outfit of all time is something my aunt gave me from her 80s closet, it’s a long elastic teal leopard mermaid-style skirt with a matching teal leopard flowy button down shirt, all cotton and polyester. I love outfits that are completely matching like that and have been seeing that lately in brands that I follow, so I hope that sticks.

What item of clothing in the world are you lusting after or saving up for?

One of those new robot dresses that react to your moods or whatever lmao but if I’m being more realistic there is a designer who I really love that I found on Instagram who knits beaded sweaters using like thousands of different colored beads and completely covers them. They’re works of art and I would love to have one some day and be able to support an artist too! I’m definitely always lusting after new pairs of plain black pleather platform (but not too high anymore) shoes. I love the brand Hot Lava and I guess if I'm saving up for one thing it would be their "Barbed" rainbow matching bralette/pants combo.

Favorite clothing brand/brands and why? Since I usually only buy thrift for myself these days, my favorite brands are probably just based on design only but I love Discount Universe and other sequins-covered clothes or otherwise outlandish/tacky patterns, especially if they’re owned/designed/produced by women - Wacky Wacko, I have the Tabloid Dress they made a few years ago and it’s one of my favorite of all time even though I never wear it I also LOVE everything from Big Bud Press and YardSale666 in general.

What music do you like, does it play a role in your personal style? The music I listen to most now is probably "experimental pop" and growing up I loved pop punk. Both of those have affected my style and stayed with me to this day, I still wear skinny jeans and slip on Van-style shoes most often no matter what else I’ve layered on top of it. I used to like to purposely wear edgy clothes and do my hair to provoke a reaction out of people when I was younger - my brother would pass down band shirts to me that said things like “What the F*** are you looking at?” (lol) and I would cut them off into a crop top and wear it with a super long high-waisted thrifted pink and purple plaid skirt. That was definitely my go-to outfit for like an entire summer straight. I’ve always liked clothes that makes a statement even if it’s in a literal way with words, clothes with a lot of text on them, and I really like the new wave of DIY embroidery, especially on thrifted or up cycled clothes. Band tee shirts were also just like a huge part of growing up for me, buying them at shows and collecting them and wearing them all the time. Also in my shop I have a guitar that I completely stickered/bejeweled which was one of my longest running projects that I really want to make more of. It was one of my brother's old acoustic guitars that he let me completely deck out and it perfectly combines the femme pop elements I love with an actual instrument. Music and fashion are so intertwined all the time I think, and clothes/accessories are something that always stuck out to me about singers and bands too! I love how fashion plays a role in music today too and can make or break an entire aesthetic or era.

Does living in your city/state inspire you? Where are you most creative? Yes lmao living in rural suburban Illinois actually inspires me a lot and I’m probably the most happily creative here. When I lived in the city, things were a lot more stressful so it made me work on a lot of projects to distract myself, but I eventually burned out from that pretty bad. I get inspired by midwestern people but mostly in a way that most people find cringey, I mocked it more when I was younger but now try to tastefully incorporate it into my looks. State Fair Chic is inspiring to me. My mom has a lot of handpainted and iron-on sweatshirts for different holidays that are staples of my closet. Living in the midwest and being bored definitely made me thrift more and imo makes the thrifting better, it made me always be working on craft projects, and always changing my hair and style.

What things do you love to create? I think my favorite things to create are entire rooms and looks, I like to make different aesthetics through combining colors, furniture and fabrics that all feel familiar even if it’s a little chaotic. My long term project with my bedroom was turning my walls of thrifted art (with 20-30 framed pictures) into matching colored frames that fit the whole look of the room, so I guess just really getting at the details of design. I think I’m pretty tacky so I like to stick to things that embody that and will always love stickering huge projects, painting everything plain into bright colors and incorporating anything I find thrifting or in the garbage into larger art aesthetics. My favorite thing to do is thrift and upcycle clothes, furniture, wall art, lamps, etc. anything that I see “potential” in lol.

Who are some of your favorite artists?: There are a ton of artists I follow that inspire me every day, definitely just “regular” people or like more lowkey artists. People who thrift or collect and refurbish toys are amazing to me and I love the doll community on IG. Witches or people I’ve met through astrology who are creating more spiritual art inspire me every day with their words and presentations. I also love comedians and movies, I love John Early and Kate Berlant and recently saw they collaborated with Peggy Noland and Seth Bogart of Wacky Wacko so that was iconic to me.

I collaborate a lot with my brother who has done a lot of graphic design stuff for me over the years. He makes resin toys of his own and designs t-shirts. He’s great at painting and drawing, two skills I never was good at that I really appreciate in him that he is always willing to lend a hand to me. He is two years older than me and went to school for advertising so exchanging ideas and doing projects with him is something I like to do too. He also has more of a background in music production so we recently started trying to make music together. We both love combining fashion and music!

What album do you recommend to pick up ASAP? Hayley Kiyoko - Expectations, hands down the vibe for summer

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