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the-adventures-of-john-and-timmy · 1 year ago

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Today was turning out to be a very interesting day, Jay thought as he followed behind

the 20 foot tall, clock eye alien who’d declared they’d been partners in a past life.

“It’s great that I ran into you when I did, now you can see the zombie-not-frog!” Timmy, as he’d requested to be called, turned around to face Jay as they walked and talked. “Augh, it’s too bad though, you missed the-“ the back of Timmy’s head collided with a notably thick branch. “-And that’s why I only drink rat poison on special occasions!”

It was hard not to be intrigued by the nonsequiter Goliath. He’d come careening out of the forest and tackled Jay to the ground, excitedly shouting about how ‘John’s back!’. Whoever John was, apparently Jay shared a one-in-a-bajillion quality with him, and this was reason enough for Timmy to believe that Jay had been John in a past life.

There had been a small moment where the stranger had become overtaken with emotion. Tears had started to roll down his face, and there was something about the way his smile tightened, or maybe the way his voice cracked, that really got to Jay. It was evident that Timmy was normally a happy-go-lucky individual, the sad expression was obviously unfamiliar to his features.

The moment had been very brief, as Timmy quickly wiped away the tears, and -potentially remembering why he was on his planet in the first place- said that it was time for the adventure to continue.

Jay didn’t have anything better to do today so he followed him back into the woods.

“It’s good that you have claws now, you look more durable now, your last body was very squishy and breakable. Do you think if you ate glass you’d die? Asking for a friend. Who is me.” Timmy took a boulder like a step down, before getting distracted from his quest and flipping over rocks to look at bugs.

“Yes I would. Can you tell me more about your John?” Jay asked, climbing down the same boulder.

“John was John, and now John is Jay.” Timmy extended his tongue like a slow motion frog and scooped up a bug. Jay watched for a moment in fascination as he ate it, also in slow motion.

“More specifically… hm. I guess, what other traits do I share with him?” Jay was 98% sure he wasn’t a reincarnation of John. His grandmother had believed in such things but he himself was more of a ‘see it to believe it’ kind of person. That being said the remaining two percent was reserved for the fact that Jay had always felt like there was something more to his life than he realized, that he was destined for something.

Suddenly Timmy reached a closed finger and poked the moles on Jays face. “You have the exact same spots, also you are brown.”

“How can you be sure that isn’t a coincidence?”

“Oh it is but it also isn’t. Coincidence that you happen to share that feature, but not a coincidence that you share a feature. Could have been any of them but it had to be some of them.” Timmy stretched up and held onto a branch, it broke under his weight and he began to use it like a blind cane as they continued walking.

Jay hummed contemplatively. “You know I don’t remember you. If I was John I have no memory of being him.”

“Hahah! Normally I’m the one with bad memory!”

“Can you share a memory with him? Maybe it will jog my own memory.”

“Jiggidy jog a log a hog, bog, fog, dog, frog, gog damn it Dave. Yeah I can do that.” Timmy tapped his tongue thoughtfully. “You killed my brother, not the good one or the ok one, you killed the bad one, which was good we were trying to kill him ‘cause he was trying to kill us so ya know. There was the time you watched me kill a baby, you were really mad about that one, but everyone kinda was. I’ve gotten better about it, I don’t kill nearly as many babies as I used to! Oh there was also the time you fell asleep on my shoulder! I remember that really clearly, you were just unconscious next to me for several hours, you breathed, yup breathed all nice and good no hyperventilating. You were always hyperventilating when you were next to me, but then one day you just relaxed enough to fall asleep. It was holy shit!” A tree rodent tried to cross their path and Timmy hit it like a golf ball with the tree branch. Poor thing might have gone into orbit with how far it flew.

“Is one of your favorite memories with John, just him sleeping next to you? It sounds like it made quite an impression on you.”

“Well yeah, you spent so long being scared of me- ah dicks I hope we don’t have to do the scared of me part all over again. You used to look at me like this-'' Timmy turned and made a very exaggerated scared face. “But then after a while you looked at me like this.” His face changed into a fond but mildly confused smile. “I know, cause I looked at your face a lot! I missed looking at your face, I’m glad your new face is as cute as your old one!”

Well that was… flattering. Jay almost wished their conversation was sparking a memory. Timmy seemed sweet, albeit a little crazy, but Jay definitely had a soft spot for energetic dumb-asses.

“Oh shit, fuck yeah! Zombie-not-frogs!” Timmy yelled darting off towards the puddle that had appeared as they walked. He bent down to examine what looked like the corpse of an amphibian. It had a concave crater in its head where a grotesque orange fungus was growing out of it. “After you and Dealer died, The Dealers, uh, trade, deal, network, thingy fell apart. Requests still come through from time to time, so whenever I’m bored I pick one and go looking for whatever they wanted, usually they want pretty cool stuff.”

“This guy,” Timmy pointed at the corpse. “Sent in a request all the way back when things were blue tinted. He wanted the fungus to make a zombie army or something” he pulled a vile out of his pocket and picked some fungus off with his bare hands, shoving it in the tube, capping it, and putting it back in his pocket. He then licked the remaining goo off his fingers and shook his head violently. “I can’t wait to cause a global pandemic. Anyway, you hungry?”

Jay’s mind lagged behind for a moment, trying to decide how to process what just happened. “I, uh, sure. Yeah.” Truly he wasn’t hungry but hooked with interest for the other.

Suddenly his vision was flooded with aquamarine, and the world turned upside down. Timmy pulled him through a portal, and in less than the blink of an eye they were on a metal ship. When the portal to his home world closed, Jay could see a porthole window with stars on the other side.

“W-where are we?” He asked nervously looking around. When his eyes found Timmy the other only gazed back at him. Timmy stared at him with an unreadable expression in lieu of answering. When he glanced away there was a strange sadness to it.

“I’m not as good at repairs, tech maintenance and stuff as everyone else was. Eln and Razh had jobs, and they did them. I did not have a job, but now I do theirs. Sort of.”

“… am I supposed to remember this place?” Jay asked

“You spent more of your life here on this ship than anywhere else,” came Timmy’s surprisingly straightforward answer, though he still wasn’t looking at Jay. He was looking down a hallway, his eyes spinning lazily. “I keep hoping I’ll find the new versions of everyone. I keep looking, but they’re not as easy to see as you. I’ve probably skipped over them a few times…” a watery shine was creeping into his eyes when he opened up a small portal and stuck his hand through. “here, have a kidney” Timmy deposited an organ in Jays hands and walked off.

Jay gracefully flailed and threw the surprise organ across the room. This guy sure was full of surprises. As he thought that Timmy opened a pot and screamed inside of it.

“Anyway!” Timmy’s trademark smile was back on his face as he hopped up to sit cross legged on the counter. “I dun know what new Jay eats but old John ate a shit load of these.” As he spoke he grabbed items strewn about the counter top, slapping various things together. “So you’ll probably like it.”

Timmy presented Jay with what could have been mistaken for another organ if Jay hadn’t watched him make it. It appeared to be some sort of nut spread, with some sort of jam, wrapped up in rice paper.

Jay took a breath to steady himself, still reeling for the last minute and a half. He had wanted a life full of adventure, he had to be brave.

Jay followed Timmy’s lead and hopped up to sit on the counter as well, taking the offered food and boldly taking a bite. “John had good taste.” He decided.

Timmy laughed obnoxiously loudly, and Jay felt his heart squeeze despite himself. Suddenly his whole body was being squeezed as Timmy scooped him up in a crushing hug. “Fucking fuck I missed you! AaAaAhHhH!!”

Jay felt a weight in his heart knowing he probably wasn’t who this lost soul thought he was. “… I liked that story about John sleeping with you. Do you have more memories like that? I want to hear them” He asked.

Timmy gazed off into the distance. “John was soft. I braided his hair a lot, that was fun.” Timmy lifted a hand to his own braid, with bones woven into it. “Once early on, I crashed his house and he had dirty laundry everywhere. His dirty clothes smell nice so I just started throwing them around, and he threw them back at me, and it was a flying shirt war. He had a favorite shirt. I kept it for a long while but clothes die too after a while.”

Jay wrapped his tail around Timmy, accidentally causing the other to jump out of memory lane and look back at him. “Fuck you have a tail now.” Timmy noted. “When I’m not looking at you you look the same and I forget you’re new. I forget you're not like you were.” Timmy buried his face in the top of Jay's hair. “I wish you remembered me.” He said softly.

Jays felt his heart shatter for the stranger. Tears poured out of him, and he wrapped his arms right around the other.

Timmy snorted, “now that’s a familiar face,” and hugged him back.

John manages to extend his life by a couple hundred years, but cool space medicine can only drag the human body out for so long. So Timmy’s been rockin around alone for about 1,500 years

Jay -as I’ve creatively named him- has the same core nature as John but obviously none of the same nurture. So he’s kinda John w/o the trauma. (‘he’s got his own shit, but it’s more “i don’t have any constant or sustainable source of companionship in my life and I’m mildly bitter about being so lonely” vs “ supernatural creatures, tried to kill me every day of my life for about 2 to 3 years “)

(‘this is however still an AU because radio [my writer] would never let anyone die)

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riridontneedya · 3 years ago

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IMPERIUM✨

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Any house Reader, Harry Potter x

Wordcount: 4,210

Warnings: SMUT, ANGST dom ,sub, daddy ,oral, teasing ,praise, spitting , chocking etc run of the mill smut.

A/N : Well the time has come I've finally given in.. I say finally didn't take much conviction lol. Anyway in this universe Dumbledore is still very much alive and no-one tried to kill one another so all is well. As always enjoy and let me know what you think xx

Summary: Draco and y/n battle it out for the new position as headmaster but what happens when they are made to work alongside one another

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please” spoke Dumbledore. He arose from his chair gently tapping his knife against his chalice in order to garner the crowds attention . Shortly everyones eyes were fixated on him. He cleared his throat and began. “I would like to thank each and everyone one of you for coming out tonight … as we all know its been a tough decision for me to step down, however! .I have no fear as I know the school will be in the safest of hands. I hand picked these two myself and in-fact trust them with my life. I know they have been working tirelessly day in and out to ensure not only my trust .. but all members of committee and most importantly our students. So with that being said when it is revealed in tomorrows assembly who the new headmaster and deputy are I want you both to know ,no matter the outcome I am so proud of you both, so let us raise a toast to our candidates . Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N and Draco Lucius Malfoy”. With that Dumbledore rose his chalice high in the air smiling warmly at the pair. Everybody followed suit and raised their glasses high in celebration.

Draco and Y/N graciously thanked everyone as they showered them with words of praise and encouragement . Just then Y/n went to speak however her words were abruptly cut short by Astoria. As if an eager child unable to contain her excitement she blurted out. “ Draco and I are so grateful for all the support, so as a thank you after this we will be having refreshments and canapés at the Malfoy manor to celebrate his new position as headmaster .. all are welcome to join”. ‘Headmaster .. oh my how incredibly presumptuous” Y/N chuckled into her drink. “Excuse me” squeaked Astoria, she spun around rapidly locking eyes with Y/n. Y/n folded her arms across her chest and began “I do believe you heard me Astoria .. you said headmaster and thats yet to be revealed so for you to address Draco as said headmaster is well.. presumptuous”. Astorias tongue prodded the inside of her cheek, you could tell by the hue of red in her face she was infuriated but trying to find the words without imploding.

“Well , I just know he will ok so yeah just know that”, spat Astoria in a feeble attempt to shake off Y/ns rightful observation’. ‘Oh I see” snapped y/n “why didn't you say it was you sooner, Sybil , Sybil Trelawney teacher of divination . What are you doing here under the guise of Polyjuice potion? I mean you could’ve just come with your crystal ball and tea leaves and said he was the winner that way instead of this elaborate scheme don’t you think?” The laughter of fellow by standers suddenly erupted around the women. Astoria who now sup parsed hues of red was the shade of a beetroot , completely enraged prepared to snap she was interrupted by Dumbledore. “ NOW now girls quell your fiery natures, this is to be a peaceful night of celebrations”. The woman smiled coyly at Dumbledore. ‘My apologies Dumbledore” y/n chimed up. “We speak no more of it ok” Dumbledore smiled and gently patted the crown of y/ns head and proceeded to make his way back to his chair. Y/N turned and smiled gloatingly at Astoria. In response Astoria screwed her face up mockingly and fled no doubt to chastise Draco for not swooping in and defending her.

“Pwoarh Nice one mate” chuckled Fred as he held out his fist waiting for Y/n to bump it. Hahah stop it you she giggled. ‘Here , should we go to the manor after this for a laugh” sniggered George appearing alongside them. “Ha, I'm sure she’s revoked my invitation effective immediately” said Y/n, as she peered over to Astoria , she could see her flailing her arms around whilst Draco made no attempt to conceal his look of boredom in the conversation. “You know what lets .. Ive been dying to get a peek of the manor anyway what harm can it do”. ‘Cracking’ the twins harmonised in unison. The trio linked arms and jollied along.

Once arrived at the manor they soon found it to be every bit luxurious as they envisioned. The floors were marble and reflected the light of the enormous crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling. Each stair of the grand staircase was illuminated by candle light creating an auburn strip propelling up the length of the stairs. Every inch of the manor oozed with decadence. “Wow , its rather impressive” mused y/n . “You can say that again” chimed Fred as he helped himself to a glass of champagne , handing one over to y/n. They began to mingle and drink with the rest of the party guests it was an overall pleasant evening that was until Astoria appeared before Y/n. “Glad to see you could make it y/n” said Astoria with a constipated smile. She had made little to no effort to conceal her sarcastic tone.

Y/n had no interest in rehashing todays mini confrontation. Instead she pulled a sickly sweet smile and said “ Wouldn’t miss it for the world, thank you for your generous hospitality Ms Green grass.” Astorias face dropped “green green .. she muttered, haha don’t be silly you must get use to calling me Mrs Malfoy”. Now despite y/ns fondness to antagonise Astoria at any given opportunity she couldn’t help but see she was visibly hurt. She immediately began to fumble her words in a bid to preserve her feelings “honestly , Astoria I'm sorry I didn't know the extent of your relationship .. I apologise”. Astoria still hadn’t reacted she stood stationary bottom lip protruding sad and helpless like a lost puppy. Y/n gently squeezed Astorias forearm and began to say “ look you mustn't pay it any mind, Draco wouldn’t dare indulge in any small talk with me about family life .. so don’t stress it congratulations by the way”. Astoria looked up at her with eyes softened . Relief washed over Y/n as she could tell she was receptive to her. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder to herself why he hadn’t mentioned news as big as that , they had worked so closely over these months . To be fair on a good day if you hadn’t known Draco you wouldn’t even know he had a girlfriend let alone fiancé .. or wife ?

Astoria went to talk but just then none other than Draco emerged behind her . His hand came down onto her shoulder. sharply. “ thats enough now sweetheart , I think Daphne was looking for you actually”. There was a weird exchange of eye contact Astoria weakly smiled and left. It was now just y/n and Draco stood before one another. Draco broke the silence by clearing his throat “ Y/L/N, may I interest you in a nightcap in my office ,there are things Id appreciate to discuss before we venture into our new working relationship”. Although slightly bewildered she agreed as after all they were to work alongside one another and she’d rather it be somewhat harmonious than turbulent.

Y/n followed Draco across the length of the great hall and into a pair of grand double doors. The room was vast , books littered the walls as far as the eye could see and in the corner a fireplace roared. Draco stood behind his desk and motioned for y/n to take a seat opposite him. She smoothed the back of her dress and proceeded to make herself comfortable. Draco started pouring whiskey from the crystal decanter into a couple of whiskey tumblers. The burn of the fire whisky ignited as it glided down her throat. The combination of whiskey and champagne left Y/N beginning to feel somewhat merry, she hadn’t really noticed during the quiet sobering conversation with Astoria. ‘So what is it you have in mind Draco?”. His stormy grey eyes peered over at her from behind his glass. ‘Very well” he remarked and manoeuvred himself to Y/NS side of the desk .He perched himself on the edge legs akimbo and both his large veiny hands clasped around his whiskey glass. Y/n inhaled sharply as she averted her gaze from his legs splayed before her. Continuing he said “ As you're aware I have my plans about how Hogwarts should be run , I have a detailed strategy and I plan to implement it as soon as possible .. so what I'm really asking is are you with me or against me because I have no intention of being held back”.

Y/n blinked rapidly .. she was unable to process what he was saying , how could he be so smug thinking he had headmaster place secured already. “ Fuck sake Draco, ok first that wasn’t really posed as an option now was it ?, also enough with belief that its your divine right to just be appointed as headmaster! What makes you think that if you somehow are the headmaster I will just bend at your will? Pathetic!” She scoffed into her drink. Draco began to stifle a laugh “ Ah you do amuse me y/n”, look I'm willing to let you have some creative control … only if you prove to me how badly you so desire it”. His suggestive smile sent shivers up y/n. “Fuck you Malfoy” she hissed and jolted from her seat, once she reached the door she rattled the doorknob but to no avail the door wouldn’t budge. “Open it now” she demanded . Draco slowly sauntered towards her and leant across the door “hmm I thought you liked a challenge .. guess I was wrong this will be no fun after all ” Draco was indeed correct Y/n did enjoy a challenge and he’d be gravely mistaken if he thought she would let him get away without putting up a fight”.

Something switched in Y/n she turned to face Draco who was only inches away. He towered over her with his svelte frame encased in an all black suit. ‘Is this what you want Draco hmm” she said in a sultry tone whilst hooking her finger into his belt loop pulling him closer. You want me to beg ..or would you rather me on my knees .. better yet I could be a good girl and just bend over that desk right now and let you have your way if thats what you want” . Draco's breathing was now laboured within seconds he had pulled y/n in by the waist flipped her round having her pressed against the door, his body weight up against her and his hand holding her arms in place on the door. Y/n could feel the stiffness of his impressive length against her derrière. With a shallow gasp he breathed dangerously close to her ear “ be careful what you wish for ms Y/L/N , I don’t take too kindly to false promises as I always get what I want” . With that he tossed her around to face him .Y/n was now panting her body was burning in desire she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees there and then. No wonder Astoria was attached to his hip.. if this was anything to go off.

Y/n bit her lip she felt dizzy with emotions . Draco stood before her with a devious smile , his hands soon intertwining at her waist and face buried in her décolleté littering it with kisses making his way down to her ample bosom. Y/n couldn’t help but throw her head back in delight eliciting a small moan. That only became fuel for Draco as he hoisted her leg from the floor and wrapped it around him. It was then Y/n felt a vibration from the opposite side of the door., as if someone had knocked from the outside . It was then followed by a mousy ‘ Dray , are you in there’. Draco paused for a moment grip still tight on y/n. “What is it I'm having a business meeting , i'll be out shortly don’t hover ”. It was clear who it was… the pair unraveled themselves from one another quickly smoothing out clothing and rejigging themselves. ‘Ok let us” let me stop you Draco, Y/n interrupted pressing her finger against his lips to audibly shush him. “ As if you think id let this happen you think you get to fuck me then you do as you please and I a dutiful little lap dog . Pfffft what a joke like it or not I'm going to be your boss so the only way I'm fucking you is in the more figurative sense , now you better hurry up don’t want to keep your fiancé waiting or Is it wife hmmm”. With a quick flick from her wand she sent the door swinging open and promptly stormed out.

The day had finally arrived the great hall of Hogwarts was alive with the buzz of chatter. The sizeable table at the forefront of the hall hosted all the teachers and most importantly both Draco and y/n. Dumbledore made his way to the podium, he produced his wand and placed it at the base of his neck it acted as a megaphone propelling his voice across the hall. “Everybody if I may have your attention please.” The chatter soon died down and everyone eagerly cast their eyes on him. “ Right, I shan’t keep you in suspense anymore , it is time to announce your new headmaster & deputy ’. Both Draco and y/n fidgeted in their seats after all these months of rivalry it had boiled down to this. “ Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Ms y/n y/l/n your new headmaster !” Boomed Dumbledore. .Y/N shrieked she was giddy with excitement she couldn’t believe she had actually done it. Everyone around her broke out into wild applause there were whistles and jeers laughter overall excitement. She was being ushered by the surrounding teachers to get up to the podium to make a speech. As she was making her way she cast eyes on Draco, there he stood paler than usual and unresponsive he was there physically but not mentally his carcass stood stationary unable to ingest the news he had just been fed.

The days rolled into weeks weeks rolled into months and y/n had almost completed a whole term at Hogwarts. All was going swimmingly and albeit begrudgingly Draco was in-fact a great support on her journey. It was the last night of term and y/n sat a her desk pondering over a mountain of papers. Y/n sighed and cradled her head in her hands , she was exhausted she spent all her time dedicated to the role that she forgot to take time out for herself. There was a knock at the door “Come in” she yelled out. Draco's head emerged around the door. ‘

Oh hey you , come in come in” ushering him to the desk. ‘Oh dear , sucks to be you , regretting the position of power now?” Draco chuckled menacingly. “Ha ha very funny” she uttered dryly. “Anyway , some of the other teachers are going out for drinks but I can see you are busy” said Draco eyeballing the mountains of paper. “Yeah.. I afraid I am , but you enjoy yourself Draco have a drink for me and i'll see you next term” she smiled warmly at him. Draco locked eyes on her , hands stuffed in his pocket he began to fidget. “In all honesty I'm not the fondest of all the people going .. also Id much rather not be at home ..before you laugh or probe why just don’t because I won’t go into it but I can’t bare to spend another moment longer with …her .. so umm yeah , I can help you out here then say you make it up to me buying me a drink later?”

Y/n smirked “You’re quite then enigma aren’t you Draco ..? He raised his eyebrows at her in acknowledgement. “Fine , id appreciate that very much but I am rather tired so if it's not beneath you I can offer you a drink at mine ..”. His eyes flickered up to meet hers , stifling a smile . “Id like that ..”he said softly , ‘well then , let's get to work” y/n smiled. Draco and y/n worked through the night it was filled with chatter and laughter they felt at ease with one another. Once they finished up the momentum continued on at y/ns house. Copious amounts of fire whiskey later they found themselves delving into deeper topics having more in-depth conversations and discovering more about one another. Draco's whole demeanour was very relaxed and this was foreign to y/n. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and tie loosened. ‘You know .. you're an alright person not that much of a pain in my arse surprisingly” Draco chuckled swigging another mouthful of whiskey. “Well thats rich” laughed y/n.

“Right well I've really enjoyed this but its getting late , I can barley keep my eyes open … earlier you mentioned you didn't want to go back so .. you're more than welcome to stay …. Only if you want”. Rattled by the kind gesture he smiled affectionately. Stumbling over his words “umm yeah , thank you y/n you’ve exceeded your generosity let me at least grab us coffee for the morning then. “Sounds like a plan , hopefully you won’t find me a pain in the arse again come morning ”. With a cackle Y/n got up from the couch and showed Draco to the spare room. Once at the door she began to wish him a goodnight. As he went to hug y/n his lips grazed her cheek. Y/n suddenly recoiled , a silence loomed over them as they gazed at one another the emotions of that night in Draco's office flooding back. Y/n could feel the heat surging in her cheeks so she hastily wished him a good night and scurried to her room. Once in the shelter of her room she let out a sigh of relief. She knew it was the right thing to do but my how she craved him.

Draco burst through the door making a beeline for Y/N. He took her into his arms and kissed her with an insatiable hunger. Backing her into the wall he began to rid her of her clothing . Y/n hands clambered at his chest to do same however he abruptly stopped her “ Oh no you don’t , you think I forgot about that little stint in my office huh ? Well I didn't and I've been awaiting the day I get to fuck you senseless Ms y/n … you control me all day and now its y turn to control you .. you will do everything I say do you understand” . Enthralled by his dominance Y/n nodded enthusiastically. “Sorry I didn't hear you “ roared Draco grabbing her face towards his. “Yes who”. “Yes Draco” she moaned . “You can do better than that dear yes who, i'll only ask you one more time or i'll have bent over my knee.. so what will it be?” . “Yes … daddy “ she muttered bashfully. “Thats my girl” he bellowed. He grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed , he unfastened his tie and instructed her to lift her hands above her head. Y/n did as commanded. He bound her wrists up and hooped them over the bed post. “Now, I'm going to have my way with you and you don’t get to touch me understood!” ‘Yes daddy y/n whimpered” “ahh what a good girl you are, ugh the things I'm going to do to you”. Y/ns eyes winded in desire, Draco shimmied y/ns shirt up and instructed her to bite down using it as a makeshift gag. He suddenly began to kiss her lower abdomen slowly sliding off her trousers.

Y/n titled her hips aiding him in taking them off. Draco's eyes lit up upon the discovery of her not wearing any undergarments “oh so you were anticipating me you filthy slut” Draco chuckled darkly’. He teased and taunted kissing her inner thighs only grazing her sex, this drove y/n crazy her body craved him inside her. Draco finally delicately licked a strip against her folds causing her body to crumble at the slightest of his touch. His warm moist tongue began frantically massaging her causing her to rive in ecstasy . His tongue began to vibrate excitedly against her clitoris sending shock waves through her entire body , she bucked her hips in excitement unable to keep her composure as Draco's tongue fixated on lapping up the one spot that drove her insane. Y/n was close he was relentless with his tongue against her swollen bud , just as she was about to finish Draco withdrew. Y/ns face fell in disgust just as she was about complain he plunged his fingers deep inside her ..pumping rhythmically y/ns juices coated his fingers . His other hand sloped around her neck , eventually this caused her to release all over his hand. Draco's pupils now engulfed his eyes …he was enthralled in pleasure watching her crumble for him . “ Aren’t you a good girl , snarled Draco “squirting for daddy , whilst I love it I don’t recall giving you permission to” .y/n squirmed overcome with pleasure unable to respond.

He unhooked her and brought her to her knees. He ripped her shirt from her mouth and produced his veiny throbbing cock dripping with pre cum. Y/n gasped in astonishment and eagerly attempted to take him all in her mouth bobbing her head enthusiastically until her jaw ached and eyes began to stream. He hurled his head back in pleasure as her tongue gently caressed his pulsating tip. “Ugh yeah just like that baby “ he muttered .

Without warning y/n sucked on the tip with vigour. Draco let out a ferocious moan whilst grabbing y/ns hair fashioning it into a ponytail attempting to make her glide her tongue down the rest of his shaft. He couldn’t have her do that for too long as he surely would finish in her mouth. “You filthy filthy girl “ he beamed as he pulled her off his cock . Rocking her head back spiting in her mouth. He brought yn to her feet and began kissing her deeply interlocking his tongue with hers , she yearned so badly to touch him to feel her skin against his. “ Get over here , I want you leant over this bed frame whilst I fuck you .. I'm going to cum on that pretty pussy then I'm going to put it back in understand!” Firmly instructed Draco . “Yes daddy” that’s my girl he cooed. Draco teasingly stroked his member against her entrance this sent shock waves through y/n causing her to gyrate in hopes he would slip in. Draco caught onto this and his hand came down harshly on her derrière .y/n let out a gasp. “Don’t be greedy now” he laughed tightening his makeshift restraints on her wrists. Relentless with his teasing it was a shock to y/n when Draco abruptly pushed into her. Y/n was in euphoria as was Draco as the warmth of her walls swaddled his manhood.

Draco slammed into y/n her body rattling with pleasure, just then Draco felt himself out to release .. so true to his word he instructed y/n to lay on her back so he could empty his contents onto her. He threw his head back in jubilation upon release. As he went to enter her again this time her was slower much more gentle taking y/n into his arms. “How do you want me to finish you off baby?,like this or I could use my fingers?” Y/n shuddered remembering the bliss she was in from his lengthy fingers so it would be a no brainer to opt for them “Fingers please daddy” she uttered softly.

He untangled himself from her stood up and offered his hand . Taking her across the room he sat down in-front of the floor length mirror instructing y/n to sit in between his legs. “If its fingers you was then its fingers you’ll get but your gonna have to watch me”. His large hand sloped up her neck tenderly chocking her whilst his other massaged at her slit . Y/n was still dripping from earlier so it was light work for him to imbed his fingers into her. Y/n couldn’t take it the combination of Draco's fierce unwavering gaze in the mirror and the sheer bliss she felt with her legs quaking she soon released decorating the mirror in-front her. “Ugh your amazing baby” he beamed kissing her forehead gracefully. “Here let's get you cleaned up and we can cuddle in bed”. “Oh my … I didn't peg you as a cuddling type Draco” y/n laughed gingerly attempting to get up her legs still trembling beneath her. “Shut up you” he scolded “when will you learn there’s a lot you still don’t know about me y/n”.

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andrewisdoing · 2 years ago

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@povitslove and I got to hang out today and somehow she said the glasses looked like they belonged to a certain famous … person.

So I tried to do my best intimidating face but broke out laughing hahah

#andrewisdoing #friend shenanigans #silly #one more post #catching my tumblr up #glasses #silly faces #can’t be serious

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aka-indulgence · 4 years ago

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This is a birthday present for @bigoltrashpile!! Happy birthday and sorry this was posted late >u<;; here’s a HT!Papyrus/Reader!

The bell has rung and Papyrus is standing by the class doorway, recipe book clutched to his chest, watching all the other students walk by. In the crowd he spots you, standing in the hall and looking through your phone.

His soul thumps, and he takes a deep breath.

“ya promise bro? ya gonna talk to them today?”

“Y… YES, I PROMISE, SANS!”

“heh.. remember, promises are serious stuff. i’m expecting you to come home a bit later than usual.”

Papyrus wasn’t one to expect Sans to get invested in this, or to become his hype man (WHEN IS SANS EVER EXCITED FOR ANYTHING?) but in his own Sansy way, showed that he really wanted him to work with you.

His brother had been teasing him ever since Papyrus told him that he had a human crush… and when he looks back, Papyrus realized that Sans has been teasing even before that. Sans always knew… that stupid!! Smart!! Big brother who knew how to read people’s faces!

Papyrus always saw himself as the matchmaker. Never in a million years he’d guess that his brother was one too.

When Papyrus said aloud that he’d go and ask you out, Sans had been the one to make him commit to it. Kept asking “what’re you gonna do, paps?” until Papyrus had a whole plan laid out.

Yes, he was going to do it today!

He’s… not sure what it is that got him so nervous in the first place. He’s sure in the past, he’d be able to walk up to you without worrying so much. Even now Papyrus wasn’t one to be shy around people.

But…

His bones rattle thinking about you.

And just earlier… he held your hands in class! Of course, he was doing it to guide you because he saw how you almost cut yourself with the knife but… you were there! In front of him! You were so small… so close to him… your back even brushed against him occasionally... And stars, your hands! They were so soft and warm, Papyrus had to stop himself from squealing from how happy he was, pulling back the magic from his cheekbones to focus on helping you cut.

… Even now just remembering it he’s starting to glow red!

NO PAPYRUS, NO! FOCUS ON THE PRESENT!

His crush is right in front of him now!

He takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest, and starts making his way towards you.

----- You walked out of the restroom, scrolling through Tumblr on your phone, generally distracting yourself because while you were ready to go home, your body just… decided it didn’t want to move. And there’s a really interesting story on your phone right now.

But really… what has your mind occupied right now was Papyrus. He… was an odd one. And not because he’s one of the few monster students in your school!

You were fascinated by monsters ever since they broke out of the Underground a few years ago. Of course, the… famine was an awful thing to fall on them and you hoped nothing but their happiness now that they’re free. They deserve only the best after an experience like that, which is one reason why you’re never shy to come up to them to say hi, and you did the same thing with Papyrus!

… Which brings you to why you think he’s a bit odd. Papyrus is a sweet monster, shy and polite, yet loud when he speaks. He’s a tall- very tall- skeleton monster, like if you were to stretch a human skeleton. He looks like a thin stick at a distance, but when you look closer, you can see that his bones were thicker than yours. He had glasses and braces that made him just look adorable, especially with the comfortable clothes he always has on, with the warm colors and how loose they were.

You’ve tried to say hello to him a couple of times, but you found that… around you specifically, he’d tumble over his words, almost like he’s… intimidated by you? You catch him glancing in your direction while in class when the teacher’s talking, always looking away when you’ve noticed him. Sometimes, he’d follow you, looking down at the floor with a serious face like he’s trying to ask you something… but whenever you ask him what he needs, he’d always wave his hands about, and say that it’s nothing.

You’ve seen Papyrus talk with the other students, monsters, and humans, much more comfortably. He’s hardly the shy, lonely kid. But… he always seemed reluctant to talk with you, so you try not to push him.

… But then today, you were able to speak a lot with him.

You were learning how to fillet a fish today. You guessed you weren’t focusing so much, because apparently, you got your knife too close to your hand and… “WAIT HUMAN, BE CAREFUL!”

Papyrus had rushed over to you and grabbed your hands.

He had such a look of concern on his face while he looked you over, as if you were profusely bleeding or something.

“YOU MUST EXERCISE MORE CAUTION HUMAN… DON’T WANT YOU TO LOSE A FINGER!” He’d cheerfully said… and then he offered to help you. When you asked if he was alright with helping you (he had his fish too didn’t he?), you looked over and saw how he was done… having a practically perfect portion of cut fish on his table.

He told you he had experience in deboning, and as Papyrus helped you cut, your knife slicing through the fish like butter with his help… you don’t need further proof to believe that he’s mastered it.

His hands were so much bigger than yours and he was always careful not to squeeze you too hard… refreshing you on knife grips so you won’t hurt yourself… it made you feel special.

When eventually you had ten pieces of fish in front of you and Papyrus let go of your hands, you thanked him for saving you from a cut, and for helping you. You finished faster than you thought, even with that little hiccup in the beginning, more than half the class were still cutting their fish.

Papyrus was silent for a while, before it seemed like… his sockets(???) got smaller, and a deep blush settled over his cheekbones. Like he just realized what happened.

“O-OH…. I’M SORRY HUMAN, I DIDN’T LET YOU DO THAT ON YOUR OWN DID I? OH, I’M… I DIDN’T MEAN TO…”

“Oh no it’s ok! You helped me a lot, thanks.”

“...”

Then Papyrus smiled.

“ANY TIME HUMAN. IT WAS MY PLEASURE.”

… You couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you think he looks.

…

You shake your head off your thoughts of him. You look up from your phone, and you see him there in the doorway, your eyes meeting. You were expecting him to break eye contact but… he holds it for a while before he looks at the floor.

You guess… maybe he’s still a bit shy?

You give him a little wave anyway, and start walking towards the entrance fo your school… hoping you’d be able to talk with him more. He has that look like he wants to say something to you, but you won’t bug him for it. You see him out of the corner of your eye, walking to the entrance too…

Only this time, he speaks to you.

“H… HELLO HUMAN! I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOU!”

You smile even before you turn around.

“Hey!”

“S-SO! …. I UM... IT’S ME, THE ONE WHO HELPED YOU WITH THE FISH EARLIER!” Papyrus is beaming, but you can see his grin’s a little too strained, nervous.

You giggle. “Yes, I know who you are, Papyrus.”

He was in the middle of opening his mouth but he suddenly stops at that. “WAIT… YOU REMEMBER MY NAME?”

You actually snort at that. “Pff… what kind of question is that? Of course I remember you. It’s kinda hard to forget you, yknow?”

Papyrus made a small happy ‘NYEH!’ at that before he regained his composure. “WHY YES, OF COURSE! EVERYONE REMEMBERS THE GREAT PAPYRUS, NYEH HEH! SEE HUMAN, I STAND HERE BEFORE YOU BECAUSE, I UM. I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU’D LIKE TO WALK HOME TOGETHER TODAY! IF YOU UH… WALK HOME, HMM…”

He taps his chin.

“WELL I HAVE A CAR AND, I THINK I SAW YOU DRIVING HOME WITH A CAR TOO! I JUST UM… IF NOT WALKING HOME TOGETHER, WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO SOMEWHERE WITH ME? I QUITE… ENJOYED OUR LITTLE TALK…” Papyrus squints (how does a skeleton do that?) “... WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS, I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER, AND I BELIEVE A LITTLE TRAVELING AND PERHAPS A VISIT TO SOME OF THE LOCAL SHOPS WOULD BE AN ENJOYABLE THING TO DO! THAT IS. IF YOU’D LIKE…?”

Papyrus looks extra nervous now, his smile falling a bit as it seems like a thousand thoughts were crossing through his sockets before he shook his skull and crinkled his sockets.

Hahah… you wish you could tell him you weren’t anyone to be intimidated by, but that might put him in the spot! You give Papyrus an encouraging smile.

“Sure!”

“... SURE?”

“Yeah! That sounds like fun! Take me wherever.”

Maybe Papyrus couldn’t see it, but you were barely holding in your excitement that the mysterious shy skeleton from class is finally talking to you! You watch as Papyrus’ expression goes from completely blank… to having sparkly eyes(?).

He jumps and makes a little whoop in the air, before he quickly stifles himself with his phalanges, which… isn’t the most effective, probably.

“DO… SHOPS BY THE LAKE SOUND GOOD TO YOU?”

“Yeah!”

The both of you start walking towards the entrance. And when you see Papyrus hesitate to take your hand, you take it for him.

He doesn’t let go.

… It’s far from your last outing with Papyrus.

#ht!papyrusxreader #i hope this is a good read ;w;#i showed them earlier but!! i wanted to post heee

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imaginexsa · 4 years ago

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Second Chances (Peter x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long again..I’ve been caught up with life lmao well...I’m sorry the ending seems a lil rushed hahah😅 Anyways...enjoy!!😊

Request: Fake date part 2 please and thank you!, Peter trying to be all romantic and toss rocks at your window but he forgets how strong he is and breaks the glass

Part one, Part two(here)

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“Peter? Peter Parker!”

Peter jolted up from his seat, the whole class looking at him. His math teacher did not look impressed as he asked Peter to explain the formula he had just taught. Peter stared at the teacher blankly before glancing down at his empty notebook, gulping. He had been too busy staring at you from where you sat a few seats away from him.

“Peter?”

“Uh, I-” Peter stuttered out as he fidgeted, he didn’t know the answer. He couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know.”

The teacher clicked his tongue and shook his head. “See me after class. Y/N, could you explain instead?”

You stood up and started explaining the formula as Peter slowly sat down, watching you. He couldn’t help but felt a pang in his heart, you two hadn’t spoken for almost two weeks, and it hurt him. The two of you used to be such good friends but ever since that night you’ve been avoiding him and MJ wasn’t letting him get close to you as well.

Well, he couldn’t deny it was his fault though, ever since he asked you out on that fake date. Peter could still remember vividly the pained expression you tried to hide as you smiled and told Allison to give him the best. It was only then he was aware of your feelings and went to chase after you but when he reached your place he saw MJ was there to comfort you. He wasn’t even bothered by MJ’s cold glare as your sobs tore at his heart.

It was only when Peter went home and had a talk with Aunt May about this, he realized how stupid he had been. He had liked you for a while but he didn’t want to risk the friendship between the both of you so he tried liking other girls instead. He regretted his choice and really wanted to make it up to you but he didn’t know how to.

He glanced at his notebook as he tapped on his notebook with his pencil, it was a Friday today so he probably could come up with something by the end of the day. Peter felt a shiver run through his back as he turned around to see MJ looking at him before mouthing to find her later. Peter nodded and turned back to the front as the school bell rang.

Peter let out a long sigh as he stepped out of the classroom after that long lecture from the teacher.

“Hey, Peter.”

The teen turned as he heard his name, seeing MJ standing behind him with her arms crossed. “What are you planning? Don’t think I haven’t notice you staring holes at the back of Y/N’s head.”

Peter decided to tell her the truth, about how he had always liked you and how he really just wants to make it up to you. MJ was skeptical of the whole thing but she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She just let out a sigh.

“Show up with her favorite food and honestly tell her how you feel,” MJ advised, albeit reluctantly before her voice turned cold as she added. “But if you make her cry again I swear…”

Peter immediately put his hands up as if to defend himself. “I promise I won’t!”

MJ saw the slight fear in his eyes and smirked in satisfaction. “Good.”

Laying on your side as you stared at your wall, wallowing in your own self-pity, you let out a sigh. Maybe you should go get some ice cream.

You gasped and sat up in bed immediately as a loud crash came from your window. You turned to see a hole in your window as glass shards littered your floor, a rock now laying in the middle of your room. Hearing a string of curses coming from the outside, you tiptoed around the broken glass shards to look out of your broken window to see Peter panicking as he held bags in his arms.

Your brows knitted as he looked up at you. “What the hell, Peter?”

“I-I didn’t mean to break you window, I swear!” Peter stuttered out. He had completely forgotten about his newly acquired super strength.

You sighed as you pinched your nose bridge, it was luck that tonight was your parents’ anniversary so they were out. Turning away, you headed out of your room to go to the front door. Honestly, you felt like you were still not prepared to face Peter ever since the date but with him breaking your window like this, how could you ignore him?

“You better have a good explanation, Parker,” you said as you opened your door.

“I just thought it’ll be a cute, romantic gesture,” Peter replied sheepishly, making you widen your eyes. He hastened to add. “Don’t worry! I’ll definitely fix your window.”

“I-” You started but shook your head and decided to let him in. “Let’s clean up my room first then we’ll talk. I think that this talk is long overdue anyways.”

Peter quietly followed you in and placed the bags he brought on your kitchen counter before he remembered the he had bought ice cream as well. “Um, Y/N, I bought some ice cream for you, we should put it in the freezer before it melts.”

You looked at him in stunned silence before glancing at the bags he brought, you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips as you nodded and went to put the ice cream tubs in your freezer.

The two of you headed to your room and Peter swept the floor while you went to grab the vacuum cleaner so that you could clean up the smaller shards. When the two of you finished cleaning up, you plopped onto you bed as Peter sat on your floor beside you, silence between the both of you.

Peter broke the silence first as he turned to face you. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for that night, I didn’t think about your feelings and just acted selfishly.”

You nodded. “Yeah, you were a fool. So now you’re trying to win me back by bribing me with food?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he shook his head. “I know this isn’t enough but I really want to make it up with you and I also wanted to tell you my true feelings?”

“You true feelings?” You asked as you held your breath.

“Y/N,” Peter started, turning to you fully. “Like you said, I’m a fool and it took me this long to finally snap out of it but I just wanted to tell you that I like you, a lot…”

You just stared at him as if he had grown two heads and he continued. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I never confessed and thought that if I started liking other girls I could move on but I realized that was dumb and I should’ve just told you my feelings, that way you wouldn’t have been hurt like that and you would have never cried the way you did that night.”

“Wait, wait,” you put a hand up, stopping him. “You saw me cry?”

Peter slowly nodded and you felt your face heat up as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He had gone after you after all.

Peter looked down at his fingers. “D-do you think you could give me a second chance? I promise to never do anything as dumb as that ever again and that I’ll only make you happy! Or at least hope I can…”

You just stared at him in silence, making Peter stiffen up from the tension. The teen felt a shift from the bed, signifying that you’ve moved but he still didn’t look up from his fingers until you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the side of his neck. “Okay, I’m going to accept your promise and give you a chance but pull something stupid again one more time, my window isn’t the only thing that’s going to be broken.”

Peter gulped before slowly wrapping his arms around you. “That’s fair.”

Giving him a kiss on his cheek, you pulled away and gave him a smile. “Wanna watch a documentary while we eat the snacks you bought?”

Peter looked at you in surprise before he gave you a bright smile and nodded. You stood up and reached out to pull him up before grabbing your blanket off your bed. The two of you headed to the living room after getting the snacks.

You were now cuddled into Peter’s side after you put on the documentary, the blanket covering both of you. “I heard about this new Spider-Man documentary, so I put it on. I really wonder who that masked hero is.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he stared at the screen, seeing a familiar figure in the red suit whizzing through.

“Uh…”

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Tags: @sammysgirl1997, @melconnor2007, @marvel4geeks

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter x reader #peter parker oneshot #avengers imagine #imagine #oneshot #reader insert

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waveypedia · 4 years ago

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Key to a Memory

(warning for swearing)

{people need a melody to open their eyes

like a key to a memory frozen in time

holding on to everything, you’re stuck in the past

boy dontcha know that the world moves fast

it’s been a little while since we’ve been together

it’s been a long time since we were young and wild, remember

when we were friends, remember}

May 14, 2019 I 6:26 pm

UNKNOWN NUMBER: GYRO

UNKNOWN NUMBER: HEY GYRO

UNKNOWN NUMBER: It’s me Della!! Your bud!!!

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I’m back from space!!!

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I can’t believe you have the same number you nerd! lol I remember when Uncle Scrooge finally forced you to get a phone and you got a super cheap one and then upgraded it with your own tech

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I can’t wait to see how much more upgraded and fancy your phone is now!

UNKNOWN NUMBER: sorry for not texting you sooner I got back a couple days ago but things have just been really hectic since then ya know??

UNKNOWN NUMBER: anyway I know you’re probably busy changing the world and inventing amazing things for Uncle Scrooge

UNKNOWN NUMBER: he told me you got an intern!! Congrats!! I can’t wait to meet them

UNKNOWN NUMBER: just call me when you get a chance ok? I’d really like to catch up

“GYRO!!” Della screamed, kicking open the door to the lab. Gyro scowled at his desk and scrawled a quick note to outfit the elevator with self-opening doors. The scientist sighed and stood up reluctantly, stepping around his desk to be in full view. “What is it now, Della?”

Della sprinted into the lab, her grin threatening to split her face in two. She exuberantly waved a bundle of papers in Gyro’s face. “Donnie and I got tickets to the new Galaxy Wars movie, and you’re coming!! Thursday at 6!! Be there or be square!!”

Gyro snorted and gently waved her off, pushing the tickets out of his face. “Dels, I’m busy here. Besides, any self-respecting scientist knows those movies are garbage.”

Della fake-pouted and slung her arm around Gyro’s shoulders, despite the height difference. She had to lean and go up on her tiptoes to manage, making Gyro burst out in a fit of laughter. She shrugged, tugging Gyro down to her height. “Whatever. The premiere was a couple weeks ago, so you probably won’t get into a fistfight with an overzealous fan this time-”

“-Their fault-” Gyro muttered under his breath as Della prattled on.

“-Aaaaaand Cousin Gladdy’ll be there! With his luck we probably won’t get kicked out by the ushers,” Della finished proudly.

Gyro rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Ugh, Gladstone? That man is too self-absorbed. Takes one to know one. And does that mean Fethry will be there as well?”

“Yep!” Della beamed. “He loves science, Gy, and he loves you! He’ll grow on you one day.”

“Highly unlikely.” Gyro shoved her arm off and stretched, standing up to his full height. “I grudgingly respect Fethry’s passion and his interest in scientific fields. He’s just so…” Gyro huffed. “Annoying.”

Della poked him in the beak. “Whatever. If you think Fethry’s annoying, my buddy Loopy from flight school will be there and she’ll blow your mind. But in a good way! Loopy’s amazing!”

Gyro groaned and slapped a hand on his face, slowly dragging it down. “Loopy and I are your only friends, aren’t we?”

Della puffed her chest out in mock effrontery. “I have lots of friends! I’m the best at making friends! They’re just all over the globe, you know, cause of all the amazing and daring adventuring I do!”

Gyro snorted and knocked his friend with his shoulder. “Whatever. When one of these international ‘friends’ comes around to Duckburg and hangs out with you beyond the adventure, let me know.”

Della smirked. “So you’ll be there?”

“Fine. I’ll be there.” Gyro affirmed, rolling his eyes.Della beamed mischievously. “Wonderful! See you there! Also it’s a sleepover and I’m adding you to a group chat specifically for this event now byeeeeee!!!”

“WHAT?!” Gyro squawked, racing after Della, but the elevator dinged and carried her far away. “Della! No! Come back! DELLA!!! I WILL NOT SUBJECT MYSELF TO THE TORTURES OF YOUR CHILDISH SLEEPOVER!!!” He chanced a look at his phone. It was already blowing up with texts from Della and Fethry.

Gyro groaned and slammed his head down on his desk, grateful for the solitude of his lab. He pulled up the calendar Scrooge filled with his deadlines from the board and added the movie night so he wouldn’t forget. A small, pleased smile played at his beak.

He picked up his phone, muted the group chat, and returned to his work.

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May 15 I 4:03 pm

Della Duck: hey dumbass

Della Duck: they have read receipts now stupid

Della Duck: I know you saw my messages

Della Duck: whatever I know you’re hella busy just call me when you get the chance

Della Duck: hahah did you see that? hella! I used new slang!

Della Duck: Louie taught it to me :D

Della Duck: I can’t believe his name is Louie and not Rebel! I’m kinda mad at Donald but also it suits him more than Rebel

Della Duck: Dewey though… he’s DEFINITELY a Turbo

Della Duck: Huey could go either way but he’s okay with Huey so I guess I am too

Della Duck: It’s a lot to take in

Della Duck: although Webby would be overjoyed to be Jet or Rebel

Della Duck: I can’t believe I have an extra daughter!!! how cool is that?? four kids for the price of three!!

Della Duck: or maybe it’s more like six kids for the price of three since Webby had friends over today and they all seem close

Della Duck: Ooh you know who would be a good Rebel? Lena! apparently she just came back from the shadow realm??? I missed so much

Della Duck: i can’t believe you guys got to fight magica de spell without me AND she had a kid

Della Duck: she’s still kinda hot ngl

Della Duck: but louie showed me a picture of her after she lost her magic and ehhhh

Della Duck: but also there are lots of hot people around these days and I’m kinda freaked out

Della Duck: like I made a best friend of my roommate on the moon!! Her name’s Penumbra but I call her Penny and I’d let her stomp on me. Best part is she probably would

Della Duck: also Uncle Scrooge got a new pilot & driver and I hate him cause he’s sorta replacing me?? But also he’s hot in a himbo kinda way

Della Duck: I know you have insanely high standards but you gotta back me up here gyro Launchpad is kinda hot

Della Duck: damn i’ve missed our conversations about various hot people and our lack of love lives

Della Duck: I told you about Penny you gotta fill me in on the current hotties in the Duckburg science community

Della Duck: I also met your intern! He seems nice ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ) ;) ;) ;)

Della Duck: i can hear your voice. “Della that is an excessive amount of emoticons”

Della Duck: well if you want me to stop you’ll just have to reply ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

Della Duck: at least you’re not telling me to use “emojis”Della Duck: apparently they all have hidden meanings and I don’t understand

Della Duck: Louie, Dewey, and Lena tried to teach Uncle Scrooge and I

Della Duck: I’m ashamed to say I think he fared better than I did

Della Duck: he’s old!! He’s supposed to be clueless!! I’m not old I was just on the moon for a decade!! That’s gotta count for something right?

4:46 pm

Della Duck: i see how it is

Della Duck: ignore me all you want but i’m right

The sun was nearly below the horizon, painting the evening sky and the waves below it in a plethora of muted colors, when Della broke the topic. “Yo. I think Magica de Spell is kinda hot.”

Gyro swerved to stare at her so fast he felt something in his neck crack. “Magica?! She’s ancient; are you crazy?!”

Della shrugged, kicking sand around absentmindedly with her bare toes. “Yeah, but she doesn’t look it. She’s hot in an unattainable kind of way.”

Gyro snorted, loud and sad. “I know how that feels.”

Della nudged him teasingly. “What’s going on in your love life? I shared, now you have to.”

Gyro rolled his eyes and nudged her back, harder. “You know nothing’s happening.” He shrugged carelessly. “It’s not like I have much time outside of work.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you refuse to take care of yourself and you act like you’ll die if you leave the lab,” Della said good-naturedly. “You should come on an adventure with us!”

Gyro sighed contentedly and waved her away. “I’ll stick to the lab, thanks. My inventions’ corrupted morality circuits provide me quite enough stress and adventure, thank you very much.”

(He couldn’t very well tell her that her dear ol’ uncle had entrusted him with the project of a lifetime, his chance to thank her for her gift of friendship, his chance to prove himself to Mr. McDuck for once and for all, his chance to redeem himself from the smoking failure that was 2BO. He didn’t have to run himself ragged working on the Spear of Selene day and night, but this was important, far more important than anything Gyro had worked on at McDuck Industries before. For his career, and for his friendship. And he wanted to do it right.)

(Shame he failed in the end anyway.)

Della sighed assent, smiling, and leaned back on her elbows, working her fingers into the sand. She had given up for now, but Gyro knew she would broach the subject again soon, from a new angle, with a new tactic. Della Duck never gave up.

“Maybe one day,” Gyro said, surprising himself. After this whole Spear debacle is said and done.

Della beamed and knocked her shoulder into his affectionately. “I’ll hold you to that!”

Gyro smiled wryly. “I know you will.”

Gyro pushed up his glasses and studied Della’s texts, willing his eyes not to unfocus and his brain not to zone out. He read them once, twice, three times. Four.

He began typing.

Gyro Gearloose: I remember-

Gyro Gearloose: My love life is as nonexistent as it was when you left-

Gyro Gearloose: emojis are zealous anyway-

Gyro Gearloose: I’m sorry-

He deleted his words, frustrated, nerves and old, painful memories rubbed raw, and never sent a reply.

June 11 I 2:09 pm

Della Duck: so Fenton and I went out for coffee today

Della Duck: not on a date, just as a chance to get to know each other platonically

Della Duck: he’s so much like you

Della Duck: not on the surface. In fact you guys are pretty much opposites

Della Duck: but you both care so much, even though you show it differently

Della Duck: i know you care your prickly demeanor can’t fool me

Della Duck: you’re both incredibly passionate about sciences

Della Duck: you’re both super awkward

Della Duck: he has high praise for you, and he really admires you, but it sounds like you’re not that close and I think you totally should be!

Della Duck: I know you’re probably annoyed that I’m meddling in your (love) life again, but get used to it!! I’m the best wingman and friend and I’m here to stay!!

Della Duck: even if you don’t text me back

Della Duck: (but seriously, please text me back. I miss you.)

Della Duck: he said you might need some space and I guess that makes sense but i just don’t understand why

Della Duck: that’s the only reason I haven’t stormed down to the lab by now

Della Duck: Did i do something before I took off for the moon?

Della Duck: or are you like Donnie and you’re mad?Della Duck: at least I think Donnie’s mad

Della Duck: or he will be

Della Duck: he’s on a cruise, Gyro! A fucking cruise!!!

Della Duck: he left the day I got back and now he’s gone for a fucking month

Della Duck: he thinks I’m dead

Della Duck: I miss him so much

Della Duck: the cruise doesn’t allow cell phones so I can’t even contact him and tell him I’m alive

Della Duck: But Huey and I sent postcards!! I don’t know if they’ll reach him but I really hope they do

Della Duck: Huey and Webby have been checking the mailbox meticulously to see if he sends one back

Della Duck: sorry for ranting

Della Duck: I just miss him

Della Duck: I miss you too you know? Yeah i’m being stupid sappy again but it’s dumb that you’re right here, across the city, and we haven’t talked

Della Duck: call me gyro you fucking coward

2:43 pm

Della Duck: also Fenton is totally Gizmoduck right

Della Duck: I met Gizmoduck once when he came to formally greet me

Della Duck: and i’ve seen him around the city lots

Della Duck: but they’re so similar. They have the same mannerisms

Della Duck: I guess that means you built his armor then right?

Della Duck: or you helped

Della Duck: it’s great Gyro

Della Duck: look at you! An invention that didn’t turn evil!!

Della Duck: I’m proud of you bud

“Have you ever thought about hiring someone to help in the lab?” Della asked one day, apropos of nothing.

She had dragged Gyro into a fancy coffee shop - one he’d probably be banned from had he attempted to patronize it on his own, and one he would be in the post-Spear of Selene era - and forced him to take a break from the top secret project he’d been devoting all his time to. They bought overpriced, bougie coffees on Mr. McDuck’s dime and traded jabs without any real bite to them, as was customary for them. Della mocked Gyro’s unique taste for black licorice, again. Same old, same old.

And then, this.

Gyro paused, his ceramic mug halfway to his face. “I’m fine on my own. Any help would only get in my way. They would stumble over their own feet and I would have to take precious time off of my own projects to tediously help them flail and fall.”

Della set down her coffee and leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “You’re so cynical. Besides, you’re working yourself to death down there! It might help if you had someone else to lighten the load.”

Gyro paused. “I suppose I might be more productive if I didn’t have to do the menial tasks beneath me…”

“-And you could make a FRIEND!!!” Della cheered, standing up and leaning heavily on the table, her enthusiasm thundering in full-force. “Someone to chat with on late nights deep in projects, someone who understands your passion for science, someone you can count on when Donnie and I are off on an adventure!”

Gyro groaned, startled at first but then settling into resignation. “I should have known you had an ulterior motive.”

Della giggled, batting her eyelashes jokingly. “I only have your best interests at heart.”

Gyro shrugged and swirled his quickly-cooling coffee around in his mug. “Besides, Dels, you know there’s a reason you’re one of my only friends, right? You and Dickie and Daisy, you’re the people I’m closest with and that’s because you wouldn’t put up with my prickly, stay-alone-all-the-time bullshit. You guys drag me out of whatever place I’m holed up in kicking and screaming. Most people are not like that. I’m lucky to have three of you,” he admitted in the kind of moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability and clarity that only comes when you’re with someone you really trust.

Della snorted and reached across the table to shove Gyro gently. “Shut your self-depricating hole, Gyro Gearloose. Trust me, I wouldn’t put up with you if I didn’t want to.”

Gyro smirked, a small smile chasing away the dark storm clouds that covered his face. “I know, Dels.”

“Good.” Della replied self-assuredly. “I love Dickie and Daisy, and I love that they love you, but they’re not local. You need more friends, Gyro.”

“Maybe,” Gyro hummed softly, the closest he would ever come to admitting it. “But it’s even harder to get along with coworkers, and the chances of my subordinate being someone who actually wants to be friends with me is abysmal.”

Della shrugged. “Sometimes you learn to like each other. Like me ‘n Donnie! We drive each other crazy, but we have each other’s backs when it matters, and we’re always there for each other.”

Gyro snorted. “This hypothetical person and I will be coworkers, Dels, not siblings. That’s different. Besides, you and Donald love each other too much to be healthy.”

“Yeah, but Donnie and Uncle Scrooge and I are a little like coworkers, aren’t we? Adventuring is our job, and it’s very stressful at times,” Della said.

Gyro shook his head. “Dels, honestly, you have to get a job at some point. Mr. McDuck won’t let you leech off of him for much longer now, and you have no experience. It’s really not the same.”

Della shrugged. “At some point. I know Uncle Scrooge is biting at the bit, especially after Donnie joined the Navy, but I don’t want the responsibilities and schedules of work to tie me down and take me away from adventuring, you know? It’s the same reason I didn’t go off to college.”

“I still think you should have,” Gyro replied, smiling wryly. “You’re bright and you’d flourish being able to study what you choose.”

“I learn a lot adventuring,” Della replied smugly, stubborn as always. “I can speak seven languages fluently, you know!”

“Even if most of them are dead, or belong to otherworldly beings from alternate dimensions,” Gyro pointed out.

Della sighed contentedly and shook her head. “Whatever. What’s done is done, and I’ll get a job someday. But just think about it, Gyro, all right?” She locked gazes with Gyro pleadingly.

Gyro sighed in defeat. “Fine. I will give it some thought. But don’t get your hopes up, all right?”

Della smirked. “Whatever you say.”

Gyro put his head in his hands, roughly shoving aside his expensive coffee. (He was lucky it didn’t crash and burn, like most of his inventions.)

She’s not gonna win this one, Gyro aggressively promised himself. I can’t subject anyone else to my bullshit.

(The only reason he assented and allowed an intern on, in the future, was because Scrooge all but ordered it. He saw firsthand the way having positive people around improves lives and wanted that for Gyro too, especially with Della gone and Donald barely speaking to him. And if Mr. McDuck’s not-so-subtle hints and gentle persuasion-turned direct orders gave Gyro crystal-clear flashbacks to Della’s not-so-gentle prodding, and if he cried that night after his boss left, well, no one would be anyone the wiser.)

(He got quite lucky with Fenton and Manny, though. Some of that was the Board's thorough vetting process, but some of it was Scrooge himself intervening, because he wanted Gyro to make a friend as badly as Della had.)

August 15 I 7:26 pm

Della Duck: all right

Della Duck: I talked to Fenton again

Della Duck: i’m sorry for bothering you

Della Duck: it hurts to not talk to you but I’m gonna give you your space

Della Duck: I’m here whenever you’re ready

Della Duck: but please be ready soon Gyro i’m impatient

I know you are, Gyro nearly whispered as he read the texts. It felt like a finality, a surrender. But that couldn’t be right, because Della Duck never gave up.

How could he and his stupid, stupid inability to communicate his feelings and face his irrational fears be the one thing that forced Della Duck to admit defeat?

(read 7:58 pm)

The McDuck Annual Holiday Party was in full swing when Gyro arrived quietly. Launchpad had offered to drive him with Fenton, Manny, and Scrooge when they left a couple of hours ago, but Gyro had stayed to put the finishing touches on his current project, lest he lose his motivation.

That was the only reason. Not because Della would be there, and he might be forced to talk to her. No, sir.

Gyro clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white in the pockets of his vest. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t fooling himself, and he certainly wasn’t fooling his friends family coworkers. Every single one of them, even Mr. McDuck (now that was painful) had tossed him a look that ranged from disappointed to knowing to pitying as they left for the party. It made Gyro want to scream in rage and slam his fists against the wall until they were bruised and bloody. But even he knew that was unacceptable party behavior. (Mrs. Beakley had humiliatingly taken him aside for a quick rundown on which of his usual behaviors were not applicable at company parties.)

Steeling himself for a night of faux cheer and passive-aggressive conversations, Gyro quietly opened the door and slipped inside. Skirting on the outskirts of the party, he scanned the room desperately for allies to swarm to and enemies to avoid.

He spotted Fenton and Launchpad first, amicably chatting up the legendary Greek hero Storkules and his sister, the equally inexplicable and ethereal goddess Selene. (A mystery to unpack at a later date.) Beside them was the gruff Moonlander that Della seemed to love.

Gyro set his jaw. He could handle chatty immortals and aggressive aliens. At least they probably wouldn’t have a personal vendetta against him because of a malfunctioning invention or a poorly placed comment. He waded determinedly through the sluggish crowd, surprisingly stopped a couple times by friendly faces. (Boyd’s hug of greeting lasted almost three minutes, and that didn’t even account for the rest of the overzealously affectionate kids.)

Looking back, he’s lucky his the kids stalled him, because when he finally emerged from Webby’s hug, his eyes locked on his own personal horror story.

Della.

This was the first time Gyro had actually seen her since she’d come back from the moon. Her hair was longer, if only slightly, and her metal leg gleamed in the light from the chandeliers above. (His fingers itched to get his hands on it and upgrade it, toy with it, make it into a personal project, but he adamantly refused himself.)

Alongside the physical differences, Gyro noticed some changes to her demeanor as well. She seemed more… weathered, and tired, despite the ever-present spark of energy she seemed to radiate and her unwavering grin. It was cliché, and Dr. Gyro Gearloose hated clichés with a passion, but she had an almost haunted look in her eyes, contrasting her radiating cheery energy.

She was different, and he was different. So much time had passed. It seemed almost impossible that the duck in front of him was the same duck that Gyro had shared coffee and secrets with almost daily ten years ago.

And yet he yearned to return to their easy friendship. Not for the first time, Gyro wished desperately to go back in time a decade and stop the Spear of Selene from ever happening.

Della slipped between Penumbra and Selene, glowing in the way only an extrovert in social situations can. By way of greeting, she hugged everyone, even Fenton (!!!). She settled at last, hanging off Penumbra’s shoulder with Selene’s arm around her and Launchpad’s jacket around her shoulders (how she had acquired that, Gyro had no idea).

Unfortunately for Gyro, from her new position, she had a perfect view of him, stuck with only a single sparse group between them. Her eyes strayed to lock onto him and he froze, panic creeping in a mile a minute.For a moment neither moved, staring at each other.

She hadn’t texted him since August, true to her word, albeit how much it hurt for both of them. She had come to the lab a couple times, to pick up Fenton and/or Manny for coffee or to pick up or drop off Huey, Webby, or Boyd. But Gyro had always hid like the coward he was, terrified to face his best friend. The last time they’d talked was the day before Della took off in the Spear of Selene, ten years and eight months ago.

At last, after four months, and nine months of radio silence from his end, here she was, almost close enough to touch.

Then Gyro’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and he turned tail and ran, panic clouding his vision and his judgement. He shoved one of the Sabrewing husbands roughly aside (Scrooge would undoubtedly make him apologize for that later) in his frantic quest to escape all the raw emotions, of hurt and guilt and self-hatred, that sprung up all of a sudden.

His eyes locked on a door and he wrenched it open before slamming it shut. He leaned hard against the door, hands clenched around the handle, breathing hard.

Only once the panic began creeping away and his breathing slowed did Gyro finally process his surroundings. He was in a small broom closet, filled to the brim with glittery party supplies Mrs. Beakley had probably denied Webby. (She would probably find a way to sneak them into the party sometime later.)

And perched precariously on top of a box labeled “glitter fireworks” was a woman Gyro had met once, in the Old West, two hundred years ago.

Goldie O’Gilt sized him up, panicked and ruffled, and apparently decided he was no threat. She slid gracefully down from the boxes. “What brings you here, to the closet of forgotten and abandoned party supplies? Girl troubles?”

Gyro wanted to laugh, because technically, she was right. “I’m gay,” he replied, giving her his best deadpan stare. It was lacking.

She assessed him, trying hard not to smile, before bursting out laughing. Gyro barely resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. “People problems, whatever. Please. You can’t fool me, hun.”

Gyro crossed his arms testily. “Why are you here? Away with you.”

Goldie grinned smugly, pretending to examine her nails. “Oh, nothing special. Just some extra fun for Scroogey later. May or may not involve glitter fireworks. You?”

Gyro snorted, without any real humor behind it, and rolled his eyes. “Great. Well, I have better things to do than watch you drive Mr. McDuck up the wall. See ya.”

“This is about Scroogey’s rediscovered niece, isn’t it?” Goldie called after him, as if as an afterthought.

Gyro froze, his fingers curled around the doorknob. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t, really,” Goldie hummed, faking disinterest. “But spare an old woman some juicy gossip, would ya? ‘Sides, I’m a professional conwoman. I see all the angles, and yours is in plain sight.”

Gyro scowled and shifted so he could see Goldie’s face again. She was smirking, small but triumphant, which did nothing to quell Gyro’s steadily growing mix between annoyance and panic. “And I suppose this has nothing to do with ‘Aunt Goldie,’ would it?”

Goldie shrugged nonchalantly, but the smile on her beak shifted into a small pout of annoyance. “I’ll do you a favor and be honest with you. Cherish this moment; it won’t happen again.”

She sighed and leaned more heavily against the precariously stacked boxes. “I may have missed Della and her adventurous, rambunctious spirit over the years,” she confessed, suddenly looking a good deal more like the age-old tired adventurer she was. “It hurts to see that spirit quenched, especially when I just got her back. She hasn’t even frustratingly tagged along to one of Scroogey and I’s not-so-solo adventures! And… I care about her. She’s almost my niece.”

Gyro frowned, stunned at Goldie’s clarity. “...Oh.”

Goldie straightened up and whipped out a shiny knife from the folds of her dress. “But tell anyone, especially Della or Scrooge, and they’ll never know what happened to ya,” she warned, wagging the knife in the direction of Gyro’s face.

He pressed himself against the door while maintaining his scowl, despite the fact that it was too far away to hurt him. He knew what she could do if she put her mind to it. “I won’t.”

Goldie slipped the knife back into the folds of her dress, where it seemed to magically disappear from her hand. “Good. Now go get my niece’s spirit back,” she instructed strictly, shoving Gyro not-so-subtly towards the door.

He wrenched it open and slipped surreptitiously outside, glancing around the party. The crowds seemed to have thinned a little.

Gyro spotted Della easily. She, Donald, and Mrs. Beakley were gently corralling the gaggle of children upstairs - it was quite late, after all. Gyro started to step towards her, then hesitated.

He chickened out and sprinted unsteadily outside instead, taking in big mouthfuls of the refreshingly cold December air.

The chill set in after a few moments and he wrapped his arms around himself, shivering, and despairingly started the long trek away from the mansion.

His phone was buzzing with worried texts from his friends (and Della, no doubt), but Gyro set his jaw and walked on, stubbornly ignoring their annoyingly righteous concern. No use telling everyone he lost his nerve again, just like every time Della texted.

Gyro gritted his teeth and pulled the collar of his jacket over the lower half of his face as protection against the biting winds. The physical pain lessened, but the icy feeling in his gut did not. He balled his hands into fists, as if to physically punch his overwhelming guilt and regret away.

I’m a bad friend.

Early April was always a little tough for Gyro, with the anniversary of the destruction he inadvertently sowed in Tokyolk. It got better with time, but the early years were always a little rough.

(And after that he always had another grief-filled and regretful anniversary to observe in April, anyway.)

He was pushing through it, though, by throwing himself into his work. This year was especially easy. The Spear of Selene was almost done, and would probably be finished just before the eggs’ hatching.

The last time he talked to Della was when he was taking a quick, rare break the day before what would be the second-worst day of Gyro’s life. (Tokyolk took first, if only narrowly.) He had gone off on a quest in search of coffee - he was at the launch lot, and he’d unfortunately been banned from the closest coffee shop. (It was their fault anyway - what kind of coffee shop didn’t want an automatic coffee bean stocker? Even if it tried to stock customers when there were no beans left? Really, they shouldn’t have run out of beans. And his price of free coffee for life was so reasonable and small, really, when he usually frequented the one closer to the lab. Their loss.)

“Gyro!” Della sprinted up to him, face flushed from running in the chilly winds and early spring air. She held out a coffee from the aforementioned shop to him with a grin, prompting his frustrated rant, but Della just let him prattle on with a goofy grin gracing her face.

“What’s going on?” Gyro finally demanded, after watching Della beam ardently at his violent threats and calls for justice and revenge towards the coffee shop. “Your smile is… sillier than usual. Which is saying something.”

Della waved him off, his insult breezing past her. “It’s a surprise. You’ll see!!”

Gyro raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Is it a good surprise?”

Della beamed triumphantly back at him. “Definitely.”

Gyro frowned dubiously, but he knew Della well. For all her recklessness, when she was this sure about something, her judgement was usually worth listening to.

(Later, he’d wish he hadn’t listened to her, and trusted his own gut, for once.)

He shrugged. “I highly doubt it’s as good as you think it is,” he replied haughtily, prompting carefree laughter from Della.

“It definitely is. Just you wait.” She reached out with her free hand and booped him on the beak, causing him to reel back, away from her. “I can make an educated guess that you’ll love it.”

Gyro rolled his eyes at her rudimentary science terminology, causing her to giggle. “If it’s another movie night with Fethry, I’ll pass.”

“Better than that,” Della promised, her smug grin turning downright devious. It didn’t faze Gyro in the slightest.

He shrugged carelessly. “With you, that could either mean better or worse. Otherwise known as pure, unadulterated torture for me.”

Della laughed, but her smile softened into something more vulnerable and emotional, no longer masked by a carefree and reckless demeanor. “I’m telling you, Gyro. You’ll love it. Come on, when have I ever been wrong?’’

Gyro barked a laugh. “Do you really want me to answer that? Because I have a full comprehensive list at the top of my head, and that only covers the basics.”

“Hating black licorice doesn’t count,” Della protested. “It tastes worse than every iteration of Hell, and I’ve been to every iteration of Hell!”

Gyro raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Did you taste every iteration of Hell?”

Della rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever. Just trust me on this one, will you?” she asked, hitting him with that almost vulnerable expression again.

Gyro huffed. “Fine.” He stuck a finger pompously in the air. “But I reserve the right to pass judgement when I see it.”

Della sighed without any real weight behind it. “Fine, whatever you want. But trust me, you’ll be blown away by the amazingness of this surprise!!!”

“We’ll see about that,” Gyro replied, smirking. “Now, away with you!! I have a highly important project to finish - which is unanimously more important than whatever surprise you have cooked up - and I simply cannot afford any distractions!!”

Della snorted knowingly. “Whatever. See you tomorrow at my amazing surprise! And you’re welcome for the coffee, Mr. Banned-From-Coffee-Shops!!”

Gyro shook his head fondly and made his way down the hill back to the lot. The Spear of Selene loomed in front of him, shining in the weak midday sun. It seemed frozen, waiting, on edge.

“Soon,” Gyro promised to no one in particular. He climbed inside to make some last-minute tweaks to the nuanced controls. “You’ll be in the air by May at the latest,” he promised, patting the cold metal of the rocketship. “Just let me make sure this is perfect. So nothing could ever go wrong.”

Jan 3, 2020 I 5:47 am

Donald Duck: hey asshole

Donald Duck: fyi Della’s really upset

Donald Duck: she really missed her friends ya know?

Donald Duck: Look, Gyro

Donald Duck: I know how this feels

Donald Duck: I know you’re scared

Donald Duck: but dude you face scarier stuff every day when your inventions go evil

Donald Duck: if you can face Lil’ Bulb turning evil not once but twice and still call him your son I think you can face your best friend

Donald Duck: and i know I said some shitty things to you the day we lost her and I’m sorry, that was uncalled for

Donald Duck: I was upset, as were you

Donald Duck: I forgive you if that’s not clear

Donald Duck: i forgave you a long time ago

Donald Duck: Della has too

Donald Duck: she never blamed you

Donald Duck: except maybe for the flavor of Oxy-Chew. But that saved her life, Gyro!

Donald Duck: I know I said your invention killed her, but your invention also saved her, and after she fixed it your invention brought her home

Donald Duck: now she’s back, but you’re losing her again

Gyro stumbling blearily awake, fumbling for his glasses, tired and disoriented, was nothing outside of the norm. He was a secluded, inane inventor with few friends, little social interaction, and no sleep schedule. Not to mention the plethora of projects piled on his desk vying for his attention, and the ever-present mug of coffee in his hand. (At the moment, there was a half-empty one on his desk, placed precariously on top of some blueprints.)

But his latest cup of coffee’s predicament was the least of Gyro’s worries at the moment. Because his phone, charging on his bedside, was blowing up. And that was decidedly not normal.

Gyro, at this point in time, didn’t have social media yet. (Fenton, Louie, and Dewey didn’t exist in his life yet, and so they had not had a chance to plot and execute an intervention.) Sometimes his phone blew up from the group chat with Daisy and Dickie, or the group chat with Della, Daisy, and Dickie, or just Della when she got excited. Or Fethry, once in a while, but Gyro was certain he’d blocked Fethry’s number this time.

Gyro clumsily put on his glasses and pulled himself up into a sitting position, still half-asleep. He scrolled through his notifications, frowning.

Mostly missed calls from Donald and Scrooge, a couple confused text notifications from Gladstone, two missed calls from the Board (that couldn’t be good), and one from Roxanne Featherly, a trainee journalist under Angus Fangus who had taken an unfortunate liking to calling him whenever one of his inventions went haywire.

Panic began to stir in Gyro’s gut.

The weirdest part, though, was that most of the notifications had not come from Della. She was by far his most ardent caller, and she had called, a couple times, but they were all over an hour ago. They were all buried by the rest of his missed calls.

Odd. Very odd.

Gyro tried calling Della first, to soften the blow of whatever was happening. Della wouldn’t sugarcoat the problem. She knew better. But there was something about her contagious enthusiasm and optimism, as well as her face-it-head-on attitude, that made whatever issue was at hand seem less daunting.

But his call went to voicemail.

Gyro shook his head, confused and more than a little scared at this point. Della almost never refused his calls, even if she was on an adventure (as long as she had cell service). It annoyed Donald to no avail, but Gyro was grateful for it - he didn’t reach out for social interaction with no reason.

But now? It only scared Gyro.

He frowned, contemplating, and called Donald next. Scrooge was more likely to call unprompted than Donald, and he didn’t want to deal with the Buzzards or Featherly yet, so Donald it was.

He picked up on the third ring.“Oh, so now he picks up!! When he can’t be of any help!! What’s the big idea, Doctor?!”

Gyro scowled, annoyance beginning to mix with the terror in his gut. “For your information, I just woke up. Now, what is going on?! Della won’t answer my calls and I have an ungodly amount of notifications at three AM. Seriously, people.”

“You want to know what is going on?!” Donald screamed, his voice and temper steadily rising. Gyro flinched at the volume, but kept the phone pressed close to his ear out of half morbid curiosity and half unwanted worry. “I’ll tell you what’s going on!!! Scrooge just killed Della!! And he used your stupid, untrustworthy invention to do it!!!”

Gyro nearly dropped the phone.“...Killed?” he nearly whispered. “How? The Spear of Selene isn’t ready yet and-”

“She took it!!” Donald screeched. “She took that good-for-nothing rocket and flew straight into a cosmic storm!”

“She wasn’t supposed to!” Gyro spluttered, numb. “She wasn’t even supposed to know about it yet!”

“Well, she did!” Donald spat darkly. “And now she’s gone. She left her boys orphaned. What were you thinking, making her that rocket?!”

“It was Mr. McDuck’s idea,” Gyro whispered numbly, automatically. “He- I- We never thought-”

“Scrooge,” Donald growled, and if Gyro knew him well enough he was dragging a frustrated hand down his face. “Of course. He’s too reckless and careless. He killed my sister.”

Gyro rubbed at his eyes under his glasses, unable to think of a coherent response. “I- I don’t think-”

“That’s right, you don’t think,” Donald snarled. “None of you do. And now my sister is dead, thanks to Scrooge. And you. Lose my number, Gyro. You won’t see me again.”

Click.

Gyro stared numbly at the floor, his phone still pressed against his ear, as the dial tone played. Finally, he slowly lowered it to his side and dropped it on the bed next to him before taking off his glasses and dropping his head into his hands.

Then, finally, he cried.

Della Duck. Dead. His best friend. Dead.

It was impossible, improbable. Della Duck was a famed adventurer barely two decades old. She breathed life. She had faced perils and terrors far worse than a cosmic storm, sustained injuries far worse, and bounced back.

Dead.

Because of Gyro’s invention. Maybe if he had worked a little harder, been a little more meticulous, he could have saved her.

He had failed again, gambled and lost with precious lives again, caused death and destruction again. It was Tokyolk all over again, and this time, the lost stakes were even more personal.

Gyro grabbed his phone suddenly, shakingly off the bed and pulled up Della’s contact. Her face beamed back at him, so full of life it seemed to burst from the tiny circle on his cracked phone screen.

He called her again, listening to it ring with baited breath even though he already knew the outcome.

“Hey, this is Della Duck, adventurer extraordinaire! I’m probably trekking through the Amazon or fighting a demon monarch in another dimension right now. Catch ya later!”

Gyro hung up before she could finish her last syllable and sobbed.

February 28 I 2:26 pm

Della Duck: fyi I’m picking Huey up today instead of Launchpad since he has a sleepover with his friend Jason today

Della Duck: you know

Della Duck: in case you wanna hide from me again

Della Duck: btw do you care if I snag that magnifying glass that shrinks people in like a month? We’re gonna go to Miniapolis soon

Della Duck: i mean i’m gonna take it anyway but figured you might want a heads up

March 14 I 5:18 pm

Gyro Gearloose: go ahead

Della Duck: GYRO!!!!

Della Duck: oh sorry

Della Duck: look I’m really excited but I also don’t wanna come on too strong

Gyro Gearloose: you’re fine

Della Duck: :D

Gyro Gearloose: it’s my fault I was being a coward

Gyro Gearloose: i couldn’t face my emotions and that was shitty of me

Della Duck: Gyro i took off in a rocket at midnight without telling anyone and left my kids without a mother for a decade

Della Duck: i win for stupid shitty actions here

Gyro Gearloose: it’s not a contest

Gyro Gearloose: we’re both shitty and stupid let’s leave it at that

Della Duck: yeah ur right

Gyro Gearloose: but dels

Gyro Gearloose: I’m sorry

Gyro Gearloose: it’s been almost a year and i fucking ignored you

Gyro Gearloose: i had the chance to get you back and i didn’t take it

Della Duck: hey

Della Duck: it’s okay

Della Duck: i know this is all a lot

Della Duck: i’m here now and that’s what matters

Gyro Gearloose: della i’m so glad

Della Duck: hey Huey is coming to the lab today

Della Duck: what if I come to pick him up and then you and I go out and catch up?

Della Duck: get expensive coffee on Uncle Scrooge’s dime just like old times?

Gyro Gearloose: fuck yeah

Gyro Gearloose: I’ve missed our expensive shitty coffee and gossip

Gyro Gearloose: I have SO much shit to talk about Dr. Akita

Gyro Gearloose: god

Gyro Gearloose: I hate him now

Della Duck: oh man

Della Duck: Huey told me a bit about Tokyolk but I want to hear all about it for you

Della Duck: and Boyd!!! Omg I can’t believe you’re a father

Della Duck: he’s so sweet

Gyro Gearloose: I don’t know if I’d call myself a father he has the Drakes

Della Duck: but you want to be don’t you?

Gyro Gearloose: ...yeah

Gyro Gearloose: but i’d be a shitty parent you know that

Della Duck: actually I don’t think so

Della Duck: i’m a shitty parent and I’m doing fine

Gyro Gearloose: what a surprise

Della Duck: wow thanks for the vote of confidence

Della Duck: but Beakley Donald and Scrooge are helping me

Della Duck: we’ll help you

Della Duck: join the shitty parents club!!

Gyro Gearloose: haha all right

Della Duck: also

Della Duck: i want to hear all about fenton

Gyro Gearloose: then I want to hear all about Penumbra

Gyro Gearloose: you’re not the only one who can play the love interest card

Della Duck: joke’s on you I WANT to talk about penny

Della Duck: anyway i’m leaving now

Della Duck: see you soon!!

Gyro Gearloose: i can’t wait to see you and your ugly 10-year-old clothes

Gyro Gearloose: seriously you’re wearing almost the exact same outfit

Della Duck: uh HELLO you have no right to shit on the way I dress look at yourself

Della Duck: you dress like a very old gay man

Della Duck: i mean that vest?? really?

Gyro Gearloose: at least i’m not old

Della Duck: touché

Della Duck: LP is driving so i’m almost there see you in a sec

Della Duck: and i’ll probably grab that magnifying glass now

Gyro Gearloose: that’s fine

Gyro Gearloose: i missed you

Della Duck: aw you old sap

Della Duck: never thought i’d hear you say anything like that tbh you’ve gone soft

Gyro Gearloose: I realized recently that my greatest mistakes were not as black-and-white as they seemed

Gyro Gearloose: and if Boyd can forgive me for unknowingly letting Akita turn him into a weapon of mass destruction and for me ignoring him for years and belittling him throughout this trip

Gyro Gearloose: and if I can face both brainwashed 2BO and Akita and win with the “power of love” or whatever than maybe I can talk to you

Della Duck: damn

Della Duck: I have SO many questions about Tokyolk

Della Duck: but i can hold onto them for a minute

The lab doors dinged open, but Della was sprinting out of them before they were fully open. The rest of Team Science watched warily as Della rushed towards Gyro, beaming and laughing, joy seeming to spill out of her. They expected him to hide, or push her away. but to their happy surprise, Gyro met her halfway and wrapped her in a hug.

Or, Della nearly crashed into him and squeezed him so tight he couldn’t breathe, prompting some annoyance, but it was crushed under the sheer joy and emotions of seeing his estranged best friend after eleven years.

Gyro laughed shakily, holding back tears, until he realized Della was crying too. She got snot on his work shirt, but he didn’t care.

They held each other for quite a while, until Della finally pulled back, wiped her eyes, and socked Gyro in the shoulder. “Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again, you hear?! I will hunt you down! I’ll give you your space but I’ll hunt you down! I won’t let this happen again!”

Gyro smiled and wiped away his own tears. “Yes, ma’am. Now, coffee?”

Della beamed. “The expensive kind. You got it.”

“It’s about time,” Manny tapped grumpily in the background, with Huey, Fenton, and Lil’ Bulb adding their agreement, but Della and Gyro ignored them as they flounced out of the lab.They had eleven years of friendship and gossip to catch up on, after all.

{it’s not too late, it was

never too late}

woohoo this is a wild ride! i didn’t intend for it to be this long but it just got away from me. Della and Gyro having a friendship, especially before the spear of selene, is one of my favorite headcanons. I think Della would basically grab Gyro and force him to be friends with her and to hang out with her haha.

I have a hard time writing Gyro as mean as he is in canon because I’m a sensitive sweet bean who isn’t creative or socially adept enough to come up with good insults (yet, hopefully). but i’m getting better! i hope this read as somewhat in character. same with Goldie, i’ve been trying to figure out how to write her for two years now sdfghgfds. I think I got Della’s character somewhat down though!

soft Gyro is more of an interpretation (albeit supported by canon) than canon fact but I LOVE it and i’m writing four (counting this) fics based off of it so get ready for that

the title and song lyrics are from People Need a Melody by The Head and the Heart. That song is really special to me because it was my closing song for camp last year (we would sing a song special for each unit each night before bed). I didn’t plan to use this song from the start (the working title was “DR. GYRO GEARLOOSE GET OFF UR ASS AND ANSWER UR PHONE -Della”) - I was listening to it one night, nostalgic for camp, while writing this fic and I realized the lyrics fit!

(also I was on a call for colorguard while I was writing this author’s note and my instructor said “I hear a lot of typing” lol)

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #gyro gearloose #della duck #ducktales fanfiction #wavey writes #my fanfic #donald duck #fenton crackshell-cabrera

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juminsmysticmc · 5 years ago

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Hi! I've been waiting fur your requests to open back up! I'd love to see how RFA +V +Saeran +Vanderwood would react to an MC who bakes really well. Like heaven in your mouth well. Thank you so much!

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who bakes really well

Hii! I’m sorry that it took me so long, opening these Requests also took ages, I hope you can forgive me, hahah. I hope you enjoy the HC. By the way - I suck at baking XD

Jumin

,,You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy.... when skies are gray…’’ you summed while you baked your orange chocolate cake.

It had been a long time since you last decided to bake anything, but this was due to your stay at Jumin’s penthouse when the both of you were still unmarried.

Now that you were his wife, you weren’t that shy anymore.

You used the moment of silence to bake a cake for your husband, who was pretty stressed out lately.

You hoped that he would enjoy the desert you prepared with a lot of love.

Just when you finished decorating the beautiful cake, the door opened and Jumin came in.

He began to sniffle and immediately confessed that he could smell something yummy.

With your usual smile, you greeted and kissed him.

,,Would you want to enjoy my cake with a cup of coffee?’’ you asked him, kind of scared that he could reject you due to his work.

But of course Jumin Han would never push you back.

He eagerly nodded and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

After ten minutes, you helped him with the coffee and both of you sat on the couch, sipping the brown drink.

Jumin now finally took the fork into his hand and began to eat the soft creation you made.

Suddenly he moaned and looked at you with a shocked expression, making you think that your food was disgusting.

But it was different. Jumin couldn’t believe that you were the one who baked the cake.

,,It’s like an explosion in my mouth. I really love it! Maybe I should organize a coffee and cake project…’’ he began to mumble loudly when he chewed on his third slice of cake.

Zen

,,I’m so excited that I will be able to eat a cake made by you!’’ your boyfriend laughed, noticing that he never ate a cake made by you.

,,Don’t expect to much…’’ you mumbled embarrassed.

,,Ah, don’t be so humble…“ he smiled and kept observing you.

You were creating a real masterpiece. Zen couldn’t explain how you did it because you moved so quickly, but he knew that it smelled very very good.

A few moments later, you called him.

,,Yes, what can-” he stopped.

You opened the warm oven and took out the chocolate cake you had just prepared.

,,It’s still hot, but I wanted to show it to you.“ you mumbled.

Zen immediately took out his phone and took a few pictures.

,,I have to post this! My fans have to know how good you are!“ he laughed and posted a photo.

Not long after he posted the photo, he posted the same picture in the group, receiving a lot of responses from Yoosung and Seven that they will come over too.

,,Mc, close the doors. Two idiots are coming over…“ he whispered and took a spoonful of your cake, feeling like he was in heaven right away.

,,How can it be so sweet and soft?“ he asked you in a whiny voice.

For today, he ignored the fact that chocolate was the cause of pimples.

Yoosung

You always loved to bake cakes and prepare desserts.

A few years later, it wasn’t any different.

You still loved to bake sweets and see the ones you loved smile.

,,Mommy!!!!!“ you heard your little girl scream through the house.

Then you heard loud footsteps and suddenly, a blond girl and brown haired man stood in the door.

,,Daddy said I have to wait for my present!“ she whined.

,,Okay and why are you complaining now?“ you asked her and put the big cake in the fridge.

It was a cake with three layers.

It would look like a big princess dress since you planned to put princess in the top.

,,Huh? But your friends always take ages!“ she whined.

,,Don’t complain now,“ you warned and saw her stomping away.

Yoosung approached you and hugged you from behind.

,,You’ve been in here a pretty long time…“ he teased you, overestimating you.

But when he saw the pink-violet cake on the table a few hours later, he didn’t know what to say.

And it even tasted good!

,,You’re wasting such a good talent!“ Yoosung whined and ate a second slice.

It tasted really good, and Yoosung was once again proud to have you as his wife and the mother of his daughter.

Jaehee

When she asked if you would be willing to help her with the coffee shop, she didn’t know that you were such a good baker.

Well, perhaps it was because you just didn’t tell her that you worked in a pastry shop.

One day, she just got up and found three wonderful cakes in the glass cabinet.

Next to them were beautiful cupcakes and muffins.

It wasn’t even 9 AM and you already did half the work.

,,What’s that?’’ she asked you with an amused face and kissed you on your cheek as a good morning greeting.

,,I’m not sure. I think it’s for the garbage. Maybe you could taste the cupcake?’’ you asked her.

She nodded and took one of the cupcakes with the pink glitter on top.

She slowly bit off the cream and then tasted the cake.

,,Oh my god…’’ she mumbled and opened her eyes in shock.

You thought that the worst would come up, but she took three more bites until nothing was left.

,,Okay. I think you need to show me how to do it…’’ she said, staring at the cupcakes and combatting with herself if she should hide them instead of selling them.

Saeyoung

Your resume said that you actually worked in a pastry shop in LA and later moved back to Korea.

Unfortunately, your shop in Seoul was sabotaged and you had to give up on your dream.

A little bit later, Unknown and the RFA robbed your time and you didn’t have the time to think about it anymore.

Just a few months later, when you decided to bake a cake to cheer up the RFA, you remembered that you were really good at it.

You decided to bake a really big white cake with a cat on the front and LOLOL on the back.

The icon on the cake would be Zenny and the decoration would be coffee beans.

This way a piece of everyone would be a part of the cake.

And you had to be honest, you were pretty happy with the results.

Of course you hid your cake, and when the RFA came to visit, you and your fiancé, as well as his brother who lived with the two of you, got really emotional.

,,Woah, when did you do this?!’’ Saeyoung asked you, pretty hyped, and licked his finger that was covered in cream.

,,Hehe. While the both of you were arguing over pizza and chicken.’’ you answered Saeyoung.

His eyes widened when he licked his finger once again.

You thought that the cream was salty and that you mixed up salt and sugar, but apparently he loved your cream.

The cake didn’t even last a day. The RFA only ate the cake and gave you a lot of compliments.

,,I wish my birthday would be every day so that you would have a reason to bake a cake for me!’’ your husband whined and kissed your cheek, thankful for your efforts.

Saeran

You knew that your boyfriend had a sweet tooth and you wanted to make him happy once in a while.

The past month was hard and it was still the beginning.

And so, while he was in Jumin’s company, trying to get his father and save his older twin brother, you gave your best at home.

You added the ingredients and made an apple-cinnamon-pie.

Of course, ice cream and whipped cream weren't left out.

,,Woah, these are enough calories for a mouthful!’’ you laughed to yourself as you added sugar.

A good odor welcomed the almost red haired man when he opened the brown door.

Did you invite someone?

But you were alone in the kitchen, your clothes completely white from the flour.

Saeran let out a soft laugh as he saw you.

,,Did you grow old on your own without me?’’ he asked you and patted your white hair.

,,Mhh...you simply took too long. I fell in love with the apple pie instead.’’ you teased him and smiled brightly, expecting a kiss while you closed your eyes.

Saeran happily gave you a kiss and then looked at the pie.

,,So I have an enemy now?’’ he asked you.

You were in pain, his words were filled with irony.

But you quickly sliced the pie, added the warm cream and ice cream, and gave him a spoon.

,,Defeat your enemy!’’

He put the spoon in his mouth and mumbled a ,,Mhhhh’’ before he added another spoonful.

,,Oh my god, I don’t want to defeat this pie. Who did-you?!’’ he asked you, laughing now and enjoying the pie.

You happily nodded and gave him a second slice.

The best thing today was to see his smile.

Jihyun

,,Come on, Lucy!’’ you called her.

When your daughter approached you, you explained the baking process step by step.

She even helped you to bake her dad’s birthday cake.

Of course, Jihyun couldn’t stand the surprise. Instead, he entered the kitchen and kept taking pictures of the both of you.

Both of you chuckled as Jihyun was simply obsessed with the pictures.

Your house was filled with photographs, but this was also something beautiful in your eyes.

Later on, the RFA came over and ate the cake with you.

Really, no one believed that you baked the cake and that Lucy helped you!

,,Really! Ask Daddy! He even broke his promise and came into the kitchen to take pictures!’’ Lucy exclaimed.

,,Breaking promises is an old habit of your dad,’’ Yoosung said

But not even Jihyun could believe that you were that great at baking.

It was almost as if he was floating on clouds.

Since then, your job was to bake a cake at least once a week.

Vanderwood

You knew that Vanderwood would get angry at you.

Just the fact that the kitchen was a mess would give him a reason to kill you.

But you ignored the death thoughts and instead kept baking for him.

When Vanderwood saw the kitchen, he really was about to kill you but his anger vanished when he saw the beautiful cake with his name decorated with chocolate cream.

His heart grew warm as he thought about you.

A bit later you opened the door, not expecting him so early you totally bumped into him and almost fell on your back.

But your boyfriend caught you before something happened.

His smile was reflecting in your eyes.

,,What you’re doing home already?’’ you asked him, not even trying to hide the candles.

,,I wanted to enjoy my birthday with my princess.’’ he confessed and lead you to his lips.

,,You taste sweet. Did you eat it without me?’’ he asked you with a cute smirk.

You lightly slapped his shoulder and put the candles on the cake.

He quickly blew them out and expected to have to act as if the cake was tasty.

Instead, he had to try his best to not explode from happiness.

It tasted very good.

His eyes widened with every bite he took.

,,Is it okay?’’ you asked him, worried that it would be disgusting.

But from the look on your boyfriend’s face, the cake was more than yummy.

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assmanselke · 4 years ago

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50 questions tag

thanks for the tag @hartsyloveclub !

1) what is the color of your hair brush? light pink

2) name a food you never eat? bell peppers, I’m allergic :/

3) are you typically too warm or too cold? cold

4) what were you doing 45 minutes ago? on a zoom call with my RA lmao

5) what’s your favorite candy bar? Twix!!

6) have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’ve been to a lottt

7) what was the last thing you said out loud? I told my roommate that I forgot what I was doing lol

8) favorite ice cream? probably coffee/tiramisu

9) what was the last thing you had to drink? red gatorade

10) do you like your wallet? yeah, just don’t like using it :(((

11) what was the last thing you ate? chips & guac

12) did you buy any new clothing in the last week? I bought some sweatpants

13) what’s the last sporting even you watched? stanley cup final, duh

14) what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? this might be gross but like the extra butter kind

15) who was the last person you sent a text to? my dad!

16) ever go camping? a few times, but it was mainly for Girl Scout camp hahah

17) do you take your vitamins? nope but I should hehe

18) do you regularly attend a place of worship? not anymore

19) do you have a tan? no I’m so pale lmao

20) do you prefer chinese or pizza? both are so good, but probably chinese

21) do you drink soda through straws? yup

22) what color socks do you usually wear? I actually have these llama patterned socks that I just got and I’m obsessed with them so those lol

23) do you ever drive above the speed limit? no I’m the biggest chicken HAHA

24) what terrifies you? literally anything with more than 4 legs (unless it’s a five legged dog lol)

25) look to your left, what do you see? my roommate

26) what chore do you hate the most? folding laundry

27) what do you think when you hear an australian accent? I get so distracted that I don’t pay attention to a word they’re saying lol

28) what’s your favorite soda? sprite or dr. pepper

29) do you ever go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? depends, I prefer drive thru tho

30) what’s your favorite number? 24

31) who’s the last person you talked to? my roommate

32) favorite cut of beef? filet mignon

33) last song you listened to? miley cyrus’ cover of heart of glass, so fucking good

34) last book you read? beowulf (it was for school)

35) favorite day of the week? wednesday!

36) can you say the alphabet backwards? absolutely not, I don’t feel like putting forth effort

37) how do you like your coffee? iced, just a bit of french vanilla creamer

38) favorite pair of shoes? my adidas retroruns🤩

39) time you normally get up? like 10:00, but today I woke up at 2:00 lol

40) do you prefer sunrise or sunset? sunset

41) describe your kitchen plates? the cheap ones that target has for college kids in the color pink

42) how many blankets are on your bed? one, I wanna get another but I’m broke :(

43) describe your kitchen at the moment? nonexistent, I live in a dorm

44) do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? if we’re getting fancy it’s a mojito, if not I’m basic and like white claws

45) do you play cards? during quarantine I played it a lot with my family, but normally no

46) what color is your car? gray/silver

47) can you change a tire? I know how but have never done it

48) favorite state? probably hawaii

49) favorite job you’ve had? volunteer with middle schoolers

50) tagging: @raysofcrosby @hockeyismyboyfriend

#chloe does tags

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sign-from-god-complex · 5 years ago

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Effort for Effort’s Sake

Summary: Logan is struggling and Roman wants to help.

Pairing: Ambiguous logince.

Warnings: General negative thoughts/anxiety and crying.

A/N: Gosh, it’s been a little hard to get writing done recently, but I’m trying my best!!! Hope y’all enjoy this one; it’s probably the most direct projection I’ve done onto a character to date, honestly. It’s hurt/comfort (as usual) so although it’s a little angsty I promise it’s not as bad as it may sound, hahah.

Tag list: @mutechild @super-magical-wizard @shadowsfromthesun

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Logan tapped his pen against the notebook in front of him—once, twice—attempting to find a good place to begin. The blank page was staring back at him, almost mocking him for his lack of progress and Logan resisted the urge to simply give up. He tapped again—once, twice.

His next assignment for his English class was due in less than a week’s time and though he'd been thinking about it for equally as long Logan had yet to actually accomplish anything, merely throwing away ideas and trying not to panic as the deadline drew ever nearer.

He set down the pen with a sigh, resting his head in his hands and running them through his hair.

He knew he was intelligent—his whole life he had been told that by every adult who had ever viewed his work—so why were things proving to be so difficult all of a sudden? For years things had been getting harder and harder. Logan was struggling to keep up with assignments, he was finding it hard to pay attention to lessons, and though he knew the material it seemed as if there was some sort of barrier preventing him from putting it on paper with any sort of coherency. He knew he had to complete the assignment—he didn't have time to be messing around—but he just... couldn't.

Slamming the notebook shut, Logan rose from his desk, reminding himself to breathe as calmly as possible despite the instinct to do otherwise.

Gods, he already wanted to take a break and he'd barely been at this for 15 minutes. He wanted to say it was just a bad day and he'd get it finished tomorrow but it wasn't true. He knew it wasn't true. Every day was a bad day now. Nothing was going to get done when he was feeling like this and he rarely seemed to stop feeling like this so nothing was going to get done. Just another incomplete assignment to go towards his quickly declining grades; all because he couldn't seem to start! It was-

There was a knock. Quick, enthusiastic and potentially a little bit annoying—Roman. Logan unclenched his fists though clenched his jaw, breathing in slowly and opening the door to Roman's excited rambling as he pushed himself into the room.

"You have no idea what happened to me today! It was absolutely ridiculous! I swear even I wouldn't have-" Roman cut himself off, suddenly looking alarmingly contrite. "I'm sorry, were you working? I... shouldn't have interrupted."

"No. Roman, I wasn't working. I should be working, but I was not."

The words came out more bitter and frustrated than he had intended them to, and Roman's facial expression shifted into worry.

"What does that mean, specs?" Roman asked, voice softer than Logan had ever expected him to be able to be, "You don't strike me as the kind of person who procrastinates. Is it just a bad day?"

Logan sighed, rubbing at his forehead. How could he explain to Roman how every basic task seemed to take an insurmountable amount of effort? How could he explain the way he had begun to panic at merely the thought of his responsibilities, no matter how simple or routine they seemed to be? How could he explain the way he could feel himself spiralling with no real way to prevent it until he finally hit the ground? He couldn't.

He couldn't.

"No, it was just-" He could feel tears welling up in his eyes and took a moment to attempt to stifle them, blinking rapidly in the hopes of keeping them at bay. "Um... I was-" His voice broke and Logan felt his cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. He should not be getting so emotional; he needed to get himself together.

Roman's face was openly concerned at this point, with just an edge of fear. Logan didn't blame him, he certainly didn't cry often. And he was crying—despite his best efforts tears were slipping out from behind his glasses, trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto the collar of his shirt. It was messy and uncomfortable and the way Roman was looking at him, with so much care and affection broke the final strand keeping Logan together.

He sobbed—once, harsh and sudden—and Roman was in front of him in an instant, hands hovering over Logan's shoulders as he struggled to think of what he could do to help. Logan's breathing was shaky but there, stuttering in between muffled cries, hand held in front of his mouth to keep as silent as possible—though he wasn't entirely sure to what end.

"I'm sorry, I-" Logan's voice was thick and he hated it. He hated feeling so out of control, so completely uncertain and unaccomplished. He was smart, he was disciplined, he was... falling apart at the seams, knowing no way to hold himself together.

Roman shushed him, his face stricken and Logan's breath hitched. He wanted to crawl into a small space and hide, cry to himself and the darkness until he awoke in the morning, unconcerned with the previous evening's events until it became an issue once again. It was an unhealthy cycle, Logan knew that, but he was struggling to find other ways to cope.

"Can I touch you?" Roman's words were soft but infused with a sense of urgency that Logan wasn't going to claim was entirely unwarranted. The regular panic and discomfort that came from that suggestion didn't come, so Logan nodded and in an instant Roman's hands were gripping his upper arms. It was a pressure, warm and grounding and Logan made a noise of which the origin or explanation he wasn't entirely sure.

He was pulled to the ground—steady guiding hands and gentle touches—and against Roman's chest. He was solid underneath Logan and he could hear his heart beat—once, twice—a constant noise to ground him and keep him here. There was a hand running through his hair and Logan only had a moment to feel embarrassed at how greasy his hair likely was before the movement soothed his thoughts.

His tears slowed in the wake of Roman's actions, Logan managing to distract his mind from his failings by instead focusing on the soft warmth Roman was providing, thinking solely on the repetitive motions and the rise and fall of Roman's chest with each breath. He breathed in turn—once, twice.

"I, um..." His voice was croaky as he spoke up and even the wake of everything that Roman had just seen, Logan felt a flash of shame. "I want to apologise, I-"

"No, none of that, specs," Roman interrupted—the words were kind and the movements continued, so Logan simply took another breath as Roman continued, "You're allowed to be upset, you're allowed to show your emotions and you're most certainly allowed to receive comfort when you aren't feeling your best.

"Now—" Roman gently pushed him away, the comforting acts ceasing and Logan couldn't ignore the way the entire room seemed to stutter—"I need you to tell me what's wrong, Lo. Cause I want to help you, but I won't be able to do that unless you talk to me. You don't have to do it right now if you don't feel up to it, but I... worry about you." He paused, his eyes warm with an emotion Logan couldn't quite identify. "I want you to be happy."

Logan nodded distantly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, brow drawn. There was a moment of silence.

"Everything is so... hard, Roman."

Roman seemed surprised by the admission, but Logan pushed on. "I can read an Agatha Christie book just fine but the second I have to write a single word it feels as if my entire body is turning itself inside out to get out of it. I understand the importance of the chores roster and I want so badly to assist you and the others in keeping our apartment clean and taken care of, but every week I feel a physical weight in my stomach dragging me down and every single task is like climbing a mountain.

"It's like that feeling of effort it takes to get up and take a shower but for every single action and Roman, I don't know what to do anymore." He glanced up at Roman then, eyes wet but tears unshed. Roman's expression was... sad—empathetic and loving. "I was aware that being an adult was going to be difficult, it's brought up routinely at this age, but this is not that. This... cannot be that, I cannot let it be that, because I cannot do this—not the ways things are going right now."

Roman drew him back into his chest abruptly, one arm wrapped firmly around his waist, the other pressing Logan's head into the crook of his neck. It only lasted a moment, before Roman inhaled deeply and let go. His smile was weak and sort of strained as he regarded Logan but it was present nonetheless.

"Alright. Things sound overwhelming right now, yeah? Do you think you're up to going to the student health centre at school?"

It had crossed his mind, but at the same time that feeling of effort extended to getting himself help, and he wasn't sure he could be trusted to ever actually do it.

"If... you accompany me," Logan mused, "Yes. I think I would be able to do that."

Roman looked slightly shocked at Logan's declaration but recovered quickly. "I would be happy to, Logan, but uh… are you sure you wouldn't rather have one of the others...?"

He shook his head decisively. "I would prefer the others not know about this."

"But-"

"Please." Logan felt the desperation filter into his words involuntarily and Roman exhaled softly. "Just for now. If anything does come of the trip to the student health facility I will inform them then, but I need a little bit of time."

"Of course," Roman murmured, "I didn’t mean to push you."

There was silence for a while, Logan intimately aware of how close the two of them were, but not particularly making any moves to do anything about it.

He could hear voices downstairs, so he assumed the others had arrived home at some point and dinner was in the process of being cooked—a reminder that the world was going on around their quiet little bubble, and they did have to get up. The idea was abhorrent, twisting his insides into knots, but Logan made an effort. He gathered himself up from the ground with a slow inhale, bringing Roman to his feet beside him with an offered hand and a tug.

"Would you..." Logan trailed off for a moment, unsure of himself but wanting to lift the heavy atmosphere that had settled over the two of them. "You were in the process of telling me a story as you arrived in my room this evening. Do you wish to continue it?"

Instantly, Roman lit up and with it, Logan felt the tension in the room dissipate slightly. He could catch a few tossed phrases as Roman began to speak rather rapidly, humming along to rhetorical questions and looking appropriately amused when Roman detailed the encounter he had been so excited to share. He let himself smile softly.

Yes, things were overwhelming right now but he had Roman now and that was, at least, a start. He was going to make an effort to cope better and with any luck, things were soon going to be okay.

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sweetarthurmorgan · 5 years ago

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To New Beginnings (Reader x Arthur Morgan)

Hey so I have never written a one-shot on here before (Or about RDR 2 hahah.) So, I gave it shot! Hopefully you enjoy the story! Maybe I will write more if I am ever so confident!!

If you haven’t played the gameplay there are spoilers about Mary (Arthurs??? Ex??? Ex lover??? Yes??) So be weary of that!

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To New Beginnings By: @sweetarthurmorgan

Word Count: 2,227 words

Rating: PG (Just mentions of alcohol!)

“How could one drink change a night?”

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You can't say you're surprised this time, you knew that he was going to cheat on you again. But maybe you didn't know that he was going to do it after you just finished making supper (not to mention his favorite meal), and as you were calling him to come down, you wondered what was taking him so long. Of course you were going to check on your husband. Was he sleeping? (Was he getting drunk in the bedroom again after you asked him not to for the millionth time.)

And of course you walked up the stairs, and of course you opened the door.

And of course you saw him lying in the bed with a woman.

So here you are, drinking once again in Valentine- hoping to find some answer in a bottle.

"I'll have another one, please." You said as you handed him the money.

"How about I get you something stronger, looks like you'll be here for a while. I'll be right back." The bartender said as he walked away for a moment, searching for something.

You groaned as you covered your eyes with your cold hands. They felt like ice against your burning eyes, filled with hot tears. The cold comforted the puffy bags under your eyes. But you felt too numb to even think about crying this time, but you still wanted to cry.

With everything that happened, you wanted to forget. Every memory with him that made you laugh, every moment where you smiled so widely. Even every moment you'd look yourself in the mirror and ever wonder if you were good enough for him. You just wanted to never be in your own skin, maybe he'd like you better that way.

As your thoughts were getting heavier, you heard a sound of footsteps approach next to you, the sound of their body getting comfortable into the chair that was right next to yours. You didn't respond only because it wasn't such an big deal to you that someone sat down next to you, it's not like you were much company right now anyway.

"Here you go ma'am, the strongest thing I have- if you weren't a white liner now, just wait." The bartender said as he poured you a shot glass, you removed your hands off of your eyes and picked it up. You didn't give much of a second thought and downed it quickly.

You felt the burn as it flowed through your body, you sucked in your breath quickly. Your head hanging low as you felt the rising sensation down your throat. It was strong alright, maybe too strong for your liking.

"I'll take one of those." the guy next to you stated.

You reached your hand out and slammed the table.

"Put his drinks on my tab." You stated as you sighed, continuing to drink what little left you had in your beer bottle. You're not sure why you'd offer to buy the strangers drinks, perhaps that was the alcohol speaking to you. Perhaps you felt bad as this person was probably about to hear you complain and cry very soon, considering how the whiskey was taking control of you so quickly.

"Thank you, Miss-"

"It doesn't matter." You said with a wave of your hand. The slight tingle of your lips were coming into play, the way the buzzing felt was comforting to you.

"You seem 'bout as bad as I do, if not a little worse." He said with humor in his voice.

You turned your head to make a rude comeback but you closed your mouth quickly, glancing your eyes up.

You see a large man beside of you, his eyes sparkled. It was like looking at a nice jewelry store and seeing the pretty gems shine against the glass. His lips. They were awfully inviting. The soft shade of pink reminded you of a field of flowers, something so soft- so sweet. He looked older than you, sure. But yet the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were something charming, something you didn't expect to like. His face hid behind his hat, but you could still his smile and his blonde hair, regardless if it was matted or not. He was one beautiful man that smelled of gunsmoke and fresh soap. Maybe the alcohol amplified how he appeared in your eyes, but then again, maybe not.

You looked away as you realized you may have been staring at him for too long, it was hard for you not to look at him. Or your movements were beginning to go slower.

"I hope you're not as chewed up as me right now, that wouldn't be too kind." You responded with a sigh as you tapped your fingers on the table for another beer.

"Honestly ma'am, it probably would be the kindest." He said as he quickly took his shot, making a stiff face, looks like it was really strong after all.

"You ever broke a girls heart? You ever slept with another woman in her own house?"

He thought about that question for while, returning the question with a slight shake of his head.

"Then you don't deserve to feel as god awful as I do." You said as you took a large gulp, wiping your face of the beer that trickled your neck.

He looked at you with worry, connecting the dots. He took a quiet sip of his drink.

"That's why I'm here anyway, caught him cheating on me again, I kicked him out- and now I'm trying so hard to forget everything. Maybe more drinks would help." You said with a small laugh, shaking your head.

"A girl broke my heart once." He said as you looked over, you turned your head sideways.

"Oh really?" You said as he nodded, he replied as he took another sip of his beer.

"Well, tell me more about her." You said as he adverted his eyes to you, sighing.

"She was beautiful, so beautiful. She was kind and witty. And smart! Oh, she had a great head on her shoulders. And-" You weren't listening as he continued to talk about this woman, but you saw how his eyes were gleaming, and how his smile was wide when he was bringing back old memories. He truly loved this woman, and something about that made your heart soar. If only, your husband could have loved you in such a manner as this drunk stranger.

You got out of your thoughts as you focused onto him speaking.

"But she- well we, we had different paths. And we both crossed them at the wrong time. She wanted me to leave the life I had to be with her. And, for that to happen I would have to change everything about me. But, I couldn't. I c-can't be with her and continue to be me. We are in different worlds. Maybe- if I were to change. I could truly be with Mary." It was like you could feel his heart ache and shatter into pieces. How could someone hurt someone so badly, it affected their whole world today. Not like you had it any better. But hearing someone else's pain made it seems like yours wasn't the main problem.

"Is that why you are here?"

You both didn't say a word at that moment, you just sat in silence.

"I guess so." He broke the tension, his shoulders rising up.

"I'm sorry to hear that." You said as you looked down slowly looking back over to him, seeing his eyes look so sad, a mixture of regret and despair almost. In a way, you pitied him.

"Well, that Mary woman is a real fool."

"How so?" He asked.

"W-Well, you see-" You said as you began to get tongue-tied, he just looked at you and waited for a response. Did he really seem all that interested?

"If she could only see how you talk about her like she's the finest gem in all of the world. She would feel really foolish right now. Asking you to change when you don't even want a single detail about her to be different."

For some reason, you had a feeling this Mary woman was in his life a long time ago- but he recalls it as it was a fresh wound. Maybe, he might not show it as natural as you can, he's hurting more than you have for the longest time.

"You know, if you don't feel like talking about Mary, I won't force you to." You said with confidence. You adjusted the way you were sitting as he nodded his head, making a huff as he looked over- giving back a small smile.

"Thank you." He said, taking a swig of his drink.

"Besides, I don't think marriage is a smart idea for me."

"I'll have to agree to that, sadly. Maybe I'm not the luckiest girl with love." You said with a small smile, a small bittersweet laugh escaped shortly after.

He continued to smile, shaking his head.

"But you know what? He is obviously empty headed from what you have told me, not like I can speak however."

You didn't say a word as you looked at him, he opened his lips and closed them before huffing quietly.

"I mean look at you, you're literally crying over a man you took care of and married- if he was dumb enough to not realize he had a good wife, than he's better off in Lemoyne hanging out with the alligators. And that's what you should be thinkin' bout." You could notice his words are getting more slurred, but what he said meant more to you than anything.

You smiled at him as he smiled back reassuringly.

"Y/N" you said to him, he cocked his eyebrow up.

"What?"

"My name is Y/N. You asked me what is was earlier and I didn't answer." You said as you took another gulp of your drink.

"You told me it didn't matter, so why does it now?" He questioned as you slightly blushed in his retort.

You just shrugged and looked away from him, it really didn't matter if he knew your name or not- but you thought he should at least know.

"Arthur." He said as you turned your head, making a small smile.

"Arthur? You don't look like an Arthur."

"That's kind of you to say." He said as you laughed, shaking your head.

"Well Arthur, let's drink!" You said excitingly as you tapped for the bartender to bring you more shots.

"What are we drinking for?"

You paused as you picked up your glass, thinking of a good toast.

"To new beginnings!"

Arthur smiled softly as he raised his glass.

"To new beginnings."

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The sun glared brightly against your eyelids, you groaned quietly. Immediately raising your head up, using your hand to cover that aching sun.

As your eyes adjusted, you quickly noticed that...this wasn't your room, or it doesn't look like it at all.

You looked around as you noticed you were in some random hotel room. Four walls, a bathroom, drawers, and a mirror. Seems normal.

Looking down at yourself, you were wearing the clothes you wore last night. Good, it meant only that nothing happened. But, however you were still confused as to why you don't remember anything after meeting-

"Arthur." You whispered quietly, looking at the window. Where did he run off to? Where did he end up?

You moved your hair out of your face quickly as you let it free for a moment, getting yourself up from the bed.

You quickly got up as you noticed a note on the drawer next to the bed, picking it up you realized it was a note:

" Y/N,

You are such an awful drunk to take care of, and I thought I knew even worse drunkards than you."

You laughed as a smile was stuck onto your face, you felt like it wouldn't ever fade away.

"But, regardless. You are one beautiful lady that I had such an honor of meeting last night.

Thank you for listening to me being a fool and acting the part as well. I know that also might have been troublesome.

But as for you ma'am, you need to know that you are stronger than you think of yourself.

Don't let anyo̶n̶e̶ man, tell you otherwise. You are a strong woman- even if one fool couldn't see that.

I apologize for leaving you alone in a hotel room, really couldn't find out where you lived- you were far gone. I had no idea what you were saying."

A sigh and a roll of your eyes appeared as you knew that sounded very much like yourself, you gave that poor stranger so much trust. It worried you how off guard you can be when very drunk.

"Thank you miss, for the company last night. I never knew that talking to strangers could be what I needed to get my head on right.

By the way,

You should keep your hair down sometimes, it's really pretty.

And also, you're a great kisser too.

All the best,

Arthur."

"Oh, Arthur." A smile continued to play across your lips, completely turning red at that last part. If you ever so lucky to meet him again, you were going to ask him so many questions.

You took a deep breath as you held the note close to your heart.

"Thank you."

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