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littlemissvincentvega · 10 months ago

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Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk… 😏

MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot

PART 1

a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy ♥ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!

18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader

cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness

Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.

"Need a drinking partner?"

Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"

You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"

"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"

You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."

"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."

"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.

"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."

You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."

"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."

Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"

That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."

Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.

"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."

"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.

"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...

And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"

"What?"

You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."

God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"

Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."

"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.

You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.

When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.

The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.

"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).

Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."

You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"

Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"

"Nope." You flashed him a grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."

"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.

"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."

You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.

"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"

But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.

He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.

PART 3 COMING SOON!

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wlwprker · 7 months ago

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my heart is yours-tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: i wrote this on my old tumblr for someone else but i’m making it Peter Parker and reuploading it !

warnings: minimal proofreading, use of bold and italics, sorry for grammar and/or spelling mistakes!

wc: 787

You were a pretty calm person, but there were those rare moments that crept into your life where you found it extremely difficult to stay relaxed and it bothered you that you couldn't just stay...calm. You always felt like such a burden to others when those overwhelming moments ruined your days, nights, and weeks, but your boyfriend didn't care if you were sad or angry, he will always love you and you are so thankful to have been blessed with the gift that is Peter Parker (AKA the one and only Spiderman), who you get to call yours. He patrols the city at night and is sometimes taken away on missions, but that doesn't make you upset or too lonely because you know that he always has a home with you.

Today was one of those days where you couldn't stay chilled out and you tried everything to stop your overwhelming thoughts from crashing into you like a freight train and all you kept trying to do was to keep your emotions at bay because the last thing you wanted to do was disrupt Peter on one of his rare off days from his patrolling duties but he notices every little thing you do. Peter sat down next to you on the couch in your shared apartment and he motioned for you to lie down in his lap because he adored looking down at you and basking in the warmth of you.

When you look at him with those eyes that hold so much affection behind them, he feels as if he's falling all over again, and he doesn't want to stop falling.

"Baby, what's running through that pretty little mind of yours?" Peter rubbed his hands soothingly up and down your shoulders as you looked up at him in adoration and he smiled as he placed a loving kiss to your forehead and you swore that you felt like a teenager in love, you were never the type of person to believe in clichés but when he looks at you like there's nothing more important in the world, you felt as if you were floating and you had no intention of wanting to come back down to Earth. You smiled to yourself at the fact he was always so loving and caring and if he ever sensed that there was something wrong, he would drop everything for you. You always have to convince him when he's away on missions that his Spiderman duties are important but if you didn't keep reminding him of that, he would move mountains just to see you smile.

"I'm just having one of those days, Peter", you say as you sit up from his lap and Peter whines at the loss of contact, but you scoot closer to him on the couch, and he wraps an arm protectively around you. He hums in content, and you lean your head on his shoulder, and you can feel his heart beating, only for you.

"I love you so much, my love", Peter says in such a sweet tone that you swore you physically felt your heart beat faster for him, if that was even possible. You place a sweet kiss on his lips and he smiles into the kiss and you pull away slowly and this boy can't stop staring at you because he is so lucky that you love him this much. You have kissed Peter so many times but every single kiss that you share feels like you're sharing a kiss with the prince in those fairytales you grew up reading, he is your happy ending. You find one of his hands and bring it close to you and you start to trace the lines on his palm as you feel him rub his hands down your arms.

"I like tracing the lines in your palm, it's...distracting", you say as you plant gentle kisses on the lines in Peter's palm and you can feel him staring at you as you continue to trace the lines in his palm that fits into your hands like a glove and you stare up at him and he is looking at you with the most loving stare in the entire world.

"You are a dream come true. I'm going to ask for your hand in marriage, what do you think about that?" Peter kissed your nose and you sighed happily. You are so in love with this brown eyed beauty and you never want it to stop.

"That sounds perfect, Pete" you felt yourself start to drift off into the world of dreams, but your dreams were insignificant because all you ever dreamed about was holding you close on the couch, and everything felt okay again.

#tom!peter parker #tom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #wlwprker🥀💌#spiderman #mcu spiderman

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anadiluna · 11 months ago

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Serenity.

Bada Lee X fem reader.

Reader is the only female member of bts lol

Warnings: angst, fluff as hell, reader is problematic, drug use?¿

It's my first time posting on tumblr so I don't know how to write these warnings or whatever. I'm struggling to find where the hell I should put the title😭.

I looked so serene, my sleep figure rested on Bada's body, my face buried into her neck, she had her arms wrapped around me, her chin resting on the top of my head, eyes closed and a small smile on her lips, she also looked serene, I admired the picture for some moments, all kinds of good emotions twirling on my chest until something caught my attention, one of my arms rested on her waist and my hand was tugging the fabric of her hoodie as if I was scared that she would escape, I didn't remember doing that when I was woke.

Memories from my past relationship, fights about how emotionally dependent I was, his face contorting in a disgusted frown when I hugged him, suddenly my world was falling apart.

How could I be so desperate to be in her arms? A sense of shame hit my heart and my mind, the realization of everyone probably knowing that I loved her differently made me feel so ashamed, not because she is a woman, I would never feel ashamed of that, just being perceived as someone vulnerable was enough for me.

Moments traveled through my mind, I've been so clingy with her through the last months, I laughed too much, I hugged her too much, I showed all the feelings I wanted to show and didn't even realize, although she never rejected me or said anything bad, but rather happily accepted all of that, I couldn't let go of the feeling that I was probably suffocating her like this, I felt so bad, she probably felt disgusted just like him, right? She didn't say anything about it to not hurt me, she didn't say anything because she felt sorry for the girl who doesn't have anyone besides her members. I felt so disgusted with myself, I just wanted to bury myself alive so I could never bother her again.

The days went by and the rejection feeling I planted on my chest only grew, every time I was around her the feeling of wanting to be in her arms and hug her was terribly strong, but the shame I felt was bigger, and even when she hugged me I couldn't put my hands over hers like I always did.

"Why are you not hugging me anymore?", she said hugging me and leaning her head on my shoulders as we left the practice studio, her voice sounded hurt, but my mind wouldn't let me believe she was hurt.

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"Aren't you coming anymore?", she said over the phone, the background sounded noisy, and I could hear Lusher screaming a song in the karaoke room.

"I have to finish a song today, I'm sorry...", I wanted to be there, but I don't know, her friends are probably over me as much as she is.

"Okay, I think... good luck! Good night Harinnie.", she said sweetly but from her voice I could feel that she was quite hurt, again.

My mind was a mess, even if I knew that she was hurt by my actions I also thought she couldn't bear looking at my face.

"Good night.", I said turning off the call.

I looked beside my bed and saw the jar of pills prescribed by the psychiatrist, took more than I could in my hands, and chugged down with water hoping to sleep as fast as possible so I wouldn't have to deal with my emotions.

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"I have a deadline for a son..." Haerin tried to lie but she was cut before she could finish her sentence.

"HAERIN!", the smaller girl flinched at Bada's scream. "I'm sorry", Bada said touching her arm, Bada's voice echoed in her head, her sight was blurry, and she was completely drugged as a result of the pills she had been eating like candy every day for the last 3 weeks.

"Tell me what is happening, please.", Bada begged, her voice was sweet but hurt, the usual from the last days. "I cannot pretend everything's fine, you've been acting so different and...", she was teary-eyed and said her words in a choke. "You're hurting me", she sighned lowering her head, she didn't know what to do anymore, it seemed like suddenly Haerin didn't care about anything or anyone, she didn't talk or eat, she just followed her instructions like a robot, not showing any emotion. Bada had seen Haerin going through her ups and downs in their years of friendship, but nothing looked like this, her heart was scrunching and she felt like she lost Haerin forever, she was desperate to take her back to life.

Haerin did not know what to do, she didn't feel guilt or any sense of empathy, she just didn't feel anything.

"When I look at you, I can't even recognize your eyes...", Haerin's eyes normally had the prettiest sparkle looked opaque, the bags under her eyes were in a weird red tone, realization hit Bada, she remembered the fight she overhead one day, where Namjoon was screaming at Haerin for taking more pills than she should. She could almost hear Namjoon's angry statement.

"Look at you, you don't even look like yourself.".

Bada got up and took Haerin's bag, the girl was too slow to react, as expected. She found the guilty, a jar of medicine almost empty.

"That's what you've been doing? That's why you're acting like that, right?", Bada almost screamed, anger and sadness filling her heart at the thought of Haerin drugging herself, her eyes filled with tears, she tried to hold back but it was too much.

"Why did you do that? What is happening?", she asked again but it was hopeless to try and talk to Haerin at that moment, and even if she was angry she understood why Haerin couldn't just talk when facing her downs.

"I don't know... I'm sorry Bada.", Haerin whispered, her eyes looked so empty, so vain, yet she was so vulnerable.

When Bada heard her saying her name all the anger left her body leaving her only with sadness, the tears made their way down her cheeks, she tried not to sob but it was impossible, she knew Haerin just needed someone to understand her.

"I'll take you home, you're gonna stop doing that, I'll be by your side all of the time, and when you get better we'll talk, okay?". Bada wrapped her arms around Haerin's body, she knew Haerin was basically the personification of the side effects of being drugged and that her actions weren't matching her intentions, but still hurt her deeply when Haerin didn't hug her back. "You're gonna be okay. We'll be okay.".

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The sea waves break in front of us, and our skin is not burned by the sun but rather caressed by the cold, humid wind. The pain in my heart seems to get even worse when I realize I have nowhere to escape, I owe satisfaction to her, the person who laughs with me in the good moments also wants to cry with me in the sad ones.

"I am the problem, these feelings come and go like waves, they invade my heart and mind intensively as if I'm drowning, until the despair of trying to breathe stops, and suddenly I can breathe underwater, but the burning pain of being filled with salt water stays.", the weight on my shoulders feels less heavy, but now she's just like the last people who loved me and left me, now she knows my downs, I showed to her how messed up I am and everything will start to break in front of my eyes until the day she will disappear.

Her eyes were full of worry, her eyebrows slightly furred, and a small pout on her lips. "I know you hate to show vulnerability and I'm sorry that I forced you to do that, but Haerinnie...", she turned her body to me and intertwined our fingers. "I love you so much. I want to be the person who you will be sincere with, I want you to feel at home when you're with me as much as I feel when I'm with you.", her eyes were teary and her nose a bit red by the cold, the wind made her strands of hair loosen and perfectly flow like waves, she looked like the agitated sea in front of us, the most beautiful mess I've ever seem.

I wanted to say I was a mess and that if she kept seeing how broken I was she would get tired and soon leave, but she would say it's not true, she would promise to never leave me and I would believe with all of my heart, thinking I finally found someone, but as the years go by and time passes destiny would show me I was wrong for the thousandth time, and I would be alone again.

"I'm sorry for making you go through this hell, I will never do this again, I hate hurting you."

Warm tears kept streaming down my cheeks while I sobbed desperately but silently, that pain was too much to bear, watching everything happen again was breaking every piece of my soul and I felt so hopeless.

"My baby...", she said in a choke, she sounded so hurt by just seeing me like that, I can't believe I've done this to her.

"I'm sorry.", I looked down, hands on my head as I colored her blue.

She carefully pulled me into a hug, touching me as if I could break at any moment, my head rested in between her neck and chest, and my tears soaked her skin and shirt. I could feel her shoulders shaking and her uneven breath, her soft cheeks resting on the side of my head as quiet sobs left her lips.

After some moments we both calmed down and all we could hear was the sea waves breaking on the coast.

"Look at me, Haerinnie.", she whispered.

I didn't want to, I felt too ashamed for putting her in that position, for making her cry so much about things she didn't even know.

I hugged even tighter, hiding my face deeper on her neck. A small giggle left her lips making my heart feel a bit warmer.

"Please baby, I want to say something to you.", she said with her lips almost inside my ear, making me laugh and slightly pull away from her by the agonizing sensation.

Our gazes met, she admired me with a loving smile on her lips while caressing my cheeks and fixing my hair. My eyes still glint with nervousness but I could not help but smile at the sight, my hands gently caressed her wrists.

"I am so lucky to have you, you're my favorite person in the world.", she pulled my face closer and gave small pecks on my cheeks.

I pouted at her statements, how can someone be so easy to love? How can someone be so sincere like that? It felt like my heart was melting in my chest.

"I love you so so much.", I made sure to look at her eyes while saying it so she could feel my sincerity as much as I felt hers.

Her smile widened and her eyes had so much emotion. "I love you more Harinnie, my Harinnie.", her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me into one more bear hug, inhaling my scent as she shrugged her face in my shoulders.

While feeling the warmth of being loved I could not help but think about the impact she has on me. I was feeling so down, so desperate, and hopeless for so many days and then she pulled me out of this as if my bad thoughts didn't have any meaning, making me feel so loved, with such eagerness to live life, this never happened before, no one ever had this power over me, her way of thinking and dealing with life was changing me to someone who could be better to myself, the world hasn't been the same since I was met with her happiness.

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void-of-existence · 6 months ago

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this isn’t specifically based off of the prompt, but I felt it fit good enough, and wanted to have an excuse to post this on tumblr too

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Day six: Apology

Today marked seven years since Aziraphale and Crowley parted ways. It was funny, really, because that day would also be the day they see each other once again. God seemed to like her sevens that way.

"We're closed!" Crowley called across the old bookshop at the knock on the door, pulling his reddish-black curls into a messy bun. He threw himself down onto his cushiony black leather recliner with a sigh, and picked up the book he was currently reading off of the the side table. Just as he opened the book, though, another three knocks sounded from the front of the shop. Crowley groaned loudly as he pushed himself up and stormed to the front of the shop, not bothering to put his sunglasses on. Before he even thought to check who was there, he flung open the door, only to be met with a very familiar face.

"...Ang- 'Ziraphale?" The demon forced down his old habit.

"Hello, Crowley." The way the angel said his name stung, like being gently spritzed with holy water. Crowley looked him up and down, noticing he was now dressed in all white, and possessed purple eyes. "Why are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 here, 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦?" Aziraphale cringed, quietly hoping he wouldn't do that. "Crowley look, I'm sorry I made you think I chose Heaven over you. But I-"

"Stop. Don't want to hear it." He cut him off, clearly mad that it took him this long to apologize for something Crowley thought he himself would have gotten over by now.

Aziraphale flinched at the harshness on his tongue, but tried again nonetheless. "Crowley," He stepped forward, "I am truly 𝘴𝘰 very sorry." Crowley, who had put on his glasses to hide his own over-expressive eyes, raised a brow. The angel sighed hopefully at the first sign that he might not just be talking to a brick wall. "In Heaven, time doesn't really pass, so I only realized how long it had been when I came down to visit you. Really, it hasn't been that long, I mean-" He laughed awkwardly, "There have been times when we'd go 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 without seeing or talking to each other. But, this time... It's just- We had never been that 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 before. You spent so much time in the bookshop that you practically lived there, and you even moved some of your plants in." An angelic smile spread across Aziraphale's face, which would usually make Crowley blush, but today was different. He didn't even let his blank unemotional stare falter in the slightest.

The angel's smile fell. "Crowley?"

The demon never broke eye contact from underneath his glasses, even though he knew Aziraphale couldn't see his eyes. "What? 'Ya want a kiss on the cheek?" He leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised in annoyance.

The blonde's pale face grew pink. "I- Well not- ..I wouldn't mind." The last bit of his stuttering mess of a sentence was spoken quieter, but still caught the attention of the demon. Crowley's face and ears became redder than his own dark hair, before he remembered he was supposed to be mad at the angel. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The point is" He began, sighing angrily, "Good for you. You said sorry. Now what? You 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 me after I had- had kissed you, and you LEFT." Just then, Crowley was glad he had put on his sunglasses earlier, because in that moment, tears pooled in his eyes and threatened to fall. "Then, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙, all of a sudden you're comin' back to Earth to try 'n apologize? For both of our 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 existences, ever since I fell, you've been tryin' to convince me that I'm 'good'." He hissed, now looking down at the ground. "But you called me the bay guy. You grouped me with all the rest of those fuckers in hell." The demon's voice cracked, a detail that didn't go unnoticed by his angel.

"Oh, Crowley dear," The angel cooed, taking another step closer. "I thought I could fix them, stop the second coming, but they-" Crowley's pupils shrunk into thin slits, he lifted his head to make eye contact with Aziraphale. "The 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?" They both went silent.

"I thought you-" He was cut off by a loud groan, followed by the slam of the bookshop door. He pushed it back open and shut it gently behind him, speed-walking to catch up with his fast pace.

"I'm not with them anymore, I'm on my own side- You know that! You've known that for several 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢, Aziraphale!" He miracled the door shut behind the angel as he walked in, "They don't inform me on this shit! Not since Shax became 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, she couldn't give less of a shit about 𝘮𝘦 anymore." Crowley plopped down onto the recliner he had been sitting in earlier, which is when Aziraphale noticed the book sitting on the side table.

"You read the book I suggested you!" He beamed, picking up the book with the navy blue cover.

"Huh?" Crowley looked up at the angel from his spot on the chair. He turned the book to face him, smiling enthusiastically.

"You've recommended about half the shop to me at this point, it's hard to read something you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 suggested to me."

The angel still smiled sweetly, despite the harsh tone the demon continued to carry. He blushed slightly, knowing Crowley had always been a liar when it came to feelings.

Aziraphale knew he was reading the book because it reminded him of the blonde, and couldn't help but compliment him. "You really are quite sweet, Dear." He cooed, earning a quiet serpentine hiss from Crowley, who seemed deep in thought.

"Crowley?" Yellow eyes turned to make eye contact from under dark glasses.

"I love you."

And even though no one saw it, the demon's expressive eyes blinked a few times in shock, pupils shrinking once again to thin slivers.

"I tried to tell you that seven years ago. That would have been a great time to reciprocate." He looked down at his lap and fidgeted with his chipped black nail polish.

Aziraphale sighed loudly. "Please, don't be dramatic Crowley."

"Me? 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤?" The demon scoffed, "M'kay, I forgive you."

#ineffable may 2024 #ineffable may #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #good omens #gomens #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #go2 #good omens 3 #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #angst lol

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cherlv · 1 year ago

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˚ · . ENHYPEN IMAGINE # 1 *ೃ༄

LEE HEESEUNG

ೃ⁀ bf!heeseung x reader

GENRE ♡ fluff, romance, crack.

ABOUT ♡ your boyfriend volunteered to babysit your little niece.

💌 > hi! This is my first fic in tumblr lol! I haven't been in tumblr in a while and this is my new account! I hope you support me! It's my first time trying to write, so i hope you like it? Haha.

WARNING ◆ this story is for entertainment purposes only. Use of pet names, not proof read? Please lmk if i missed any!

Song of the day !

You're at a family gathering. Your mother invited you to go last week.

You watch as your nephews and nieces run around the backyard. You smile at the warm scene. Their smiles were never fake, just carefree. You wished to experience, even just for one day. Studying at the university has been really hard. Getting piled up with many projects, and most importantly your research paper. You still haven't— not able to think of a title. Gosh, this was a lot easier back in highschool.

Oh, you'd kill to experience being carefree again. You sigh at the thought.

"(Name)?" Someone calls you. You turn to see who called you.

Oh, its your mom. Your face lit up even more, you haven't seen her in months.

"Hey mom," you greet her, engulfing her in an embrace.

"Oh (name) you made it! I miss you so much," She says, you apologetically smiled at her, feeling bad because you barely put anytime for her.

"Sorry, mom. I've been really busy and I couldn't call you," you say, rubbing your nape.

"Don't be sorry, sweet. As long as you're doing good– by the way, didn't you tell me you'd bring your boyfriend today?" She suddenly asked, surprising you a little.

"Yeah, haha. He's on his way right now— oh he's here!" You point at heeseung, with a big smile on your face.

He approaches you with is arms opened wide, and you hug him tight. "You made it!" You say happily.

"Oh heeseung," you mother greets, "I haven't seen you too in a while!"

Your mother and Heeseung start sharing a conversation. You stare at them fondly, without realizing that you've been smiling so hard.

The family gathering ended after a few hours. You exchanged goodbye's, and hugged your other relatives.

"Mom, me and Hee will get going now," you say, "today was fun."

Your mom smiles, " I'm glad you had fun, bye (name). Careful on your way back!"

You and heeseung qave her goodbye, you were about to leave, but you were stopped by your brother.

"Oh, Jun-ho!"

"We're leaving now, see you next—"

"Wait!" Your brother cuts you off. "I need a teeny tiny favor to ask? If that's okay,"

You tilt your head in confusion. Why didn't he just asked this like- An hour ago or something? Not when you're about to leave? You mentally facepalmed yourself.

"Uh.. I have a business trip on Saturday day. Our babysitter quit on us the other day..." he trails off. Feeling a little bit hesitant to ask his little sister, who by the way, is busy with university.

"What is it?" Your tone was urging him to say it faster. Because you and heeseung really need to leave now.

"(Name) you inow I'm facing problem right now, and I really don't wanna bother you because you're busy with your studies," he explains, and you nod,

"No one will watch Ae-cha, I was thinking maybe you can watch her? It's really okay not to. I understand if—"

"It's fine Jun-ho. Just drop her of by friday." You tell him reassuringly, patting his back.

"Bye hyung." Your boyfriend bid him farewell.

You both hop in the car, fastening your seatbelt. The ride back to you and heeseung's apartment was calm and quiet.

"Babe, why did you say yes the Jun-ho's request?" Heeseung asks, his eyes still remained focused on the road. "Your major exams are coming up, I'm sure you need to study beforehand. "

"I know, hee. But it's been hard for my brother. He just got divorced, and I can see how this is taking a toll on him," you sigh, placing your head on the window, "and plus, it's hard to find trustworthy babysitters these days, and you can barely trust daycares too."

He glanced at you, seeing how stressed you looked. Heeseung understood your point.

Ping!

Heeseung has an idea.

"Hey, (name). Why don't I watch her for you instead?" He suggests, and you almost scoff at him.

"You're bluffing, I know you don't like babysitting, babe." You chuckle, and a pout formed on his lips.

"No I'm not! I'm being serious, I- I like kids!"

You sigh, "appreciate it. But no way I'm letting you watch Ae-cha." You say, trying to end the conversations right there. You and heeseung are very busy. You don't wanna trouble heeseung with anything. Plus, it was you who was asked to do it.

"Come on. You don't trust me?" He says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Ugh, stop it— you look so weird." You stop yourself from laughing. "I don't wanna bother you, okay?"

"Come on, you'll never be a bother. And you still have to do your research paper. I already done that so I got plenty of time to watch her!" He explains. You stop to think for a moment. He's right. You're thinking of considering.

"Are you sure though?" You say slowly, wanting to hear a confirmation.

"Yep! A 101%!" He flashes you a cute grin and quickly returned his gaze to the road.

"Auntie~!" A small voice calls you.

"Ae-cha~!" You mimic her cute tone, earning yourself a small pout. She's so adorable.

"Auntie will take care of me?" She asks innocently, looking up at you with glistening eyes.

You nod at her, and a big smile grew on her face.

"Hi Ae-cha!" Your boyfriend suddenly greets, scaring the life out of you.

"Yah! Lee Heeseung!" You smack his arm, earning a groan from him.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Auntie, who him?" She points at heeseung,

"Oh this is your uncle, uncle Heeseung!"

"Ooh! Uncle" she squeals, clapping her hands repeatedly. "I like uncle!"

Heeseung giggles, approaching her to lift her up.

"And— Ahhh!" They shout in unison, as heeseung lifted her up,

"Heeseung! Be careful!" You scold him, ready to catch your niece in case if heeseung drops her.

"Baby, let me handle this! Go to your meet up!"

#enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen series #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen thoughts #heeseung soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #first fic!?! les goo!

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rabbithaver · 27 days ago

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ok i know i didnt throw silver today here on tumblr but frankly i have been super busy, and now that i'm free, i'm totally exhausted. i'm gonna have to take a rain check on throwing him today, but rest assured that i DID throw him irl. and i'm holding him right now. so he's getting the love he deserves, i promise :)

i just hosted a 7 hour Bumblekast Server Movie Night since there was no recording today. it went so well!!! we watched Interstellar and The Martian, two of my all-time favorite films. i talked so much with so many people that now my throat hurts and i am absolutely exhausted... but oh my god, we had so much fun. i got to connect with a ton of friends in the server whose voices i'd never heard before. i got to infodump about my special interests to people who genuinely cared to hear what i had to say. we got to crack jokes and have fun during breaks. the very first ever Bumblekast Server Movie Night was, overall, a huge success!

in fact, it was such a successful event that i am going to have to host a second screening of Interstellar! like eight people really wanted to join us and see it, but couldn't due to their schedules. i've promised them that i'll ping them when i start planning the next screening so that way we can make sure everyone is able to participate. and Interstellar is one of those movies i will happily watch several times a week so it all works out.

everyone seemed to love the movies, and they even seemed to appreciate the fact that i had behind-the-scenes trivia and facts about the science in the movies. one of my huge worries is that people i watch movies with get annoyed when i share things like that, but if anything, folks seemed to appreciate the movies more because of it.

man, i know i keep saying it, but i really do love the Bumblekast community so much. i have never felt so at ease with so many people. i've never felt like a burden or an annoyance there... like, i truly think it's where i belong. everyone is so caring and supportive, especially the mod team and Kyle. hell, Kyle even set up an event in the server for me so that we could spread the word to people! it was such a kind gesture.

that place truly is something so special. i've been there since September 15, 2023, and i can count on one hand how many genuine fights and bigoted statements i've seen. the mod team is so exceptional at maintaining a positive and friendly atmosphere there. it helps that they nip heated conversations in the bud before they can become arguments. they're also very easy to talk to —they're all so incredibly funny and approachable. they're constantly interacting with the community, too. and they're also really willing to work with people.

for example, occasionally i've broken rules by accident or flown too close to the sun with a joke and they've had to DM me about it. and they know that i have severe anxiety, so when they broach these subjects with me, they know to say right off the bat, "hey, you're not in trouble or anything and we aren't mad, we just need to talk to you about something." it's a little thing, but it seriously means so much to me. the fact that they keep my struggles in mind when doing their jobs is proof to me that they care about the community they support.

a lot of discord servers have mods who are very... distant with their communities. like, they don't participate in conversation amongst members, or they take jokes way too seriously, or they throw their weight around just to intimidate users into submission. those discord server mods just don't bother interacting with their communities, either because they're too busy, or they're not interested in what their members are doing, or in the worst cases, they think they're better than everyone else. i've encountered a lot of these people before and they're always so unpleasant. it just highlights to me how unique the Bumbleserver is.

i'm so fucking glad i got into Sonic, man. if i hadn't watched the game grumps play Frontiers, i never would have picked up the comics. i never would have known how much fun they are. i never would have started listening to the Bumblekast. i never would have decided to create the clips blog. i never would've been reached out to by Puppy Bumblekast, who i now consider one of my closest friends. and of course, i never would have claimed Silver as my son, which lead to Seán reaching out to me. i never would have fallen so thoroughly in love with him, either. 💖

ok that was a WAY longer post than i meant it to be . im really really tired so im gonna go to bed. goodnight everybody

goodnight my friends!

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jupiterpp · 4 months ago

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CHAPTER NINE: CHAMBER OF SECRETS | 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞. -𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

important note; This is the first time I'm posting my stories on Tumblr. My mother tongue is not English so expect grammatical errors ahead.

word count: 2.7k words

MASTERLIST | CHAPTERS

THIRD-PERSON POV

[name]'s face scrunched up in disgust as she caught sight of a couple engaged in a full-blown make-out session right there in the library.

Merlin. Beside her, Tom remained unfazed, his attention fixed firmly on the book in front of him. It was as if the scene unfolding before them didn't even register on his radar.

He had stayed silent all week, giving her short replies as usual. He probably hadn't forgiven her for letting Mister Tibbers get away with whatever happened last week. As the days passed, Tom's demeanor towards her remained unchanged—cool and distant, with short replies and minimal interaction. It was clear he hadn't forgiven her for whatever transpired with Mister Tibbers last week.

Ugh, who cares? Why would she even apologize when she had literally done nothing?

She saw a small scratch on his hand. It looked like he was telling the truth, but she didn't care. It was too late to apologize anyway, especially with Tom's continued coldness towards her.

Why was she calling him by his first name in her mind anyway?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Tom's voice cut through the silence, catching her off guard. His eyes remained fixed on the pages of his book as if he couldn't bear to tear his gaze away.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "With what?" she replied, unsure of what he was referring to.

"The people making out."

She shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the blunt question. "Oh," she stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. "Well... it's just... a bit distracting, I guess. I mean, it's Valentine's today."

"If you're uncomfortable, we can study in the courtyard," Riddle said bluntly. She blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness.

She hesitated, uncertain how to phrase her question. "Are you uncomfortable with... them, if you know what I mean?" she asked cautiously, gesturing subtly towards the couple engaged in their public display of affection.

"I know very well what you mean," He glanced up at her, staying silent momentarily as she averted her gaze nervously, trying to focus on the book in her hands. "The library's purpose is for studying, not for... whatever they're doing," he mumbled. "They're disgusting, but it's none of my business."

She shook her head with a sigh and stood up, stretching her arms out as Riddle watched her every move silently. Her gaze landed on the boy in front of her who was staring at her silently. She sweatdropped and let out a small chuckle, waving her hand in front of Riddle.

Riddle rolled his eyes and closed the book shut, swatting her hand away from his face with an irritated expression before standing up, grabbing his grey coat that was hanging on the back of the chair he was sitting on. He put it on, adjusting his tie

Riddle rolled his eyes and shut his book with a decisive snap. Standing up, he grabbed his grey coat from the back of the chair and shrugged it on, adjusting his tie with precise movements. "Let's go," he said.

The two of them were about to exit the library but Riddle stopped and informed the librarian about the couple making out. This made the librarian furious and she immediately got up to her seat.

"Must you really report them?" She said with a teasing smirk.

Riddle turned to her, his expression unamused. "Rules are in place for a reason," he replied coolly. "People are here to study."

"Surely a bit of harmless fun isn't worth the bother."

"Says the one who almost puked when she saw two people making out," he retorted, his voice dry and tinged with amusement despite his outward seriousness. She tensed up, feeling her cheeks grow warm as her mind drifted to the two couples back at the library. She didn't respond and averted her gaze causing Riddle to smirk.

As they walked toward the courtyard, Riddle's mind wandered, unexpectedly fixating on the concept of wandless magic. It was a rare skill, one he had always found intriguing. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, remembering that one time at the orphanage.

No doubt that she used magic in there with no wand. He couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity—and envy—about how she did it. While other witches and wizards relied on wands, she seemed to wield magic effortlessly with her bare hands. He recalled his first meeting with Dumbledore and the disappointment he felt when he learned that he couldn't perform magic without a wand as she did.

That explains why every time she comes to the orphanage to teach him, he can't do magic with his bare hands which frustrates him. He had asked Dumbledore where to get a wand just like his, thinking it might unlock the same power.

"Back at the orphanage," Riddle began, stopping in his tracks and causing her to stop as well. She glanced over her shoulder to look at him, raising a brow. The mention of the orphanage made her tense. This was the first time Riddle had brought up something from their past.

"What about it?" she asked cautiously, unsure where this was leading.

Riddle's gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers for something. "I saw you use magic without a wand," he said, his tone both curious and probing. "Do you still do it?"

FIRST-PERSON POV

fuck.

Of course, he remembers.

I recall Slughorn's words in my mind about how I should not use wandless magic when people are around. But part of me couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my abilities. However, I quickly pushed that feeling aside. Slughorn's words echoed in my mind—using wandless magic would only draw unwanted attention.

Especially time traveling. Which I still couldn't control.

I couldn't lie to Riddle. He would see through it in an instant. He had witnessed my magic firsthand, and there was no hiding it from him.

I hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on me. "Sometimes," I admitted, choosing my words carefully. "It's not something I do often, but yes, I can still do it."

Riddle put his hands in his pockets as he approached me with his expression unreadable. "How?" he asked, his voice softer now, as he tilted his head. "How do you do it when most witches and wizards can't?"

I shrugged, feeling the familiar discomfort of being scrutinized. "I don't know," I said honestly. "It's just something I've always been able to do. I don't think about it much, it just happens."

His gaze lingered on me for a few moments before his eyes landed on an approaching figure that I also sensed behind me. I turned around and met Professor Dippet.

"Miss Delacroix," Dippet greeted, his eyes twinkling with warmth as they met mine. Then, his gaze shifted to Riddle, acknowledging him with a nod. "Mister Riddle."

I glanced between Dippet and Riddle, sensing an underlying tension in the air. "Is there something you need, Professor?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh no, no," Dippet waved his hand with a low chuckle. "Shouldn't you two be in class right now?"

"We have a free period, sir," I said.

"Ah, free period," Professor Dippet mused, adjusting his spectacles with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I hope you're using it wisely."

"We were discussing academic matters," Riddle interjected smoothly, his tone polite, giving a half-smile.

Dippet nodded, his eyes flickering between us. "Excellent. It's good to see students taking their studies seriously." He paused for a moment, as if considering something, then smiled kindly. "Carry on then."

"Thank you, Professor," I said gratefully, offering a slight smile. Riddle simply inclined his head in acknowledgment. With a final nod, Professor Dippet continued down the corridor, leaving Riddle and me standing in brief silence. As soon as Dippet left, Riddle beside me walked away in silence.

"Where are you going? The courtyard's over there." I frowned and pointed towards the direction of the courtyard. Riddle glanced over his shoulder, his cold eyes meeting mine with a hint of impatience.

"I have other matters to attend to," he replied vaguely, his tone brooking no further questions. Oh, here we go again. Another day dealing with his attitude.

"Matters?" I asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "You could've mentioned that before we wasted time studying in the library."

He shot me a sidelong glance, his expression briefly flickering with something unreadable. "Some things are better left unsaid,"

His mysterious nature was both intriguing and infuriating. Clutching the book I had been studying tightly, I felt a surge of frustration, tempted for a fleeting moment to hurl it in his direction but I held myself back knowing such a display would achieve nothing. "Fine. Have it your way."

'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ೃ⁀➷-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-˚. ೃ⁀➷'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation as I glanced over at Silvius and Elara. They had created a cozy little nook for themselves, with plush cushions and soft blankets, literally inside the Slytherin common room.

Silvius sat close to Elara, their fingers intertwined, sharing hushed whispers and gentle laughter. Elara leaned into him, her eyes sparkling with affection as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. It was almost nauseating.

"You guys are disgusting," I began, crossing my arms over my chest. I shouldn't have come in here in the first place. "People are watching."

Silvius glanced up, his grin widening as he saw my exasperated expression. "Oh, come on, [Name]," he teased, his voice low but playful. "Can't handle a little romance?"

"Ugh, spare me the romance," I muttered under my breath. "Perhaps a touch more discretion would be in order next time."

The hallways were adorned with a Valentine's Day theme, vibrant colors of red and pink weaving through the tapestries and flickering candles that adorned the walls. Tom, always one to prefer a darker aesthetic, complains about how vibrant the colors are. 'It's enough to make one want to pull their sockets out.' he says.

This guy literally likes colors that are as dark as his soul. At least that's what I understand from my point of view.

"Lighten up, [Name]. Let the lovebirds have their fun." Marcellus joined in the conversation with a chuckle.

"How about we go to the room of requirement?" Augustus suggested with a shrug, glancing at me with a smirk. "Practicing spells might be a welcome distraction from these guys." He chuckled, pointing at the two.

The Room of Requirement had become our sanctuary, a place where we could hang out and practice spells away from prying eyes. I had told them about it as soon as I discovered it, and it quickly became our favorite spot. I was eager to get out of the common room with Marcellus and Augustus following behind. I paid no attention to them as they chatted about random things, like how Augustus eats fruit with milk like it's cereal.

Once we reached the blank stretch of wall, I began pacing, focusing on our need for a quiet place to practice spells. As expected, the door materialized, and we slipped inside. The room was perfect, as always. It had transformed into a spacious area with plenty of room for spell practice, comfortable seating, and a warm, inviting atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the overly festive hallways outside.

"Hey, what the hell! Don't do that, Marcellus," Augustus exclaimed when Marcellus hit him with a Stunning Spell. I silently watched the two, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

Marcellus laughed, his wand still pointed at Augustus. "You need to be on your toes, Augustus. Constant vigilance, as they say.

"A little warning would be nice next time," Augustus grumbled under his breath. I leaned against one of the comfortable armchairs, observing their banter.

My mind suddenly drifted off to thoughts of the dark arts. While Marcellus and Augustus continued their playful sparring, I found myself pondering the intricacies of forbidden spells and ancient curses.

I had read about some of them before, back at my house in the muggle world. I stumbled upon a collection in my father's office once. It was a surprising find; I never knew my father had such an interest in the dark arts. Dark magic had always intrigued me, but of course, I would never consider using it. I had made a vow to myself long ago that I would only explore it for academic purposes.

Well, maybe that's because their eyes are on me. Maybe if they didn't have their eyes on me twenty-four-seven, I would've practiced dark arts. But that is a good thing, right?

Are they nice to me because they know that I possess such a gift, that's why they keep on watch on me all of the time, watching my every move? Maybe they're watching me because they're afraid of me turning myself against them and falling into the temptation of dark magic.

That's a good thing, right?

or not?

A sudden sound snapped me out of my thoughts, my head whipping around in the direction from where the sounds were coming. I furrowed my brows, eyeing the bookshelf behind me for a few moments—and I swear I saw movement. I instantly reached for my wand and held it tightly, as I slowly walked towards it.

As I approached the bookshelf cautiously, wand held at the ready, the sound of Augustus's angry voice reached my ears, muffled by the tension in the air. His outburst momentarily distracted me, but I remained focused on the faint movement I thought I had seen.

With a quick step forward, I pointed my wand towards where I thought I saw a figure. My heart raced as I prepared for a confrontation, but to my surprise, instead of a person, a small black cat emerged from behind the books, its eyes wide and curious as it stared back at me.

It was staring at me weirdly.

Why the hell is it looking at me like that?

"[name]?" Marcellus' voice calls out, approaching me. "What's wrong?"

"Why is there a cat in here?" Augustus asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. His eyes flickered between me, Marcellus, and the cat, trying to make sense of the situation. "Don't tell me it's been trapped in here for a long time? It looks...skinny." Marcellus crouched down and petted the cat.

Marcellus continued to stroke the cat gently, his expression thoughtful as he observed its demeanor. "I don't think so," he replied, his voice calm as he kept the cat close but allowed it space to move if it wished. "It doesn't seem distressed or malnourished. If anything, it looks quite healthy."

"Uh-huh? How do you know that?" Augustus quipped with a raised eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer, inspecting the cat with mock seriousness. "Are you a certified cat expert now, Marcellus?"

Marcellus chuckled softly, his gaze still focused on the cat. "Well, I did grow up around animals," he retorted, his tone light but confident. "Unlike some people who think fruit and milk is a legitimate meal."

Augustus straightened up, feigning offense. "Hey, it's a balanced breakfast!" he protested with a grin, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Besides, cats eat milk too, right?"

"Forget it. Why is there even a cat in here in the first place." I cut Marcellus off, placing both of my hands on my hips.

"Good question."

"Obviously."

Just then, the cat suddenly panicked, its fur standing on end. With a swift, angry motion, it scratched Marcellus with its claws and hissed loudly before darting away under a nearby table. Marcellus yelped, clutching his arm where the cat had left a red, angry scratch. "See? Even the cat thinks your breakfast is ridiculous!"

"Oh, shut it. You're being dramatic," Augustus shot back, his grin widening. "It's just a scratch. You'll live." Augustus chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly as he glanced at Marcellus. "Maybe it just doesn't like your attitude, Marcellus. Can't blame the poor thing."

I rolled my eyes at their banter and stepped forward, picking up the book I had dropped in the commotion. "Enough, both of you," I said firmly, my tone brooking no argument. "Let's focus on our charm practice. We didn't come here to argue about breakfasts and cats."

"See? You made her mad."

"I haven't done anything!" Augustus protested, holding up his hands in mock innocence.

May God bless me for having such a patient personality. If you're not patient enough, you could've easily lost your temper with these two and stormed out ages ago. But here I am, sticking it out, dealing with their endless bickering and the occasional chaos they bring.

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filmofhybe · 11 months ago

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loud Christmas Carols

🗯️ pairing : Nishimura Riki x oc 💌 Genre: fluff , neighbors 680 wc

; AUTHORS NOTES : last Niki story before he turns 18 maybe I’ll do one before his birthday on the 8th but oh my gosh when I tell you I’m not prepare for this. I’m really not, I really grew up with him and all I can say is time goes by fast. :(

Masterlist to my other works

It was December, and y/n was looking forward to a peaceful and relaxing holiday season. The college semester had been hectic, and all she wanted to do was unwind in the comfort of her own apartment. However, her plans were unexpectedly disrupted by her new neighbor - Niki . Every day, without fail, Niki would blast Christmas carols at top volume, making it impossible for y/n to focus on anything else. And today is one of those days, trying to watch “Gilmore Girls” but can’t.

Y/n tried to be patient at first, understanding that it was the holiday season and people had different ways of celebrating it. However, as the days went by and the relentless jingle bells jingle bells jingle rock and all I want for Christmas is you continued to invade her space, her patience wore thin.

One evening, as "Santa Baby" reverberated through the walls, y/n decided she had had enough. She marched over to Niki's door and, with a bit of aggressiveness, knocked on his door, waited for him to answer. When the door swung open, y/n found herself face to face with the source of her irritation.

Niki stood before her, looking every bit as surprised as she felt. He was tall with blonde and black undercut hair along with warm, expressive eyes that seemed to twinkle much like the Christmas lights adorning his apartment. y/n couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and she felt her annoyance waver in the face of his unexpected charm. Ugh if you weren’t so damn gorgeous I would’ve yelled you right this instant..

"Hi," she began, her voice tumbling out in a mix of nervousness and frustration. "I'm your neighbor, Y/N. I don't mean to intrude, but the music has been really loud lately, and it's been hard for me to relax and study. Could you please keep it down a bit?" She didn’t want to come off as rude, but for the love of God she just can’t stand it anymore, at the moment it really doesn’t matter if hes cute..

Niki, taken aback by y/n’s presence, quickly realized just how pretty she was. Her eyes held a mixture of determination and vulnerability, and he found himself captivated by her presence. Without a word, he nodded, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm so sorry," he replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I didn't realize it was bothering you. I'll turn it down right away." Oh how he wouldn’t give a damn if it was some old grumpy ass lady. However, if it’s coming from someone like you. Oh he’s down bad and will 100% obey.

As Niki lowered the volume of the music, Y/N found herself smiling in return, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She hadn't expected Niki to be so understanding, and she was grateful for his quick compliance. As they exchanged a few more polite words, y/n couldn't help but notice how Niki's eyes seemed to light up as they spoke.

“I hope you don’t miss me jamming out to my Christmas music. Don’t miss me too much that you come back running and asking me to play it louder.”

“Oh don’t worry, if you do I’m going to play my show louder than your music.”

In the days that followed, her and Niki found themselves running into each other more often. Their encounters were always brief—passing in the hallway or sharing a quick hello in the building's common areas—but each time, y/n found herself feeling inexplicably drawn to Niki's easygoing nature and genuine kindness.

Meanwhile, Niki couldn't shake the image of y/n from his mind. Her determined yet endearing manner had left a lasting impression on him, and he found himself looking for excuses to bump into her, cherishing each fleeting moment they shared.

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mysticsparklewings · 1 month ago

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Obscutober 2024 Day 4: Apricate ☀️

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Apricate (v.)

to bask in the sun; to expose to sunlight

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Hope you’re all feeling as good as a cat sleeping in the window on this 4th day of Inktober 😉

I’m not really because it’s a traveling day & those wear me out, but hey could be worse! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece ✨

(Apologizes in advance for any formatting issues; I wasn’t able to draft the Tumblr post before we got on the road and I am so not used to doing this on mobile. 😅)

⭐️ Like My Art and Want to see more of it? Here's All My Links! ⭐️

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I apologize for the lack of my normal description today, Sparklers. As I mentioned yesterday, I've got on my plate today and I just don't have the time to get into the details right now! I'll see if I can come back in the evening and flesh things out more, but for now I'll leave you with just some bullet point thoughts:

My primary inspiration was kitty cats basking in "puddles" of sunshine they find on the floor, or sitting in sunny windows, etc. Hence the cat-window-silhouette thing happen as sort of the main focus of the mandala.

I also thought of sunflowers, and coincidentally sunflowers are non-toxic to cats, so it would be acceptable for a kitty to sit in a patch of sunflowers while both flowers and feline face the sun.

More obscurely, to help fill space and add contrast, I thought of these things.

I tried to go for a little bit of an effect with the background like the sun is actually shining through the windows, but I'm not sure I pulled it off correctly.

I was 95% done with this piece when I realize it looked much more washed out on screens that were not my iPad, so I had to back track a bit and try to fix it. Now I think it looks too dark with how low I keep the brightness on a lot of my device screens, but I think a lot of people keep their screens brighter than I do by default (at least during the day) so I'm sticking with it.

I'm still not really happy with the "red" for the curtains. I was going for a kind of desaturated dark coral, but it kept coming out either too pink or too dark. Ultimately I settled for too dark because it went better with the sun-through-windows idea, where the curtains would be more shadowed anyway.

White might have been the more natural choice for the lines, but then you probably couldn't see the cat silhouette and I could not be bothered going back and changing it to outlines. [And it looked kinda weird as outlines when I first started drawing it, which is largely why I ended up filling it in the first place.

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Artwork © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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darkstar225 · 1 year ago

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Twice's 10th member has anorexia part 2 ft Big Sis Tzuyu

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anonwho gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: hi 🙈

was wondering if you could do a pt 2 to the anorexia story? with tzuyu.. based on the link below, and tzuyu wondering why reader isn't eating and helps her out through a meal. only if you want to though!! i love all your work 🩷

https://x.com/tzuwieee25/status/1703697667115909254?s=46&t=g_YNbnB_rMuZSbmSZopziQ

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The days at the TWICE dorm had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. While the members had hectic schedules, they always made time to bond over meals, sharing stories and laughter. However, there was something amiss during these meals that hadn't gone unnoticed by one particular member... Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, known for her gentle and considerate nature, had developed a habit of making sure she ate last during their communal meals. It wasn't because she had a preference for eating alone, it was because she wanted to ensure that no food was wasted. She would observe how much each member ate and then finish whatever was left, preventing any leftovers from going to waste.

As time passed, Tzuyu began to notice a troubling pattern. Y/N, the youngest and 10th member of TWICE, had been eating less and less during their meals. Her portions grew smaller, and she often found excuses to skip meals altogether. Tzuyu couldn't ignore the signs any longer. She had seen the same behaviours in Y/N that she had once observed in herself, a struggle with food and an unhealthy relationship with eating.

One evening, as the members gathered around the dining table for dinner, Tzuyu took a deep breath and decided it was time to reach out to her little sister. She had been quietly observing her bestie's behaviour for weeks, and her concern had grown with each passing day.

As they began to eat, Tzuyu noticed that Y/N was pushing her food around her plate, barely taking a few bites. Her heart ached at the sight, and she knew she couldn't stay silent any longer. Tzuyu leaned closer to Y/N and spoke in a gentle, soft voice.

Tzuyu - Baby, is everything okay? You haven't been eating much lately.

The maknae looked up, startled by her unnie's question. She quickly tried to put on a brave face, not wanting to burden her mate.

Y/N - Oh, it's nothing, Tzuyu unnie. I'm just not that hungry today.

Tzuyu didn't buy the excuse. She had seen the same words come from her own lips before she had sought help.

Tzuyu - My heart, I've noticed that you've been eating less for a while now. Please, talk to me. You don't have to go through this alone.

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she met Tzuyu's concerned gaze. She hadn't expected anyone to notice, let alone confront her about it. She felt a mixture of shame and relief wash over her.

Y/N - I...I've talked with Jihyo Omma and Nayeon unnie but I'm still struggling with anorexia. *quivering voice*

Y/N - I didn't know how to tell anyone else, and I was afraid of disappointing everyone. *pouts*

Tzuyu reached out to gently hold her sister's hand, her eyes filled with empathy.

Tzuyu - Darling, you could never disappoint us. We're here for you, and we care about your well-being. We want to make sure you're okay. If something's bothering you, you can talk to us.

Tzuyu's words struck a chord with Y/N, just as they had with her during her own struggles. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer and allowed herself to cry, knowing that she was in the presence of a true friend who understood her pain.

Tzuyu moved her chair closer to her sunshine's, wrapping her arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace.

Tzuyu - It's okay, angel. Let it out. You're not alone in this.

As TWICE's golden youngest cried, the other members of the table exchanged concerned glances but decided to give the maknaes their space. Tzuyu continued to offer her support, silently reassuring her little sister that she was there for her no matter what.

When Y/N's tears had finally subsided, Tzuyu offered her a warm smile.

Tzuyu - You don't have to face this alone, sweetheart. We're going to help you every step of the way.

Over the following weeks, Tzuyu and Y/N embarked on a journey towards recovery together. Tzuyu made it her mission to ensure that TWICE's cutie pie ate properly during their joint meals. She sat beside her, encouraging her to take more bites and providing a comforting presence. Tzuyu's own experience with food struggles allowed her to empathize with Y/N's situation and offer guidance without judgment.

The youngest's portions grew healthier, and she began to regain her strength. With Tzuyu's unwavering support and the understanding of the other members, she felt more confident in her recovery.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner together, Y/N looked at Tzuyu with gratitude in her eyes.

Y/N - Thank you, Tzuyu unnie. You've been a lifeline for me during this. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Tzuyu smiled warmly.

Tzuyu - You're not alone, Y/N. We're a family, and we take care of each other. I'm proud of you for fighting this battle.

As they shared their meal that night, Y/N felt a newfound sense of hope and support. She knew that her journey to recovery wouldn't be easy, but with Tzuyu and her other older sisters by her side, she felt stronger than ever.

The days passed, and Y/N continued to make progress in her recovery. She began to eat more confidently, and her laughter once again filled the dorm. Tzuyu's heart swelled with pride and joy as she watched her friend regain her health and happiness.

One day, as they sat in their shared room, Y/N turned to Tzuyu with a smile.

Y/N - Thank you, unnie. You've been my rock through all of this.

Tzuyu humbly brushed off the praise.

Tzuyu - It was my pleasure, love. We take care of each other, remember?

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Y/N - I do remember, and I'm so grateful to have you as my best friend.

Tzuyu leaned in to give her sister a warm hug.

Tzuyu - And I'm grateful to have you as my best friend too, sunshine. We'll always support each other, no matter what.

As they embraced, Y/N felt a deep sense of belonging and love within the TWICE family. She knew that with a sister like Tzuyu, she could face any challenge that came her way, and her journey to recovery was proof of their now stronger bond. And as Tzuyu looked down at her only dongsang's expression, she had a single thought:

I am proud of our dear maknae.

And the writer behind the screen had something similar in mind:

I am proud of my dear readers.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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atwooozi · 5 months ago

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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 21: Flaws and All

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: The Allers-Armstrong family attempts an unusual rehearsal dinner to prepare for a guest. (check the author's notes for content warnings.)

A/N: CW: emotionally heavy and talks about anxiety

Hello everyone! As it turns out I'm a liar and I am posting today instead of next Thursday. I'm honestly so happy that I was able to write this chapter. I actually have a beta reader for the other WIP that I'm currently working on and she's been so helpful with helping me think more deeply about character motivations and dialogue. If you wanna check out some of her stuff she goes by Zark or Linotte-Miller on tumblr. I think her writing is beautiful and I'm actually going to be helping her with her WIP once she's out of the planning phase so I'm really excited.

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Chapter 21: Flaws and All

Fall 11

“I don’t think normal families do this,” Maru said as she took her seat at the table.

The “this” that Maru was referring to was a rehearsal dinner of sorts. And she was right, normal families didn’t do this, but the Allers-Armstrong wasn’t the most functional family, unfortunately. A good dinner in their house was one where no one talked, so a rehearsal dinner was practically a necessity if they were going to have a guest over who wasn’t Sam or Abigail.

Sebastian snorted as he took his seat across from her. “What makes you think we’re a normal family?”

“I think the term is nuclear family,” Demetrius interjected, obviously only half listening as he took his seat at the table.

Maru and Sebastian exchanged glances, but neither bothered to correct Demetrius. Correcting him right now would open a can of worms that would most likely bleed into tomorrow’s dinner. Angeline didn’t need to deal with that. In all honesty, Sebastian didn't want her to see the cracks in his family-life.

“Do you think spaghetti is too simple for tomorrow?” Robin asked as she took her seat at the table. Tonight they were eating salmon. Sebastian honestly loved all the meals that his mom cooked. He was just grateful that she would make enough for him even when he didn't join them at the table most nights. Sebastian couldn't help but feel worried when he watched his mom frown as she looked down at her plate.

Although this dinner was his mom's idea he didn't want her to stress over it. It was supposed to be fun…but why did it put such a pit in his stomach? It wasn't even just him, but his mom too. She was always so confident so if even she was worried then he must be doomed.

“I think we should have bean hotpot,” Demetrius suggested as he picked at his salad.

Sebastian made a face at Demetrius’ suggestion and shook his head. "No–Mom... Look, I think spaghetti is fine.” He did his best to reassure her. “I don’t really think Angeline is going to care.”

“Maybe we should make rhubarb pie, too?” Maru suggested, also doing her best to be helpful.

“Is rhubarb even in season right now?” Robin questioned.

“Oh yeah…” Maru pursed her lips and shrugged. “I don’t think we should just do spaghetti, though.”

Robin nodded, “Yeah, I think it’s too simple.” She looked over to Sebastian, pointing her fork in his direction to emphasize what she was saying. “Text Angeline and ask her what she likes.”

“Now?” Sebastian asked with a frown.

“Now.”

Sebastian felt conflicted as he hesitated to reach for his phone. Not that he ever cared before, but Demetrius hated when phones were out at the table. Something about it keeping a person from being present. Yet, Demetrius would read a newspaper or some scientific journal during dinner and that was never considered an issue. Regardless–Sebastian didn't want to create a problem that could easily be avoided.

“Yeah, you should do it now.” Maru agreed. “That way someone can go to the store before it gets too late.”

Sebastian sighed as he pulled out his phone. He didn’t realize it until now but his palms were sweating. He wasn’t sure if it was his nerves, the heat, or both. Not only were his palms clammy, but his fingers were trembling.

He swallowed thickly as he tried to will his hands to stop shaking, but it didn’t work. If anything, the shaking got worse. He balled his freehand into a fist to make the shaking stop.

“I thought we all agreed on no phones at the dinner table?” Demetrius said as he watched Sebastian with a disapproving look.

Sebastian frowned as he looked between his Demetrius and his mom. At this point, he wanted to text Angeline and tell her not to come. He wanted to lie and say that Maru had the flu so they’d have to reschedule. With the way his heart was pounding in his chest, he felt like he might faint.

This is a bad idea.

“Oh stop,” Robin said as she nudged Demetrius’ shoulder. “I told him to.”

Demetrius frowned and gave a shrug not saying much more, but it was obvious how he felt about it by the face he made. It made Sebastian grit his teeth because no matter what he did Demetrius would have a problem. If he didn’t listen to his mom he’d get a lecture. If he said no he wouldn’t text Angeline he’d get a lecture. If he broke the stupid dinner rules he’d get a disapproving look. He couldn’t win.

“I don’t want to have this dinner tomorrow,” Sebastian admitted in the steadiest voice he could manage.

“What?” Robin shifted in her seat to give Sebastian her full attention. “Why not Sebby?”

Sebastian just shook his head. He couldn’t say what he wanted to say. No, that wasn’t it. It was that he shouldn’t say it. He shouldn’t tell his fucked family that they were the reason that he wanted to cancel the dinner. How could he say that without it coming out horribly wrong and leading to an argument that he knew would get him kicked out of the house? How could he say that without breaking his mother's heart? He refused to do that.

He swallowed his words and took a deep breath. He wanted to be calm. He needed to be calm. But he couldn’t look up at them as he said the words, so instead, he looked down at the table.

“...I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Robin and Maru exchanged concerned glances before looking back over to Sebastian, waiting for him to continue. They sat in silence for a few tense minutes. No one ate, no one dared to say a word, the only movement came from Demetrius as he looked over whatever journal he had brought with him to the table. It all felt so suffocating. Between the arbitrary rules and the heavy tension that infected this house Sebastian felt like he couldn't breathe.

Sebastian couldn’t bring Angeline here. If he did she’d hate him. He was sure of it. She would see all his weak parts he tried his best to hide. The only person that made him feel normal wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore and he couldn't take that hit.

Sebastian stood up from the table abruptly, causing the table to clatter and quickly made his way out the door. Doing his best to ignore his mom’s and sister's calls for him as he ran away. He needed to get out before the situation became worse. It wasn’t the smartest move, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do at the moment.

Without realizing it, Sebastian was making his way down the mountain path to Angeline’s farm. Usually, when Sebastian needed to clear his head he’d either run off to Zuzu or hide out with Linus for a bit, but instead he was making his way to Angeline’s. Just the thought of her made him feel a bit more relaxed. She was his new safe place and as sweet as that was, it was equally just as terrifying.

Sebastian gulped as he stood in front of Angeline’s farmhouse. He wanted to run through the door and just collapse in her arms much like a child would do after a long day at school. He felt so emotionally exhausted. Would Angeline regret liking him if she saw him like this? He didn’t want to know.

“...Sebastian?”

Sebastian felt his heart stop when he heard Angeline’s voice call out to him. It was so gentle and full of concern. It made him feel so much lighter. And while that feeling was so comforting he could feel fear creeping into the back of his mind. He didn't want his happiness to depend completely on another person. It was too fast to be so attached, but he couldn't help it.

He really didn’t want her to see him so broken, but he could only hide it from her for so long. He reluctantly turned around to face her and he felt his heart start to beat once more, almost painfully fast.

She didn’t say anything as she walked towards him. Without any hesitation, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, nuzzling her face into his neck as she held him close.

It took Sebastian a moment before his body was able to respond to Angeline’s touch, but he returned the hug, holding her just as tightly to him. And without realizing it tears were rolling down his cheeks. He didn’t even know he was crying until his chest heaved as he sobbed into Angeline’s shoulder.

And what did she do while he cried? Angeline rubbed gentle circles along his back as she gently cradled his head, letting him cry into her now tear-stained shirt. She didn’t try to say anything or try to get him to stop. She just let him cry and he had never felt so thankful before in his life.

Angeline continued to hold Sebastian close, offering a silent comfort that he desperately needed. His sobs gradually subsided, leaving him feeling drained but slightly more at peace. The warmth of her embrace soothed his raw nerves that had been building steadily up for days.

“Do you want to come inside?” Angeline asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Angeline gently took his hand and led him into the farmhouse. It smelled faintly of pine, much like his own house, but unlike there this place felt more like home. It was small, but it felt cozy. It didn’t carry the same tense atmosphere that he was used to. He felt welcome.

“Sit, I’ll get you something to drink,” Angeline said, guiding him to a chair at the kitchen table.

Sebastian sat down, his legs felt like they could give out at any moment. He watched as Angeline moved around her small kitchen to get him a glass of water. He didn’t think it was necessary for her to dote on him like this, but he appreciated it.

Angeline poured him a glass of water and placed it in front of him before taking a seat across from him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked gently, her eyes filled with concern.

Sebastian took a sip of water, trying to gather his thoughts. He wasn’t sure exactly how to go about telling her that his family was a dysfunctional mess, but he also knew that keeping it all inside wasn’t helping him either since he basically had an emotional breakdown in her front yard.

“It’s just…” His voice was hoarse from crying. He tried his best to clear his throat before he continued. “My family is a mess a-and I don’t want you to see that.”

Sebastian looked away from Angeline and found himself staring at the floor. “I don’t want you to see me like this…”

Angeline reached across the table and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. “Sebastian, I care about you, no matter what.”

Her words felt like a lifeline that he wasn’t even aware that he needed. She pulled him back from the edge of his own despair. He took a deep breath and looked back at her feeling a bit stronger than he did just moments ago.

“I’m scared that if you see my family…if you see me, you’ll change your mind,” he admitted.

Angeline’s expression softened, and she stood up, walking around the table to kneel beside him. Sebastian tried to shrink away from her from his chair, but he couldn’t escape her gaze. She looked at him with eyes filled with unwavering support.

“Sebastian, I like you,” Angeline said firmly. “I want to be there for you through all of it.”

“But–”

Angeline shook her head. “ All of it. ”

Sebastian pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if she could disappear in an instant if he were to let go.

“Thank you.”

Angeline hugged him back just as tightly, she made him feel as if he wasn’t so alone. He felt whole. They stayed like this for a while, finding solace in each other’s embrace. Eventually, Angeline pulled back slightly and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Wanna sit on the porch?” She suggested. “Some fresh air might be good.”

Sebastian nodded and reluctantly let Angeline go. They stood up and walked out of the cabin, hand in hand. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the acres of land. The view from the mountains was beautiful, but it was just as nice if not better from the farm.

Angeline pulled Sebastian down to sit with her, leaning against the wall. With her by his side, he felt like he could face anything. He wasn’t alone anymore. Not as long as he had her there.

They sat there silently, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Angeline leaned her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close.

“Hey.” Sebastian broke the silence.

Angeline glanced up at him. “Hey.”

“Could you picture me living on a farm?”

Angeline giggled and nuzzled up to Sebastian. “Is it possible to be an emo farmer?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and if he wasn't so emotionally exhausted he'd probably laugh a little at Angeline’s lame joke. He felt a sense of calm settle over him as he sat there on Angeline’s porch looking up at the stars. If he could pick a moment to live in it would be this moment. He’d stay here forever.

#stardew valley sebastian x oc #fanfic #sdv sebastian #fanfiction #sdv #stardew sebastian #ao3 fanfic #stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian sdv

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hiimbloblos · 11 months ago

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Clocks and cogs

~1600 words || heavy use of cybertronian language for body parts, time and length || Just some Rung and Whirl bonding over how ancient Rung is :) || cross-posted to AO3

Heyy you know when you scroll your Tumblr and you find something so perfect as a fic prompt that you decide to make it into a fic? Well there's this post by @powerlineangel that fits into that category!

- ...If, given a choice, you could return to you wrecker days, would you?

- Would I? Would I?! You're seriously asking me that? - Whirl lifted himself up from the berth. He turned his helm so his optic would stare right at Rung, as if trying to intimidate him.

The therapist didn't even flinch, still waiting for an answer. Whirl kept his gaze on the orange mech, but instead of trying to come up with an answer, he got distracted by... something. He couldn't figure out what it was, but being in Rung's office today made him... uneasy. Something was wrong.

- Of course I would. - Whirl finally turned away his gaze, but was still almost painfully aware that something was bothering him. - Those were my coolest days!

Did the lightning in this office change?

-Wreckin', rulin', killing bots who deserved it.

Did Rung move everything in his office by a microhic just to mess with him? That doesn't sound like a Rung thing to do.

- Things were simpler during the war, y'know. No time to think about rights and wrongs.

Whirl was starting to get agitated. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, but he couldn't figure out what he's supposed to be looking for in the first place!

Rung stopped his train of thought with some clever remark and Whirl's voicebox made a grumpy noise. He wasn't listening to him right now, he wanted to figure out what--

And then it clicked. Quite literally: something made a familiar clinking sound and made Whirl look at the source of the noise. The source of the noise was somethere where Rung was sitting, so Whirl looked at the orange mech with confusion. And then it clicked for the second time, but this time metaphorically - it was Whirl's processor figuring out the source of his irritation. He didn't listen to Rung this entire time, but should've - because the feeling of uneasiness was coming from the therapist himself.

- You're annoying me. Right now. - Whirl said bluntly, again staring into Rung's face.

- I'd say I'm surprised, but I cannot bring myself to lie to you. - Rung started writing something on his datapad.

- Not in a usual way. - Whirl shook his head, - I mean, that too, that's always a thing. - Rung got intruiged and stopped writing. - I don't like the sounds coming from you.

- ...What do you mean by that?

- You're ancient, right? You gotta be full of cogs and levers.

- I wouldn't say it's as primitive as that...

- I've noticed it awhile ago. You sound very similar to my clocks. But right now the sounds are... off.

- I'm sure whatever is wrong with my inner workings can be fixed with a visit to the medibay. Besides-- - Rung tried to say something else, but got interrupted by a claw to his intake.

- Shh!

The office got silent. Whirl listened very intently, even got his audials closer to the mech in front of him. Even Rung directed his audio sensors inwards to figure out what bothered Whirl. And then his optics made it look like he winced at what he had heard.

- Alright eyebrows, sit here. Now I'm your therapist. - Whirl jumped off the berth, clanked his claws eagerly and gestured Rung to sit down, who hesitantly placed the datapad away, to his computer, and stood up. - Actually, no, wait. I need my stuff. I'll be right back.

- Or-- Whirl, - Rung stopped his patient midway through the door. - I could go with you. So you won't have to take the entirety of your workshop here.

If Whirl still had a face, he would probably smirk at how-- eager? Rung was. But he nodded instead, his voicebox making an amused sound.

- Sure.

- Get comfortable. - Whirl gestured over to the chair near the table.

Rung complied and sat down, curiously looking at blue mech's machinations. Claws quickly ghosted over the table, collecting the tray, lubricant vials and little boxes of spare cogs. Whirl put everything on a tray and turned around to his patient.

- I need you to open up. If you're not scared of me poking around in your chassis, that is.

Rung took off his glasses, placed them on the table, and laid his arms on the armrests. A low hiss broke the silence of the room as Rung's chassis opened up, revealing many mechanisms around the spark chamber.

Without much hesitation the tip of blue mech's claw transformed to reveal a tiny screwdriver and he dove right to the source. Stiff clicks and thuds filled Rung's audials. This felt... odd. Oddly comforting. Sure, Whirl is the ship's nutjob, he had a certain reputation and he had a certain history, but right now, him working so meticulously, so delicately inside Rung's chassis... The orange mech almost felt safe.

- When was the last time you changed your oil?

- Sometime in the last quartex. Why?

Whirl shook his head, took a step back and transformed his claw back into its full form.

- Wrong oil. Too viscous for a mechanism like yours. - Whirl put on an attachment on his claw (this one looked almost like a needle), took out a vial and dipped the needle inside, taking some lubricant onto it. He turned back to Rung and lowered himself back to work.

- W-well, - Rung got interrupted by claws snapping inside his chest cavity and hissed. Whirl raised his optic at him, but Rung waved him away. - That's the oil I've been using... for a long while. I think some medic recommended it to me a couple megacycles ago, assuring me that it's the best there is.

- Yes, it is one of the best oils you can get, no doubt about it. - Whirl's voicebox made another grumpy sound and he straightened up in front of the orange mech, towering over him. - But it's not the best for your type of mechanism.

- Why is that?

- Because, - Whirl pointed at the open chassis in front of him, - if you use the wrong oil, you have to change it way too frequently. How often do you change it, anyway?

- Every kilocycle.

- See? With the right oil you'd have to do this every 4 or 5 kilocycles. You're wasting time and money! - Rung chuckled at that, but was stopped by Whirl abruptly pinning him down. - Hey! Stop moving! Unless you want your cogs spilled everywhere.

Rung reluctantly relaxed and let the claws continue their work.

- How did you start working with clocks?

- Are you kidding? You know that already, I told that story back when Fort Max wrecked your room and when you were playing a decoration at Swerve's bar.

- Yes, yes you did. But that's not what I meant. Why clocks?

- “Why”, “why-why-why”. Why not clocks? I can build them, I can fix them, I can improve them. I used to get lots of money off that, too. Even now I think I'm better at it than I used to be.

- How so?

- Well, functionalists thought that taking away my servos would make me worse at my hobby. Turns out that when you have claws instead of digits - installing upgrades becomes less problematic and tinkering with clocks becomes easier. Who would've thought? Not the functionalists, that's for sure.

Rung's dermas flattened into a thin smile. It was nice to see Whirl being so enthusiastic about anything but killing. Rung almost made a comment about it, but something inside his chest cavity snapped again, this time followed by a dry “Uh-oh”. Whirl took out a piece of a broken cog out of the cavity and showed it to the cog's owner.

- Sor... Hm. I'm so-- - Whirl's voicebox crackled and he stopped himself to think. - I'll replace it. - he finally managed to say, turning to his table.

- You could return to watchmaking, Whirl. When we're done with our sessions. - Rung looked at the blue mech's yellow optic, looking for a reaction. Which he kind of did get - for a bot who doesn't internalize his thoughts, Whirl was uncharacteristically quiet, continuing to work on fixing his mistake. - I'll.. Leave you with that thought. For now.

- Done. You can close up now.

Rung closed his chassis and once more directed his audio sensors inwards. He knew his somatic soundtrack better than most and right now the muffled sounds of his parts were the same as usual, maybe even a tad bit more melodic than he's used to.

- Incredible. - this is all Rung could muster. Word-wise. His face, though, was beaming with a genuine smile. - What did you do?

- Err... just changed some oil, wound up some springs and brushed off some deep-rooted grime. Nothin' too fancy. - Whirl dropped his claw attachments into a jar of degreaser and put it aside.

- I feel much better now. Thank you. - Rung took his glasses from the table and put them on. - Now, Whirl, I want to ask you one last question for today.

Whirl stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at the orange mech. Then the room shook with his thunderous laughter.

- Oh, so you did this to trick me into therapy again! Sure, go ahead while I'm in a good mood.

- If, given a choice, you could return to you wrecker days, would you?

- You already asked me that question today. - Whirl tilted his helm in confusion.

- I did! - Rung put his servos together. - But I would like to know if you've changed your mind. So?

- I think I would, yeah. Those were my coolest days, remember? - Whirl turned his gaze back to cleaning up his desk.

- Right. Of course.

#transformers #whirl #rung #transformers idw #blobmakes #Oh boy I sure love sharing my Transformers writing on a Mcyt blog where nobody's really a fan of Transformers!#DON'T CARE MY BLOG + TOUCHING GRASS #But also I learned so much. About clocks. And used NONE OF THAT INFO BAYBEEE #I was researching so much that I started reading about Atomic clocks #DIDDD YOU KNOWWW!! THAT atomic clocks' accuracy is 1 second in a BILLION YEARS #Not really billion it's more like 100 million but STILL. THAT'S SO COOL

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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North Mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna's care. During that time, Anna realises there is more to Elsa than meets the eye. The truth about Elsa’s past comes to light after an unexpected family reunion, and both girls’ lives begin to fall apart when they realise Elsa wasn’t the only one with a big secret and a turbulent past.

Anna/Kristoff - Elsa - Family - Family drama - hurt/comfort - Modern AU - Elsa & Kristoff are adoptive brother and sister - Ice bros - Found family - Serious injuries - Mental health issues - Health issues - Frohana

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Comfortably numb

Is there anybody in there?

“Anna?” Elsa said, blinking a few times as she realised her sister was standing in the kitchen, her forearms casually resting on the top rail of the opposite chair. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, you.” Anna smiled at her and sat down on the chair. “Kristoff called me this morning. He said you weren't doing so well. I wanted to give you some time to get better, but I just had to come, you know? Make sure you are alright after everything that happened.”

“I'm fine.” The answer came automatically, and Elsa wondered how long she had stayed sitting there, unmoving. It couldn’t be long, if not, Gerda would’ve dragged her to bed. She remembered ending a call with Marshall but she couldn't for the life of her remember what she had planned to do afterwards. Hadn't she been planning to go to bed? She raised her head and saw Anna, looking at her with a puzzled expression. How long had she stayed silent? Her mind kept lagging and the fog kept getting thicker. "You shouldn't have bothered coming. It's just a fever."

"No offence," Anna said, dropping her smile. "But you look terrible. Are you sure you're okay?"

"The drugs make me dizzy, that's all." No matter how hard she tried to downplay it, something told Elsa she was not fooling anyone this time. She was feeling weaker than she had in years and the dull ache all over her body was becoming difficult to ignore.

"Do you want me to come back another time? I totally don't mind—"

"Stay," Elsa ordered, not giving Anna much of an option. "This nausea will go away…" She couldn’t remember the amount of times she had repeated that over the day and hoped her sister could become a needed distraction.

"It’s nice to see you’re finally eating something.” Anna pointed with her head to the brunost toasts that were still waiting to be eaten. “Seriously, I wonder how you manage to go on for hours without food in your stomach. We skipped lunch today and I can barely think of anything else.”

"You like it, don't you?” Elsa pushed the tray closer to Anna, showing no intention of eating the food in it. She had given her best trying to drink the tea Gerda had made, but all she had managed was half a cup.

Anna’s cheeks flushed red. "Are you sure?"

Elsa smiled and thought of how truly endearing her sister could be without realising. Her eyes were shining at the mere prospect of eating something as simple as some toast with cheese on top. She pushed the tray closer and nodded.

Without a second thought, Anna grabbed one of the toasts and took a bite without decorum. "Thank you. I love these," she said with her mouth full.

Elsa smiled again and enjoyed the silence that surrounded them while Anna preoccupied herself with the food. Even if it only lasted a few seconds.

And true to it, Anna carried on the conversation as soon as her mouth could articulate the sounds. "So…?" she said, as if she was expecting Elsa to start talking.

"Huh?"

"Will you tell me what happened the other night?"

"What do you mean?"

"The last time we saw each other," Anna began to say as she grabbed a second toast. "You left Kristoff’s place to go after Marshall. You can’t expect me not to ask about it." She then took another big bite, making Elsa wonder what would happen if Anna ever had to go without food for more than ten hours.

“So…” Anna insisted when she noticed Elsa had yet again got distracted.

It had only been a day and a half since those things had happened, but to Elsa it felt much longer. The fever had made her lose track of time in the worst sense and she felt the hours stretch for as long as they could at times. It was yet another way she felt she was losing control and she couldn’t stand it.

"We talked and…" Sighing tiredly, Elsa tried to come up with something to say that wouldn’t force her to talk about all that again. "You were right, I guess. I had to have more faith in him."

"I knew it!" Anna said with a triumphant laugh. "Now give me the details."

"There isn’t much to say." She was happy about having talked to Marshmallow, but she didn't have the energy to truly dwell on it, at least not the way Anna was expecting.

Just as Anna was opening her mouth to complain, Gerda walked into the kitchen, giving a fleeting glance to the tray in front of Anna. Her mouth twitched in disapproval for just a split of a moment and Elsa looked away, not wanting to see her disappointed look.

"Sorry to interrupt," Gerda said with a smile, pretending to ignore Elsa’s lack of appetite. "It’s time for Elsa to take these."

Elsa pulled a face as soon as her mother placed the small pill cup in front of her. “Is it really necessary?”

“Anna, would you like something to drink?” Gerda asked her daughter-in-law, paying no mind to Elsa’s question.

“I guess it is,” Elsa murmured to herself, knowing perfectly well when Gerda’s lack of an answer was an answer in itself.

Anna smiled and answered Gerda's question before she turned to Elsa to continue their conversation. “You didn’t return. You must have gone somewhere.”

“I just went home.” Elsa made an effort to sit up straighter on her chair and picked the cup, not without looking at the pills inside with disgust.

“Kristoff said Marshall brought you here yesterday,” Anna suggested, hoping it would get Elsa to say something about it.

To Anna’s disappointment, Elsa didn’t answer. She was too concerned about the pills she had to take and the presence of her mother, who was still in the kitchen. She was certain her Gerda wouldn't leave any time soon, and she needed to find a way to take them without making her stomach turn. Deep down she knew her legs wouldn't support her weight on the way to the bathroom if she couldn't keep them in.

Being so focused on the medicine, Elsa failed to notice Gerda, who was calling Anna's attention over her shoulder. She had been paying attention to their conversation and decided to point out one important detail Anna hadn't noticed.

Anna understood there was something the old woman was trying to tell her, but she couldn’t interpret what it was. Until, after a few seconds of Gerda’s exasperated looks and mimics, the realisation dawned on her. Gerda was playfully trying to show her Elsa's extremely oversized t-shirt. A t-shirt Anna was sure didn’t belong to Kristoff.

The moment Elsa raised her eyes again, she was surprised to see Anna's accusatory finger pointing at her. "You stinker…” Anna said, a grin slowly drawing on her face as she spoke. "You're wearing one of his t-shirts!"

Elsa put the cup down and looked at her sister again before she looked down at the clothes she was wearing. She breathed out in irritation when she noticed she was in fact still wearing the t-shirt Marshall had lent her the previous day.

“You two spent the night together, didn’t you?” Anna amusingly accused, not being able to hide her excitement.

“No, we didn’t.” Elsa knew there was nothing she could say or do at this point to convince Anna otherwise, but somehow she had to try. At least to save Marshall from whatever story Anna was coming up with in her head.

Before Anna had the chance to protest, however, Gerda spoke again. And what Elsa originally thought to be her mother coming to her rescue, turned out to be an act of treachery. "It’s none of my business," Gerda said, pretending to be on Elsa's side. "But the blanket in her room is not hers either."

Turning around, as fast as her headache and dizziness allowed her, Elsa fulminated the old woman with a simple look. "Gerda, please, you’re not helping," she said between her teeth.

"Thank you for showing me your daughter is a barefaced liar, Gerda," Anna laughed and Elsa wished the earth could swallow her at that moment.

Once again, she couldn't help thinking how stupid she had been for not trusting Marshall the night she lost control of her powers. Staying at the mountain and talking to him — even if she suffered a second panic attack — had to be better than suffering from high fever, pain, and now feeling as if she'd die of embarrassment. "You two are getting it all wrong," she said in a small voice.

Not knowing what to do to hide her mortification, she leaned on the table and hid her face in the crook of her good arm. She could feel her head becoming extremely hot, making her feel even sicker than before. She wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment or her body choosing the worst possible time to raise its temperature, but she wanted the insufferable feeling to go away.

"Not to go against your word, dear.” She could hear Gerda say, as she lay a comforting hand on her back. “But, you’re the one who came home in your friend’s arms, wrapped up in one of his blankets and wearing his clothes. I think we are getting it just right."

"I don’t know why I even bother," Elsa murmured, her arm and the wooden table muffling her voice. Even if she had a justified reason to explain everything that had happened, she was too tired to deal with any of it anymore. All she wanted to do was go to bed and ignore Anna and Gerda, as well as the headache.

The older woman smiled sadly at her daughter and gently stroked her back. She reminded Elsa to take her pills, and with an excuse of needing to make a phone call in the other room, she left both girls alone once again.

Even if deep down Anna knew there was no need to keep dragging Elsa over the mud, she couldn’t let the chance of finally knowing what was really going on between her sister and the mountaineer escape. "You’re a terrible liar, you know?" she commented nonchalantly, unaware of Elsa's discomfort. “At this point I don’t even know why you try.”

"You make a big deal out of everything," Elsa said in a low voice.

The table tilted under the palm of her hand, and she raised her head to try and regain some stability. Her breathing was becoming more elaborated and her head was spinning. Knowing she couldn’t stay where she was for much longer, she tried to stand up but her legs wouldn’t cooperate, forcing her to use both arms to hold her weight on the table.

"Of course I make a big deal out of everything you two do. You're the only one blind enough not to see— Hey! Wow, Elsa, are you okay?” Anna stood up and tried to catch her before she fell to the ground.

Cursing out loud at the pain, Elsa let her body slump into the chair before Anna reached her. The sudden movement and pain that coursed through her hand left Elsa gasping for breath. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. It was just a fever…

Get you on your feet again.

“What?” Elsa said breathlessly, looking up and finding Anna leaning over her.

“I asked if you were okay. What happened?”

Realising her mind was playing tricks, bringing back memories she wished she could erase, she nodded and tried to get a hold of her breathing. "Can you help me get to my room?"

"Help you get–” Anna repeated, still trying to make sense of everything that had happened in an instant. She was aware Elsa had not been feeling well, yet she hadn't imagined her body was so weak it wouldn't support its own weight. “Are you sure you're okay?"

“Please…” Elsa begged Anna to help her and she cursed under her breath for not noticing Elsa was so sick sooner. “I don't want Gerda to worry. The dizziness will go away, but I need to lay down."

"Sure, let me– I'm sorry,” Anna said as she put an arm around her sister’s waist. “I didn't realise. I'm sorry."

After insisting Elsa leaned all her weight on her, Anna walked her out of the kitchen and straight into her bedroom. The moment they got there, Elsa allowed her body to sink into the bed with a heavy sight.

Sitting on the bed next to her sister, Anna cupped Elsa's face with one hand and exclaimed, “God, Elsa… You’re burning.”

“I can’t feel my powers anymore.”

Anna couldn't understand what she meant, but something told her Elsa had no energy left to explain it, and so she didn't ask.

“Elsa…” Anna called her name as she gently pushed her bangs away from her eyes. “Are you sure you don't want us to call a doctor? You don't look good.”

“All he does is put me to sleep,” Elsa explained through laboured breaths. “Making me sicker by the time I wake up again. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Anna looked at her with a pained expression, feeling conflicted. She knew how much Elsa despised the way drugs, and being in the presence of a doctor, made her feel, but she looked too sick to convince her she would get well on her own anytime soon. “I don’t know, Elsa. At least we should let Gerda know.”

“You know,” Elsa said, ignoring Anna’s concern. She was looking at her, but she didn't seem to be able to stay focused. “When I was a child I had a fever. Now I've got that feeling once again.”

‘I had the worst fever I’ve ever had that night…’ The memory of their conversation about her childhood all those months ago slammed back into Anna's memories, making her shudder. Was her sister feeling the same way she had felt back then? “I'm calling Gerda.”

But before Anna could leave her side, Elsa stopped her by holding her wrist. The grab was weak, but it meant enough to stop Anna from leaving. "Els, please, at least let me go get your medicine."

"Stay…" Elsa insisted, tightening her hold on Anna's wrist slightly.

She was certain Elsa's frown was meant to appease her pain and Anna felt like an idiot for letting her sister fool her. The first thing she had noticed when she got in the kitchen was how weak and tired she looked sitting alone, unaware of her presence. It should've been plain obvious she had been lying about the way she was feeling.

Making up her mind, Anna decided to sit back down next to Elsa, hoping she would fall asleep soon. Only then, she would tell Gerda what was going on. She wouldn't be respecting her sister's wishes exactly, but at least she'd let her sleep for a while before Gerda or anyone started prodding at her.

Absent-mindedly, Anna began to comb her sister's bangs with her fingers. Trying to keep them away from her eyes and not let them stick to her clammy forehead. She stayed by her side for several minutes until, as she had expected, Elsa's eyelids began to close. In less than half an hour, Elsa fell into a deep sleep and Anna took the opportunity to go out of the room and find Gerda.

She had only walked a few steps into the living room when she found her standing by the door with Kai and an older man she didn’t know.

"Anna, I'm glad you're here,” Gerda said, walking towards her as soon as she saw her. “I was on my way to tell you and Elsa that the doctor has arrived."

Breathing out in relief, Anna nodded. "I’m so glad to hear that. She fell asleep some minutes ago, but wasn't doing so well.”

"Something told me she wasn’t being honest." Walking past Anna, Gerda went into Elsa's room. "She's gotten worse in the last couple of hours. I called Jonnas as soon as I noticed her fever had gone up again."

"She said she was feeling dizzy when we were in the kitchen earlier." She didn't think 'dizzy' would describe the way Elsa almost fell to the ground, but she had no better word for it. "I had to help her get to bed. I think she's in pain too."

"Pain?" Gerda said, turning back to her. "Like a headache?"

"I don't know. I don't know how to describe it.” Anna said, getting closer. Gerda was already sitting by Elsa’s side and about to measure her temperature. “You could see she was trying to hide it. She didn’t want to worry you."

Gerda shook her head a few times, worry written all over her face. “If only she’d let me help her, it wouldn’t come to this.” A frown appeared on Gerda’s face when she checked the thermometer. “I'll let the doctor in. You can stay if you want, Anna, but we need to make sure—"

"Don't worry about me," Anna said, shaking her hands in front of her. "I was planning on going home, but I wanted to make sure someone checked on her before I did."

Gerda smiled at her and then turned her attention back to her daughter. "Could you please tell Jonnas to come into Elsa's room? He's talking with Kai in the living room."

With a nod, Anna exited her sister's room and headed to the living room to give the doctor the message as well as pick up her things.

"It's not my place to say if what happened was right or wrong." Anna heard the man say to Kai from the hallway. "But all his colleagues were on his side. He's an emotional man and made a mistake, Kai."

"He's been spending a lot of time with Elsa lately."

Kai's seriousness caught Anna's attention, and she couldn't stop herself from listening a bit more while she picked her jacket and the bag she had been carrying.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

"I'm afraid he might do something to her, Jonnas."

Jonnas laughed and Anna thought it didn't make much sense for the doctor to be acting so nonchalantly while Kai seemed so concerned.

"Do you want my opinion?" Jonnas said, resting a comforting hand on Kai's shoulder. "He's a little rough around the edges, but he has a sense of justice worth admiring. He wears his heart upon his sleeve too. I'd say it's a good thing if he keeps Elsa company in the mountains."

It certainly seemed like they were talking about Marshall but, no matter how intrigued she was, it was not her place to ask. She gathered her things and decided to stop their conversation before they got carried away. "Excuse me, Dr. Jonnas?" Anna called their attention. "Gerda asked me to tell you you should go see Elsa. She's in her bedroom."

Turning in her direction, the man smiled and thanked her for letting him know. He picked a bag he had at his feet and left her standing with Kai.

"How's Elsa?" Kai asked, ignoring that she had been listening to their conversation.

"I think it's a good thing the doctor came to see her."

Closing the door behind her, Anna looked at her watch and wondered which bus would be best for her to take. It was still early evening, but she had planned to have dinner with her parents and she wanted to have a moment to talk with Idunn while she cooked. Watching her mother cook was one of Anna's favourite family moments ever since she was a kid. And one she wished Elsa could one day enjoy alongside them, but she was trying to stay realistic about it. If she was honest, the day the three of them could sit down to talk seemed too far into the future to even picture it at that moment.

Finally making up her mind on which bus to take, she walked a few metres down the street and noticed there was a familiar SUV parked only a house away from the Bjorgmans'. A mischievous smile drew on her face and she walked straight to the vehicle.

Anna knocked twice on the passenger's window, and laughed at the driver's startled face. "I knew this truck was familiar." Anna said loudly, making sure Marshall heard her from inside.

Marshall leaned over the passenger’s seat and rolled down the window. He looked quite annoyed at her interruption, but Anna knew he was probably only ashamed he had been caught.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, leaning on her elbows over the open window.

"The man who just entered the house is Dr Nielsen, isn’t he?" Marshall asked, not paying attention to Anna's question.

"Is his first name Jonnas?"

Breathing out, doing nothing to conceal his annoyance, he nodded.

"Then that's him. What's wrong?" Deep down she hoped his discontent had nothing to do with the kind of professional the man was.

"Is Mr Bjorgman in the house?"

There was clearly something on Marsh's mind and Anna was too curious on what it was to start complaining about him ignoring her questions. "The two of them were talking in the living room when I left."

"Damn it," Marshal said under his breath and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.

"Everything okay, big guy?" Anna couldn't pretend she wasn't intrigued at that point. One thing was for him to be asking about the doctor and another too different was Kai's presence to be a problem.

"It doesn’t matter…" he said and leaned over towards the passenger's door once again to unlock it. He then gestured to Anna to get inside. "How’s Elsa?" he asked as soon as Anna was sitting by his side.

"You could easily knock on the door and visit her, you know?” she said playfully. “I just did."

Breathing out exasperatedly once again, Marshall tried to keep his irritation under control. "Forget about it."

"I’m just messing with you." Anna laughed and gently pushed his arm. "So, why are you lurking in the shadows again?"

"I think it's pretty obvious."

Anna looked at him and then at Kai and Gerda's house that could be seen from where they were parked. "You know, I fully support you and I’d like for you to become my brother-in-law one day, but this is borderline stalker behaviour."

Turning red as a beet, Marshall avoided Anna's gaze. "I'm not stalking. I was trying to make up my mind about visiting Elsa when you knocked on my window."

The fact he ignored her comment about them becoming family made Anna grin from ear to ear. His silence on the matter was all the confirmation that she needed at this point. "You don't need to be so shy, you know? Her family won't mind you visiting."

"I wouldn't be so sure," he said, still not meeting her eyes.

"Don’t be ridiculous." She felt as if he was exaggerating, but she could remember how nervous she'd been about meeting the Bjorgmans the first time. She could understand Marshall's apprehension about making the right impression. "You mean the world to Elsa, there's no way they won't—"

"Kai kicked me out last night."

"—welcome you and make you feel… Wait, what?” Anna stopped talking abruptly, trying to make sense of what he had just said. She couldn’t think of a single reason Kai could do something like that. The man was even sweeter than Gerda, for heaven’s sake. "No way,” she said in disbelief. “Did something happen between you two?"

"He blames me for what happened to Elsa.”

"Why would he blame—?"

“We argued and he kicked me out." He stopped her before she sidetracked and their conversation ended up revolving around himself. "Can you tell me how Elsa’s doing?"

It took a moment for Anna to come out of her shock, as she kept trying to find reasonable explanations to Kai acting in such a way. But she decided to leave it for another time.

"I’m not sure… She was too sick to even stand.” She felt awful about giving him bad news, but the last thing she’d do was lie to him. Maybe knowing Elsa’s condition would give him the push he needed to finally go knock on the Bjorgmans’ door and visit her.

"Did you get to talk to her?"

The concern written in his eyes melted Anna's heart, making her realise what Elsa meant when she said he was the softest person she knew. “She didn't say much,” Anna said, shaking her head. “She was weak, dizzy… and I think she was in pain.”

“How about the fever?”

“High.”

Marshall ran his good hand through his hair and let it rest on the back of his neck, softly massaging it to release some tension. “She called me earlier today, she insisted she was okay but– I don't know…”

Anna looked at the Bjorgmans’ house and wondered if there was something serious going on with Elsa. Gerda was more worried than she remembered ever seeing her, and now Marshall seemed to be concerned as well. Sure, they both loved Elsa, but they were usually more calm and collected than the rest of them. “The doctor's with her right now… Is there a reason we should be worried?”

“Ugh? No. No…” He hesitated. “Don’t worry. Are you staying with Kristoff? Is he picking you up?”

“Oh?” The sudden change of topic made her wonder if there was something he wasn’t telling her; but then again, Anna had no reason not to trust him. If the situation was truly concerning, she was certain he’d be knocking down the Bjorgmans’ door by now. “No. He’s working late today. I was on my way to take a bus home when I saw your car.”

“I'll drive you home, then.” Not waiting for an answer, Marshall started the car and drove off.

“It's not necessary,” Anna tried to say, but he was already focused on his task.

“I’ll feel more useful taking you home than sitting in the car, debating about knocking on Kai’s door or not.”

Understanding he needed to feel useful somehow, Anna ended up accepting his offer. She told him her parents’ address and then let him drive her there in almost complete silence. One thing was to be annoying and talkative when she wanted to get on his nerves or tease him about Elsa, but another thing was to act that way when she could see he was feeling so uneasy about everything that was going on.

To Anna’s surprise, however, he broke the silence before she did. “You’re rarely this quiet,” he said, turning to look at her.

“So… You now know about Elsa, right?” Anna asked, understanding that too quiet could be as bothersome as too talkative sometimes.

With a small smile, he nodded. “We talked the other night. I’ll be honest, I don't understand it. But I want to try…”

“We were all there…” Anna agreed, understanding exactly how he felt. Even if she had been completely accepting of Elsa’s powers, she couldn’t deny the strange feeling she got whenever she looked at her the first few weeks. It wasn’t fear. It wasn't a lack of comfort around her either. But there was this constant feeling of things not making sense. Even to this day, whenever she stopped to think about her sister, Anna had to accept Elsa didn’t make sense. And no doubt Marshall was feeling the same way. “I mean, we still are,” she clarified. “I don’t think any of us really understand.”

“Have you known for a long time?”

“Six or seven months… It seems longer, though.” On the inside, Anna felt as if she had known Elsa for years at this point. So much had happened between their families, it almost felt ridiculous to say she had known about her powers for only seven months.

“I wish she would’ve had more faith in me…” He said in a low voice. His eyes were fixed in the lights and cars in front of him, yet his mind was far away. “At least enough to tell me before all of this happened.”

“She didn’t ‘tell me’ tell me,” Anna reassured him. By all means, the two of them had been friends for a lot longer than Elsa and she had, it was only logical he felt somewhat hurt about finding out several months after her. Though the truth is there was no reason to compare. Things had been so extraordinarily different for them both. To mention one thing, she owed her friendship with Elsa to an accident in which she had almost died. “She lost control and the truth came to light. She didn’t tell anyone as far as I’m aware. She’s afraid of people leaving her behind, that’s why it’s hard for her to open up. But I’m sure she’s thrilled with the idea of you knowing. You mean so much more to her than you imagine.”

Even if he tried to keep a straight face, Anna noticed the small smile that drew on his face, making her smile as well. It was in moments like this Anna wished Elsa could see Marshall, truly see him, and notice the immeasurable devotion he had for her. He probably smiled that way in front of her too, but her sister was too blind to see it.

The two of them remained silent for the rest of the trip after that. They were both absorbed in their own thoughts and the atmosphere was too peaceful to disturb with small talk. When Marshall finally came to a full stop in front of her parents’ house, Anna turned to him and thanked him for the ride.

“It’s the least I could do.” Marshall said with an honest smile. “You stood by my side the other night, telling Elsa to give us a chance to talk.”

Anna felt proud she had stood by what she thought was right that night, and knowing Marshall appreciated it, made her feel even better about it. At least she hadn't intervened for naught. “My pleasure.”

Getting out of the car, Anna realised it wasn't usual for them to have a chance to talk so openly to one another. She could see Marshall was slowly but steadily letting her in, and allowing her to see a side he usually reserved for Elsa exclusively. Taking advantage of this strange opportunity and Marshall's good predisposition, Anna dared say, “Could I ask you a favour?"

"Sure."

"Please, go visit her.” It may seem as if Anna was just teasing him once again, though she truly wanted Marshall to see Elsa. There were things her sister only confided in him, and she was certain Elsa would love to see him. “She couldn’t even keep her head up but she took the time to call you. You have to agree with me that means something."

"Stop playing tricks,” he said, his voice serious.

"No need to be so distrustful,” Anna complained. “It’s not like you haven’t won her affection already. She’s wearing your clothes after all…” She rejoiced in watching his stoic attitude crumbling and being replaced by deep mortification. “See you, big guy."

She had only walked a few metres when Marshall called her again, making Anna smile. She was certain he had finally come up with an excuse.

“Anna, wait! Wait,” he repeated as he came out of the vehicle. “I have something for you. I just remembered.”

“Something for me?”

“When Elsa called me earlier today, she said to please bring these clothes back.” He handed her a brown paper bag. “I think it’s easier to just give them to you directly. I washed them this morning.”

Looking inside the bag, she noticed there were in fact clothes inside. It was not a joke or something of the sort. “Clothes?”

“The ones she was wearing yesterday?” Marshall tried to explain. His flushed face made Anna smile again, but she couldn’t come up with something to say, too surprised about the clothes in her hand. “She said they’re yours and insisted I bring them. For a moment I thought she was afraid of me losing them or something.”

“Are you sure she said they were mine?” She took the hoodie out of the bag and opened her eyes in surprise when she noticed the worn out stamp on its front. It was the one they had both been talking about the night they went out looking for food.

“Yes,” Marshal insisted. “Do you want me to take them to Elsa anyway? I thought it was easier this way.”

“No,” Anna said, swiftly putting the things inside the bag once again. “No, it’s okay. Thank you for washing them. And thanks again for the ride.” She couldn’t really explain how Elsa had got her clothes, but Anna was certain she hadn’t left them in her house and much less lent them.

His conversation with Anna kept replaying in Marshall’s head on his way to the Bjorgmans’. His brain kept telling him not to trust Anna’s word, there always existed the possibility of her trying to play tricks on him or Elsa, and he was not willing to walk straight into one of her ruses. But despite what his most sensible side kept repeating, his heart urged him to go and see Elsa. First and foremost, he wanted to make sure she was getting the medical help she needed. Next in order, was finding out if she had called him earlier because she actually wanted him by her side. And if that were the case, then he would fight tooth and nail until Kai allowed him to stay. He wasn’t planning on leaving her side until she said otherwise. He knew coming to a common ground with Bjorgman was going to be difficult, but he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily.

He knew there existed the possibility of things going south easily, but he wasn’t planning on making a u-turn and going back to the mountain this time. No matter how tempting it was. He needed to face the music and be the bigger person if he wanted to see Elsa and stay by her side for as long as she needed him.

As he was getting closer to the Bjorgmans' household, some blue and white lights called his attention. The yellow vehicle was parked a few blocks ahead, right in front of his destination, and it made Marshall’s blood run cold. He had driven those ambulances long enough to recognise them from a distance and know the blinking lights meant there was an emergency.

Once he was in front of the house, he parked his car as best as he could, without wasting too much time, and he stepped out to see what was going on. As a former paramedic he knew how incredibly inconvenient it was to work with people gathering around, but still he couldn’t stop himself from dashing to the front door of the house which was wide open.

From the threshold, he could hear people giving orders and he knew it was a matter of time until the paramedics carried someone to the ambulance. Not wanting to interrupt their work, he made an effort to stay outside the house, silently begging they weren’t there for Elsa. To his consternation, a few moments later a pair of paramedics walked out of Elsa’s room rolling a gurney with them.

Marshall stepped back, clearing their path, and he tried to take a moment to calm his racing heart. He knew what the men were doing was part of a routine procedure. One he had done hundreds of times. And he reminded himself that Elsa being taken to a hospital didn’t mean anything in particular. But, regardless of it all, as soon as the paramedics walked out the house and he saw Elsa struggling to breathe, his own breath caught in his throat.

A sudden need to feel useful and help pushed him to their side, offering his help. It was then he realised one of the paramedics was one of his former colleagues. He noticed Karl stopping for a fraction of a second, almost giving him a task, but the man then shook his head, stopping himself in time. "I need you to step back."

"Karl, please—"

"You hated people who did this, Marshall, step back," he ordered, and Marshall obeyed.

People getting in the way only made the work more difficult, he knew that, even if his heart told him he was supposed to help the girl on that gurney. He shook his head and he cursed under his breath for letting the situation affect him so much.

Nielsen and Gerda came out of the house a moment after, Nielsen wasting no time in giving the paramedics some orders Marshall couldn't quite hear. And Gerda, on her part, stopped halfway to the ambulance, coming to a stop only to talk with her husband.

“Find Elsa’s medical record. The green folder.” She ordered. “I'll call you as soon as I can."

"Are you going to the central hospital?"

“I don’t know.” She yelled, as she hurried to the ambulance.

“Why?”

"It's too far away. People are commuting at this hour and it's an emergency…" Marshall answered automatically, not even thinking about the fact that Bjorgman had asked his wife, who was already getting in the ambulance, and not him.

With surprise, Kai turned to look at him, and even if his eyes narrowed for a short moment, the old man brushed aside their previous confrontations and said, "You were a paramedic, kid, were you not? What am I supposed to do in this situation? Is there anything I can do?"

"Not much,” he said honestly. His attention on the ambulance moving and the siren that had just turned on. Being on their side meant waiting, no matter how much they hated it. “It's either watch them go and hope for a call soon enough, or follow them."

When he didn’t answer, Marshall looked at Kai and immediately noticed his trembling hands. He was so nervous he couldn’t think straight, making his experience as a police officer useless at that point. Feeling bad for the old man, he offered the only thing he could. "Come on, we'll follow," he suggested. "No one will tell us anything when we get there, but at least you won't be waiting for a call in an empty house."

"I should—" Turning around, Kai looked at the garage door, debating what to do.

"You're in no condition to drive right now, Mr Bjorgman. Go get the folder. I'll drive you to the hospital and back if you need. Don’t worry."

She could sense people around her. They were moving her, holding her, keeping her in place. And even though her mind cried for her to stay awake and alert, she realised didn’t care too much this time. She had lived through this before. She couldn’t remember when, but she recognised the feeling: The shortness of breath. The pain. She was at the mercy of strangers once again and her memories served her well to remind her there was no point in fighting. No matter how distressingly familiar it felt, she didn’t have the strength.

A man placed a mask over her face, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. She welcomed being deprived of all sensations.

“You'll be fine, Elsa. I promise.”

The voice felt distant but she recognised it.

“I’ll be by your side at all times.” The voice raised her hand and placed a soft kiss on its palm. “I promise.”

She forced an eyelid to open and from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Gerda. She wasn’t sure if it was real or part of her delusion, but in the numbness and loneliness she felt, the old woman became her anchor, and she allowed her mind to drift off to sleep.

Any Pink Floyd fans out there? Did you see what I did? I’m proud of it. As several other titles and chapters in this story, this chapter was inspired by music. This time around it was Pink Floyd’s song Comfortably Numb. I recommend you listen to it if you haven't. It's a masterpiece.

About the chapter, it wasn’t difficult to plan, but it was to execute. I couldn’t find the character’s inner voices. I found myself writing and rewriting scenes all the time. But, I like how it turned out.

About the cliffhanger. This time I tried, my cat knows I tried as hard as I could not to end the chapter in a cliffhanger, but no matter which scene I chose, it felt like one. So, at the end I said, “Oh, f*ck it” and ended it here. I’m sorry.

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