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merp-blerp · 1 year ago

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Some Tincrow Moments From The Wiz Production I Just Saw While It’s Fresh In My Mind

Note: I had never seen the stage version of The Wiz before last night, so I could be missing things and points. Also, my memory might be just a bit fuzzy on exact details, but I know this stuff mention did indeed happen at some point.

Avery Wilson was Scarecrow and Phillip Johnson Richardson was Tinman. They absolutely killed it. Everyone did. I’m going to need a cast album and pro-shot please!

Scarecrow is a dance God once they get him off the poll in time for “You Can’t Win”. Why they kept Michael Jackson on a damn poll in the movie despite the fact that his dance moves would've been really cool for Scarecrow, I’ll never know.

This is the first direct Oz retelling I’ve seen to give Scarecrow a human backstory (Wicked is more of/better off seen as it’s own thing in my opinion). He was once a scientist who got his brain taken by one of the witches and turned into a Scarecrow. I don’t remember if it’s mentioned if he had a family in this show—it might’ve not been—but if he did I guess he would’ve completely forgotten because he “has no brain”. And I might be wrong, but I think it was mentioned he had a name too, but if so I don’t remember it. I find that interesting and fun to play with, especially if one would be able to compare and contrast that with Nick Chopper’s backstory (and/or whatever the Tinman’s name might be in this version of Oz; guy collects names like candy). I would have to see The Wiz again in order to do that myself, but you know, I like the idea.

Tinman’s backstory is slightly different. He was too gay and sassy for his own good, saying one of the witches was a “rusty” singer, causing her to turn him from a lumberjack into a “heartless” Tinman who gradually lost almost all of his memories outside of the mere fact that he once had a family due to this curse. He thinks he doesn’t have a heart because he can’t remember the ones he loved, just that he used to. Nimmie Amee isn’t a part of his story in this show. That’s about as tragic as the backstory Baum gave him, if not worse.

Give me an angst with a happy ending AU where Tinman and Scarecrow knew each other as humans but both forgot due to their curses, only to rediscover each other through their found families. Imagine Scarecrow having Nimmie Amee’s original role in a way—noooo—

Scarecrow mimicking Tinman’s rusty dance moves while they oil him (he mimicked a lot of people throughout the show—Dorothy, the wizard’s announcers calling his name, maybe etc., so I guess it was just his cute little thing).

When Dorothy’s trying to convince the gang to bring Lion along Tinman says “Are you sure? We already have to bring Captain Brainless?” (or something a lot like that, I'm paraphrasing), thinking they had too many already as if his husband wasn't first in line on the journey before him, only for Scarecrow to say, “I’m captain?!?!” *Insert cute happy head waggles* (Hits different when you know Scarecrow becomes the ruler of Oz after the first book till Ozma’s found, but his leadership wasn't mentioned in The Wiz so maybe that's not on purpose) I adore Avery Wilson’s take on Scarecrow. Tinman has always been my favorite of Dorothy’s friends if I had to pick one, but Wilson’s performance really made Scarecrow stand out even more than usual. I don’t know if I can explain it, it might just have to be seen; pray there’s a slime tutorial out there.

Lion’s kinda gay too, but in solo. And I know Ozma’s not here, so there’s not really any evidence for Dorothy’s queerness… but she is—I can feel it in my lesbian soul, okay!?!?

All of Dorothy’s friends not only want their gifts, but don't see the point in their existences without them. It made me sad for them.

I don’t know where to mention it, but Toto’s not in this show at all—poor guy. EDIT: I just learned that in the original production, Toto was played by a white dog as a joke that there was an all-black cast as opposed to him traditionally being a black/brown dog with a white cast. That is hilarious—why didn't they recreate that???

Tincrow’s only straight-feeling moment is with them both being distracted by the poppies (which caught me off guard in this show because traditionally Scarecrow and Tinman are the only ones not affected by the poppies because they’re not flesh and blood like Dorothy, Lion, and Toto; in this Dorothy was the one to break everyone free from them. I’ve been trying to understand the purpose of this change. Maybe to give Dorothy a bit more agency). The poppies were these sensual flower ladies trying to convince the gang to be lazy, which on it’s own is a fun twist on the flowers that put Dorothy and Lion to sleep. But hey, maybe that makes it not straight, just lazy. I'm all for Bi4Bi Tincrow too.

After the Kalidahs attack they comfort and hype each other and Dorothy up (Dorothy’s their sapphic adopted daughter, in this essay, I will—).

I forget when exactly this happens, maybe during the Kalidahs scene, but at one point they casually cling to each other's arms for no(?) reason. They just met and they’re already married.

Scarecrow backup-singing a little before everyone else joins Tinman during “What Would I Do If I Could Feel” (at least at my showing, I don’t know if this is a regular occurrence as a part of the show or just something that happened to happen at mine).

Making fun of the Wicked Witch together, calling her smelly, and having Lion join in. Bros, that’s what got you in trouble to begin with—messing with a dang witch!

Interestingly, the idea of Dorothy’s friends having they’re gifts all along isn’t here. Instead, it’s implied that after they kill the last wicked witch the curse is mostly lifted, with Tincrow’s gifts returning to them, but they stay a scarecrow and tin-man for some reason. I like to think they still had them all along though, that idea’s too cute and sweet for me to let go of.

The last time we see them they leave the stage together, Lion going ahead of them to reunite with his mom. I can’t explain why this feels important to me. I guess because usually characters exit the stage individually as like a goodbye queue to the audience, knowing that that last step off the stage will detemand the last impression of the characters. So the fact that the last impression of both of them is them together feels special. Or maybe it’s just me.

They both had such sassy black queer vibes the whole time. The show itself already has such sass, but both of them, Scarecrow especially, were oozing it in different fonts. They were giving off bear x twink—or maybe otter couple vibes.

Gay or not, The Wiz is so great! I recommend it so much!

#the wiz #the wonderful wizard of oz #the wizard of oz #tincrow #tinman #tin man #tin woodsman #scarecrow #l frank baum #avery wilson #phillip johnson richardson

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system-comforts · 6 months ago

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Hi! This might be a little disorganised and super long, but i'm wondering if whatever's going on with us is plurality.

Right now all the other guys are quiet, and just chilling out. Some of em are saying "yeah, dude, we're a system." and I dunno. Also there's Elliott, who is pretty insistent that he's the only one who's actually there and real and has ever been, and he has no idea what the rest of us are.

I have no idea how any of us knew each other's names. There was definitely some good old childhood trauma and earlier thought it was more of a "oh just have a bad sense of self" thing, but after coming across the plural community on a search for cptsd things, realised that there's a lot of things that match up.

Then everyone kinda started being loud and like "oh yeah, hi, I'm here, different person, just roommates in this head apartment" and I don't even know if I was the one who figured that out. Probably not, because it's super fuzzy, and none of us can really remember clearly what happened when anyone else was in control/fronting/doing their thing.

Used to think that it was just normal dissociation/derealisation/depersonalisation or whatever, but sometimes when talking to therapists or other people descriptions are vague and blurry, and then suddenly another time the memory is super clear??

Also is it possible to think you're a system and create system symptoms without being one?

Because sometimes the dude who's kinda just there and being rational and isn't really a person, just always there fronting on the right side keeping us from actually doing anything that stupid, mostly just making us seem polite, ESPECIALLY Callum, he's aggressive and loud and also does not care about manners, when we're all like "no whatever's going on isn't a system, this is all some other weird brain thing" smushes it all into one gray blob that's sort of badly mixed?

And then sometimes everyone just becomes themselves again, either when someone brings something up that we all have different views on, like yesterday, when we were supposed to journal about religion/source energy, and we've all got different ideas about that, or whenever anyone thinks "huh, are we a system?"

Yesterday it was kind of like everyone was popping up and talking and also started being really loud, and half of us were denying the other's existence, and the other half were just existing and being loud, and I don't know, but it felt like warzone brain.

Also sometimes the gajillion thoughts a minute can be all of us screaming across the house, or just one of us having a lot of loud thoughts and their brain just doing annoying brain stuff.

It was really stressful yesterday, and I've been scared to talk to anyone about this or any suspicions of plurality. I feel like it's either going to be super stigmatised or I'm going to be completely ignored and misinterpreted, which it won't be the first time. Also really scared that it'll make getting hrt take even longer, even though we're all dudes, and know what we need. I know I should talk to my therapist, but I'm really scared. Others have been asking for me to tell them what's going on, but I'm terrified. All of us are. Is it a good idea to open up about this?

Also, on a goofier level, I/we have joked about being a disorganised mess because this brain is an apartment of teenage boys.

Sorry, this is really long, but help please?

Hey there. Exploring if you're a system or not can definitely be a complicated and long process. It can be even more difficult as you deal with other things going on in your mind. There are a couple different questions in your ask which I'll try to address, as well as offer my support to you as you continue to explore this question.

One of your main questions is wondering if you are a system. We can give perspective from our own experience and try to give resources that may help with this question. Ultimately, whether you are plural, have something else going on, or something else is determined by you, your doctors and therapists, and other professionals.

It can he helpful to consult credible online resources, books, and even explore other people's personal experiences, but also know that every system is different and may not present like others online. We hope you can continue to explore plurality by continuing to talk with your members, exploring people's roles, and even looking into other mental health conditions and theories.

All this being said, your second question asked if it's a good idea to tell your therapist about you questioning being plural. This is hard for me to give a yes or no to, since I don't know your therapist, your monetary or home/family situation, etc. That being said, having someone to help as you question your plurality and general mental health can be extremely helpful. I highly suggest talking to your therapist especially if it involves potential trauma.

As a final note, it's understandable to fear being misunderstood or ignored. Not all therapists are knowledgable about dissociation, systems, or plurality in general. That being said, how you explain your plurality can be important in their initial impression and direction for therapy and/or diagnosis. If you need to, write out before hand what you want to explain. Write about symptoms, like forgetfulness, fuzzy memories, identity confusion, and about your potential system members. Using system language (headmates, alters, system, dissociation) is up to you, but it might be best to avoid those words so the therapist can get an unbiased view and give their unbiased opinion.

Finally, if your therapist feels they are not qualified or unsure about what to do next, they may consult other therapists or even suggest a different one. This can be good for getting more specific help.

Your final question is if a person can not be a system but create symptoms on their own. In my opinion, people can attribute symptoms they have to one disorder or cause when another might fit better. This doesn't happen all the time; it just means that consulting many different sources, talking with professionals, and being honest and curious about your symptoms are important things to do. And importantly, it's ok to explore your mental health, to question what you might have, and it's ok to be right or wrong about that. In my view, it's better to explore something and be wrong than to let a potential problem be left unexplored/treated.

I hope some of this advice has helped! We wish you the best of luck.

-mod venus

#ask #mod venus #tw faking #system #questioning plurality

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thatninjacat27 · 2 years ago

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Bad Ending Future Au Details

Just everything about the au that I have. I’m probably won’t revisit this but anyone is more than welcome to use this.

(The ao3 link above and below is basically the same thing)

So this is based on everything up to the ending part with Nine getting captured by the Chaos Council in Season 1 Episode 8. (This au was created before the second half of the season was released) Also Rusty Rose somehow ends up back in New Yoke City still on the Chaos Council’s side.

So Nine is stuck as a prisoner being force to work and invent stuff to help out the council. He’s been there for a long time without seeing Sonic(the whole ‘time passes differently in other world’ thing) and the council is plotting to use Sonic for the reason stated in the show(I don’t remember exactly what it was but it involved prism and speed). They developed a bullet to slow the hedgehog down temporarily so they can capture him and do their thing.

The whole time they are doing this, they are trying to flip Nine to their side/stay with them with a bit of manipulation but the fox see through most of it. Emphasize on most of it. They nearly convince him that a slower Sonic would make it easier for him to stay with him. The intention was so that Sonic would stay in the world containing New Yoke City where the council could control him but Nine is thinking like that’s not a bad idea but make the location The Grim and then it’s a perfect idea.

So Nine begins to constantly think about it and before he can have a completely solid proof plan, Sonic tries to bust him out of the headquarters. It’s part of the Resistance’s plan. Nine end up taking the untested(they were still developing it and didn’t quite plan for Sonic to arrive anytime soon) prototype bullet and puts it in his gun before he leaves.

(This part is fuzzy but bear with me) They have some sort of conversation that kinda turns into an argument a bit. Nine does warn Sonic about him pulling the trigger but Sonic doesn’t quite understand(an unintentional reference to Tails warning Sonic about the trap but Sonic doesn’t understand). Nine shoots Sonic in the chest which kills him.(medical attention arrived too slow) Nine couldn’t really do anything to help and also stood still in disbelief. It’s pretty bloody scene and Sonic looks at him so betrayed. This event really messes up Nine for the rest of his life.

The Chaos Council is slightly upset but is ultimately okay with the loss. Now Sonic can’t stop them anymore and they have the genius who made it possible to travel to other worlds with them.

Soon(like in the same day) the resistance/rebellion falls because Nine has already made the robots much better at there job. All the freedom fighters get arrested and Rebel and Knucks have been mind wiped as examples.(Nine watched this happened and saw them confessed their love for each before the wipe and now they are complete strangers on the street)

Everyone who did keep their memories now keeps more in line than before. Nine is seen and known as a traitor and everyone avoids him more than they did in the beginning. Since he works for/with the council, the people are also very afraid to get on his bad side because he becomes more temperamental. Also the council declares that day as a holiday to be celebrated by all. (Nine just goes to a bar with Rusty(she’s like a bodyguard/babysitter/person that watches to make sure that he doesn’t try anything funny like running away or helping the rebels if any left(I couldn’t find the world for it on the top of my head))and drinks juice boxes to numb the pain).

The years go by as Nine continuously works on ways for the council to conquer other worlds. He meets the other Tails that had met Sonic and hears about what happened there. It’s complicated what happens when they ask about Sonic when they learn that he knew him too.

Nine continues to have nightmares throughout those years about Sonic’s death and his guilt about it and how he copes with it(see part 1 and 2 of this series). Rusty Rose is the only one who takes care of him and wants to. She has had something of a glitch(think about when she sees her pirate counterpart in that pirate episode) and it’s made her want to take care of Nine for all those years after Sonic’s death but Nine doesn’t believe it’s real because of some of the obvious manipulation the council has done. She just wants to be like his big sister.

The council begins to care about Nine after many years of him working there side by side. (Nine still is pretty sassy and tells stuff straight up and stopped getting punished for it a while.)

Dr. Eggman and Dr. Deep have kinda adopted him into the family. I mean they all live in the same place and eat together so. Nine doesn’t care anymore.(he also does not give a fuck about anyone anymore especially those other Tails). Insert the bonding activities.

After the old man eggman(I think his name was Dr. Done it) dies, the seat gets kinda offered to Nine and he accepts because like what else is there to life anymore. It isn’t a happy ending.

That’s it for the story.

Bonus notes:

Nine doesn’t give a fuck.

Nine is like a free range prisoner.

Nine plays cards with Dr. Don’t and co and wins a lot. He cheats and counts cards. The Casinos in the other world have all banned him.

Shadow is still around. He accidentally went through another shard when he was with Sonic and got stuck on that world. Nine and he meet way down the line and the talk about what happened to Sonic will be an interesting conversation to say the least.

Nine’s nightmares often involve The Grim, Sonic, him shooting Sonic, sometimes his original reaction of shooting Sonic, being compared to the og Tails, and a twisted dead version of Sonic kinda terrorizing/telling him what’s up.

Metal Sonic exists and he was built by Nine and the Council gave some input and feedback. (Probably after Nine joined the council)

#nine the fox #tails nine #sonic and nine #sonic prime #rusty rose #Chaos Council #Bad Ending Future Au

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artzee-bee · 4 years ago

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Best friend’s ex | Benny Weir x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav? Something along the lines of the reader and Ethan try a fake relationship thing cause Ethan asked her to? Like to get to Sarah/ or get her attention. And everyone is shocked cause they thought Benny and the reader would date instead cause all 3 of them are childhood friends”

Genre:Fluff mostly but I guess a little angst torwards the end

Warnings: some arguing and also it’s LONG, don’t say I didn’t warn you

A/N: This has a little Ethan x reader too but over all it’s Benny with a guest apperence from jelous!Benny torwards the end (or at least that’s what I was going for)

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“Wait, you’re dating?! Like for real dating?!”

You clinged tighter to Ethan’s arm “Yeah, we are” but you weren’t. You didn’t want to lie to your friends and it was honestly making you kinda uncomfy but you were doing it for E.

“Ok so how long has this been going on for?” asked Benny. You and your entire friend group were gathered around his locker and you decided to break the news to them about your and Ethan’s “relationship”, which was all bullcrap. He had asked you a couple nights before to pretend. He was hoping it would get him closer to Sarah.

“Um, no more than a month” E said, trying to sound as confident as possible and doing a fairly good job at it. Of course you saw right through him but everyone else seemed to buy his act.

“Well that’s...interesting news” Sarah laughed awkwardly

“You think so? Why?”

The group went silent for a moment

“Well, just cause” Sarah started, nervousness laced into her tone “I mean I would have guessed that Benny and Y/N were going to get together eventually.” Rory and Erika just nodded in agreement while Benny tried to suppress a nervous laughter.

“I mean, come on guys” he said “ I’ve known Y/N for just as long as Ethan.”

“Yeah, but you two just always seemed, I don’t know, closer?”

“Well” Ethan interrupted “ seems like you were wrong on that one.”

Suddenly aware of how rude she sounded, Sarah babbled some lame excuse and left quickly, face red from embarrassment. Rory and Erika left as well, each in their own direction, but not before congratulating the couple once more. Benny was the only one left.

“You good Benny?” E asked

“Yeah, I guess it’s just interesting seeing you like this”

“I hope you’re not mad or anything I mean we…” you were quickly cut off by Benny

“No, no, absolutely, not! I’m really happy for you guys! My two best friends are in love, that’s really cool!” A pink tint made its way onto your cheeks hearing Benny say ��in love”, even though you knew it wasn’t true. E smiled at you and hid his face in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips, swaying you two back and forth for a moment

“Alright, well I gotta go. Chem starts in a few” you told your boys and headed to class, not before hugging both of them and leaving Ethan with a quick peck on the cheek

As soon as you got to class however, you texted your “boyfriend”

“Think that went pretty well”

“I think so too. Everyone seemed to buy it!”

“I know!” you said and the conversation ended like that.

You switched your attention back to your teacher, who was discussing your next assignment but even though your eyes were on her, your mind was replaying Sarah’s comment on repeat. You and Benny, huh? You couldn’t say you disliked the idea or that you’ve never thought about it. You’ve always felt different when hanging out with him compared to all your other friends.You felt more free and comfortable. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face from the fuzzy feeling you got just thinking about Bens and you together.

“So how long are we gonna be doing this for?” you texted Ethan. Now that you thought about it, you could never date Benny after this. The sudden realisation made your stomach twist in knots. He would never even go on a date with you if he thought you to be Ethan’s ex! Bro code or whatever but you couldn’t blame them!

“I don’t know for sure, I don’t see why it should last more than a couple months.”

“Ok” you didn’t mind helping E. He was a great guy and one day, some amazing girl is gonna see that and be all over him, even if it’s not Sarah! And he’s going to fall in love and have a beautiful wife and a happy family and this thing you are doing right now is just gonna be a silly high school memory to look back at. You tried not to overthink everything like you usually do and go with the flow, have fun.

It was surprisingly easy to do. Holding hands and occasional cheek kisses didn’t mean much and you never had a “proper kiss”, telling everyone you were simply not fans of PDA. It didn’t feel much like you were a couple, just closer friends. Touchier.

About 4 months down the line, you and Ethan go on your last “date”, which really just meant pizza night at Morgan’s.

“Thanks for all this Y/N, I know you didn’t have to and it might have been awkward at times but it means a lot that you went with it all this time” Ethan says sincerely while pouring you a glass of soda

“Don’t be silly E! You are one of my best friends. I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah but, now you and Benny won’t be…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure if bringing this up was even a good idea or if it was gonna make you mad. You told E about your crush on your best friend not long after your first day as a “couple”. You couldn’t lie to him and quite honestly, you needed someone to vent to. The more you thought about Benny, the more it hurt and while you weren’t mad at Ethan for bringing it up now (you knew he had the best of intentions), it was putting you off

“Let’s not talk about that tonight” you said softly

“Right, yes, of course! Sorry” you giggle and reached out for your glass of soda, raising it up

“A toast!” you declared dramatically, making E laugh “To our breakup!” Ethan raised his own glass and clicked it with yours

“To our breakup!” he said before you both took a sip of your drinks

You laid down on the couch, getting ready to watch Scare Finder. Your head was resting on one of Ms. Morgan’s decorative pillows and you placed your feet on E’s lap. He rolled his eyes at you and you giggled

“I love you!”

“I love you too babe” he joked before laying down next to you and wrapping you in a hug. The couch was a bit too small for the both of you to lay down side by side and you felt the left side of your body hanging off the edge but E’s arms were around your waist, holding you and you felt safe

“Can we..” Ethan whispered nervously “can we keep cuddling during shows even if we aren’t boyfriend- girlfriend anymore?”

“Yes of course” you giggled

“Good, cause this is really comfortable” he whispered in your neck

“I know, I love it too”

~~~

Your breakup was a much bigger deal than you anticipated.Your friends seemed not only shocked, but heartbroken too. You didn’t tell them anything about why you ended your relationship, saying it was too early and you didn’t feel like talking about it but that you were still close friends and nothing was going to change

Things went back to normal afterwards, except now you were single and so was Benny and you couldn't help the invisible pull, dragging you closer and closer to him. Everyone of his silly jokes made you crack up and you couldn’t even be mad at him when his failed spells ended up in a big mess that you and the friend group needed to solve. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you broke up with E. Whether or not that relationship was real, it felt like a real reason to stay away from Benny. It felt like you were taken because everyone else belived you to be. You couldn’t make a move on him because everyone knew you to have a boyfriend but now you didn’t and you couldn’t help yourself from looking at B in a different light.

You were over at his house, helping him pack some herbs he had to organise for his grandma, as punishment for wasting all her old ones on some spell. You were stuffing dried leaves in tiny jars, while Benny was busying himself attaching little tags to them, with the name of each plant.

“Thanks again for coming to help me, you didn’t have to”

“Anytime Bens, you know I’m always here for you” you looked at him and smiled sweetly. He looked into your eyes and said

“I know, Thank you” you nodded and switched your focus back on the plants, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. Lucky for you, he started telling a story that happened in his geography class and things slowly fell into their usual, casual place, at least up until you had to leave.

You placed the last little jar in its respective spot on the shelf

“I think this is it, right?” Benny asked

“It should be”

“Perfect, I’m in dire need of a snack. You want chips? I have some upstairs”

“No, it’s late, I should head home”

“Um, ok yeah. No problem” but none of you moved after that, you just looked at one other for a little bit, until the awkwardness got too much and you took your backpack and headed to the door

“Thanks again” Benny said right when you reached the door

“No problem” and then time froze again. You got lost in his pretty eyes and barely noticed his chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed until, you both found yourselves in each other's arms, kissing deeply and desperately, as if you’ve waited all your life for this. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at loose strands, his hands running up and down your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. All your senses were intoxicated with him and finally, the little pit in your chest disappeared. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces but than, all of a sudden, Benny pushed you away aggressively

“No, I can’t do that!” his back turned to you, but you saw the red in his face and his hands went to his head, massaging the back of his neck just like you had been doing

“Benny…”

“No, no, you are Ethan’s ex and we can’t do that! I can’t do that!”

“B, listen to me!” you tried to step towards him but at your slightest movement, he jumped back, finally turning to face you

“Y/N, that was a mistake and I’m sorry! We shouldn’t have done that! It was a mistake” your eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks

“Don’t say that…” you could barely hear your own voice and were genuinely surprised when B replied

“Of course it was! As much as I wanted to do it and as right as it may have felt, it’s barely been a few weeks since your last relationship with MY BEST FRIEND and your best friend too and we can’t, I CAN’T do this to him! You, you guys dated and…”

“But we didn’t!” you said

“Of course you did, are you out of your mind?” Benny looked at you, teary eyed and desperate “I saw you, we saw you! Holding hands and cheek kisses! He had his arm around your back every moment of every goddamn school day and every time I wished it was me! He had all of you and he could hold you during movie nights and spend all his free time with you and kiss you and run his hands through your hair and everytime he did it I imagined that I was in his spot, hoping you would look at me with the same love and admiration that you looked with at him but now it’s too late! It doesn’t matter that he didn’t cherish you better while he had you because I still can not take you! I can’t do that to him!”

“Benny it wasn’t real!”

“What does that even mean Y/N?” he was yelling now, but you knew he wasn’t angry, just hurt. You saw the tears in his eyes and how hard he tried to stop them from running down his face.

“We weren’t ever dating! We just pretended!” the madness in his eyes turned to a question, an invitation for you to continue “It was all a show Bens. He wanted to impress Sarah. He asked me to fake a relationship with him.”

Benny leaned over the table, resting his body on his arms. He seemed to be thinking for a while, until he said “That’s a stupid idea”

You laughed “I thought so too when he told me” Benny seemed to think some more before saying

“Such an Ethan idea to have” which only made you laugh more

“So it was never real?” he asks you finally

“No! It was just an act” but even now, Benny couldn’t say anything. He was looking at his hands nervously. You took a deep breath and said the one thing you could think of

“He knows if that’s what you are wondering” the boy looked at you with questioning eyes again “Ethan I mean”

“Ethan knows what?”

“That I like you” Benny straightened and looked at you with soft eyes once more, you felt your cheeks heat up and turned to walk away but Benny quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug.

“So, does that mean I can kiss you again?” a small smile tugged at your lips

“Please do”

#mbav x reader #mbav #benny weir #benny weir x reader #benny weir imagine #benny weir fluff #benny weir angst #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan imagine

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3mmafr0st · 4 years ago

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Remember Me - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3.5k (This is the longest thing I’ve ever written in one siting I think

Next Part->

Warnings: SMUT and everything that comes with it, Talk of death and murder, violence, guns, brainwashing

A/N: I had a really good time writing this so if you want this to be a series then say so because I will! Also I had to manually space this whole thing so sorry if the format is kinda weird

I hated that chair. It made me forget things, made me forget him. It never worked completely, I fought too hard, fought to remember him. Our last mission was one that I would fight the hardest I ever have to remember.

The minute I walked through the threshold, I saw him. If the black muzzle-like mask identical to mine, and the darkness in his eyes wasn't enough, then the silvery left arm with a familiar red star on the shoulder similar to the one on my knee sealed the deal. My body immediately relaxed the moment I saw him, but I didn’t know why. I wracked my brain for answers to the question. What was his name? Sadly, yet another thing that I couldn’t remember. Then again, I couldn't remember my own name, never mind someone else's. He looked me in the eyes and I could feel something in his stare, but I didn’t dwell on it, instead sitting myself down next to him to prepare myself for the briefing.

The two of us settled into our hotel room. The room was nice, the standard one bedroom with a bathroom connected and an attached balcony. The balcony overlooked the street, across from a well known cafe that the target frequented. The two of us were meant to stay at the hotel until one of us got the shot, and by one of us, they meant Soldat. We weren’t told who the target was, just a face and location. I didn't know why they sent me on this mission. I did have the eyes of a hawk, which might have been why, but I had no experience with long distance killing. He, Soldat, was the expert. The two of us sat on the balcony, as he fiddled with the gun, making sure that it was just the way he wanted it. I watched the cafe, searching for the target. The two of us sat like that for a while, I was his eyes, but he was my trigger, in more than one way. Every time my eyes would drift over to him, a memory resurfaced, another mission that we were on in the past, or fleeting moments that I didn’t quite understand. It wasn't much at all, but it was something. He surprised me when he talked first.

“How much do you remember?” I quickly checked my person and the area around me. “Don’t worry, I've already scanned the area for bugs.”

“I have bits and pieces of old missions, but that’s it, nothing solid.: I had thought about lying, telling him that I didn't remember anything to save face, but the minute I looked into his eyes, I just knew I couldn't keep anything from him. I didn't know why, but just looking at him made me want to tell every single thing about me. “What about you?”

“Maybe it's because they’ve been doing it for so long that I’ve built up a tolerance or something like that, but the last few times it's gotten weaker and weaker.” I felt something, some sort of feeling that sat in my heart that I didn’t quite understand.

“Do you want to talk about it? If you don't, I get it, but then again it's not like we have anything else to do for a while.” He took a second to gather his thoughts, longer than expected. It worried me, what happened?“It was a reconnaissance mission, the two of us were sent as a couple, two oil tycoons that had shady business dealings. The middle gets fuzzy, but I remember something happened between us and that’s why we were sent to the chair, for extra conditioning.” What the hell did ‘something’ mean? I felt my heart race, my stomach twisting in knots. This was going to be a tough mission.

It had been 4 long and strenuous days, with a regular schedule of waking up an hour before the cafe opened, and then staking out together on the balcony until closing, when we finally got to do what we wanted like eating and sleeping.

The heat of his body had become familiar to me in the past few days. I always woke up first, his arm always slung over me, having done it in his sleep, and every morning I would move the arm and get myself ready before he would wake up.

The two of us met up on the balcony as the cafe opened, and that's when I spotted him, the target. I looked down at the photo to double check, and there was no doubt in my mind that it was him. I tapped Soldat’s knee with my metal one and pointed to the target on the ground.

“He’s here,” I whispered. Once he got a clear view of the target, I heard two almost silent puffs of air, and the man fell to the ground, dead. Although the man sitting beside me intrigued me to no end, he was terrifying at the same time. The fact that I knew the second shot was only a precautionary measure and the fact that both of us could kill each other if we tried hard enough was enough of an idea to scare the hell out of me for some reason. At the same time though, it was sort of invigorating, to have someone who gets it, who understands what I’ve been through.

“I’m going to take a shower,” He said gruffly, and quickly packed up the gun and headed off to the bathroom. I sighed, disappointed that he was in that much of a hurry to leave me. I looked out onto the chaos that was happening. The “police” had arrived, but in reality, they were false officers, agents of Hydra sent to differ and obscure the investigation like normal. The man laced dead on the pavement, and I couldn’t help but let my mind wander, who was this man, was he a good person, or bad? Did he have a family? The thoughts pushed me even deeper. Who were we anyway? When were either of us born, what are our names, do we have families?

It was all too much to bear at that moment, so I decided the best course of action would be to get in some comfortable clothes, namely the large tee shirt that was given to me as pajamas, and relax. I slid the glass door open, the cold and dry processed air of the hotel room hit me. I pulled the shirt out of my bag and changed into just the shirt and panties. I flooded onto the bed as hard as I could, metal hitting against the wood of the bed. It was so comfortable for the time that I was alone. I spread myself out on the bed, rolling around in the blankets and for a brief moment, just enjoyed myself. The feeling of cotton sheets against my leg made me smile contently, the cool of the metal contrasting with the warmth of the bed. The whole thing made me feel like I was off in another world, the life I would have had without Hydra.

Maybe I really was in my own world, because as I rolled to lay flat on my back, and opened my eyes there he was. He simply stood at the door of the bathroom, only a towel around his body, looking at me with a masked expression, hiding any reactions he might have had. I immediately sat upright on the side of the bed, a blush starting to creep up over my face.

“You know, if I was an enemy combatant, you would be dead right now.” His face didn’t change, but he took a step closer to me, making me want to look down. It wasn’t just the fact that he had caught me in such a vulnerable position state, it was his too. Throughout the entire mission, and any mission that I had glimpses of, he had always stayed as dressed as possible, never even taking his shirt off before bed. I could see every muscle across the wide expanse of his chest all the way down to where his hips began to create a v-shape. The sight was almost mouthwatering and I honestly didn’t know how to handle the sight. He was a good spy, he could tell that I was clearly uncomfortable. I stared harder at the ground from my seat on the side of the bed, as he stepped even further towards me, settling right in front of me.

“What’s wrong, you’re upset?” He’s slightly confused but I still hid from his gaze. I felt his hand underneath my jaw, tilting my chin up so I was forced to look up at him.

The moment his skin hit mine, images, events began to flood my brain, his smile, the two of us together laughing, our hands intertwined. His hand moved back in shock, and stepped back a little. At that moment I knew that the same thing had happened to him.

“Did you just remember too?” I nodded, and he sat down on the bed next to me, trying to process.“What did you see?”

“The two of us, old missions, I don’t quite understand” My voice caught in my throat as an idea hit me. It was a bit of a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, it could work. “What if we’re triggering each other?”

“That makes sense, but why?”

“Maybe if we do more, we’ll find out.” My voice wavered, worried that he wouldn’t agree, that he would reject the idea immediately. Instead, he simply said nothing, looking at me intensely. Slowly, his hand cupped my cheek, his eyes scanning mine for any hint of regret or hesitation. Tentatively, he leaned in, my eyes fluttering closed as our lips finally met.

It was like an explosion, our lips moulded together perfectly as images and memories began to appear in my head. We had done this before, so many times before. I grasped onto him, trying to find something to anchor me. I threaded my hands in his still-damp hair, as his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me impossibly closer. The contact made me gasp, and he deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing together as more and more visions hit me. Other missions where this exact same set of events continued to happen over and over again. It was the strongest sense of deja vu that I had ever felt.

His body began to press closer to me, pushing me down into the bed. I finally broke the kiss so I could breathe. I looked up at him, his eyes had almost lost all of their blue, leaving only dark pits behind. I quickly pulled the large tee over my head with his elf, and his eyes followed to my chest. It was like I could read his mind, and I knew what he was trying to do. Although that sounded amazing, I had a different plan in mind.

Using my superstrength, I flipped the two of us over so he was the one lying with his legs dangled over the edge of the bed. His eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I raked my nails over his chest, eliciting a quiet groan from his lips. God, I never wanted him to stop making those sounds, I just wanted to make him feel good. I had no idea how the towel stayed around his waist, but it had. Kneeling down, I slowly undid the towel. It was huge to say the least. For a minute, I wondered how the hell I was going to get the whole thing in my mouth, but the minute the thought occurred, it was followed by memories of doing exactly that. I didn’t want to tease him, but I just couldn't help but enjoy the view in front of me, watch his chest heave, his body beginning to glisten with sweat, his dick resting on his stomach, going a little past his navel. The only words I could use to describe him in this very moment was perfect.

My hand rested on his stomach. I felt the muscles in his abdomen tense as my tongue hit his cock, licking one long strip up the shaft, before bringing the head into my mouth. I felt his hand wrap itself into my hair, pulling me even farther onto his dick. I slacked my jaw and hollowed my cheeks as best as possible as I slowly sank farther and farther until my nose hit the base of his dick. The groan he made as his cock hit the back of my throat made me begin to squeeze down around nothing, my panties already ruined at this point. I waited there for a minute, trying to make sure I would be ok for what happened next.

He immediately took control the minute I began to relinquish it, rutting his hips up and into my mouth, pushing my head down onto his dick. I looked up at him, watching as his head flew back, his mouth parted and groans and moans spilling from his mouth. His thrusts started shallow and slow, but began to pick up pace, as I could feel him get closer and closer, his moans louder and louder. His hips began to stutter, and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His hips slammed forward into my mouth, as I felt him spilling into my mouth. I pulled myself up, and swallowed.

Y/N, I knew what it had to be, but I was still in awe and shock. I hadn’t heard that in forever. I must have remembered some time along and told him, archived in his memories. I couldn’t help but hope that this would help me go even deeper into my past. My name had been lost to me for so long, it was nice to finally have an inkling as to who I was.

My eyes locked with his, as he sat up, pulling me up to my feet. He wasted no time, pulling me down on the bed and rolling me on my back.

Our lips met, the kiss passionate, and yet soft and gentle. He moved lower and lower, kissing his way down my body. I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the way that his mouth felt on me, but gasped as he latched onto my nipple, swirling around the peak while rolling the other in his metal fingers. I moaned out at the different sensations, but I pulled his head up, so he could look me in the eyes.

“Please, I need you inside me,” I was out of breath, but he got the point. My body was already clenching around nothing and couldn’t wait any longer. A smirk spread over his face, his ego starting to form, a personality that I had never seen before, but his face jogged more and more memories. His fingers trailed down to my core, trailing his fingers through, collecting my wetness in his fingers. I gasped at the feeling of finally being touched, some sort of relief.

“Fuck, doll, all this for me?”

“Only you, no one else.” My rambles were cut off, a moan ripping through my throat as he pressed down on my clit, rubbing rough circles on the bud. His hand trailed downward, and eased two fingers into me, making sure I was ready for him. He pushed in and out a few times, before pulling them out of me, taking them into his own mouth. His face looked like he was eating the best thing he’d ever tasted.

My eyes were glued to him as he began to line himself up, bringing the tip of his cock up and down my pussy, just enjoying the way he looked standing like that. Slowly, he pushed into me, easing his way in until I felt his thighs hit my ass, my legs wrapping around his hips, trying to keep him in this place as I moaned out, the feeling of being so so full filling my senses. His dick snugly hit that special spot inside of me, causing my head to spin with pleasure.

He waited until he knew that I was absolutely ok, before pulling out just as slowly as he went in, almost completely out, before quickly slamming his hips back in, making me scream out. He kept a fast and brutal pace, no longer being able to control himself.

“Fuck, I didn’t know how much I missed this, doll. You’re squeezing my cock so good.” His words only made me clamp down more, egging me on. I bit down on my lip hard, but he leaned down and began to kiss me, pulling my lip out from between my lips. He broke the kiss, settling his face near my ear. “Don’t you dare stop makin’ those noises.”

I could feel my stomach begin to tighten, the familiar knot forming in my abdomen as he kept hitting the spot inside of me perfectly. He must have noticed I was trying to hold off for him

“Cum for me doll, I’m right behind you.” His thumb pressed against my clit and I was done for, my vision going black, as my body shook under him, as I felt his cum inside of me, filling me up.

A word, a name bubbled up to the front of my tongue, overflowing and pushing its way out of my mouth. “Bucky!”

I couldn't see for a minute, my vision cloudy and hazy, but I felt him slip out of me. I whined at the empty feeling in me, as he got up and went to the bathroom. A minute later, he came back, washcloth in hand. Silently, he cleaned me up, before casting the small towel aside, settling on the bed next to me.

“I missed you,Y/N”

“I missed you too, Bucky” The name felt right, the right sounds that fit perfectly with the way he looked and acted. His face softened, as the memories of the two of us hung heavy in the air.

“I know this might be a bit far, but I hate doing this,”

“Me too, doll. I want to remember you.”

“I say when they put us in the chair this time, we fight for the memories, and next mission, we run like hell.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea”

I had thought it out coming back to the facility, how they wouldn’t be able to overpower both of us at the same time, so if we gave no indication that we could remember again, they wouldn’t have any worry. The only problem was where the hell we were supposed to go. I was pretty sure that the facility was in America, the plane that we took was over a large body of water as we came back, and all of the people at the hotel had French accents, or spoke the language. I had no clue who I was, besides my name, and my love for Bucky, but damn if I wasn’t going to find out where the hell we came from.

I was strapped down to the chair, my limbs bound in tight leather to the seat, with a piece in my mouth, and the clamps on my head. They turned the machine on, and pain shot through every part of my body. I felt the memories wanting to fade away, but I shut my eyes, trying to push myself, will myself to remember. The pain was unbearable, so instead I made myself a room. A little room in my head where I would stay with my best memories away from the pain. The room had walls and doors made out of the metal in my leg, a metal I’ve never seen anyone break. I stood in the room, going through the memories, through everything that had ever happened between Bucky and I.

Finally, the machine eased off of its power, and my body relaxed, relieved that the torture was finally over. I searched my mind, and found my little room, intact. I wanted to jump up and down, celebrate my success over the machine that had been the bane of my existence for as long as I could remember, but I couldn't. I stayed strong faced, and yet blank, as I heard the door open and out walked the man, the one they called Pierce. He was our handler.

“Mission Report”

“The two of us arrived at the hotel, we waited for four days until the target arrived, which was when we executed the mission and were extracted.” My voice was monotone and dull, the way I would sound normally after I had been fully wiped, with only memories of how to maim, kill, and spy.

“Very good, you may go to your room now, you have a new mission for tomorrow.” His words were cold, and two of the people who worked here grabbed either of my arms, leading me to the place that I was left to sleep. I looked up at the ceiling, thoughts swirling through my head, did Bucky make it out ok? What did he remember? I could help with that though, the memories would come back. But that was just a part of this. We were going to get out of this hell hole, and no one could stop us.

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Finding Home

Phic Phight Prompt by @hauntedozone

Sequel to Home with no Memories

He’d been alone on the road for a week now.

In all honesty he should be half dead, exhausted and starving and desperate to find something to eat or drink. But he wasn’t. Well, he was exhausted, just, more emotionally.

It would be easier, he thinks, if he knew who he really was.

His memories were still so fractured so damaged, he didn’t even really know what he was looking for. Just that he was following some vague idea, a concept, a feeling of family and comfort and home and everything a parent was supposed to provide.

So why was he walking away from them?

Easy, Danny thought, It’s because parents or not, those feelings of safety and comfort? Weren’t something they could provide. Even when they tried, even when all that effort was put forward to be those perfect, sitcom style parents, they couldn’t do the bare minimum and not lie to his face .

He wanted Jazz.

He didn’t even know who she was. Not really. But he wanted the feelings that came with the odd memory of her, the comfort, the warmth. The vague annoyance that he was so sure family members were supposed to feel towards each other instead of the full blown fear that held him in its grasp whenever Maddie- his mother - got near him.

In all honesty he wanted to know who he was. What he was. Daniel James Fenton. Missing for five years before being found, unconscious by his parents and brought to a hospital where they kept him for a month, planning their fake lives, their lies, and everything else.

That’s what he does remember. But who else was he?

Why didn’t he look any older? Where were the others? Why was he the only one found and why was it five years later?

But Danny didn’t have the answers. He might never have the answers. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go look for them. First, however, he needed a place to start.

It was novel, being alone. It was pretty freeing as well, no pressure to pretend to be the child that someone else had been missing, no fear of being discovered doing something wrong. No fear of discovering something and it being wrong.

Danny had gotten used to being a wanderer, following a gentle tug in his core that seemed to pull him further and further away. There was no knowing where he was going, and he didn’t exactly have fair for a bus, or food, or really anything at all. So he had to just keep walking.

It took him a week before the hunger hit, and it hit harder than he’d expected. There was something wrong about it, he couldn’t help but think, he’d never heard of hunger being this deep, of seeping into one’s chest. His stomach growled, and he felt a tug towards something. He followed.

The tug took him towards a rest stop with a small diner, open 24/7 and full to the brim with truckers and other poor souls either caught on the road late at night or spending their lives transient and traveling. Just like Danny was now. He wouldn’t mind it, honestly, if he didn’t have the bone deep feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere, and that it was wrong for him to be away.

He walked in, hoping he passed for old enough to be driving on his own, and sat down at a table in the corner. The hunger was so much, just so much and he hadn’t eaten in so long. He’d been convinced that whatever it was his parents had done to him, it had taken away his hunger. It seemed now, that hadn’t been the case.

Maybe he could order food and run? There were plenty of places to hide in the woods, and he’d be good for at least another week right? Unless he just couldn’t feel hunger until it was pressing, didn’t he read somewhere that humans can go a week without food? He was still human, right?

“Hey sweetheart, where’s your parents?” asked an older lady in a waitress uniform, her hair was tied back in a tight but messy bun, and her apron was covered in stains. She set down a glass of water, looking worried and Danny smiled, tried not to look as tired as he was.

“I just got my license,” he lied, “so this is kinda my first roadtrip.”

A flicker of understanding passed behind her eyes and she smiled, “got lost huh?”

Danny ducked his head, an attempt at feigning embarrassment. She just shook her head and handed him a menu, “let me know what you want okay? And don’t let any of these old losers bully you, they’re the rough and rowdy kind.”

Nodding his thanks, Danny opened the menu. It was full of foods he couldn’t fully remember, things he wanted to try, but his eyes landed first and foremost on the burger on the top right. Out of all of them, that one felt the most familiar and he tucked the Menu away.

He sipped on his water, trying not to gulp it down too quickly. He didn’t want anyone to think he was desperate, they might think he was a runaway. They might call his parents. He needed to make it through this without being too suspicious, just eat, and run. Easy. People did it everyday.

When the waitress came back and he placed his order she didn’t look twice at his half empty water, just filled it quickly with the water from her jug and promised his food would be out right away. He waited eagerly.

Eventually, in an attempt to ignore the hunger eating away at the very center of him, he started people watching. He was in a small booth in the corner, so it wasn’t difficult to look around, see all the different people living their lives in the exact same place Danny happened to be.

There were a few sitting alone, silently reading the newspaper or some book, but most were sitting in groups, talking loudly and sharing exploits. Danny had no way of knowing if these people were strangers or friends with each other but he ached none the less.

What would Sam be like, sitting here surrounded by rednecks? In the few fuzzy memories Danny had, she always looked so elegant, all black clothes, sharp eyeliner, expensive fabrics. He couldn’t picture her in a place like this. Then again, he could barely picture her at all. The only truly solid image he’d had of her was from the article.

The one that proclaimed her missing. Along with Tucker and Jazz and Danny himself. He fought back tears, there was no use in breaking down now. He had to find answers, somehow.

His stomach growled again.

After he ate of course. The waitress came back with a huge burger and a whole plate of fries he hadn’t ordered and set it down in front of him. Danny had looked up at her, ready to tell her the mistake, but she simply waved him off and explained it was on the house. He looked hungry after all.

And well, he was. He tucked into the burger, and then the fries, and by the time he’d finished it all along with his third glass of water, his stomach was full to bursting and he had to sit back and take a deep breath. But despite the meal, he was still hungry. He could feel it, the pull in his chest screaming out for something, but he couldn’t eat another bite. He’d tried.

He fought back tears. What was wrong with him now?

The waitress walked over once she noticed he was done, “are you alright? Was the burger no good?” she asked and Danny shook his head, trying not to let her see his face.

“It was fine. Better than any burger I can remember,” he forced a smile.

She frowned, not taken in at all, “Sweetheart, I know our food ain’t that good. Something wrong? You want me to call someone-?”

“No!” he shouted, a touch too fast and far too loud. “No, I … I have to do this on my own.”

The waitress shook her head, she was practically flooded with worry and concern and it tasted almost bitter on his tongue. Tasted. Danny frowned.

“I- Do you want to hear a joke?” he asked.

Startled the waitress set down her jug, “of course sugar, let’s hear your joke.”

It was clear she was humoring him, but Danny didn’t care. He needed something, and there was an inkling of a possibility, a thought that maybe this might work, and he was going to jump on it with everything he had.

“Where does the General keep his armies?” he asked, banking on his knowledge from reading popsicle puns when he was sneaking out back home. No, not home. Back where his parents were.

The waitress rolled her eyes, “I suppose in the barracks?” she smiled.

“Nope, in his sleevies. Do you think glass coffins will be a success?”

“I don’t-” she tried to say, caught off guard by the pun and trying to humor him with a laugh, but failing, obviously, in her confusion.

“Remains to be seen. Did you hear about the guy who lost his left arm?”

“Uh no I-”

“Ehh, his hand writing’s all right now-” his joke was interrupted when he heard her bark out a laugh, a genuine one and Danny’s chest hummed with the sound. He breathed it in, and felt something ease, just a little, in his chest.

“I’m glad you laughed, my usual clientele don’t usually get my jokes. It's hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs. They always take things so literally.”

This one had her snorting behind her hand and looking at him completely anew, “kid you are something else you know that? This your attempt at getting a free meal?”

Danny smiled awkwardly, “is it working?”

She rolled her eyes, “keep trying charmer. I’ll go get your bill.”

Danny absorbed just a bit more of her laughter before she left, letting it settle under his skin, comforting and energetic. It wasn’t enough, not nearly, he realized, but it took away the edge and he found himself feeling mostly normal again. Well, as normal as someone who could apparently eat emotions was.

He was gone before she returned.

It was an unsettling feeling to be sure. He still wasn’t fully confident he still needed to eat, if the only thing that had taken away the painful emptiness in his chest was going to be emotions. What else was wrong with him? He didn’t age, or if he did it was slowly, he didn’t eat actual food, the cuts and scrapes he had gotten while walking through the trees to follow that tug, that pull in his chest that kept him going, all went away as quickly as they appeared. He was almost tempted to cut his hand deeper and time it as the skin stitched together.

Was that something his mother had done?

One thing he did know, he needed sleep. It was to biggest hurdle in his entire time traveling, almost a week away from home and he’d needed sleep more than anything else and it was almost grounding. It helped him feel human even as he laid awake, looking at the stars and somehow knowing the names of every constellation but not remembering why.

He wondered if Tucker was okay. If he’d complain about traveling like this or insist they took some gas guzzling car. Would he have counter arguments to Danny’s fractured morals, comment on how one little meal won’t hurt a restaurant but it could be life or death for him. That felt like something Tucker would say.

Danny kept walking.

He’d prepared after the first stop at the roadside diner. First, he’d shoplifted protein bars and trailmix,then he’d charmed the rest stop cashier into a roiling laugh after defending her from a particularly rambunctious drunk that had wandered in and made a mess of things. She’d thought it was hilarious to watch a grown man get his ass handed to him by a teenager, and Danny’s chest had practically purred with the satisfaction. As if that right there had been the first meal he’d had in months.

After that he felt lighter, like gravity wasn’t affecting him as much, and the pull on his chest got stronger, leading him away and into a certain uncertainty. He was excited now, pushing all the thoughts of experiments and inhumanity aside, there was an adventure to be had. And he was going to have it.

Looking at the stars helped too.

It was secondary of course, but whenever he felt frustrated, or tired, or on the edge of just stopping and giving up right then and there, he’d look up at the stars. Orion was there, watching over him, the big dipper and canis major, and every other constellation he could point out with ease. It gave him the energy he’d needed to go on, keep moving forward. To find the answers he so desperately needed.

One of the things he stole had been a watch. It was a large, ticking one that had caught his eye as he walked around the large store, trying not to seem to suspicious. It reminded him of something, the analogue clock he'd convinced Maddie and Jack to buy before he ran away perhaps? Or maybe, it was the ticking that was familiar. Either way it had been a comfort when he wrapped it around his wrist, holding it up occasionally to his ear just to listen. He let himself have it, this one thing that brought him comfort as he fled the only possible home he could remember.

It helped him sleep at night.

The first time Danny disappeared, it was because he was scared.

He was in the middle of the woods, decently far off the trail and mostly unconcerned with being found. Most people wouldn’t be out this far, this late, and they certainly wouldn’t be so far off the trail. Which was why, when he’d heard voices, hushed and excited, he went still.

Danny knew why he was here, the instinct he was following, homing beacon, whatever it was, it didn’t care where roads were, and it cared even less for forest paths. He wouldn’t get lost, and even if he was out here in the woods for sometime, he’d figured out exactly how to keep the hunger at bay. At least, for long enough.

The voices grew louder and Danny tried to think of what to do. Did they know he was out here? He hadn’t exactly been bothering to keep quiet, and if he could hear the crunch of leaves and foliage underneath the stranger’s boots as they walked nearer and nearer, then surely they had heard his own, far less careful steps.

Thinking, quickly and with no small amount of panic, Danny stayed still and calmed his breathing. If they knew he was in the area but he didn’t make a sound, it would take luck to find him, or some kind of tracking skill, shit. His eyes started looking around at the trees, picking out branches he might use to climb, but none of them looked like they’d hold his weight. Even if he himself felt lighter, it was unlikely a tree would agree with him.

He struggled to calm his breathing as the voices stopped, but the steps grew louder. What should he do? They were coming straight towards him? Why would they stop talking if they were trying, somehow, to sneak up on him?

His heart beat in his chest, an uncomfortably fast rhythm and Danny squeezed his eyes closed just as he heard someone break through the thick of trees in front of him.

“Brett there’s no one here,” a voice spoke, less than a foot away and full of gravel.

Danny opened his eyes.

There were two men in front of him, both holding weapons, one was a large pistol that had Danny’s heart almost stop once he caught sight of it, while the other was holding a large machete, likely used to make traveling through the wood like this easier.

“He’s hiding then,” said the stranger with the gun, “you saw the snag of blue fabric on the tree. He definitely went this way. Just, look in the bushes or something.”

The other guy, the first one to push past the trees and into the small space Danny was now standing, sharing with them, started swinging his weapon around and calling out in a sing song voice that had the hairs on the back of Danny’s neck rising.

“Come on out kiddo~.” he said, “we’re just worried about you. It isn’t safe getting lost alone in the woods at night. I mean, who knows what kind of scary people you could run into-”

Bret had slapped him on the back of the head, and ignoring his partner’s cry of outrage, said “you idiot. Do you even know how not to run your mouth?”

“Oh come on,” he’d said, carelessly waving his machete around, inches from where Danny was standing, back flush against the bark of a tree. Danny sucked in his breath to avoid being nicked. Even if they apparently couldn’t see him, the last thing he wanted was them getting a bit of blood on the blade and wondering where exactly it was from. “What’s he gonna do? Run? It’ll be easier to catch him then.”

Danny had to admit, that was certainly true. But he was eying a small trail between two of the trees nonetheless, maybe even if he made noise, if he was still invisible they wouldn’t be able to find him right?

The blade slid through his chest and into the tree.

He didn’t breath, didn’t risk the rise and fall movement of his chest, and braced for the pain. Like an idiot he’d gotten distracted, let them put a giant knife through him, and now he was going to bleed out in the middle of the woods on some quest for answers he didn’t know existed. His thoughts raced past, half formed memories that he’d been holding onto with desperation and emotions he didn’t properly remember feeling, interspersed with the image of his parents, crying on the driveway as he walked away. Was this what happens when an amnesiac watches their life flash before their eyes?

The blade got taken out of the tree, a thick piece of bark falling off and onto the forest floor before the man sheathed the thing. Danny raised his hand to his chest, confused. The pain had never come.

In fact, it was like nothing had happened at all. The blade had simply gone through him.

Like a ghost.

He ran away, running through trees and their branches, his steps silent and weightless, his hands barely there and transparent as he lifted them in front of his eyes. This wasn’t possible. It didn’t make sense, people can't just stop existing like this. That’s something he’d know, someone would have mentioned it as a possibility.

Right?

Something was wrong, horribly wrong and Danny fought against the feeling bubbling up in his chest, tried to force it down, and ran face first into a tree.

Groaning, he felt around his tender nose. Apparently being incorporeal wasn’t a permanent thing, it was just… something he could do now. Or maybe, it was something he could always do. How much of him as he currently existed, was from his parents experimentation, and how much was from when they’d tried to “fix him”. Would he ever get an answer?

Danny let his head fall back into the grass and listened for the sound of anyone following him. It would be quite a feat, he supposed, if they even realized he’d left with the way it went down. So instead he looked up at the sky, started counting stars, and let himself fall asleep right there. This dream was of an endless forest and a strange, guttural language he’d never heard before, but found himself understanding.

After he got out of the woods he went to a small town. It was nice, cozy even and the people were pleasant to be around. Even if they threw him the occasional odd look due to his filthy worn hoodie and unwashed hair. He took the chance to sneak into a gas station bathroom and try to wash some of the dirt that had caked on his face, there was nothing he could do about the dark circles though. They were a permanent fixture at this point and Danny almost wouldn’t recognize himself without them.

Once he was finished with that, he walked around a bit more, looking for stuff he could do, people he could help. The ache in his chest had come back after his long stint in the woods, and he was eager to take this opportunity to try and soothe it.

Unfortunately, a filthy stranger walking around town wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy character and Danny struggled to find anything he could do that wouldn’t just scare someone off. It was when he’d asked around outside the arcade if anyone needed help with something around town, that an adult man had stopped what he was doing, looked him up and down, and said “you trying to get a job?”

Danny, not knowing really how to answer, just nodded. He was, in reality, just trying to find someone to help payment not needed, but he wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that either.

The man just sighed and said that he’d needed help moving some of the machines into the back and that, legally, it was a two person job. He offered twenty bucks and Danny shook his hand eagerly, a large smile on his face.

The man introduced himself as Marsh Hangreeve and explained that there were about half a dozen machines that needed to get moved, either they were broken without repair, no one really played them any more, or they were so outdated that all the cords were starting to fray and become a health hazard to the younger kids that sometimes wandered around the arcade.

The first one they lifted had been lighter than Danny was expecting, and they were able to easily maneuver it exactly where Marsh had wanted it in the back storage closet. Once they’d set it down, he’d had given Danny an approving look, nodded, and led him to the next one.

They were on their way back from carrying the fourth, and Danny was feeling pretty pleased with himself, when a kid no older than six had ran past them and tripped over the wire of one of the damaged games, pulling it off balance. The entire machine tipped back, towering over the fallen child and Danny couldn’t stop himself from running forward if he’d wanted to. His very being hummed and pulled, and he was there, one arm holding up the machine and the other curled around the child, protective.

Marsh had screamed a warning, but it hardly mattered. Danny lifted the machine easily back into place and gently picked up the child in his other arm, before stepping away and setting him back down.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked the frightened child, concerned.

“Is he okay?” Marsh scowled, “are you? Boy I told you those were a two man job why would you run over trying to get yourself squished like that!”

Danny rolled his eyes, clearly it wasn’t as heavy as it had been made out to be, “and let him get crushed instead?”

Looking over at the kid Marsh breathed out a frustrated sigh, “I guess you have a point. But don’t do it again or you can forget the twenty bucks I owe you. Here kid, let’s find your parents.”

Danny smiled, it felt good, helping people.

Was that the human part of him though? Or was it something else?

When Danny and Marsh finished the job he’d gotten his twenty dollars and a free dinner, and Danny gratefully accepted. Despite everything, he really did like being around people. Humans were kind by their very nature, and Danny basked in that feeling as much as he could on his journey. Sure, sometimes he felt more like he was taking advantage than anything else, and it was selfish almost, to seek out civilization only for his own needs.

But he tried not to think about that too much either- it sometimes caused a physical ache in his heart- and let the free meal settle as he fell asleep again, under the stars. They were particularly bright that night and he could have sworn he heard the ticking off a clock as he drifted away to sleep.

It was getting colder. It made sense really, he was headed north afterall. And he’d made plans for that, for the winter cold and the snow. He’d gotten a winter coat from walmart by sneaking in through the walls, it turned out he could spread that particular power to anything he touched, and fought the wave of guilt that hit him every time he did something like that.

He justified it in his mind with two different familiar voices. One that was easy going and carefree and told him, “hey you need that more than anyone else does, besides who’s going to miss one silly coat if it’ll save your life it’s worth it right?” The other was more steady, almost righteous and it said that “large conglomerates like Walmart and other stores gain most of their fortune on the backs of workers. They could stand to lose a bit of merchandise.”

His plan, once it got too cold to stay outside, had been to use the truck stops and sleep there, insulated from the cold at night before heading out again in the morning and continuing to walk. He’d had the fleeting thought, that perhaps he was headed to the north pole, and that there was no way for him to get there, no matter how long he walked, because that just wasn’t what humans can do.

Then again, he should have known better than to think himself limited to what humans can do.

It was when he woke up, covered in snow and more comfortable than he’d been any time Maddie had tucked him into bed under layer and layer of warm blankets, that he realized the cold didn’t just not affect him: it was a comfort.

Danny had held the snow in his hand and marveled at it. It didn’t melt, nor did it’s cold sting at him, and Danny found himself sitting, enraptured, by the intricate detailed designs that every flake formed as it fell. He blew the snow from his hands and watched as more formed, icy and solid and buzzing with the same kind of energy he felt just underneath his skin. Could he make ice now?

Was he Jack Frost or something? It certainly made sense, Jack Frost could apparently turn invisible and supposedly took the form of a young man riding on the wind. Then again, he’d never read anything about Jack Frost being able to turn visible, and Danny didn’t think he could fly.

Could he?

How would someone even go about discovering that?

As eager as he was, Danny wasn’t about to go jumping off cliffs or anything, not when he was so close to his answers. To the end of the rope that’s been leading him, tugging at his chest. So Danny just shook the snow out of his hair, marveled at the comforting soft feel of it, and continued his trek.

Amity Park had a sign on the outskirts proclaiming it “a nice place to live” and Danny felt something click into place as he walked past the town’s boundary. His emotions were suddenly running wild, as if he’d been starving them, and suddenly he could feast. He had to take a step back but there was something stopping him, a cry for help and he ran towards it, energy flowing all around him too much to keep inside too much to hold and he felt as a bright light surrounded him and he flew forward, his legs fading behind him until he came upon a scene straight out of his nightmares.

It was a monster, terrorizing a young woman, probably in her early twenties if that. The monster was large, glowing, and only just opaque enough to not look like some kind of hologram. Danny flew in front of it, putting himself between it and the girl and growling a warning. He wasn’t thinking about how his feet weren’t touching the ground, he refused to question it for fear of the ability going away without his control. He didn’t look down.

The monster stopped, a stunned look on its face, “ghost boy?” it asked. Danny frowned, why did that voice sound familiar? Was he really something from his dreams? How much had he dismissed as fantasy only for it to be reality, law of nature breaking reality?

“What did you call me?” Danny asked, risking a glance to see if the woman had run yet. She hadn’t, instead she was just standing there, smiling, and when she noticed him looking, she waved. He fought a blush, what the hell?

The monster laughed, “I knew you hadn’t Faded! They all told me I was crazy to hunt for prey long dead, But I, Skulker, was right! And here you are!”

Danny didn’t know how to react to that. Did he know this thing? Wait, no, clearly he knew this thing. It was somewhere, scrambled with the rest of his memories. Flashes of cages, and fights, constant paranoia, and Danny felt his hand grow cold as he built ice in it to attack with.

The woman called out though, no longer afraid, “oh please. He’s only been gone, what a year? Weren’t you crying just last month about how much you missed him?”

Danny turned around to face her, “weren’t you scared? Why are you still here?”

At the same time the monster, Skulker, sputtered, “I was merely lamenting the loss of such rare prey!”

The woman just giggled, “how can I leave when my hero has finally retuned to save me~”

There was something weird going on here. For one, everyone seemed to recognize him, but neither of them had used his name. For two, he and this Skulker were clearly floating in the middle of the day and almost no attention was being paid to them at all beyond the woman who’d originally called for help.

Who clearly no longer felt she needed it.

“Hold on,” Danny said, struggling to sort through the information he was being given, “you two know me?”

Skulker’s grin dropped and the girl gasped.

“What do you mean by asking such an absurd question! You and I are mortal enemies! Of course we know each other!” geez, he didn’t have to get so offended.

Danny crossed his arms, “what’s my name?”

“Uh,” Skulker looked down towards the woman before looking back at Danny, “you know you’re usually a bit more tightlipped about that. It’s really not sporting to hunt prey that isn’t in it’s right mind.”

Danny scowled, “why would I be tightlipped about my name? Ugh, this is a waste of time. Just,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “leave the lady alone and go do something I don’t know, Hunter-y that won’t piss me off.”

“Why would I-”

“Or I can freeze you into a block of ice that doesn’t melt,” Danny threatened, feeling the energy build behind his eyes.

At Danny’s glare, the hunter gulped and feigned looking at his watch. “Huh, looks like it’s time to go feed that gorilla, I’ll uh, be back to hunt you later Welp!” He flew away.

Danny sighed and let himself float gently downward until his feet touched the floor. The woman ran over to hug him, eager, and Danny just let himself go intangible, unwilling to be touched so casually by someone who basically amounted to a stranger.

“Do you know my name?” he asked, warily.

She blinked, “Of course! You’re Phantom, ghost boy and savor of Amity Park. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Or something,” he answered, still stuck on something she said, Skulker had called him that as well, “what do you mean when you say ghost boy?”

Her eyes widened and she brought one of her hands, slender and perfectly manicured, to cover her mouth as she gasped. “There is something wrong. I knew you wouldn’t leave for so long without a reason!”

Quicker than he could react to, she grabbed his shoulders and led him to a store front window. Whatever she was trying to show him was probably inside, but Danny was struck instead by his own reflection, ghostly and glowing with bright green eyes.

He disappeared.

The woman called out to him, not thrown at all by his display of power, or by how much a freak he must be. Was he the same as the monster he’d almost fought earlier? They’d called him ghost boy, was Skulker a ghost? Was he?

But he couldn't be. That didn’t make sense.

Someone couldn’t be alive and dead…

Unless…

Experiments…

“We were trying to fix you Danny.”

His chest hurt again. And he followed it subconsciously, taking a path through town on auto pilot, and trying not to think about his changed appearance. When had it happened, why? Was it something he could undo, like the other powers he had?

Why did this town feel so different from all the others? What was the giant spike of energy drawing him like a moth to flame in the center of everything. Was that what was pulling him here? Or was this just where he needed to be?

How long was it going to take to get him memories back anyways. There wasn’t even a clock tower here! Hadn’t that been his goal, the one thing he knew to look for?

His path had brought him to an old torn down building on the end of a residential street. It hurt, for some reason, to look at the rubble around him and not know what happened here, or even what it used to be. But he knew there was something here. He could feel it. The energy buzzed around him and he looked around, checking if there was any other crazy people or dangerous “ghosts” before he simply, let himself fall down through it.

He found a lab.

Not just any lab, but the lab from his nightmares. The beakers, the buttons, the ominous table with thick metal cuffs and dark green slime long dried on it. He put his hand to his chest, almost feeling the scalpel as it sliced into him. Taking a breath, he pushed it away, buried and hidden, he could think about that another day.

For now, all his attention was on the glowing green and purple swirling mass of energy that was singing at him like a song. It pulled him in, and he floated towards it, this power newly discovered and yet second nature, just like all the rest.

He hesitated for a moment, before he went through it. What if what he was looking for was over here, on this side of whatever that was, and he couldn’t get back out? What if he really was dead, and that led to the afterlife? What if he was missing the answers to his questions by going through?

But he’d followed the pull to this town and he’d found familiarity as foreign as it was, and now he was following his gut.

He braced himself and flew through.

What he found was a swirling green void that made no sense and defied what little laws of nature Danny remembered existing, like gravity and sense. Danny had the feeling that it went on, winding and stretching, for an eternity and that no matter what way he went, he could get lost forever and never find his way back.

That didn’t matter though, because right in front of him, larger than life and bigger than anything around it, was the clock-tower he’d been searching for.

It didn’t look like it belonged there, in fact, with it’s size and the relative barrenness of the collections of floating rocks and doors around him, it seemed rather ill placed. Like something had forced it somewhere it didn’t fit and Danny approached it cautiously.

There was no reason to believe that this was safe, just because he wanted it to be, just because his shattered mind had somehow put together that it was. He stood at the doors. In all reality they were ominous and foreboding. The entire tower was, sharp angles, deep purples and glowing greens. He didn’t feel scared though, so he lifted his hand to knock.

The door opened before he even touched wood and there, right in front of him, was another ghost. One he’d never seen before, with blood red eyes and a nasty, twisting scar hidden partially under a deep purple hood and a clock, ticking, familiarly, in his chest.

Danny felt tears build, his lips wobbled, his hands trembled as he clenched them tightly into fists, and when the ghost lifted his arms Danny flew into them clutching tight and crying. He heaved large, ugly sobs into his shoulder and felt a hand stroke down his back to comfort him.

“Welcome home.”

#Danny phantom #Phic Phight #Phic Phight 2021 #phic phight 21 #Clockwork dp #Clockwork #amnesia #Listen I wasn't going to make a sequel!!! the prompt made me do it!!!#Bee's writing

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feastofcadavers · 3 years ago

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Conversations were small to nonexistent between the three that trekked towards the field of growing crops. Standing between two allies that were taller than he'll ever be, Mint would look between Lemon and Aloe with a forced smile. He knew full well that these two talking to each other could be nothing short of a disaster, but... talking would be better than the unsettling tension and silence. No matter how pleasant the weather had become, clean air and a cool breeze under a clear sky, the rocky relationship between them made it feel as if it was a stormy night. Though before speaking, the musician had the bright idea of offering his hands to both of them. Lemon rejected with a scoff, and Aloe silently took the offer with an averted gaze. A half success... better than nothing!

"So, erm..." Mint would give an awkwardly dry laugh as he attempted to spark up some sort of conversation. "Lemon, uh, you said you had gone through where we're going before? Do you know the person that owns the place?" There was a simple 'mhm' from the ex-hunter, prompting the minty-haired fellow to continue, "Then do you know her name? Maybe- Maybe you know what she's like so we know what to do if we meet up with her on accident?" "Ugh... Her name is Carrot. She's a hothead and even more vengeful towards the cursed than even I am. Another hunter, and one that is very close with Beet. Well... was close with her, anyway."

"But didn't Beet... y'know...?" Mint gave a meaningless motion with his arm, as if that was going to explain Beet's death wordlessly. Thankfully, it was easily understood. "And she- she said something about Carrot being gone, right? Or maybe... maybe cursed? I dunno, the memory is kinda fuzzy around there..." He could feel Aloe rub at the hand that held his puncture wound. It was almost sweet in how gentle the motion was, as sour of a reminder the wound itself is. It seemed like the many-eyed researcher wished to say something, but held their tongue. "I doubt it. The Carrot I know would kill herself before she had the chance to turn into one of us." "That's, um, kinda harsh-" "Don't care, 's the truth." Lemon would take in an audible breath of air, and give an even more audible sigh. "The two of them probably had a scuffle and assumed the worst. They're trained to assume the worst, and ready to kill anything or anyone at any moment. It's just a hunter thing... and it's the life we gotta live to protect the ones we want and keep those bastards from killing more people." "I... I see."

Coming up with no further way to continue the conversation, despite how desperate Mint was to raise the atmosphere, there was nothing more that he could think of. Great... he made himself feel worse. With his one cheek quirked up against the bottom of his eye in how troubled he was, he would take to looking around at his surroundings. Corn. Lots of it resting atop of their tall. Was this an entire plot of land dedicated to raising corn? With how tight the lanes were, only one person could fit through at a time. The line the three stood in had to be broken as Lemon gave a 'follow me' motion with his arm. Even with the different angle, at least Aloe held the troubled one's hand still. It was a comfort he didn't think would be as soothing as it was.

"If Carrot is around here, she has sharp ears. She can locate anyone in her fields if she has something to trace it. Footsteps, the crackling of leaves, bumping into a crop... She's been at this for years. So just stay close, aight?" "Yes, sir!" "Ew. Don't call me that. Ever." "O-oh, alright, apologies-..."

With a bit of irritation on his face, Lemon would lead the other two through row after row, attempting to be as quiet and close as possible. They weren't perfect, of course, with a few bumps into each other or their surroundings. Yet with how quiet they were even when making mistakes, no trouble was spurred... thankfully. This was... far more stressful than Mint thought it would be! It almost rivaled escaping the mansion. Almost.

Coming upon a lane of empty land, that of which was lined with tire tracks and likely a place for vehicles to come through if need be... Mint was able to spot a couple of people fiddling around with distant corn stalks. Narrowing his gaze at the two while Lemon looked elsewhere for threats, the emerald-eyed musician perked up at the sight of familiar faces. The white-haired one and the biker... Why did he keep seeing these two around? What were they- what were they even doing here?

"Coast is clear," Lemon would murmur, distracting the observing one from his current focus, "let's get past this part quick, it leaves us visible." And the command would be followed, though as Aloe was slinking back into the corn, there was a loud sound of various breaking stalks of corn and loud laughter. Those other two were probably messing around, not even knowing about their sneaking situation. Mint's heart froze as the sound echoed through the fields, and his chest clenched in the response it brought.

"WHO'S THAT VAHRMIT OUT THERE IN MAH FIELDS?!" A short-fused, high-pitched, and incredibly southern voice permeated through the fields, followed by the sounds of quick footsteps that were likely the two attempting to run from their spot. Mint gave a shudder and an audible whimper as he turned to Lemon, who seemed... more than displeased. "We- we need to run." With Aloe giving a quiet 'agreed' shortly afterward. Unfortunately, the current leader would shake his head. "No... Once she's searching, she won't stop until she knows for absolute certain there's no one left." Uncomfortably shuffling from being the most into the corn to being out on the open, track-ridden land.

"You two stay there. Hidden. I'll take the brunt of her and try to convince her that there's no one else around when she gets here..." "I-if you're sur-" "Shh. Be silent. Don't. Do. Anything."

Mint would only give a nod, Aloe looking down at him with worry breaking through that stoic expression of theirs. The two of them would be as still as possible, hands held tight- and the researcher's doll, too- as heavy and trotting steps would approach. Carrot sure sounded angry just from those steps alone... and the hidden two would hope that Lemon knew what he was doing.

#📝 written scriptures #🌵 the rabid researcher #🎻 the court's conflicted #⚡ the vengence served sparked #aloe cookie #mint choco cookie #lemon cookie #carrot cookie #feastofcadavers #carrot #🥕 the actual widowed huntress

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imbeccable-writes · 3 years ago

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Since Marin has kind of taken up Yakko's role for Dot how are Marin and Yakko going to react to each other when they meet? Does Marin kind of hope they aren't out there so he can't lose her?

hm. I'm wondering how I can answer this without spoiling much, because this will come up eventually in the fic itself.

Let's go with this:

Marin didn't think Dot's brothers were still out there. Or rather, he didn't think they would really be putting in the effort to try and find her. At most, he figured they'd be doing the same thing Dot was doing, meaning they wished they could be with her but weren't actually doing anything to reunite with her.

But Marin knew how much the thought of reuniting with them helped Dot. It gave her something to focus on that got her up in the morning, especially in those later years when the abuse was really starting to weigh on her. So he went along with it, for her sake, because he cares for her and wanted to give her hope.

The thing is, though, is that Marin also knew that the idea of her brothers were keeping her from moving on. She was so fixated on reuniting with them that she denied herself potential happy families and lives beyond what she knew. She denied adoption interviews and eventually landed on the streets and nearly died because she couldn't bear to call anyone else family. All for what? A fuzzy memory of a story in a cell and formless silhouettes she can't even tell the difference between? She quite literally knows nothing about these boys and she's staking her entire life on the possibility of finding them.

He's kind of... bitter about it, I think is the word. I think he almost wishes she completely forgot about them, because then she would've been able to move on with her life and wouldn't have felt so much heartache over their separation. He thinks she might be happier if she didn't know she had brothers.

It breaks his heart seeing her get so upset as the years pass her by and she's nowhere near reuniting with them, and Marin isn't entirely sure if Yakko and Wakko are worth that pain. Actually, no, Marin absolutely doesn't think they're worth that pain, especially back when he thought there wouldn't be any resolution to it. Marin's selfish that way, because he's spent a lot of his life needing to look after himself or the other orphans, and he couldn't really afford to worry about others outside of his little group. It wasn't worth the energy, because Marin couldn't do anything to help those others, but he could help himself and he could help his fellow orphans.

I don't think up until this point Marin ever worried about "losing" Dot to Yakko and Wakko because he never really believed they'd ever see each other again. And even now, on his way to deliver Dot to the wishing star, all that's on his mind is making it up to Dot for ever making her doubt how much he loves her. That feeling might rise up later, after the dust has settled and the action has ended, but right now Marin wants to help Dot achieve her life long dream of seeing her brothers again.

As for Yakko, well, obviously he doesn't have any idea Marin exists, but he's always been afraid of the idea that his sibs found families outside of him. After the Acme Falls orphanage moved, he knew Wakko never got adopted and though he was close with many people in the little village, Wakko didn't have a familial bond outside of his guardians with anyone else. But Yakko is completely flying blind with Dot; all he knows is that she was very young when they separated and that she's the least likely to remember any of them. His number one fear outside of finding her dead, is finding her alive and happy with a family who adopted her years ago, because how is he supposed to take her from that? He'll learn soon enough that that isn't the case, but he's definitely going to be wary of Marin and how close he is with Dot. It's definitely going to be a dynamic kinda like:

Marin: Dot's my little sister.

Yakko: YOUR little sister?

Marin: Uh, yeah? Like it or not, kid, I grew up with her. She's just as much my sister as she is yours.

And they'll just kinda have to... deal with it.

TLDR: you'll have to wait and see how specifically Marin and Yakko react to one another, and not until very recently did Marin start to worry he might not be as important to Dot as Yakko and Wakko are, and honestly? That's not really something he's prepared to deal with

thanks for the questions anon!!! I love talking about my precious OC kids whom I've come to adore.

#GOD i cant wait to write the three brothers of Dot interacting #I have a very specific scene in mind and i cant wait to get to it!!#separated #animaniacs #bec speaks

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justsomethingfromafilmilike · 3 years ago

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Souls Among Stars - Chapter 9

Warnings: it may seem at one point that David is taking advantage of a situation.. and like… kinda but he's really not it just… It ends up looking that way…

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David watched Rory as she paced back and forth in the ship’s locker room. She hadn’t taken off her suit yet, not even her helmet. Shaw had ordered quarantine fail-safes and so each person that had taken their helmets off at any point were to be given a scan while in their suits and go through the decontamination process, whether or not the scan had found anything, both in and out of their suits. Since Rory hadn’t taken her helmet off on the first day, and no one knew she had taken it off that day, she was only required to have her suit sprayed down and scanned with everyone else.

However, Rory had refused to take off her suit even after going through the decontamination process with the others and even after her scan came back normal. David hadn’t told anyone Rory had taken off her helmet and she was too shaken up after hearing Shaw’s screams and sobs - and accidentally catching a glimpse of Holloway’s body - as David brought her in. The captain had shown everyone his camera feed of how they’d found Millburn’s body so no one was surprised when Rory didn’t want to take off her suit, especially considering the fact that Holloway could have been sick while on the ship and exposed it to everyone else at any point. They didn’t know if it was in the air or if it could be on surfaces.

"What if I caught something too? What if we all caught something? We all took off our helmets."

"If it were in the air you would all be sick by now,” David told her. “No one else shows any signs of infection. Everyone’s scans came back clean. Perhaps Dr. Holloway touched something he shouldn't have."

"But what about Millburn? What the fuck even was that? You saw the video feed from Janek’s camera. What the fuck was that-!" David stood and Rory stopped pacing as she almost ran into him.

"Rory," he said firmly, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“David, I-I took off my helmet too. I took it off, David-! What if-?!”

"Breathe. You're perfectly healthy.”

“But what if-?!”

“If it'll help erase your fears I can give you a full thorough examination in the medbay myself." If she hadn't been so shaken she may have blushed at the idea. Instead she nodded. “Okay. I’m going to take your helmet off now.” His hands slowly moved from her shoulders to the helmet and her hands flew to hold his wrists to stop him. He waited until she nodded again, and she lowered her hands, before taking it off. Setting it on the nearby bench, he kept his eye on Rory as she took calming breaths with her eyes closed.

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Rory lay in one of the medbays on the table of the scanner, her under wrappings covered by the white medical gown. David hit the button to send the scanning arch over her body one way then back again. She looked over after a moment as David turned the screen so she would be able to see it.

"See? Nothing out of the ordinary," he told her. "No signs of infection… Nothing that shouldn’t be there. Your bloodwork came back negative as well.” He gave her a soft smile. “Though we should make sure there aren’t any external signs the scan can't see." She looked from the screen to him. "If you would." He gestured at the gown and her cheeks lit up. "Just the gown. I will be completely professional, I assure you," he said with an amused grin. "I'll be able to tell you if there are any markings, discoloration, or signs that weren't there before. I won’t look anywhere you’re not comfortable with me looking. You have my word."

She remembered he had already seen her almost naked when he had woken her and then again when they had shared Vicker's bathtub. While her memory was a bit fuzzy she was also certain she had even undressed in front of him the night before while she was half-awake. Rory wasn’t uncomfortable in that regard, she didn’t care if someone saw her as long as the parts she wanted covered were covered. It was the fact that it was him seeing her that made her face burn so brightly.

"Alright," she said as she slowly sat up. He turned to the side to offer a bit of privacy but curiously glanced out of the corner of his eye as she slipped the gown down off her shoulders before she folded it up and placed it beside her. "O-Okay," she breathed. He turned to her and motioned for her to stand. She slid off the table and he took one of her hands, using it to lift and turn her arm this way and that.

"So far so good," he told her with a smile as he finished checking her other arm. "Turn please." She turned around and pulled her hair over her shoulder. He allowed himself to admire her for a moment, taking note of freckles or scars he hadn’t seen before. They weren’t new but he hadn’t been given enough time to take notice of them the few times he had seen her like this. "Sit back up on the table please." She hopped back on the table and he gently took her ankle. He glanced up at her as she fiddled with her hands. He cleared his throat unnecessarily and she glanced up from her lap to meet his eyes, her face flushing even more. "Your… inner thighs." He motioned to her closed legs. "I won't go any further, I promise." She once again couldn't look at him as she shifted her legs apart. He noticed her breathing pick up when he gently placed one hand on her knee and the other on her outer thigh. "From what I can see, everything looks normal. You're perfectly healthy, Rory, as I said."

"Thank you," she said as she attempted to meet his eyes. He smiled up at her. "For checking," she added quickly.

"Of course. I'm glad I could ease your mind on the matter."

"So…" she started but stopped as he stood and grabbed her folded clothes for her before placing them on the table next to her, her socks and shoes being placed on the ground in front of her.

"Mr. Weyland will be waking up later tonight," he said. "He's requested you be there."

"I'll get my camera then." She picked up her pants and unfolded them. Before she could stand to put them on David spoke again and she ended up simply holding them on her lap.

"Have you ever met Mr Weyland?" he asked as he tilted his head and sat back on his chair.

"Besides when I shot when he went into his pod and that tiny interview where he’d written the questions?” she asked with a scoff. “No. Not officially. I don't think we'd get along too well." Rory shook her head as she stood from the table and pulled on her pants.

"And why is that?" David tilted his head again, with a small frown.

"He wants to meet the Engineers because he thinks they know a way to keep him alive longer… It's very rare that good people go to this much trouble to extend their lives at the expense of others- I mean I'm sure you told him people have died." She closed her eyes briefly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say he's a bad person-"

"There's no need to apologize. You're right." She looked surprised. "I did inform him about Fifield being missing and about Millburn and Holloway's fates earlier while you and the others were in decontamination.”

"I just think the beauty of life is that it eventually ends. We're born, we die, the cycle starts over." He reached up to touch where her pendant lay under his t-shirt. "We have limited time to enjoy and appreciate the world around us. It's what makes life special."

"I don't." She almost didn't hear him, pausing as she sat back down and picked up her sweater.

"What?"

"I don't have limited time. As long as I receive proper maintenance, I'll live forever. I will outlive my creator… I will outlive you..." As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back. Utterly crestfallen was the only way to describe her expression, though she tried to hide it. He hated whenever he accidently reminded her of his nature as she more often than not forgot; he didn’t like the sadness in her eyes. "Rory, I-"

Before he could say anything to take away her frown, two men came into the room holding up an unconscious Shaw between them. Rory yelped as she quickly covered herself with her sweater. David stood and moved to block their view of her as she hurried to pull her sweater over her head.

"Sorry, Miss," one said. "Doctor here was complaining of abdominal pains and then just passed out."

"On the table then," David said as he gestured to it.

“Want us to go get Ford?” the other asked.

“That won’t be necessary,” David said before he turned to Rory. "Miss Stevens, I'll meet you later this evening."

"R-right." Rory hurried to finish getting dressed and shot him a slightly confused look not understanding the sudden formality. When he had called her ‘Miss Stevens’ earlier that day in front of the captain she thought that had been the reason; he needed to be professional since Janek was someone of importance. Rory looked to Shaw, still passed out, now laying on the table.

"It’s probably just stress," David suggested. "She did suffer... a tragedy recently."

"Yeah. I-I'll see you." David gave her a nod as she left, with one last glance to Shaw.

(Next Chapter)

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A/N: so yeah, I didn't want to make it seem like David took advantage of Rory's health fears and did the exam for that reason. He legit gave her the examination to reassure her. It was just kinda an added bonus that he got a look at scars and freckles. (Because that is legit what he was looking at, he wasn't actually /checking her out/ even though it probably seemed like it.) You would think the next two chapters couldn't have a ton of fluff in them… but you'd be wrong.

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northlight14 · 4 years ago

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A love for love

Description: Roman loved love. He always had, even as a small child. So why was it so different whenever he was involved?

TW: panic attack, mention of making out but nothing is actually shown, cursing, questioning, unrequited love, let me know if I should add anything else

Ships: unrequited royality, platonic roceit, dukeceit

Genre: high school au

Prompt: prompt 6, aromantic (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Roman loved love. He always had. Even as a small child, he'd watch wide eyed as Prince Charming leaned down and gave sleeping beauty true loves kiss, something so powerful that it was able to break an evil witches curse. He'd stayed up till early hours in the morning, squealing with excitement as he read about two warriors able to take on an entire army, motivated by their want to keep the other safe and stealing glances at each other as their metal swords collided with the enemies weapon. He'd sing his heart out when a romance song came on the radio, gushing about their love interest with such emotion that Roman adored.

Yes, Roman loved love.

So why was it so different whenever he was involved?

The earliest memory Roman had of this was when he was in first grade. Two of his classmates ran up to him giggling as they sang "Savannah has a crush on you!" Instead of feeling that overwhelming joy like the ones described in his books and music, he felt a deep cutting disgust in his stomach. Roman felt less like he could conquer the world and more like the world was going to swallow him whole. Rather than singing any great love song that he'd sang so many times in his room or in the car, he began crying instead while the two girls looked at him in confusion.

"It was just because I don't like her." Roman told himself.

But this feeling of being out of place only grew as his fellow classmates gushed about their boyfriends and girlfriends, crushes and which cartoon character they find cute. Granted, they were in second and third grade, so the terms "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" roughly translated to "they let me borrow their crayon at break once and now we're in love and going to get married." However, this love for love spread like a virus and Romans desire to fit in only grew. So, during a sleepover with his friends, Roman looked upon the TV, at the princess Aurora and decided 'She'd make a good crush.' Before announcing it to the crowd of toddlers, the words immediately sounding wrong as he spoke them, as if he'd spoken them in a foreign language. He decided that night to never speak of his supposed "crush" ever again. Roman liked Aurora with Prince Philip much more, anyway.

Roman was in fifth grade when he was talking to one of his best friends, Valorie. The two of them just laughing and joking when his friends approached.

"Who's your girlfriend, Ro?" one laughed, putting his arm around Roman. And he knew it was a joke. He knew that. But it still felt like the arm hadn't wrapped around his shoulders and instead knocked all the air out his lungs in one hard punch. This moment lingered in his mind like a haunting apparition, quickly causing any friendships with girls to become strained. First only talking occasionally while in class or on the yard, to only talking when his guy friends weren't around, to only texting outside of school to nothing at all. Roman mourned these friendships but it had been made clear that boys and girls couldn't just be friends and the idea of people thinking he was dating any of these people made him feel like a caged bird.

Later that year Roman decided, despite his love for love, he didn't want to date. The reason for this being...

"I'm just more focused on my career."

"I just don't see the point in dating right now."

"I've never really liked anyone so what's the point?"

"I just like being more focused on myself."

And any other excuse he could possibly come up with, repeating them as many times as he needed to to believe them. Roman had always been a good actor, after all. But, of coarse, with this supposed decision came "reassurance" from adults, as if they had the ability to see the future.

"You just haven't met the right person, yet."

"You'll change your mind one day, when you get a bit older."

"All kids say that at your age."

"Roman isn't interested in dating YET."

These invalidating promises made Romans blood boil the more he heard them. It was as if he was yelling while trapped in a soundproof box, unable to escape. But, despite what seemingly everyone around him was saying, Roman knew deep down that romance just wasn't for him.

He also remained thankful that this love for love hadn't infected his friendship too much.

That was until seventh grade when what was originally a few cases of a love for love became an epidemic. It seemed that all anyone wanted to know was "do you have a crush on her?" "Did you hear that Lily and Reese are going out?" "Do you find her attractive?" This soon made its way over to his friends as they talked about how hot the girls were and teased each other relentlessly about who they liked. Roman once again felt like an outsider in his friend group. His friends conversations about their girlfriends may as well have been spoken in Latin.

Then the day came when his twin brother, Remus, came out as gay and started dating a guy named Janus. It then occurred to Roman.

"Maybe the reason I haven't been feeling anything for all these girls was because they were girls! Maybe I like boys instead!" Roman had never been a very logical person but this definitely seemed to make more sense. If he didn't like women then that surely must mean that he liked men instead, right? Because otherwise...otherwise Roman didn't know what that meant.

So Roman tried. Really God damn tried to find boys cute, to fantasize about dating them, to relate to gay experiences. But all he was met with was the same foreign and hollow feeling he'd felt when he lied about having a crush back in 2nd grade. Roman quickly began feeling his love for the concept of love diminish.

So when Roman entered grade 9, he decided to put anything to do with his romantic feelings (or lack there of) in a little box in the back of his mind to deal with later. Instead putting his passion and good acting skills to use by joining his schools drama department. The moment he stepped foot on stage, he felt himself come alive. The crowd, the praise, the creativity, it was addicting.

And it was only made better with the more friends he made. There was one person who he grew partially close to. Patton Heart. The two quickly became best friends, often hanging out outside of rehearsals and texting non stop. And, for the first time in what seemed like years, Roman was happy and comfortable.

That was until 10th grade. Roman way lying on his bed watching Netflix on his phone when a message from Patton came through. Roman clicked on the message and was caught massively off guard as he read it.

Patton: hey, Roman. So I've been thinking a lot lately. In particular about us and about you. And over the past few months I've started to realize that I have a really big crush on you. You're really handsome, funny and talented and I love spending time with you. It's totally ok if you don't like me back, but I figured it's better to be honest.

It should've been it. The moment when one of the main characters confesses their feelings for the love interest and they proclaim they feel the same way. Sparks fly and their hearts beat faster with excitement. It all becomes so clear when they hear that confession in movies and books.

But this wasn't a movie.

Roman felt time stand still as he read the message, his hands shaking so much he didn't think he would be able to respond even if he knew how to answer.

He couldn't breath. Why couldn't he breath?! The edges of his vision went fuzzy as he desperately gasped for air.

"Patton's great." He thought through his suffocating panic. "He's funny and charming and sweet. You should like him. Why don't you like him? What's wrong with you?!" Romans thoughts yelled as he tried desperately to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

Not sure of what else to do, Roman ran to Remus' room, hoping he'd know how to respond.

Roman knocked on his brothers door and Remus responded with a very annoyed "come in" after a few beats of silence. Remus and Janus were sat on Remus' bed and Roman could tell from their slightly red lips that the two had been making out. But he wasn't in the headspace to even pretend to care that he'd interrupted them right now.

"Ugh, what do you want?" Remus said, clearly too irritated by his brothers presence to notice his distress.

"P-Patton just messaged me s-saying he likes me and I don't know what to say." Roman barely stuttered out, trying desperately not to cry in front of Remus and his boyfriend.

"Aw, cute. Roro finally got a man." Remus joked but Roman was definitely not in the mood for that kind of humor.

"Do you like him back?" Janus asked, calmly, clearly taking more notice of Romans distress.

"Well, I do. But not like that."

"Ok, so just tell him that. It doesn't have to be this whole thing. Why are you getting so upset?" Remus said, looking at Roman as if he was stupid.

Which, to be fair, Roman did feel very stupid right now.

"He's my best friend. I don't want to upset him." Yeah, that was the reason Roman was freaking out. He just didn't want to hurt Patton. That was it.

"Well, just say you don't want a relationship right now or some shit. Besides, he's probably more worried now because you've taken so long to answer." Remus pointed out. Yeah, Roman was never coming to Remus with his problems ever again.

"Yeah...ok." Roman said. Slowly, he walked out the room, noticing Janus looking at him curiously but deciding not to focus on it.

Roman: I'm really sorry Patton, but I don't feel the same way. We can still be friends tho. It doesn't have to be awkward between us. Especially because I really like being friends with you.

Patton: Yeah, that's ok. This is kinda what I was expecting to be honest. But yeah, I still wanna stay friends.

A few days later Janus came over again for dinner. Afterwards, Roman went into the living room and sat on the couch, scrolling through Instagram.

To his surprise, Janus followed after him and sat next to him. "So, how are you feeling after a few days ok. Broken his heart yet?" Janus teased.

Roman huffed out a laugh. "Uh, yeah, we agreed to just stay friends. Which I'm happy about but it's also really weird. I honestly don't know where we go from here which sucks because I really like Patton. Just not like...that." Janus nodded in understanding.

"You must care about him a lot if you had a panic attack just because you didn't want to hurt his feelings." Janus said. Roman just shrugged in response. "So, does that mean you like someone else?" Janus asked.

"No...I. I don't know. I've...I've never really liked anyone. I don't think I ever will. And people say I'll change my mind but...it isn't like I've made a choice. I've felt like this my whole life and everyone around me has had a crush on someone by now. I just... don't think I was built for romance. Which I know probably sounds stupid but that's just how I feel." He said, so honest it almost hurt.

Janus nodded slowly, taking in what Roman was saying. "It doesn't sound stupid." He said before pausing, as if considering his next choice of words. "Roman...have you ever heard of the term aromantic?" He asked.

"No." Roman answered, looking at Janus curiously.

"It basically means someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction. So they don't get crushes and stuff like that." He explained.

Roman felt his heart leap and for once it wasn't because of a fight or flight reflex. "Wait, that's a thing?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, a surprising number of people identify with it. I don't want to assume anything but I thought I might mention it just from what you've told me and what Remus has said in the past. Plus that panic on your face yesterday reminded me a bit of when I tried to force myself into romantic situations with girls." Janus smirked to himself.

That night Roman researched more on aromanticism than he did for his science test. The more he searched, the more it just made sense. Of coarse, he still had a long way to go towards self acceptance. Roman could feel himself already starting to mourn the idea that this was a choice he'd made ages ago and he was going to feel romantic love one day. It was an odd feeling, realizing that even though he knew deep down it wasn't a decision and he'd always hated when people made those comments, a part of him took comfort in adults promising that he'd change his mind one day. He was also horrified to realize that he didn't know what his future was supposed to look like now without romance. After all, media seemed to show single middle aged adults exclusively as depressed and lonely. But as he scoured through wiki articles to tumblr pages to memes, he knew this was a good start to unlearning any nonsense society had been shoving down his throat.

The more Roman learned and the more people he talked to online about it, the more he started to feel his love for love increase. But instead of it being centered on a prince and princess in a movie, two in love warriors keeping each other alive in a book or a cheesy love song on the radio, it was a different type of love Roman was finally starting to feel the more he accepted himself.

Self love.

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mashiraostail · 4 years ago

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omg hi🥺🥺 i love your blog so much!!!! your gang orca + vlad king fics are so MWAH,,, i know you said your busy ( plz me too college is hard) so when you can! can you write gang orca and vlad king with an s/o that gets said that he works late and when he gets home he catches them cuddling his pillow. plz I am gang orca simp and you write so well for the both of them! heheh thank you love!!

hey there omg thank you so much!! i’m glad u like it!! I really love them they’ve become 2 of my faves it makes me happy other ppl seem to like them as well! Zoom university is totally kicking my ass but this was really fun to write so i hope you enjoy!

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca Kugo didn’t tend to work very late, he usually found himself home by 10 pm the latest and even that felt like it was pushing it some nights. He was a high ranking hero and he had a lot of paperwork to muddle through during the latter hours of the day, he tended to not go out past 8 unless there was some sort of distress call for him to answer. You tried to wait up for him but you had an early start tomorrow. You know he won’t mind if you go to bed, he understands how busy you are too. Or so you tell yourself as you trudge down the hall to get ready for bed. You knew all couples had an unspoken side of the bed. Kugo slept on the right and you slept to his left, even if you regularly invaded each other's space or tangled up in the middle. Everything on the right was his. The smell of him there alone was enough to tell you that. You can’t help sliding into the right side of your shared bed, and wrapping his pillow up, pulling it to your chest, and pressing your face into it. It was a welcome scent and sensation it lulls you easily and comfortably to sleep. Tired was an understatement and annoyed was a bigger one, he can’t wrap his head around some of the things villains do sometimes. Seriously, so you pulled a bullet train off its tracks, well what are you gonna do with it now besides make a huge mess? Not only was it exhausting to deal with strength quirk villains it was just plain tedious. Though he tries to leave his poor mood outside, he’s barely seen you today and the last thing he wants is to spoil any time he may get with you with his bad mood, or worse make you think he’s cross with you at all. When he opens the door though there’s little sign of you. You could tend to be a night owl so it sort of surprised him that you’d head off to bed before 1 AM, but he is glad you’ve gotten a better sleeping habit even for one night. And anyways his phone is still vibrating in his pocket so it’s better you’re cozied up in bed than out here to see the annoyed expression on his face as he checks it. He rounds over to the right side of the bed thoughtlessly, he always went there so it was really just muscle memory. He’s about to pull the sheet back when he notices the lump that is you there. He can’t help but get a little fuzzy, seeing you curled up on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow, sleeping blissfully, the last thing you were thinking about was probably him, missing him even. You must be able to feel the presence beside the bed because you roll onto your back, though the pillow comes with you. “Kugo?” You crack an eye open to his smiling face. Suddenly he did feel much less annoyed with the state of things, especially after your close your eyes again, contended by the sight of him “Yeah, I’m sorry I’m so late.” He reaches out to touch you, electing to sweep your bed hair back. “No..” You hum, “I’m sure it was important.” He makes a noise at that, “maybe...is that my pillow you’ve got?” “Huh?” Your eyes open and you look down, “oh. Maybe.” Your cheeks were gaining color. It makes his chest prickle with affection. “Maybe?” His hand cups the side of your face, “are you happy to see me?” “Can you just come to bed?” He feels your cheek getting hotter under his palm. You hold out an arm for him. “You certainly seem happy to see me.” “I am!” You turn into his palm with a whine, “so please get in bed.” Kugo laughs at that, “well you did say please.” He watches you take his hand in yours, pulling him forward. He hums, “well you’ll have to make room my love.” “Huh? Are you serious? Don’t be so selfish, I warmed this side up already!” You groan and he sighs. “I didn’t want to have to do this.” “Kugo don’t-” But he’s already lifting you up, he’d always be able to one-up you on strength and he didn’t mind holding it over your head. “What do you take me for some kind of monster?” Kugo sighs, settling into bed, taking you with him pressed against his chest, “I didn’t say you had to go over to that side, just that you needed to make room, little one.” You were contentedly snuggling into his chest, leaning your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling the familiar scent as you had when it was his pillow in his place. “Better now?” He scratches the smooth expanse of your back lightly and enjoys the happy sigh he feels against his neck. “Mhm..” You shuffle the sheets up around your shoulder and he can’t help but grin. “You’re affectionate today. Did you miss me more than usual?” “I just like going to bed with you at night. I don’t know.” You shuffle closer somehow, “it’s so much easier to sleep when you’re here.” You can’t see him but you can tell he’s smiling. “Well, then I won’t keep you up any longer my dear.”

Sekijiro Kan/ Vlad King Sekijiro had always had an erratic working schedule, commitments to his students would pull him away for weekends or even whole weeks sometimes, and his work as a hero was sporadic in nature. Some weeks were quiet and others felt jam-packed. But for the most part you were used to seeing him before you went off to bed unless he was with the school. Though it was getting pretty late now. You didn’t love the idea of heading to bed before he was home safe, but your eyelids were so heavy. You elect for a compromise, getting into some comfy clothes and staying on the couch. You change into a shirt of his and even drag a pillow from his side of the bed out with you but within 5 minutes of sitting down, you feel like you’ll die if you don’t just get into bed. So you take your pillow and retreat back to the confines of your bed, specifically his side of it. You couldn’t help but worry, and at least the scent of him put you a little at ease. Enough so that you could doze off. Sekijiro dislikes working so late, he’s used to early mornings with the school now, being out here until 1 AM was more of a bother than it was an adrenaline rush, he just wanted to get home and into bed. Villians were just a chore at this hour, he got little to no enjoyment out of taking them down when he was so annoyed that they’d decided to cause trouble at such an hour in the first place. They couldn’t wait until 8 AM, just a few more hours? Seriously annoying if you asked him. He isn’t surprised to see no sign of you when he gets home. It’s late and you like your sleep just as much as he likes his, he’s glad you went off to bed, he’d hate to be the reason you stayed up. When he rounds the corner into your bedroom he can’t help the major pick me up his mood gets. You’re sprawled out on his side of the bed, contentedly snoring away, squished into his pillow. “Hey.” He gently shakes you up, “aren’t you cute? Looks like someone missed me.” “Always miss you.” You peer up at him, “what kinda trouble did you get into?” “No trouble, just a late start.” He leans down to kiss you and you hum into his lips, “sorry to come home so late.” “Don’t be sorry.” You turn up into him, “it’s important work.” “You’re sweet when you’re tired.” He laughs a little and squeezes your face in his hands, enjoying the sight of you for a moment before letting you go and getting into bed on your opposite side. “The point of me getting in on this side was so that you could have the warm side-” He lifts an arm to allow you into his side anyways. “You’re the warm side.” You sling an arm over his chest, “you’re like a human furnace babe.” He laughs at that and presses his nose into your hair. “’s that so?” He can’t help but grin as you shimmy yourself up to his chest, “i think you just missed me.” “I already said I always miss you.” You insist, “you’re just warm.” “mhm is that it.” He wraps both arms around you anyways despite the disbelief in his tone. “And I worry. I’m glad you’re back. At least now I can sleep more peacefully.” You feel his hands slide into the back of your shirt and he takes in a deep breath of you. “You don’t need to worry.” “Easier said than done..” You murmur, flattening your palm against his chest, “but I feel better now that you’re back here again.” You yawn and turn into his chest, “you aren’t hurt at all?” He hums, “I got the little stuff cleaned up before I came back, I’m fine.” “Good...” He can tell you’re about to ask what ‘little’ means exactly. “Don’t worry okay? You don’t have to right now, I’m here, I’m fine, so get some shut-eye, I’m exhausted too. You know I hate falling asleep before you do.”

#kugo sakamata x reader #gang orca x reader #kan sekijiro x reader #vlad king x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request

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honey-coloured-passion · 4 years ago

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‘Til Time Do Us Part - KarlNap (DreamSMP)

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Summary: Karl meets, and eventually falls for a kind stranger. (This is based on time traveler Karl from Dream SMP canon!)

“Where, where am I?” Karl felt his head spinning as he stumbled out of a familiar library. Glancing around he noted the heaps of books stacked on each other, there were paintings of different faces adorned on the walls, and there was a young man sitting comfortably in an armchair, staring right at him.

“Hi!” The stranger stood up, bunching up the papers he’d been staring at as he moved towards Karl. “You must be new to the library! I’m Sapnap.” the taller man stuck out his hand, Karl carefully took the handshake, noting the warm smile Sapnap was giving him.

“Do you know exactly where we are?” Karl didn’t quite know the question to ask, he barely knew who he was at this point. But Sapnap seemed kind and welcoming, he gestured Karl to follow him into an adjacent room in the library.

Pointing at a row of maps he began, “you’re in Dream SMP, look, this is where we are. Then there’s L’manburg, or what’s left of it, Party Island, the prison, and ooh! I just put the new hotel Tommy’s building here as well. Looks good huh?” Sapnap gestured wildly around the crinkling brown paper with a beaming smile. Karl studied the map hoping to gain some semblance of knowledge about where he was. But this map practically answered every question he had perfectly; little bullet points made note of important recent events describing actions he had apparently made in the past few weeks. It was a real-life summary of everything, all he needed to know, it was perfect.

“You made this?” Karl gawked at the masterpiece in front of him. Sapnap rubbed the back of his neck, “well I had a little help but yeah! It’s uh, nice to know what’s going on. You- I, I can be pretty forgetful you know?” and Karl couldn’t help but agree. Just ask he began to take another look at the map Sapnap cleared his throat, “would you wanna go check out Party Island? I know you’ll love to see what the llamas are doing today!” and Karl couldn’t deny he wanted to spend time with this kind stranger.

Quickly they had raced through the SMP to Party Island, Sapnap had led Karl through all the best parts of the world. They stole potatoes from a child named Purpled, sang songs with a strange naked man, and harassed various British children all before ending on the roller coaster in Party Island. Karl had gone from chasing after Sapnap to roaming the world hand in hand in just a measure of hours. As they rounded the day out Sapnap pulled Karl’s attention from the setting sun to his chocolate brown eyes.

Sapnap looked golden in the warm hues of the setting sun, flames danced in his eyes, and a light reddish color burned on his cheeks. Just staring at the man in front of him Karl felt his own breath hitch. Sapnap glanced down nervously, “I really enjoyed hanging out with ya today Karl, and I was wondering if you’d wanna, maybe, hangout again sometime? And! Also I got this from Puffy!” not leaving Karl a moment to speak he pushed a slightly crunched purple allium flower into Karl’s hands.

Karl felt warmth budding on his cheeks as he stifled a glowing smile at the beautiful flower, it was his favorite kind too. “Of course I wanna hangout more! We literally had the best time ever, you know all the best places and my favorite things it’s like you’ve known me forever Sap!” Karl grinned up at Sapnap who let out a strangled, but excited giggle. Karl shook his head with a grin and pulled Sapnap in for a hug. “Karl n Sapnap forever!” Karl shrieked into Sapnap’s shoulder, trying to contain his ecstatic energy as Sapnap swayed him back and forth in the hug.

“Forever.” Sapnap agreed.

“Hello?”

“Anyone there?” Karl called out as he pushed open the door to a strange and dusty library. A handsome stranger gave him a dashing grin as he stood up, pulling together the papers he was writing in.

“Hey! Welcome to the library!” the man stuck out a hand which Karl took with a warm smile. “Have I seen you before? This is crazy but I swear you were like totally in a dream I just had!” Karl looked up at the stranger with a smile, but the man calmly shook his head, “I get that sometimes, but I don’t think so! Name’s Sapnap.” Karl promptly introduced himself as well.

"Say, do you know where I am? My head's kinda fuzzy." Karl gave the kind stranger a sheepish grin, but Sapnap seemed to grasp his question. "Follow me!" Karl was jolted forwards as Sapnap grabbed his hand, pulling him into an adjacent room with a whole wall covered in maps.

With his bearings set he agreed to help Sapnap look for a new trident in the ocean near a place called "Snowchester" it was the least he could do after Sapnap had been so kind to him, it's not every day a man with little to no memories appears in your library!

They spent the day splashing in the waves and resting on the shore. Karl was swept off his feet- twice by the waves and ultimately by Sapnap himself. The taller warrior captured Karl's heart with every blinding grin, flip of his ocean-damp hair, and kind but undeniably flirtatious words.

Come nightfall the two retreated off the coast to what Karl assumed was Snowchester. Spending the night sitting atop a spruce wood roof staring at the stars, Karl found himself more mesmerized by the shining warmth of Sapnap's eyes than any star in the sky.

Sapnap broke the silence, tilting his head to the left to meet Karl's eyes with his, "so, pretty good day huh?" Karl nodded, swallowing butterflies. "We should do this again!" Karl nodded in agreement again, mustering some confidence of his own, "we make a pretty good team huh? I could get used to you by my side." Sapnap just grinned in agreement, scooting closer to Karl, his arm slipping under Karl's head, letting him just rest in Sap's embrace.

Karl smiled at the moon, "this is definitely something I wanna get used to."

Waking up alone always broke Sapnap's heart. Usually there was some poor excuse or sign that Karl was whirled away from him. With a heavy heart he got used to packing up a days worth of necessities for two and heading to the library Karl had built all those months ago.

Except this time when he entered the library, he realized he wasn't alone.

"Quackity? Do you need something?" Sapnap was shocked to see a familiar face at such a secret location.

"You can't keep doing this Sapnap, it's- I don't even know- it's wrong." Quackity gestured to the library as if Sapnap didn't already know.

"I have to Q, what else would I do? Let him try to make it home to a place he's completely forgotten all alone?" Sapnap paused, taking in a shaky breath, "I'm not gonna let him forget our life together Quackity, I can't"

Quackity raised his voice, "like he doesn't forget every damn time? You're sitting here playing make believe with your fiancé! Don't you get tired? Isn't it fucking tiring having him fall in love with you over, and over again? How are you okay with this!"

Sapnap stalked towards his usual desk, collecting all the papers. "I love him Quackity, I'd do anything for him, and I trust that eventually he'll figure this time travel adventure shit out, I'm not gonna give up on our life together! How can you not see that?"

Quackity just rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. This is wrong, you're interfering with Karl's - I don't know - destiny, future, powers, whatever the hell you're calling it now. Sapnap he's gone. Don't you see every Karl you get is different? That's not your Karl anymore."

Sapnap was seeing red. "Get out. If I fucking wanted you here I'd find you. Don't you have banking business to attend to? Can't you let me have the one good thing in my life? He's Karl, he's my Karl. And that's all I need." Sapnap pointed at the door, his hand clenched around the hilt of his sword.

Quackity shook his head but headed towards the door. "You can't do this forever. Don't you think there'll be a trip where he doesn't come back? Or worse, he comes back unable to love you? Arent you just delaying the inevitable?" Sapnap sprung up from his chair, sword drawn, but Quackity quickly slipped through the doorway. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Plus, you don't want to miss those precious first words right? I saw your entires Sap, what's today's plan? Tame cats if I remember right?"

"Fuck you." Sapnap slammed the door, trying to collect himself. Some disgusting voice in the back of his head was reiterating Quackity's words, telling him all was lost and that he was only setting himself up for false hope. But, it only took a glance at the array of pictures scattered between entires in his own diary to see the reason he fought through every first date.

"Hello! Um, do you know where I am?"

Sapnap looked up from a messy stack of first date ideas and dream SMP memory reminders to see the beautiful man before him.

The moment they locked eyes was the moment that nagging voice in Sapnap's head subsided. Every time they locked eyes for the "first time" Sapnap remembered why he'd fight for Karl every day if he needed to. But, there wasn't time for fawning over the brunette an awkward amount.

"Yup! You're in the library! C'mon, there's a map you'll wanna see- I'm Sapnap by the way! And you are?"

"Karl Jacobs! Nice to meet you Sap! Gimme the tour you clearly know what's up! What do I need to know?"

Sapnap gave his unknowing lover a calm smile, "I gotcha! There's not much you need but here's a good map of the lands!" Sapnap took a moment of serenity to appriciate the gorgeous man in front of him before Karl spoke again.

"I actually think I got it! Anything else in this musty old place I should know?"

I wish you knew how much I miss you.

~ Fin ~

A/N: Poor Sapnap. This gives me 50 first dates vibes. Also I wanted to paint Quackity as a voice of reason/doubt because I think his canonical character is that level of serious and caring for both Karl and Sapnap and I imagine their trio may have split over Sapnap’s decision to continually woo memory-loss Karl, or they could’ve never even been a 3 way thing, it’s up to interpretation. Also, I wanted to know your thoughts! Is Sap doing the right thing? Is he really just putting himself up for more hurt later? I dunno. Hope you enjoyed! Comments n stuff in reblog tags make my day :)))

#karlnap #sapnap #karl jacobs #tales of the smp #karlnap fanfic #karl jacobs x sapnap #karlnapity #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fanfic #sapnap fanfic #karl jacobs fanfic #dream smp lore

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the Talk | g.w.

part one // baby fever | part two // the Talk

synopsis: You and George did everything young. It was only fitting that you two talk about having kids when you did.

pairing: George Weasley x reader

warnings: brief mentions of the war, a touch of angst but mostly fluff

a/n: wow this is ended up being so much longer than originally planned. I really wanted to get in more backstory though so here we are. Let me know what you guys think about the format cause...I kinda like this little hybrid thing?

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You and George did everything young.

You had just turned 13 years old when the two of you went on your first date.

It was the summer before your third year and the two of you snuck out one night to go to a festival happening in a neighboring muggle town. You still have the moon shaped necklace George had bought you that day. He still has the sun shaped one you bought him. The gifts weren’t planned but it was the first time you saw how truly perfect the two of you were together.

You had your first kiss a few weeks later the day you returned to Hogwarts. It was in one of the courtyards and there was nobody else around. Now the details of it were a little fuzzy but you could still remember the awkwardness of it all.

The first time you talked about getting married was at 16.

It was more playful than anything else. You’d both drunk just a bit too much firewhiskey during the post-Yule Ball party thrown in one of the abandoned rooms. You’d toppled over together on one of the couches in the common room and you found yourself giggling when you saw how George was staring at you. “What are you thinking about?”

He had pulled you on top of him, resting his hands on your hips as he peppered kisses all over your face. Finally he pressed a soft kiss on your lips and gave you a dopey sort of grin.

“About how pretty you look. And about how one day we’re going to be dancing just like we did today but you’ll be wearing this huge, puffy white dress that you can’t stand but that you wore because my mum said you looked like a princess in it. And I’ll be wearing my fanciest dress robes or maybe a normal suit. Either way it won’t matter because I won’t look anywhere near as good as you will.”

You had smiled and kissed him again, a little longer this time. When you pulled away your forehead rested on his and you both had to resist the urge to just forget the conversation and continue the kiss. “That’s a wedding you’re talking about, Georgie.”

“I know,” He had said it with complete ease. “We’re going to have one of those for us one day.”

It was only a few months later, now at the age of 17, when George decided he was going to ask you to marry him for real.

Ever since the end of the Triwizard tournament he’d been filled with this nauseating feeling that nothing, absolutely nothing at all, was guaranteed.

The events of that day were stuck in his mind. He could remember the feeling of you shaking in his arms as you cried upon finding out Cedric had died. He could remember being confused at your reaction until you told him the two of you had been friends once but you couldn’t remember the last time you had a real conversation with him

It was with a completely clear mind that he got out of bed at precisely 6:21 AM and wandered through the house until he found his mother sitting at the kitchen table reading the newest edition of the Daily Prophet.

“Can I talk to you?” George had asked before she got the chance to say anything.

Molly had immediately grown concerned by the much too serious look on his face. Not to mention the fact that he’d never once asked a question like that. Nonetheless she still put down the paper, smiled softly, and put her full attention on him. “Absolutely, dear.”

“What if I,” George had avoided all eye contact, instead focusing on fiddling with the hem of his shirt, one he’d only just stolen back from you. The thought made him smile, giving him the courage he needed to finish asking his question. “What if I asked Y/N to marry me?”

That definitely hadn’t been what Molly was expecting him to say. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t see it coming though. For six years now she’d seen the way he was around you. For four years you’d been tied at the hip, bringing out the best in each other. This felt like just the right step. “Well you’re both of age now if that’s what you want to do.”

“But what do you think about it?” That was the part he was really nervous for. “I don’t want to wait any longer. After everything that happened this year I just want something I know is good and real. Something that,” His voice is softer then, more vulnerable. It surprises even himself. “Something that nobody else can take away from me.”

And Molly understands completely. She’s been there before, seen all of this happen once already. There’s not a single part of her that wants to argue because she trusts and believes in both him and you wholeheartedly.

So she gently rests a hand on top of George’s, which are still pulling at his shirt, and he looks up to see her smiling at him. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

He asked you that same night.

He actually didn’t even make it halfway through breakfast before telling Fred, Ron, and Ginny, all of whom were completely ecstatic. They loved you after all.

The four of them had been bouncing ideas off each other all day long while Molly had disappeared into the attic to dig through a bunch of boxes, not telling any of them what she was looking for.

They’ve got no less than five different speeches and approaches planned by the time Arthur gets home from work. Nobody can get the news out fast enough and though he’s a little surprised, he expresses his own joy at the news. He helps them brainstorm and soon they have a sixth plan thought out.

“When are you gonna do it then?” Ginny is the one who asked excitedly. “Don’t know. Soon I guess,” George glances at the time and stands up. “Actually supposed to meet her at some place in London in a few.”

He disappeared up the stairs to find where he left the address you’d given him and just as he’s found it Molly walks into the room.

She hands him the object she’d been searching for. A ring with a diamond in the middle and golden flowers laced all around the band. One she says has been passed down through the Prewett family for as long as anyone can remember.

He takes it with a soft thank you and a smile telling her it’s perfect as he pockets it, too afraid to leave it lying around.

When he gets to the address you gave him he’s a little surprised when he finds you sitting on the sidewalk with a book in your hands. It’s with an amused grin that you pull out your wand and before he knows it a building is appearing out of nowhere. You tell him it’s 12 Grimmauld Place, the House of Black, and that’s where you’ve been for a few days now helping Sirius, Remus, and Tonks fix it up

The entire time he’s there, exploring the rooms and wandering the halls beside you, the ring lies in his pocket and it feels heavy, as if reminding him it’s there.

He actually didn’t mean to ask you when he did.

You were right there though and the ring was in his pocket and he couldn’t think of anything else.

You were both curled up on the couch in the living room. There was that familiar light, a glint in your eyes that he absolutely adored seeing and you were telling him a story about what had happened the day before while at Tonks place with a huge smile on your face and he just couldn’t help himself.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him again when you found him staring at you, much like that night just a few months ago. This time, though, you were both completely clear headed.

“About how I want to ask you to marry me.”

That caught your attention. Almost immediately you felt butterflies grow in your stomach and slowly you sat up, turning to face him. George was completely serious. You were at a strange loss for words. “You - I - what?”

He gave a soft laugh at the confused look on your face and sat up himself, pulling the ring out of his pocket as he did so.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know what to feel because after the tournament it's like every moment is fleeting. Everything suddenly feels temporary and that scares me. There’s only one thing I do know and that’s that I don’t want this, us, to be temporary. Every single thing that I feel for you, that’s all real. It always has been. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me, I’ve never been more certain of anything else in my life. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“I-” You’re at a loss for words and also painfully aware of three very shocked people standing in the doorway of the room. Despite the surprise you know your answer right away. You’re absolutely positive this is what you want too. “Yes.”

George hadn’t been planning to ask then and he hadn’t really thought of how he would react. So he can’t help but be happily surprised when you agree. “What?”

“Yes, you tosser,” You laugh and happily kiss him, effectively bringing him back down to earth, though he swears he’s still dreaming. It seems too good to be true. “I’ll marry you.”

The memory of you two getting engaged isn’t just of you two in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. It’s also of Sirius and Tonks shouting and jumping around in excitement before either of you can get another word out and of Remus scolding them both about ruining your moment.

It’s your favorite memory of them.

Especially because less than a year later, still at only 17, just a couple days before your birthday and a month before you’re to be married, Sirius died.

He was perhaps one of the only people you had never once doubted. All it took was you giving him wide, puppy dog eyes and he was immediately rendered incapable of lying to you, a fact even he found amusing.

He and Remus were both named your godfathers for a reason and you knew that very well. Even as a child you would brave the halls of Azkaban just to go see him no matter how much Remus didn’t want you to. He couldn’t argue with you, though, because he always ended up giving in much too easily.

You trusted Sirius with your life and he’d wasted too many years inside that prison and maybe that was why you had asked him to walk you down the aisle. To remind him of what was good and pure and happy.

He never got that reminder. Instead you were burying him the weekend after your birthday.

George had been at a loss about how to comfort you over Cedric’s death and he was at an even bigger loss now. He himself had grown rather close to Sirius over the last few months while spending late nights awake with the two of you and struggled to deal with the news of his death alongside you.

You guys have a strong support system though. There’s never a moment either of you is alone and you know that. It hurts to have to move on but you do.

If anything you’re more certain than ever before that this, your wedding, marrying George is exactly what you want.

So you do it. At 18, a month after the date you had originally planned, you and George get married.

It happens in the large backyard of the cottage you’d grown up in with Remus. It’s late summer and the tree in the backyard is covered in blossoms and you could not have imagined a more perfect place to have your wedding.

The ceremony and reception were meant to be small and intimate and they are but they also end up more extravagant than you could’ve imagined. You find out as all the decor and outfits and food is arriving that Sirius had taken the liberty of getting you and George only the absolute best.

You’re sure you’re handling the last surprise you have from him well until the day before the wedding. You’re in the backyard alongside Molly, Tonks, Ginny, Hermione, Fleur, and Andromeda when you get an unexpected visit from a goblin from Gringotts. He hands you an envelope and a small brown package and tells you that they were given instructions in Sirius’ will to deliver it to you.

You break down the moment you open the letter to see loopy handwriting that you recognize immediately

Y/N, I understand that you wanted your wedding to be more about the two of you and less about the decorations. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years it’s that there’s no time like the present. I like to think you’ve picked that up from me and of that I’m proud. Therefore I hope you don’t mind me spicing things up a little. Oh and these are my gift to you because my favorite goddaughter will have the best if I have anything to say about it. And her soon to be husband too I guess and I like him, I really do, but these are mostly for you. Hope you like them as much as I liked picking everything out. -Love, Sirius

Your hands shake as you open the package to find a pair of elaborately engraved wedding bands, the ones you’re to use tomorrow

And you have to laugh because even when he’s not there anymore Sirius really does just know you that well. They’re perfect and you’re positive he knew that when he picked them out. A little card falls out of the envelope and you smile through your tears at his final note to you.

You’re ready.

Everything you and George did you did young so it was tragically fitting when the war came around and you two were only 19 years old

Even now, only a year after everything ended, you remember the plots and the fights and the flashes of light coming at you from every direction.

You remember running for your life and hiding in whatever corner you could. You remember not being sure if your friends were dead or alive.

But most of all you remember everything you lost.

Remus. Tonks. Fred. Sirius. Cedric.

In just a year it seemed like everything had been torn from your hands, your world turned upside down. It took you a while to properly grieve what you lost.

You had George, though.

And yes, there were nights where neither of you could sleep, still clearly hearing the echoing of loud bangs all around you, flinching at even the smallest movements with your wand gripped tightly in your hand, but never once were you alone.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask George one night after a particularly bad nightmare. Your face was stained with dry tears, your eyes bloodshot, and when you spoke your voice was hoarse. He had wrapped you in his arms tightly and held you until you stopped crying. You felt safe with him. It made the nightmare of losing him alongside everybody else that much worse. You wanted to hear his voice. Needed to hear it. Needed to know he was still there.

“About how much I love you,” George had answered honestly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “And about how we’re going to be okay.”

You knew how to handle loss now, that was simply a side effect of the war.

Just a few months after the fight at Hogwarts you were taking a position at St. Mungo’s to help those also struggling with everything after the war

Now, a little over a year later, you were spearheading major changes in St. Mungo’s, helping to make all sorts of care more readily available. Everything from providing wolfsbane to those who couldn’t afford the ingredients on their own to support programs for everyone, adults and children alike.

You’d been busy and maybe that’s why you put off having The Talk with George at first. But eventually two weeks passed by and nothing had changed. There was still an ache that filled your body every time you dropped Teddy back off with Andromeda. That weekend when you were all at the Burrow you didn’t even realize you were practically glued to Fleur’s side.

You also don’t notice the way George is watching you every time you hold Vic in your arms. This image of a little toddler running around your apartment with his hair and your eyes keeps playing in his mind and he smiles every time.

It’s not until you two get home late that night that you try to work up the nerve to bring up the topic. You’re sitting on the couch, comfortably leaning against George while some music plays in the background

“What are you thinking about?” George asks when he sees the look on your face. He can read you inside and out and knows you’re conflicted about something. He’s just not too sure what it’s about though he has a vague idea.

You turn to look at him and figure now is as good a time as any to tell him what you’ve been thinking. “About how I want us to have a baby.”

For a second he doesn’t say anything, simply taking a moment to mull over your words. Finally he shifts a little bit so it’s easier to bring you closer. “Y/N, love -”

“I think it’s the right time,” You start talking again before George can continue. “I know you’re trying to expand the shop and I have a ton of things going on at work but I really do think we can do this. I thought it was just cause we’ve been around Teddy and Vic so much lately but it’s more than that. I think it at least warrants a conversation. I can’t imagine making a family with anybody else.”

A silence hangs in the room but its not uncomfortable. Slowly a small, partially amused smile grows on George’s face and he only stares at you as if waiting for you to say something else. “Are you done?”

He watches you nod and bite your lip, a nervous habit you’ve had for as long as he can remember. He reaches forward and gently removes your bottom lip from between your teeth, still holding your face in his hands so you’re looking right at him. Then he kisses you softly and when he pulls away he smiles at the sight of your eyes still closed, a relaxed look on your face.

“I was actually going to agree with you since I’ve been thinking the same thing.” George admits, laughing as you beam up at him excitedly. “As long as you’re ready to do this I think it’s worth trying.”

Honestly you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a talk about how you’re both still young, some mention of the fact that you were both doing a lot at the moment. But you and George are on the same page. A baby of your own is something you both want and you suppose that’s the way it should be.

“Alright,” Your smile widens and you’re the one who kisses him again. He’s as excited about this as you are, you can tell. “Looks like we’re gonna try to have a baby.”

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jojo-fantasy-aus · 4 years ago

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Fantasy Au!

Josuke x F! Reader-ch 8

It takes two!

The fic is back!

Updates should be every Friday from now on, but don't be surprised if I miss a day by accident, or need to go on hiatus again!

No major TWs, but a small warning for crowd anxiety in the very beginning.

The market was alive with the hustle and bustle of customers the next morning. Sidewalks crowded, vendors almost sold out even in the early morning hours. It was a good thing that you tried to get here so early, in an attempt to come before the crowd, but it seems everyone else had the same idea.

It was nice at first, when Josuke, Okuyasu, and yourself arrived at the outskirts of the market. But when you tried to venture further to find a pumpkin and the many spices sold at the market… The crowds started to make you queasy. It all seemed too similar, and it was making you feel like you were trapped back in the same memory. The vendors and tents and never-ending buyers and endless turns-

"Josuke," You called, grabbing a hold of his arm. He stopped, turning back to you with a concerned look. Okuyasu kept walking, more enamored with the endless produce than the rest of his party.

"Is everything ok?" You shook your head, stepping closer to him anxiously as another large crowd pushed past the two of you. You swallowed thickly.

"Can- can we just… The crowds are-" Another man bumped into you harshly, earning a glare from Josuke. You squeezed his arm, holding him closer and taking his arm with your other hand as well, desperately trying to make yourself look and feel smaller so that the crowd would hopefully pass you by. Josuke gently slipped his arm out of your grip, instead slipping it around your waist and guiding you out of the thicket of people. You hardly noticed.

You let out a sigh of relief, that was horrible. Who knew crowds could be so suffocating? You had almost forgotten that Josuke was still with you, only remembering when you felt his hand rubbing your back. You flushed, glancing at his concerned face for a moment before immediately stepping out of his hold.

"Sorry!-"

"Sorry-" You both spoke at the same time, giving each other a bewildered look before laughing the slightest bit. Josuke's warm smile made you feel fuzzy, and you prayed that he couldn't see your blush.

"You go first," Josuke said with a smile, relaxing with his hands in his pockets. You subconsciously fiddled with the flower necklace again, whether it was out of anxiety or trying not to focus too much on Josuke, you honestly didn't know.

"I- well I was going to apologize for freaking out back there. I just haven't been in a large crowd since-" You quieted a bit, trailing off. "...Since the Gala." Josuke gave you an understanding look.

"... Yeah, I kinda figured. Don't worry about it. Are you alright now?" You nodded.

"I am. But…" Remembering suddenly, you immediately turned around, standing on your tiptoes to look over the crowd.

"We lost Okuyasu!" Josuke's eyes widened, immediately trying to look over the crowd with you.

"Damn. There's definitely no finding him." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's just hope he doesn't get into any trouble." You sighed, conflicting emotions crashing over another in your chest

"Well, we could just… go back into the crowd to find him? I'll just… I don't know, I'll just power through it." Josuke scoffed, pouting at you in an annoyed way.

"Are you kidding?" You almost went to respond but bit your lip when you realized that it was a rhetorical question. Duh. You folded your arms sheepishly, and Josuke sighed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just don't want you to push yourself. We'll catch up with him eventually." Josuke glanced around, eyes focusing on something. You couldn't help but admire those eyes for just a moment. His azure irises were stunning. Why hadn't you noticed that before? Josuke called out your name, and you snapped out of your haze.

"Did you hear me?" You flushed

"No, sorry. I spaced out for a moment." Josuke smiled at you, an action that made your stomach flutter, and he nudged his head in the direction of a vendor with colorful crops displayed. Most were picked through, but many squashes and gourds remained. Butternut squash, crookneck squash, acorn squash… pumpkin.

"Pumpkin!" You exclaimed, excitedly making your way over to the stand with Josuke not far behind.

"We completely missed it while trying to keep up with Okuyasu. I doubt he's found any yet, we can go ahead and get one if you'd like." Smiling, you nodded to greet the lady on the other side of the stand, before picking through what was left of the smaller pumpkins.

"I think we should. I'm sure Okuyasu would appreciate it." Josuke stepped a little closer to you, helping you look through the produce.

"So, now that we've finally got a moment to talk about it…-oh! Here." Josuke's strong arm reached past you, your eyes lingered on his muscles for a moment before he handed you a perfect pumpkin. Your face remained flushed.

"-You and Okuyasu, huh?" You snapped your head over to look at Josuke's face, shocked.

"P-pardon?" You stammered, handing the vendor the cash for the small pumpkin. She smiled at you, fishing over some change before tending to the next customer. Josuke cocked an eyebrow at you.

"You don't have to be coy about it. Okuyasu's a good man. It's good that he's finally got someone like you to-"

"Whoah, whoa, whoa! Slow down there." You let out a nervous laugh. "Okuyasu and I are definitely not courting each other," Josuke smirked at you, nudging you with his elbow as the two of you made your way to the next vendor.

"Well, why not? He's big, strong, a family man. You've already tried his baked goods, he seems like the ideal suitor for a nice girl like you." You shook your head, face a deep red from embarrassment. Ho boy, how were you going to get Josuke off your back without spilling something you'd regret later?

"Look- I appreciate the insight Josuke, but I…" You glanced at his face nervously, quickly looking back towards the streets and holding the Gourd just a little tighter.

"... I kinda have someone else in mind." You didn't quite catch Josuke's slight frown before it was replaced by his normal, radiant smile.

"Well, you'll have to tell me about them then." You rolled your eyes at him, pace beginning to slow as you left the produce-centric part of the market and stumbled into the colorful rows of retailers.

Out of all the beautiful dress displays, hairpins, and winter cloaks, a small hat stand caught your eye. You slowed to a stop to admire the handy work, cozy, winter bonnets and hats set out to be seen by travelers and working women who will be amongst the elements as the days grew colder. And to the side, simple wicker hats left over from the summer season.

One, in particular, stood out to you. The wicker hat had a deep, emerald green ribbon. It was a little stiff, and definitely out of season, but it had a charm to it. You set the pumpkin in your bag and gingerly picked it up to get a better look at it.

"Pretty simple, isn't it?" The milliner's words caught your attention and your gaze flickered to him with a smile.

"Simple, but pretty." He smiled, shaking his head at you.

"It's been here for a while, sadly. You seem pretty enamored by it though, so I'll cut you a deal if you're interested." He was called away by another customer and promised to be back in a moment. You looked back at the hat, and after a moment of indecisiveness, set it back down.

"You're not going to get it?" Josuke asked. You had almost forgotten he was there. You stepped away from the stand, turning to him and pressing your lips into a thin smile.

"No, I don't really need it. Besides, it's out of season… and we're not in a place to be spending frivolously right now anyway." Josuke opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by someone calling both of your names. The two of you turned to see Okuyasu, bags in hand, waving you over excitedly. You smile widely at the sight, beginning to head over.

"I'll be over in just a moment, you go on ahead." You were a little confused at Josuke's words, but with Okuyasu's insistent calling, you gave him a well-meaning nod and walked over to your friend.

Okuyasu was ecstatic when you showed him the pumpkin you bought, sadly showing you the disappointing Gourd he bought himself. (For way too much, mind you.) His happy demeanor returned when you began to discuss where the three of you could stop to eat lunch. Before long, Josuke had joined the two of you once again.

"Sorry about that, hey-" Josuke called your name, you could tell he had something in his hands, but the crowd erupted in cheers. The three of you quickly turned to see what was going on, Josuke switching hands with whatever he was holding, and stepping in front of you protectively. A small action that reminds you of just how… well, how kind, and brave, and lovely he is. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Damn. You had it bad.

The crowd sluggishly parts with yet more cheering and celebration, as a fine carriage rolls through. Funnily enough, it stops in front of you and the boys. You almost laugh when you realized who the crowd was treating like royalty.

"Oi! Punks!" Josuke and Okuyasu both scowl as the door slides open, Shigetchi speaking from the large carriage. He sends a wink at you and you respond with a wave, flushing more from uncomfortableness than flattery. God, this kid felt so much younger than you.

"I've got a job for the three of you." He smiles brightly, opening the door wider. "What are you waiting for? Come on in!"

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