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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ PART 5: I'LL NEVER LEAVE... NEVER MIND [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader

word count: 4437

summary: after not seeing each other in almost five years, seb and y/n finally meet with just one purpose for her: telling seb they have a 4 year old daughter. will y/n be able to tell him?

warnings: mentions of sex. i think nothing else but i literally cried while writing this. i recommend that you listen to loml by taylor swift while reading this hehe

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a/n: i'm finally back! sorry you had to wait this long to get a new chapter but writers block had me going like crazy, as well as my mental health in general. i had something else planned for today BUT be aware of what I'm posting tomorrow since you might like it! christmas is coming soon and i have a surprise ready for you. let me remind you that feedback and reposts are truly appreciated. and also comment me your thoughts and theories on the story pls! missed you so much guys, thank you for everything, love you all <3

May 15th Heppenheim, Germany

“Y/N, remember that you need to be careful with what you say to Seb. I know you want to tell him about Emily, but also consider whether today is the right time. Imagine if…”

You stop listening to Hanna the moment her lips utter your daughter’s name. Instead, your mind started creating a thousand different scenarios about what could happen when you saw your ex-boyfriend today. Your gaze remained fixed on the mirror in your room.

You only returned home five days ago, but it felt like an eternity.

You knew perfectly well why, or rather, you knew perfectly well who was to blame for your distorted sense of time: Sebastian Vettel, of course.

The trip to London felt like a fresh start. While the main reason to go was your meeting with Capital Records to discuss what your near future might hold, you considered it as an opportunity to rethink what you wanted to do with your life from now on.

You had just turned 30, and the only thing you longed for was to start this new decade with a clean slate in every possible way. That, of course, included facing your past mistakes and recognizing your faults, one of which you might be about to commit today.

Hanna acted as some sort of mediator between you and Seb because, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to send him even the simplest of messages. The driver seemed to understand, as he told Hanna not to worry, that he understood, and that all you needed to do was show up without standing him up.

Despite having agreed to meet at your house, you decided to dress up a little to present yourself in the best way possible. After spending far more time than you’d like to admit choosing what to wear, you settled on a light blue knee-length dress and white Converse sneakers, with a bracelet your daughter made (or better said your mother made, just Emily took credit for).

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?"

The reflection of your best friend in the mirror startled you. You turned towards her, trying to maintain the calm you’ve lacked since returning from London. Exactly five days that have felt like five years.

Like the five years since you last saw Seb.

"Hey, cat got your tongue or what?" insisted the blonde. "Seriously, Y/N, I want you to be speechless, but preferably when you and Seb take the conversation from the couch to the bed and he makes you scream his name again just like he used to do when..."

"Hanna, for God's sake, shut up! Seb and I are only going to talk about..."

"I know, I know, I was just trying to make you laugh. You know I like to..."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

If you were restless before, pacing back and forth in your room, checking that there was no trace of Emily in the house for Seb to find, now you were frozen like a statue.

You looked at Hanna, and she looked back at you. You shrugged, but Hanna just put her exaggeratedly unfriendly faces.

"Hanna, no..."

"It's Seb, Y/N! It's just Seb, for heaven's sake," she interrupted, and you cut her off just as fast.

"It's the Seb I haven't seen in five years!" you stammered, feeling the anxiety taking over. "Seriously, Hanna, this was a very, very bad idea. I don’t even know why I asked you to tell him to come and..."

"Because he's the father of your daughter, and your only goal is to tell him!" she yelled, trying not to raise her voice too much but failing miserably. You hoped to God Vettel didn’t hear that.

"Hanna..."

"Since I know you're not going to open the door, I'll do it myself. Stay here or come down, do whatever you want, but I'll tell Seb to come find you because clearly, you can't handle welcoming your guest," she declared.

Without saying anything else, she strided out of your room. You could only follow her, practically tripping down the stairs, legs trembling like a teenager on her first date. Your pulse was pounding in your temples, while your mind kept screaming at your body to calm down.

As soon as you stepped onto the ground floor, you saw Hanna opening the door. Her cheerful voice broke the silence, asking Seb how he was and, to your surprise, inviting him in.

You inched closer, not quite enough for them to notice you. Then you stopped, inspecting Seb from head to toe, as if you didn't already know every inch of his body by heart. Even though you were used to seeing him on TV and social media daily, it felt like you haven’t seen him in all this time you’ve been out of touch. He was wearing a slightly worn-out white t-shirt and jeans. His hair was perfectly trimmed, though a bit longer on top, and his beard, probably several days old, was what caught your attention the most, looking just the way you liked it.

But what really captivated you was the bouquet of yellow tulips he was holding, just like he used to bring you for dates or whenever it was a special day for either of you back when you were dating.

You swallowed hard, guilt washing over you as you thought, for a fleeting moment, about him handing you a flower bouquet before you told him you were having his baby.

"Hi..."

You thought your whisper was too soft to be heard, but it was quite the opposite.

Both Seb and Hanna turned to look at each other, then focused on you, still standing in the entryway. Your best friend tensed up slightly, but you tried to reassure her with a slight movement of your hands. The expression on your ex-boyfriend’s face seemed to light up at your small intervention, even if it was minimal.

“Well, Seb, I'll leave you with Y/N. I have a few errands to run…” Your friend tried to excuse herself, though both of you knew it wasn’t true. “See you later for a drink guys!

She winked and quickly slipped out, shutting the door behind her before either of you could even say goodbye.

Now, it was just the two of you, alone.

Seb looked at you again, and you couldn’t help it but get lost in the blue of his eyes. The situation felt strange. You used to cherish every moment of being alone together, but now you didn’t even know how to say a simple "hello."

You once trusted him completely, and now you were unsure whether to offer him a drink or tell him that you have a four-year-old daughter.

“Hi, sunshine,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Hi, Seb.”

He took a step towards you, slowly moving closer. You noticed how his gaze shifted from the flowers to your eyes, as if he was searching for some kind of answer from you. His eyes reflected a mixture of nervousness and tenderness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions inside you.

He didn’t have to say it, you could see it in his eyes. He was afraid of how you’d react to this gesture, this little detail that used to drive you crazy, but now… you didn’t know how to feel about it.

You, on the other hand, were utterly stunned.

How, after all this time and how cold you ended things, could he still do this? How could he still remember?

“These... are for you,” he finally said, his voice low and shaky. He handed you the bouquet, his hands trembling.

You met his gaze, and the way he looked at you was filled with fear, insecurity, and maybe, just maybe, a bit of tenderness. He didn’t need to say it out loud because you knew him too well. He was afraid of how you’d react to this gesture.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, taking your time to smell the flowers.

You couldn’t hold it in. Tears began to blur your vision, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

He noticed. Even though you didn’t want to, even though you didn’t feel capable of getting close enough to give him a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a hug, Seb did it anyway.

“It's okay, Y/N,” he whispered. “It’s okay...”

But it wasn’t okay… it was far from okay.

Sebastian Vettel was here, once again, standing in front of you, and possibly back in your life. The boy you once considered your best friend, the best friend you fell in love with, the driver you always supported, and most importantly, the father of your child, was back in your life in such an unexpected way that it still felt surreal.

“I don’t know...” you tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. “It feels surreal that after everything, after such an empty goodbye, here we are, together again,” you confessed. “It’s weird seeing you in front of me in the flesh and not as pixels on a screen.”

“Y/N…”

“I’ve missed you, Seb. So much.”

You knew your honesty didn’t catch him by surprise, because he felt the same way. That’s what hurt the most.

“I missed you too, Y/N. I really did...” he said after a moment, wrapping his arms around you, and you pressed your face against his chest.

“Seb…”

“Don’t overthink it, really,” he interrupted gently. “I’m not here to talk about the past or blame anyone,” he paused, letting out a breath before continuing. “I just want us to go back to who we were before we were together. But, if I’m being honest, we’ve been in love with each other for so long that I can’t remember a time when you weren’t my everything.”

Your lips trembled. The weight of his words was too much for you to handle, at least today, in a first encounter where you haven’t even spent ten minutes together.

You felt awful. You felt shattered inside knowing that if you were in this situation, it was because of you.

“Well, Y/N, tell me…”

“No, no,” you quickly interrupted, grabbing his arm and guiding him to sit on the couch. Immediately after, you rushed to the kitchen to grab the drinks and snacks you spent all morning preparing. “You tell me first. Even though I’ve seen you on TV, I know you’re very private about your life, you know... You never share anything with the media, and well, you don’t even have social media so… How are you?”

He let out a short laugh as he picked up a bottle of water and a cheese-and-salmon toast.

“Well, to be honest, I’m doing much better than when you left me,” he revealed. It didn’t surprise you. After all, it was what you expected him to say. “You must have had your reasons for breaking up with me, and after all these years, I’m not going to ask why you did it. But I won’t lie to you… you left me shattered, Y/N.”

“Seb, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” he cut in softly, making a gentle gesture with his hand to calm you down. “Like I said, I’m not looking for an explanation or an apology. I just want you to know how I felt. Mentally… damn, Y/N, you broke me, and I completely lost myself, but at the same time, that’s what gave me the strength to win the championship in 2013,” he looked away from your eyes, shifting his gaze to the wall. Nervously, he started playing with his fingers. “All I could think about was you and that, maybe, there was a chance you were watching...”

“Of course I was, Seb,” you said softly, trying to hold back the tears and keep your composure. “No matter what happened, I never stopped watching or supporting you. I’ve always been, and will always be, your number one fan.”

He nodded, a bittersweet expression crossing his face.

“That year, everything I did was with the thought in mind that you were watching and, somehow, it helped me move forward. But… 2014 was when everything fell apart,” he admitted. “Red Bull wasn’t the same anymore, or at least, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t winning, Daniel was beating me… I felt like I had lost everything, including you and, with time, I started to feel like I had no reason to stay with the team or maybe even in Formula 1. Until Ferrari offered me the contract.”

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Unlike any regular sports fan, you found out through Heike when you were out for a walk with Emily.

“When I was given the chance to sign with Ferrari in 2015... Y/N, really, that’s when I realized it wasn’t the end. That’s what I needed to move forward. I think I mentioned it to you on WhatsApp, but I don’t know if you remember…”

You swallowed hard. Of course, you remembered. He told you just before the news became public, before his mum told you, but you didn’t know how to answer him or if you really should do it. The demons in your head made you think it was a joke, even just an excuse to get closer to you. And you also felt that if he did sign with Ferrari, it would open a door you had closed because you weren’t ready to face the truth.

Just like you were doing now.

“I remember, yes,” you murmured, unable to look him in the eyes.

“When I didn’t get a reply from you I decided not to push it. That’s when I realized you didn’t want anything to do with me. Yet I kept sending you stuff as you might know…”

“That’s not it…” You could barely speak. You were as broken as he was. “I read the message, Seb, but… I burst into tears and didn’t have the strength to reply. I didn’t want to give you false hope when I wasn’t ready to… I didn’t want to hurt you more than I already had,” you confessed. “I knew that if I spoke to you again, I’d hurt you again. And I’d hurt myself too. I couldn’t do that to you, Seb.”

He nodded, looking for some kind of affirmation in your gaze.

“At first, I felt really out of place on the team, you know? And I felt that way for a long time,” he revealed. “It was completely out of my comfort zone, and I felt like I’d never fit in. But little by little, Kimi, Maurizio, and the team made me feel like family. It’s strange to think about it now, but I can’t imagine being with any team other than Ferrari.” You agreed with him, from what you had seen on TV, it was clear he felt that way. “Fighting for the world title with them this year and having a real shot at beating Mercedes… I never thought I’d get to this point.”

You looked at him with a mix of admiration and nostalgia. This was the Seb you knew, the Seb with ambition, who always desired more and more. The Seb who never gave up.

The Seb who didn’t break down, even when he had every reason to.

“I’m so proud of you, Seb. I’ve always been, and I always will be. Don’t forget that.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he looked uncomfortable. Quite a bit, actually. “Well… enough about me. You know I don’t like talking about myself… What about you? What have you been up to all this time? My mom told me a bit, and I’ve seen you a few times, but…”

More than not knowing what to say, you sensed he didn’t want to intrude too much into your life.

You swallowed, trying not to get more nervous than you already were, because now, you supposed, was the moment to tell him about Emily.

“Well, not much has changed, really,” you started, unsure of what to say. “I’ve been in Heppenheim the whole time, except for a couple of trips to Berlin, but nothing unusual,” you tried to smile, but your mind kept circling around the fact that you had to tell him you had a daughter. “I’ve been working at the bar and writing music. To be honest, since we broke up I’ve had a lot more inspiration.”

And since I gave birth to Emily, you thought.

Seb didn’t say anything. You figured he understood. After all, he had thrown himself into his career to cope, while you had poured your emotions into writing songs about the story you shared to cope with grief.

“Now things have changed a bit,” you continued, trying to sound more upbeat to push away the painful memories. “Ever since Red went viral… I swear, I uploaded it without expecting anything, but the reaction…”

“The song is amazing, Y/N. Of course it went viral.”

“I’ve been offered a record deal,” you blurted out. “A few years ago, I met Niall Horan at the bar. You know, the guy who was on that band, One Direction…” Seb nodded, his eyes wide, encouraging you to continue. “He told me he was traveling to find some inspiration for his solo career, and I guess Heppenheim seemed like a good place for him to visit.”

“Wait, wait… a record deal?”

“Apparently, Niall told his label that I was the voice behind Red, and, well… Capital Records offered me a contract,” you explained. “They called me to have a meeting in London, which is why we couldn’t meet up last time…”

His face was calm, unreadable, though his mouth had curved into a big smile. He didn’t seem surprised, and you knew there was a strong chance Hanna had told him everything.

If that was true…

“I hope you accepted, Y/N.”

“Well… actually, I didn’t. I turned it down.”

His smile faded for a moment, and his expression became completely serious.

“You turned it down? Why? Sunshine, this is an opportunity…”

“Yes, I know it’s an amazing opportunity, but I can’t accept it. Not right now.”

You figured this was the moment you should tell him the real reason behind rejecting such a big deal, which included a tour if you sold a certain amount of CDs.

Sebastian kept staring at you, which only made you more nervous. You tried to gather your thoughts, searching for the right way to tell him you had a four-year-old daughter, but you couldn’t find the moment.

You couldn’t just drop it on him now, after all, this was your first real conversation in almost five years.

“Y/N, darling…”

“I can’t take the risk when the only thing I’ve managed is to get one song out of all the ones I sent to the label to go viral,” you half-lied. It was true that you didn’t want to talk about it yet, but you were also insecure about your music. “As much as I’d love to have an album, to fill stadiums and have people singing along to my songs, I can’t take that risk.”

“But, Y/N…”

“I’m not sure all the songs on the album would be successful, Seb.”

“Y/N, you have no idea what you’re going to regret if you let this go....”

“No, Seb, I know exactly what I’m doing, really,” you shook your head, firm in your decision. “This is the best thing for me.”

And for Emily too, though you didn’t say that out loud.

Seb remained silent for longer than you would have liked, as if trying to process what you’d just told him. Then, he stood up, crouching down to your level, and taking your hands in his, he said:

“Alright. If you think your songs aren’t good enough, sing one of them to me.”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If you turned down the record deal because you think your songs aren’t good enough for the world to hear, sing one of them to me.”

His tone, though calm, was direct and insistent.

“Seb… I can’t. I’m too embarrassed,” you laughed nervously.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, gently rubbing your hands with his thumbs, just like he always did when your anxiety was at its worst. “It’s just me. I’m still the same after all these years.”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to let it go until you gave in. It was Seb, and he always got what he wanted from you, even when you didn’t want to. In the end, you gave in, carefully standing up from the couch and heading towards the piano at the back of the room, gesturing for him to follow you.

You carefully slided the bench back, lifting the lid as you sat down. You positioned your hands, starting to play the first few chords to warm up, ensuring your memory flawlessly recalled the piece.

“This is song number 5, like your driver number... It's called loml.”

You continued playing, finally giving way to the song.

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway We embroidered the memories Of the time I was away Stitching, ‘We were just kids, babe.’ I said, ‘I don't mind, it takes time.’ I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since.

Your voice shook as you began to sing, but you kept going, holding on to what your ex-boyfriend had told you about how he knew it was about him. As you settled into the song, you started feeling more comfortable, just like you did when you used to sing for Seb. Though you couldn’t look at him because you were absorbed in the key, your fingers delicately moving over it, you could feel his eyes on you.

You shit-talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed? Cause something counterfeit's dead.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you approached the final part of the song. Memories of your shared history flashed through your mind like a movie. Your vision was completely blurred, and you felt a tightness in your chest that was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, almost impossible to keep singing. Somehow, though, you fought to hold it together, just as you did the day you said goodbye to the man now sitting beside you.

Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies ‘I’ll never leave’... ‘Never mind.’ Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson matches your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life.

Silence filled the room as you played the final notes. With your hands still resting on the keyboard, you looked at Seb. Once again, you didn’t know what to say to him, and you knew he didn't either. He was motionless, running a hand through his hair, probably trying to process what he just heard.

Y/Ni, this song... it’s about us, isn’t it?”

“It might be,” you admited, unable to lie to him, at least not about this.

He sighed. You could tell he was affected; you knew it the moment his tears began to form, just as yours continued to flow.

“You should rethink the contract,” he said firmly. “This song deserves to be heard by more than just me, your parents, and Hanna.”

“I can’t, Seb. I just can’t…”

“Can I sit next to you?”

You looked up and saw him gesturing to the bench. Confused, not sure what to do or say, you shifted a little, making space, and he sat beside you. Seb didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around you, offering a comfort that felt wonderful but also caused you to crumble a bit more inside.

You surprised yourself by resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why are you so determined to convince yourself you don’t deserve this opportunity?” His tone was soft, just like the way he stroked your hair. “Do you really think you're not good enough to be a successful singer?”

“It’s not about being good enough, it’s that I’m not,” you whisper,ed your throat tightening. “I’m not a good person, Seb, and it’s only a matter of time before I screw up again and hurt someone, just like I hurt you.”

“Does this… have something to do with the second date in your YouTube channel username?”

You stood your head up, staring at him in confusion while trying not to panic.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your username,” he repeated, moving closer. “I figured out that the numbers represent two dates. I know for sure that one of them is June 15, 2006, the day we started dating, but the other one… I don’t know what January 12, 2014 means for you because we weren’t talking by then, but it must be important. And based on what you just said…”

Your eyes widened in shock. You were paralyzed, not knowing how to react.

How could he have noticed something so… insignificant? How had he connected the dots and figured out the dates you had in mind when you created that account?

You thought this would be the perfect moment to tell him that the second date marks the birth of your daughter, the daughter you had together; that on that day, while you were in labor, he was at the hospital waiting for some exams results and he was talking to your dad, who couldn’t contain his excitement about his granddaughter’s arrival and had to keep it a secret from him.

But you couldn’t. Not yet. You need to regain his trust first. You and Seb needed to rebuild the kind of relationship you had before you became the love of each other’s lives.

“Seb…” you trailed off, unable to continue. “I swear, on everything that matters to you, I’ll tell you, but right now… I just can’t.”

He looked at you for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and you knew he was persistent, that he needed an answer, but you also knew he was respectful and wouldn't push you.

“That’s okay,” he said finally, a bit resigned. “I understand, it’s fine. I’m not asking you to tell me now if you’re not ready, but I want you to know that when you are, I’ll be here to listen.”

You looked at him, grateful, and nodded without saying anything else.

You both sat at the piano bench for a while, in silence, listening only to the sound of your breathing and the melody of the song replaying in your mind, as intrusive thoughts overwhelmed you.

“If I waited almost 19 years of my life to be your boyfriend, I can wait a little longer, it doesn’t matter the time you need, for you to tell me,” Seb finally spoke, and his words broke you a little more than you already were. “Let’s be friends again, what do you think?” he offered, giving you a small smile. “Let’s take things slowly, like maybe we should have done when we first started dating. You know…”

“Slowly, no problem,” you repeated, smiling back at him.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at his words. Maybe you were not at the peak of your relationship, and maybe you’d never got back there, but at least you were working together to turn your story into something new.

“You know what, Y/N? I’ve always felt like our story wasn’t over. I don’t just mean that romantically, but in a broader sense,” he said quickly. “We have a whole lot of history, and now is when we’re going to start writing our second book.”

“I know, Seb. I’ve been thinking the same thing ever since I said goodbye to you,” you confess. “That day, goodbyes were bittersweet, but I knew it wasn’t the end and that I’d see you again.”

Before the year ends. I’m telling Seb Emily is her daughter before December 31st.

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 2 years ago

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Pollen and Plottin'

Chapter Five of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

Chapter Overview: You have a morning out of hell and all signs point to Frankie to bail you out.

Notes: I fucking knew i would be back this week LMAOOO,, finals next week and then i'll finally be free from the shackles of uni !! this gif was playing on repeat in my brain while i was writing and lorddd it made it so hard to concentrate,, i updated the tag list so i hope i added everyone that was kind enough to ask to be on it ((: as usual .. my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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You must have done something truly heinous in your past life to warrant this series of unfortunate events this Tuesday morning. The first issue makes itself known to you when your alarm doesn’t go off this morning. Your body must have known that you were getting a suspicious amount of sleep because thankfully it wakes you up with an hour to get ready. Issue number two comes in the form of empty bottles. You jump out of the shower in record breaking time. Body wrapped in a towel, skin still littered in water droplets, you scour your bathroom counter for your hair products. A frustrated sigh leaves you when you notice that your products are in the trash can. You knew that you should have left yourself a note to go pick up more the second you ran out.

“Bright side. Bright side. There's always a bright side.” You repeat your new mantra down the hall to the kitchen.

As you wait for your coffee to brew, you try to change your way of thinking. Yes, you woke up late, but at least you had an hour to get ready. Yes, you didn’t have any hair products, but at least you got to shower. See? Not so bad looking now, huh? When the coffee is done you remove the pot from its stand and set it on your counter. You make your way to the fridge to pull out your creamer and then your cabinets to retrieve your favorite mug. Unfortunately, your depth perception is off because as you bring your mug and creamer to the counter you knock the coffee pot into the sink. It must have been right on the edge and you just didn’t realize it. Tears prick your eyes as you watch the third issue of the morning disappear down the drain. You don’t think there is a bright side to this problem. With time not acting as your friend, breakfast will have to take a backseat. Before you head out the door you grab your keys and your tote and pray that whatever higher power is fucking with you has had its fill. But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

You hop in your car and start it up. No. And start it up. Oh God no. Third time's the charm and…

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You wail.

The panic is setting in now. You can feel bile gurgling in your stomach and trying to claw its way up into your throat. This sort of thing usually wouldn’t bother you this much, but coupled with all the bullshit from this morning, you were at your wits end. Before anxiety completely envelops you, you pull out your phone to call Benny and explain the situation.

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Physically? Yes. Mentally? Ask me tomorrow.”

“At least your sense of humor is still intact,” He offers. “Don’t worry about coming in today. I had to learn how to hold it down before I hired you so I’m not worried about that. Just take today to figure out what’s wrong with your car and keep me posted. Maybe you can give Catfish a ring? He works at an auto body shop that shouldn’t be too far from you.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Benny. Yeah, he mentioned that. I’ll call him and then let you know what happens. Talk to you later!”

You toss your phone into your passenger seat and rest your head on your steering wheel. The panic you were feeling has subsided now due to a solution presenting itself, but nervousness began to blossom in its place when that solution turned out to be Frankie. The first time you called him isn’t supposed to be like this. You aren’t really sure how you wanted the first time to go, but you definitely wanted to have a better reason to talk than your fucked up car. A buzzing sound next to you announces the arrival of a text. You take a deep, centering breath and lift your head up before grabbing your phone. It’s Benny sending you the address of Frankie’s shop. You click the link and it takes you to your phone's map. It really isn’t too far from you; only 10 minutes down the road.

You pull up Frankie’s contact, but hesitate before you press it. A small twinge of guilt rolls through you as you surrender to the idea of calling another man for help with a job that has always been done by your father. The one thing he loved more than looking at cars was fixing them up. He had made you watch him work all through your childhood, so you knew how to change your tire, your oil, and both your head and tail lights. This felt like a betrayal when, in reality, it wasn’t. There wasn’t anything he could do in his current situation to help you. And telling him what was going on would only hurt him as he would inevitably come to the same conclusion you did. With your guilt temporarily satiated, you call Frankie.

He must have been concerned when he saw that it was you calling because he answers on the second ring and his voice is higher pitched than normal. “Hello?”

“Hey, Frankie it's me. Well obviously you know it's me. I’m sure you have caller ID. I’m sorry, I’m rambling, but I think I need to cash in on that car help you offered earlier.”

“Are you safe? What happened?” His tone is panicky.

“Yes. I’m completely safe.” You hear him sigh quietly on the other end of the phone. “My car just won’t start and I can’t figure out what's wrong with it. I didn’t leave any lights on last night, my gas tank is half full, and, for once in my life, my check engine light isn’t on.”

“I like your little run down, but it's going to be hard for me to figure out what's wrong with it until I actually see the vehicle in person. Tell you what, I’ll drive out to see you right now and have one of my guys bring out a tow truck to pick it up.”

“Wait no you don’t have to do that! I don’t want to make you leave work over something silly like this. I can just wait until the tow truck gets here and takes me to the shop.”

“And I don’t want you to have to deal with this alone, silly or not, got it?”

“Got it.”

You’re sitting on the curb to the left of your car when you see Frankie pull into the parking lot with his white pickup. He waves at you through his windshield as he parks in the open spot to the right of your car. You figure that it's now or never and dust yourself off as you walk over to his driver's side.

“So, are you going to be able to fix him?”

“Him?” He says skeptically, stepping out of his truck.

“My car? He’s a boy?”

“You know most people refer to vehicles as women, but you know what, to each their own.” He looks over the hood of his truck at your car. “My apologies sir. I’ll do everything in my power to get you up and running again.”

Frankie has you pop your hood while he goes back and pops his own and grabs jumper cables from the backseat. Although you offer to help him, he insists that you relax while does it himself. The way he says it makes you feel cared for rather than pushed to the side because he doesn’t believe that you’re capable. He is able to jumpstart your car, but each time the engine dies after idling for a few minutes. When he realizes that no matter how many times he tries to jump it the engine won’t stay on he unhooks the cables and puts them away.

“See anything?”

He’s taking a closer look at everything that's under your hood. The gray shirt he's wearing is doing a beautiful job of showing off how defined his arms really are. The cotton material stretches over his bicep as he moves his arm to reach something. It dawns on you that he rarely wears shirts, or clothes in general, that allow his body to be visible. Your heart aches when you think about him feeling insecure as he stands next to the other men. Even though you haven’t seen them without their clothes off, Benny excluded, you can tell how toned each of them are. You wish you could tell him that it doesn’t matter to you. You wish you could tell him that the way his stomach is currently peeking out from under his shirt is incredibly sexy to you. There’s nothing you would change about him because if you did there would be less of him for you to look at.

“Everything looks good up here.” He sighs tiredly and shuts your hood. “The issue must be your undercarriage.”

“My what?”

“Your car’s undercarriage!” He couldn’t have spit those words out faster. “I’m sure there isn’t anything wrong w-with your undercarriage.”

“Frankie, I’m just messing with you.” Your hand comes to rest on his arm as you laugh. “I knew what you meant.”

The Florida sun did a good job of blurring the line between him blushing and him standing out in the heat for too long.

“Hey, do you want some water? It’s the least I could do since you’re helping me out so much.”

“It’s really no big deal.” He reassures you. “But water would be great.”

You turn and start heading to the staircase that leads to the second floor of your apartment complex. You make it up about three steps before you realize that Frankie isn’t following you.

“I thought you wanted water?” You ask turning to face him.

“In your apartment?”

“Last I checked, that's where I keep it? Come on, Frankie, I’m not gonna bite you.”

With a small smile from him, you face back around and continue to make your way up the stairs. When you reach your door you suddenly become self conscious about the way your apartment is set up. You haven’t had the time to decorate since you got here and the lack of personal touches in your apartment made that painfully obvious.

“Sorry my place is a little bland.” You open the door and lead him inside to the kitchen. “I want to get some art for my walls so the place can really be brought together. It’s a little dumb though since I’m only here temporarily.”

“I don’t think it’s dumb, but I like the way it feels in here.”

“Oh yeah?” You pull the brita out of your fridge and set it down on the counter. “What does it feel like?”

He sees you reaching out for the cabinet that's next to him. He turns around to open it and hands you two cups without missing a beat in the conversation. “It’s kinda hard to explain. Maybe the best word I can use to describe it is…homey? I know you said you wanted more things in here, but I don’t really think items make a place feel like a home.”

“That’s way existential, Frankie.” You look up at him while filling each of y’alls glasses. “But, that does mean a lot since you’re my first guest.”

“Fuck off, no I’m not.” He says grabbing his drink.

You nod in confirmation while you take a sip of your water.

“What about your dad?”

“I actually go visit him. He’s in a retirement home, his own choice, but he had a stroke a little less than a month ago. It was bad enough to have him start physical therapy so he could retrain the muscles in his legs.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Fortunately, he’s doing better. He’s a stubborn old bastard that's for sure.”

“That’s good,” He holds out his glass to you. “Cheers to your dad and cheers for me being your first house guest.”

As you clink your glasses together you realize how much better the place feels with Frankie’s presence. The walls don’t look as bare. The sink's constant drip isn’t as loud. And the sunlight shines a little brighter through your perpetually cloudy glass windows.

“The place isn’t all bland.” He motions to the vase full of white lilies sitting on your small kitchen table. “Those are nice.”

“They didn’t have my favorite ones at the store when I went a few days ago,” you say as you walk over to smell them. “But aren’t these just beautiful?”

“Yes. Absolutely beautiful.”

Soft brown eyes meet yours when you shift your body to face him again. You can’t help but feel flustered under his intoxicating gaze.

“What?” There was no sun to explain away the heat radiating off your cheeks now.

“You have some pollen on your nose.” He takes his finger and points to his own. “Just there.”

“Aw fuck.” You rub off your nose as quickly as you can. Embarrassment courses through your veins as Frankie stays quiet and simply watches you. “Did I get it all?”

Pink lips part into a smile as he shakes his head at you. “It might be easier if I get it for you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes.”

He sets his cup down on the counter behind him and starts walking the few feet over to you. As he closes the gap between y'all, he rubs his hands down the sides of his jeans. He looks so much taller when he’s this close. You try to focus on controlling your breathing as he raises his hand and lets it hover over your nose. As soon as he brushes the skin, your eyes flutter close at the sensation. His calloused hands caress you so delicately that you feel as if you are made of the finest of china. You only open them when you feel his touch leave your body. He’s staring down at you with pupils blown out.

“Is it-is it all gone?” You don’t know why you're whispering when he's standing right in front of you.

“You’re pollen free.” He whispers back.

Neither of you make a move to escape the close proximity. You watch his eyes slowly travel from your own eyes to your lip and back up again. You hope he can see by the way you’re looking at him that you’re begging for him to touch you, to kiss you. He takes a half step closer. His hand brushes against yours down at your side.

Honk! Honk! Honk!

Frankie closes his eyes like he's in agonizing pain and steps back from you. “I think your car’s ride is here.”

“Well umm,” You clear your throat. “I guess we shouldn’t keep your coworker waiting, huh?”

***

“So we got some bad news and we got some good news. The bad news is that it looks like one of your cylinders misfired and it’s going to be out of commission until it can be fixed. The good news is that we are having a slow day today so it should be fixed by this afternoon.”

“I really wish you would have led with the good news.”

“Where's the suspense in that?”

“Thank you again for helping me with this, Frankie.” The two of you exit the shop and stand in front of his truck. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Probably would have called some other loser who works in an auto body shop.” He shrugs.

“You’re not a loser.” You wrap your arms around your body. “At least not to me.”

“I uhh-thank you for saying that.”

You return his shrug with a soft smile.

“Did you want me too-umm-drop you off at the gym?” He checks his watch. “You’ve only missed about an hour and a half of your day.”

“No, don’t worry about it. Benny said I could take the day when I talked to him about what was going on this morning. I’ll probably uber home and find something to occupy myself with until my car is ready.”

Your stomach choses now to loudly make its presence known.

Frankie raises one of his eyebrows at you. “Have you eaten today?”

“I was planning on it, but then the universe decided that it wasn’t in the cards for me.”

“Want to go get breakfast? With me? I could eat.”

“As lovely as that sounds, I’ve already taken up so much of your time already! I don’t want to get you in trouble at work!”

“Oh, come on. Playing hooky isn’t fun when you do it by yourself. Plus, I’ve got some vacation time racked up that I can use for today

You knew your answer even before you spoke it. The opportunity to spend more time with him is one you would have to be crazy to pass up. It may not be a date, but it was a start. And everything has to start somewhere.

“Fine, but you’re driving.”

***

“Please tell me you didn’t call us here to help you close up, Benny.”

It was unusually quiet in the gym today. It wasn’t the lack of grunting from the weight lifters, or the obnoxious sounds coming from the washing machine, or even the chatter of patrons in between their boxing rounds. It was the lack of you. Benny thought that he could handle it just like before, but he was wrong. He found himself wandering up to the front desk to share each and every miniscule thought that popped into his head only to find it empty time and time again. You had completely enmeshed yourself into his daily routine and he didn’t notice until now. It seemed that even the guests noticed your absence. He found himself getting asked where you were or when you would be coming back. You did so much around the gym that he didn’t even realize and he cursed himself for taking you for granted. The next time you had car trouble he swore he would pick you up himself because he could do this alone. He couldn’t do this without his friend. But, that isn’t why he called them in.

“Yeah, what gives?” Pope adds to Will’s previous statement. “And where’s our girl?”

“Number one: no I didn’t call y’all to help me close. Number two: I gave her the day off because she was having car trouble and wouldn’t be able to make it in.”

It takes him assuring his friends multiple times and showing them your update texts for them to stop worrying about you.

“Alright that explains her, but where's Catfish?” Will presses.

Benny sighs deeply and walks around to sit in your empty chair. He closes his eyes and leans his head back before he answers his brother.

“He’s actually the reason why I called y’all over. I found out that he’s been talking to Rochelle again.”

“As much as we don’t fuckin’ like it, we knew that she texted him about getting back together.”

“You were there that night. This is old news.” Pope sounds annoyed, but Benny can’t track if it's aimed at him specifically or at the contents of the conversation.

“He’s been talking on the phone with her. I feel like thats a bit more serious than a fuckin’ text, Pope.”

Benny’s quick retort is enough to silence him, but Will starts panicking. An emotion that is just as foreign for him to feel as it is to see him display.

“No fuckin’ way, man. No fuckin’ way he would do that.”

“That’s what I thought too, but she overheard him talking with Rochelle when she saw him out a few weeks back. Why would she lie about that? She had no knowledge of Rochelle before then.”

“Fuck! FUCK!”

Will fists his hands behind his head and starts pacing around the gym lobby. The two other men can only stare as they watch him slowly unravel before their eyes. Pope was, and still is, Frankie’s best friend, but Will was the most affected by what happened. It’s his job to scrape vets off the street when they come back after tours, legal or not, and get them the help they need. What kind of man, what kind of friend is he that he let one of his own slip through his fingers? When the metaphorical shoe finally dropped and Frankie got busted, as much as Will wanted to say ‘I told you so’, he just held his hand through recovery. The feeling of being right was only second to seeing his friend get better. It took every ounce of strength Will, Pope, and Benny had to drag Frankie back into reality. Now that he is teetering on the edge again, Will is terrified that he doesn’t have enough left in him to save Frankie. Pope cuts in to attempt to stop Benny from causing Will to have another Publix level freakout.

“What exactly did she hear?”

“She just said that he got a phone call and he immediately tensed up when he saw who was calling. Then, when he answered, he said her name.”

“Let’s not lose our heads, boys.” Pope turns toward Will who is still pacing. “We don’t know the context of the phone call, alright? Rochelle was the one that called him, not the other way around.”

“Does it matter?! She like a fuckin’ drug to him!”

“You’re not fucking helping, Benny.” Pope seethes.

Will regains some control over his emotions and pilots himself over to the front desk.

“Pope is right. We don’t have all the facts yet.” He lets out a weighted sigh and white knuckles the edge of the desk. “Let’s just keep an eye on him and this situation until we know, for sure, what’s really goin’ on.”

The suffocating tension in the room is shattered when Benny’s phone chimes with a text.

You: My car is as good as new! Frankie and I even stopped to get some new air freshener scents for you to test out for the gym! See you tomorrow (:

“Ho-ly shit.” Benny lets out a low whistle.

“What?” The two other men speak in unison.

Benny just laughs to himself as he tosses Will the phone.

“Well would you look at that?” Will echoes his brother's tune.

“Let me see that, huh?” Pope snatches the phone and reads the message you sent. “So that's why that pendejo hasn’t been answering my texts all damn day. He’s with her!”

“That sneaky bastard!” Benny laughs. “Yall think he likes her? He’s got to, right?”

“You really should get someone else to fill in for you at the fights every now and then.” Will snickers, all tension gone from his body. “Of course he likes her. He told us last Friday.”

“I miss everything! Why didn’t anyone tell me?” He complains.

“Nevermind that.” Pope says as he returns the phone. “She might be the solution to our problem.”

How’d you reckon?” Will inquires.

“If we can get them together, there won’t be any room for Rochelle.”

“We aren’t pimpin’ her out, Pope. That’s fucked up.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head. “We aren’t pimping her out, dumbass. Not if she likes him back that is. I mean, come on, you saw the way she was looking at him when they shared that beer the other night.”

“They shared a beer?!”

“Not now, Benny.” Will hushes. “Damn straight I saw that.”

Pope turns to Benny who still looks in shock because of what he just learned.

“Can you do us a favor?”

“Anything if it means getting Rochelle out of the picture. Again.”

“Good man. Now we need you to keep your ears open for anything she says about Fish. We need to know where she stands before we do this and you’re the one that sees her everyday.”

“Hell yeah! I’m gonna be all over her!”

“Don’t be weird, Ben.” Will groan.

“Then it’s settled. When we figure out if she likes him or not…operation ‘catch-a-fish’ is a go.”

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alias-milamber · 2 years ago

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It's been a bit of a strange day, and I just got home. It started off not bad for my first day back, I brewed up some coffee with cinnamon and hickory and a drop of honey, and read a chapter of my book over breakfast. For some reason the internet was out, and resetting the router didn't help, so I resolved myself to a fate of working from the office today, and - suited and booted - set out for the day.

The first hint that today wasn't going to be my day was that the floor of the lift was caked in something slick and smooth with a crust that broke easily under my boot. It smelt kind of familiar, but it wasn't until we got to the the ground floor and a lake of molten butter rose over my toecaps that I recognised what it was. The ground floor of the block of flats was apparently flooded with it, and it became both more and less understandable when I discovered the entire tower block had been subsumed into a seventeen story stalk of steamed asparagus.

The city had again slipped into the Fae overnight, for reasons I'm sure I'd find out when I could get a signal. The tower next door was a mushroom, and the cap was shading both the buildings from the glass blue sky in a way that felt a lot like the light levels of a british winter, which explained part of why I hadn't noticed, but observation before coffee was never my strong point. I sighed, started a timer for my commute so I could claim back gelt for the inconvenience from the embassy to the courts, and walked down the street to where I hoped my local coffee shop still was.

It wasn't. In its place was a generic Starpucks, with some alacritic humanoids behind the counter, cheerfully serving lattes precisely as ordered. A basket of home made fudge smelt delightful on the counter, but with the "Free" prefix to "Samples" carefully folded behind the display. I took a photo and sent it to the embassy's entrapment division with a note, mentioning that the person with a stoat for a head doing the washing up in the back indicated that this was almost certainly an active trap.

I bought my coffee and a pastry, declined any "free" extras, and exchanged a trinket for the wifi password. VPN very carefully engaged, I checked the news and local transport sites to see if there was a viable route to the office today. There was, but I wasn't going to like it.

I have never ridden a giant ladybird before. The last time they'd replaced the bus network, I'd been able to take a work from home day, but today I wasn't quite so lucky. They were relatively docile, and the harnesses well-fitted, but I'm far to wary of heights to be able to give a good description of the transformed city from above due to the overwhelming amount of "down" it contained. What it lacked in normality it more than made up with speed, however, and I got to the business park in record time.

The agency who run the business park were hastily putting up flower circles around the buildings, indicating they'd reached an agreement with the local gentry. My building was still only 80% complete, however, so it was with trepidation that I swiped my pass through the gates.

Apart from the building floors being now named after russian authors, everything seemed to be fine, and it was with a misplaced optimism that I got in the elevator to Tolstoy.

A bright light and enormous heat greeted me when the doors finally opened, and I looked out over the expanse of our newly open plan office that was very clearly on fire. Once I realised that the floor was lava, I pressed the button to return to Checkov, and from there back home by ladybird.

I'll try again tomorrow.

(This is a "Down the Rabbit Hole" short story in honour of the birthday of creepy Victorian fantasist Lewis Carroll)

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jokertrap-ran · 5 months ago

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 2-15 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Akira: Yo, Osakabe. How are things lookin’?

Seiji: I'm still waiting for a quote. They're a small construction company, so it'll take a little while longer than usual.

Seiji: In any case, fixing the roof would be the biggest expense. We should still be able to remain within the budget if we can keep the roof expenses under control.

Akira: Yeah, well, the roof is one thing, but we can't leave the walls as it is either. They're peelin’ off quite a bit, aren't they?

Seiji: Well if push comes to shove, we can hire a professional for the initial inspection and handle the rest ourselves.

Seiji: If you aren't picky about the quality, painting a wall isn't really that hard of a task.

Akira: Oh, that sounds good. It'll spare us some expense, and we'll all have to do what we can to help out.

Akira: One of my guys’ family runs a house paintin’ business.

Akira: I'll try asking him about it to see if we can get it done for cheaper.

Seiji: Please do. I'll try to see if we have other options in the meantime.

Seiji: —Speaking of the devil… That should be the construction company I was talking about.

Seiji: …Hello. Yes, this is Osakabe speaking. Regarding the quote we previously discussed…

Joyo Male Student 1: W-Why are those two…

Joyo Male Student 2: What's going on all of a sudden?

Joyo Male Student 3: They're both talking to each other… Normally! Is it… Is it gonna snow tomorrow or something!?

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Tomoeda: President! What happened!?

Seiji: What do you mean what happened?

Tomoeda: Please do not play dumb! Rumors about you and Kirigaya are spreading like wildfire throughout the school!

Tomoeda: Rumors about how the upright Student Council president with a spotless record was talking to a delinquent.

Seiji: I see?

Tomoeda: No one took their lessons seriously today. Everyone was jumping at the news.

Seiji: They stopped attending their classes just because I talked to someone? How deplorable.

Tomoeda: But that's not the main point here! He's… He's a delinquent, isn't he? Someone you should be cracking down on!

Seiji: …Indeed.

Tomoeda: I-Indeed…? What's gotten into you?

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Yasu: Boss! What's goin’ on!?

Akira: What do you mean? Is there something goin’ on?

Yasu: Don't shit with me! Weren't you being all chummy with that guy Osakabe today!?

Akira: Yeah. We had business.

Yasu: No, no, even if it was business, I'm sure that guy was there faultin’ you for somethin’, right?

Yasu: There's no need to talk to the insufferable Student Council!

Akira: Perhaps.

Yasu: P-Perhaps…? What's gotten into you this time, Boss?

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Numahira: Have you heard about the rumors, Busujima? About Akira’s little group.

Numahira: Apparently, they're going to be holding a concert in those ruins. They sure do have the spare time to do such leisurely things.

Busujima: A… concert? That guy…?

Numahira: Can you believe it? He’s even spending money to repair that dump.

Numahira: Don't you think it’d be great if such an important concert of his was ruined?

Bushijma: Yeah.

Numahira: Our last fight ended midway after all… and what a half-hearted fight it was…

Numahira: This time, I'll make sure to wreck him so badly that he'll never get up again.

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kaynadoesalot · 6 months ago

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Chapter 2: truth or dare?

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everyone was gathered around the fireplace trying to figure out how the rusty but vintage camera works.

"hm, strange I can't find any camera like this on Google. How old is this thing?" ryle asked, a little distress on his face presented by the scrunch of his eyebrows.

"It's okay, just a camera," said Ava, grabbing it and studying it for a few seconds before figuring out the mechanics of the cryptic device.

"ah here we go, just click this silver button here and we are good to go" said Ava, pointing at the button with a satisfactory look. rest of the group looking at her in admiration.

"wow Ava that was so cool, how'd you do it" exclaimed Noah

"I dont know it just came to me" shrugged Ava as she took her place before Olivia.

"Okay you guys, I see a timer button. I'll set it for 5 seconds. be ready" said Matthew, placing the camera on the table in front of them.

Everyone grabbed a spot, holding each other close, swinging an arm around their shoulders. Mia and Ryle coincidently being placed close together but if Mia saw the look in Isabella's eyes, she knew it wasn't accidental but on purpose. Ryle looked at Mia and smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist, she looked away and straight to the camera, her face flushed.

"get ready!" exclaimed Noah as he heard the camera beep thrice over the chaos. Everyone looked at the camera except Ryle, who was still admiring Mia silently, one more second and he would have had a lifelong memory of this moment until Mia nudged him to look ahead. Just as he did, the camera clicked.

matthew grabbed the camera, trying to look for the picture but to his disappointment, this was a film camera.

"oh you guys we will have to get them developed"

"oh that's alright, we can click pictures all night and look for a shop tomorrow" suggested Mia

"yeah sounds like a plan" Ava chimed in agreeing with Mia

"come on you guys, let's hit the dance floor, and get the party started"cheered Olivia as daniel agreed with her, joining her with a glass of vodka in his hand.

Ava is already on the job of connecting her phone to the speaker, putting on a playlist curated by everyone before coming to Shadowvale, this way everyone gets to enjoy the music.

"let's rock this night you guys" wooed Isabella.

soon, everyone joined the makeshift stage they had made out of the living room, the lights dimmed, the music loud, the fireplace giving them the warmth they needed and the booze giving them the heat and slowly stripping them of their consciousness.

isabella too, for once wanted to let loose especially because of all the negative vibes she experienced today. She was probably the most drunk after Ava.

noah and Daniel helped her stand on her feet as she danced her heart out even though they were equally as drunk.

matthew holding onto Olivia for support as he was close to passing out.

the only half-conscious ones now were Ryle and Mia. They were still having fun, now let loose of the awkward tension from before. they were laughing together as they watched everyone trip, and do all sorts of crazy things they would never do sober.

mia already pulled her camera out, recording Noah and Matthew twerking together while Olivia and Ava threw tissue papers at them instead of cash. at one point they thought driving out to get some vodka was a good idea so they took out the huge couch cushions and rode them to the kitchen while intimitiating traffic sounds.

it was a hilarious night, mia had ordered some takeout to sober everyone down to minimise the effects of the hangover. She also ordered the ingredients for her famous hangover smoothie.

once they were all a little dried out and starving, Mia and Ryle bought out boxes of beautifully packed up boxes of pasta and risottos. it was a group favourite so she knew what everyone liked. She gave them each a glass of lemon water along with it knowing they were all going to thank her the next morning.

after stuffing themselves full and sobering up a little they decided to continue the party but with less booze now.

"we should totally play truth or dare" suggested Ava, still very much buzzed but excited nonetheless.

"oh yeah I dont mind" agreed Matthew, everyone giving in after a few comments about the game being childish.

"Okay Mia, you start," said Olivia, clearly wanting to poke Mia since she knew how much she hated the game.

Rolling her eyes Mia agreed and chose truth. After about a minute of choosing truths for her, they all landed on one thing they were curious to know. Mia was an amazing friend but she was uptight about a lot of things. Especially her love life, the only person who knew anything was Isabella and that was also only because she was present when Mia broke up with her first boyfriend, that's how their bond was created.

"is there someone you like who is in the room right now?" asked noah

Mia froze, she didn't know what to say. She could say no but that might give Ryle the image that she didn't like him and if she said yes its going to be too obvious for him. Today isn't the only time with awkward interactions. he knows, she knows, and almost everyone does but they love teasing these two indirectly.

"uh, yeah" mia nodded, shifting a little as she cleared her throat sipping on her cocktail later

"Who is it, who is it" Ava jumped up excitedly

"hey, one question only" Mia rolled her eyes tiredly

"fine okay Matthew it's your turn" said Ava

"Okay, I'll choose to dare."

"Okay I got this, I dare you to go up to the attic and record a dance for 4 minutes," said Mia

"the attic? why there?" Matthew questioned

mia leaned in closer to him, " because there are spiders there" she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear and they all laughed at Matthews's reaction. he was absolutely terrified of spiders, and despised them.

"you guys are the worst," he said, standing up.

They all just laughed and walked him to the attic giving him song suggestions until they settled on the only dance he knew. Love nwantiti. He was scared but he stayed there and a danced to the song, everyone laughing at his recording as he kept looking over his shoulder and near his feet for the prospect of spiders crawling around him.

everyone was laughing and having fun except for Isabella, Ryle noticed and walked towards her.

"Hey, you've been too quiet all day today. What's wrong?" he inquired

"oh no it's nothing, I'm just exhausted from today's trip" she smiled, lying through her mouth and smiling through her eyes.

"I dont want to believe you, and I don't. if somethings wrong you know you can come to talk right?" he said

"yeah I know Ryle, thanks" Isabella smiled as she patted his arm and walked away

mia noticed the interaction silently until she locked eyes with Ryle and then immediately looked away.

"I can feel them on my body, I hate you guys" Matthew hissed as he looked at everyone annoyed but deep down everyone knew he wasn't really mad.

"Okay guys, it's 2 am I think we should call it a night. We've got a long day ahead of us" said Mia, everyone nodding in sync, exhausted after tonight's fun events.

"Who's gonna clean up though? I don't think we would have time in the morning" asked Ava.

"Oh that's okay I'll do it" Mia said with a smile, the least drunk out of all of them.

"No girl are you crazy, it's a mess you can't do it alone" said Olivia with a frown.

"I'll help her out" volunteered Ryle, already moving his feet towards the living room.

isabella nudged Mia and whispered in her ear "Take your chance" and walked along with the rest of the group waving goodbye to Mia.

mia walked to the living room, seeing Ryle already on the job. he was picking up the pasta boxes and cleaning off the wrappers of chips from the table.

"Hey, thanks for volunteering" Mia smiled at Ryle helped him with the boxes and went over to the kitchen to throw them in the bin. She came back with a cloth to clean up the table when Ryle bent over to help her out by taking it from her hand. He was right beside her and he straightened himself, looking at Mia.

"hey listen, I need to say something" he said

"What's up?" Mia asked with a smile even though the proximity made her nervous.

"I want to say that you have done enough for all of us so why don't you get some rest and let me do the cleaning hm?" ryle suggested

"what? no, I'm not letting you clean up alone" Mia frowned and shook her head

"I'm not asking Mia, you have to rest. you're getting pale and I know it's not long before you get sick if you don't rest" Ryle said, this wasn't what he originally wanted to say but he couldn't go through with it. nervous, just like Mia.

but something about tonight was making Mia crave him. maybe it was the alcohol, the atmosphere, the corridor situation, everything in her screamed at her to just throw herself at him.

"oh you're stubborn aren't you" Ryle rolled his eyes when she didn't say anything, he grabbed her arms and just as he was about to turn her around and direct her to the stairs, the camera which quietly sat on the table, clicked.

no one touched it, there was no timer, yet it clicked. both Ryle and Mia looked at it with a suspicious look. wondering if they just heard it but then it clicked again.

"what the fuck?" said Ryle.

mia picked the camera up and kept it in the case, leaving it on the couch.

"leave it, go to your room. now," said Mia, remembering Isabella's look when she saw the camera.

"i am not going alone, you're coming with me" Ryle stated as he grabbed her wrist and took her with him, he walked her to her room.they both stood outside, silently. knowing that there is something they want to say but are compelled not to.

"um, goodnight ryle" initiated mia

"yeah goodnight Mia," Ryle said with a smile as he leaned in to hug her

surprised by the hug, Mia let out an 'oh' before hugging him back. th hug lasted for a while. it was as if they were silently saying everything they wanted through the hug.

"I should get going," Ryle said as he pulled away. mia nodded and watched him walk away from her, once again.

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adito-lang · 2 years ago

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No zero days 08/365 - Weekly review

This weekly review encompasses eight days and is inspired by @mainichi-nihongoal's first "weekly report" 📝

Some thoughts

I joined @chenopodiumlang's No Zero Days Langblr challenge (thank you for the Excel template!). It has been interesting because up until now, I've never really tracked time spent on my language learning or bothered to write down exactly what I'm doing. Now I'm trying out a bunch of different learning methods/activities and actively thinking about which ones I want to keep and further integrate into my day.

I'm going to try to designate Sundays as my "review" day but record my audio on Mondays, because I want to be home alone when I'm talking to myself 😂

Switching between three languages in one day has been challenging, because I need to focus on different things. With Norwegian it's vocabulary, with Japanese it's grammar and kanji, and with Spanish it's everything... 🤖

Norwegian

Listening to Norskpodden and reading Hør Her'a have reminded me once again that I have to let go and not fuss over words or chunks that I don't understand within a sentence, as long as I get the overall gist or meaning of what's being conveyed. Today, when I read the third chapter of Hør Her'a, I just underlined words I didn't know, took a guess and KEPT READING, and I surprised myself at how quickly I finished the chapter.

I'm having fun with the Språkkalender 2013 😃

My goal for next week is to watch a Norwegian movie or start a Norwegian series on Netflix.

Japanese

This week, I mainly read articles and watched videos, but also translated something I'd written in Norwegian - it took ages 🙈 Which reminded me that I need to work on my writing (also my handwriting). Is good old fashioned daily journaling the answer?

I will start watching Alice in Borderland in the coming days.

Spanish

Ughh verb conjugation 😩 Let's just say there's a reason I have never really gotten into Romance languages...

I'm on track to complete the first three chapters of Con Gusto A1 before my Spanish class begins on the 17th. Today I started the second half of Chapter 2, which I'll try to finish tomorrow.

#no zero days 2023 langblr #langblr #norwegian langblr #japanese langblr #spanish langblr

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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Queen of Diamonds (Chapter 13): Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

created by @sirthisisa-wendys and @thehypestdeano

synopsis: after the fun has come and gone, the emotions still remain. Will you be able to handle them, or will they threaten to break you apart?

wc: 1.1k

tw: smut

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"Hanma..."

Your breathy sighs make Shuji's cock twitch while he's inside of you, your ass smacking against his hips repeatedly.

"Keep throwing it back for me," he murmurs, and you look over your shoulder at him, watching him watch you fuck yourself on his cock while he records on his phone. "That's it..."

You turn back around, feeling your stomach clench in arousal at the sight of him recording your fucking. It would no doubt make its way to Tetta, where he'd watch it over and over and over again before stashing it away in his secret collection.

The past few days had been filled with these pleasurable moments, whether he was being your trusty bodyguard or making you feel like a goddess with the way he fucked you. Shuji did his best to please you, and more often than not, he did an excellent job at it. Kisaki would ask about his performance, and you would tell him that Hanma deserved a raise, to which he would always reply, "I'll think about it."

But you need no convincing.

"Shuji," you whisper, feeling his arm tighten around you as you both lay on the beach. "Thank you."

"For what?" he chuckles, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder.

"For taking care of me. I've had a lot of fun."

"Glad to hear it, princess," Shuji replies, nuzzling your neck as the waves crash against the shore. A soft spray of seawater comes your way, and you tuck your face into the crook of his arm to avoid getting the water in your face. "What, afraid of a little water?" he teases, hands coming down on your sides.

"No," you protest, but Hanma's thin fingers begin to tickle you, and you laugh out loud, trying to shy away from his torment. "Stop!" you shout, still laughing and Hanma rolls with you across the sandy beach. "It's too much!"

"That's what she said," Hanma guffaws, then begins tickling you again. And for the first time in a long time - even though you're in the middle of being tormented - you feel true joy. A childlike joy almost threatens to burst through your ribcage and render you more helpless than you are right now, helpless to happiness, helpless to contentment, helpless to every emotion you've yearned for.

But when you burst into tears at the overstimulation and overwhelming emotions, Hanma stops, his hands coming off of your ticklish spots.

"Don't cry, don't cry. I stopped, see?" Hanma looks confused, but you shake your head as you wipe your face, still laughing and crying at the same time.

"No, no," you mutter, sniffing. "I'm not sad, I promise."

"Okay..." Shuji waits for an explanation, and you lean forward, placing both hands on his cheeks.

"I'm just so happy. I'm so fucking happy." His yellow eyes soften and he pulls you in for a quick kiss, then holds you against his chest.

"Thought I was gonna lose my job for a second."

You begin to laugh again, wrapping your arms around his torso in the chilly beach air.

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The text comes that next afternoon, after a mid-day romp with Hanma.

"It's time to come home."

Those five words are enough to make you leap for joy, rocking Hanma awake and yelling,

"We're going home, Shuji!" Hanma groans, turning over on his side and placing his pillow on top of his head, but you opt for the opposite reaction. "He said today's the last day and the jet will be here tomorrow morning."

"Great," Shuji mumbles from under the pillow and you frown, pulling the item off of his head.

"Aren't you excited?" you retort, but your companion pulls the pillow out of your grasp and places it over his head again.

"I'm really tired. Maybe now I can finally get some sleep." You roll your eyes, ignoring his protests, and jovially waltz to the bathroom, preparing to take a nice, long bath.

And while you're in the tub, you think to yourself about the things you need to tell Tetta about when you return. The sunsets, the bungalow, the beach sand, the way the seawater smells... All of the things he'd missed, he'd learn about from you. And you'd be eager to see the smile crawl across his face, hear the way he says your name, feel his fingers hold you close against his body...

You sigh with pleasure, sinking lower into the bath. Three whole weeks without Tetta... and now you're finally going home. For some reason, it felt like an eternity. But now you're just grateful you can be with him once more.

At dinner, you drink more than your fair share of wine before putting on something slow and sensual to dance around to while you're fully tipsy.

"Hanma," you call out to the man in the kitchen, and he looks up at you over his beer, brow raised. "Come dance with me."

"I can't dance, princess," he shrugs, but you pout, dancing over to him before pulling him up by his arm.

"Please?" Hanma scoffs, shaking his head. "Just one?"

"I'll do it for a kiss," he finally acquiesces. You raise up on your tiptoes and pucker your lips, leaning forward to pull Hanma into a kiss. It's not a perfect one, but it's enough to get him close to you and awkwardly sway in the living room to some woman singing her heart out about love.

"Isn't this perfect?" you ask, and Shuji grunts.

"I need to be really drunk for this to work."

"You've never slow danced before?" you wonder, looking up at Shuji curiously. He looks away sheepishly and you giggle. "Am I your first dance partner?"

"Sure, you can say that." You hold him closer, smiling as he embraces you as well. And you sway there for a while, reveling in the moment. It's not until you find you cannot keep your eyes open that Hanma ushers you into your bedroom, tucking you under the sheets and - for once - kissing your forehead and whispering his goodnight.

"Night, Hanma," you mutter, patting his cheek before he straightens up and waits for a moment. When he feels you're sufficiently asleep, he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of you in the bed, sending it off to Kisaki with the message: "She's eager to come home. I hope you're ready."

Barely a second passes before a new message pops up.

"I've called off work for the next few days; that's how ready I am."

Hanma laughs, tucking his phone into his pocket and looking down at you one more time. "One more for the road," he tells himself before kissing your exposed cheek and inhaling the scent of your shampoo then leaving you to sleep soundly.

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shyficwriter · 3 years ago

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Temporary Home: Chapter 22

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Peter is being super annoying, he won't stop with terrible puns and jokes. How will you make him stop? Will you have help from one of his fellow annoyed Guardians?

Previous Chapter here | Next Chapter Here Or click here to: Start From Beginning

Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 54 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,981

"What the hell, you little shit!? Give that back!"

You had been preparing to head outside, adjusting your earbuds, when Rocket snatched your phone right out of your hand. He was now hopping/climbing up your cupboards with the no less agility than you'd expect from a raccoon. In short order he had your phone placed on top of the tallest cupboard, well out of your reach.

Hopping back down, he said, "Apologize, and I might get it back down for you."

"Apologize for what?!" Seriously, he was getting on your nerves today. You had even just been more or less complaining to Kraglin in the hall, telling him how "that damned raccoon" had-

Oh.

"I told you to never call me a raccoon!"

You sigh. "This again? Look it's not my fault you look just like a-"

"Say it, and I'll leave it up there forever!"

You roll your eyes. "You honestly think I can't get that back by myself?" Walking toward the counter you listen to him attempt to taunt you.

"No, I don't think you can. That's way out of your reach, so you better get that apology ready, asshole. I'm waiting."

Somehow you are able to keep yourself from rolling your eyes again as you turn to face the smug raccoon. "Fat chance. It's not like I can't just climb up there myself. Jerkwad." With that you place your hands on the counter in preparation to give yourself a little hopping-boost up onto it, but you are interrupted by someone yelling at you from behind.

"Don't even think about that, you crazy shit!" Yondu scolded. "Get the hell down! Ya wanna bust a stitch? What's wrong with you?"

You turn to him and frown. "One, I wasn't even 'up', yet. Two, they're coming out tomorrow. And three, I don't take orders from you."

Yondu's eyes narrowed. Choosing to ignore your points he asked what was going on.

"She called me a raccoon! So I took her data pad so she can't listen to her precious music." He gave you a sneer, mocking you.

"It's called a phone," you started, "And it's not like I was deliberately trying to hurt your feelings, you annoying shit. You should be the one apologizing for refusing to clean your fur out of the tub drain!"

"Maybe if you Terrans didn't have such primitive plumbing-! And call it whatever you want, it's basically just a small shitty version of a data pad- AND I'm still not giving it back until you apologize!"

"Piss off- I can literally get it myself." Again, you move in preparation to hoist yourself onto the counter.

"Enough!" Yondu commanded, the sternness of his voice actually startling you into backing down and causing Rocket's ears to flatten momentarily. "Rocket, give her back her shit. Ya oughta know by now Terrans get stupid when you take their music."

"Hey!"

"Says the lady who was about to bust a stitch trying to get her music back." Yondu would have smirked at you if he wasn't too busy scolding.

You cross your arms and mutter under your breath, "They're coming out tomorrow..."

"She knows what to do to get it back." Rocket crosses his arms too, only more smugly, ignoring the exchange between you and Yondu.

Yondu looks at you expectantly and it takes you a moment to realize what he wants.

"What?! I'm not-"

Yondu gives you a hard look that silences you, though you wouldn't admit that it also kinda sent a shiver up your spine. It rivaled Fury's, clearly an expression honed over years of not-dealing-with-anyone's-shit.

"Fine!" You roll your eyes, turning to Rocket. "Sorry I called you a raccoon."

"That's what I thought." Rocket sneered. He then hops off the counter and starts to leave the kitchen, but he stops when Yondu clears his throat warningly. "What? I said I might give it back."

"Give it back, Rat, before I decide to pin ya to the wall with my arrow."

Rocket rolls his eyes but complies with Yondu's demands. He begrudgingly climbs up to where he stuck your phone and retrieves it for you, barely looking at you as he comes back down to thrust it into your outstretched hand. With a final huff he skulks out of the room, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if you should thank Yondu, or be irritated at him. Eventually you settle for asking, "Hey, how is that they let you keep that arrow, anyhow? I thought Gamora mentioned awhile back that SHIELD took all you guys' electronics stuff for security reasons?"

"That's for me to know." Yondu replied, offering nothing further than a shrug before grabbing the last brownie from the plate left on the table.

"Careful with that," you warned. "Those have butter in them."

"What's that?"

"Dairy. Like milk."

Yondu looked at it and frowned. "Ya sure about that? I had one yesterday and nothin' happened. Not even a stomachache." After a second's thought he added, "And what's with you Terrans and putting that milk shit in everything??"

You almost ignore the milk comment, but then think better of it, answering back with Yondu's own words from earlier, "That's for me to know. And I suppose that's good then- that you didn't have any issues, I mean. Here I was worried that even a little bit would make you shit yourself to death again."

Yondu narrowed his eyes at you and took a spiteful bite of the brownie before turning to leave the kitchen.

Finally left alone, you head outside to do something else that would likely also get you scolded- putting your garden to bed.

***

Kraglin joined you about halfway through the garden cleanup, and other than the mildly annoying scolding for not taking it easy, the two of you put the rest garden away just fine with minimal arguing throughout the process.

Well, almost minimal.

He'd told you to stop and let him lift the "heavy" bag, and with a roll of your eyes you'd told him you had it. He then took the "heavy" bag from you anyway with a frown and told you that you were crazy, to which you replied that he was welcome to leave since you never asked for his help. He then clapped back with the reminder that you had told him that he was welcome to help in the garden whenever he wanted to, and you just stared back at him bitterly because you knew he had you there.

Once the two of you had finished putting things away you thought that would be that, but then Kraglin continued to lecture you on how you really do need to take it easy, at least for a little bit. "Are all ya Terrans this bull-headed?" he had asked, only he hadn't said "bull." He had actually said the name of some other animal that you had no knowledge of, but you got the gist all the same. You didn't answer him, just rolled your eyes and headed back inside. After that you actually did feel the need to rest for a little bit, although you weren't going to admit that to him.

That said, you didn't need to. He could see it in your eyes. He just knew that bringing attention to it would likely only result in you denying it and more arguing, so he let it go.

***

You had maybe a half an hour undisturbed in your room before Peter thought it'd be funny to come and annoy you. He did so by peeking his head into your doorway to say, "Hey, someone said you sound like an owl."

You look at him from your desk with a 'WTF' expression, both thinking that was a very odd thing for any of them to say and wondering if 'owl' meant the same thing in space as it did on Earth or if they actually knew of Earth owls. Furthermore, what the feck was 'you sound like an owl' even supposed to mean? And which one of them would even say that? You decided to bite and ask him.

"Who-?"

As soon as the word left your mouth you realized your mistake, and you immediately cursed yourself for falling into his trick with an, "Ah dammit!"

Your gaze jerks down to your desk for a moment before glancing back up at him with a half frown and narrowed eyes.

Peter just smiled back at you with a shit-eating grin. He knew the joke was terrible, and a few more just like it could be suitable revenge for you trying to embarrass him with the johnnys the other day.

"You're such a pest."

"I know." He grinned wider and turned to leave, the sounds of his footsteps fading as he walked around the landing into his room.

***

Over the next several days he seemingly took any moment he could find to wedge a bad joke or pun into. You also weren't his only victim- it didn't take long for Peter to branch out and start annoying the others with his cruddy jokes as well, simply because it amused him. It clearly brought him great enjoyment to coax groans from his friends with his terrible puns and jokes.

For instance, one day you were making a snack for you, Mantis, and Gamora when he came into the kitchen.

"Hey, I think I swallowed some food coloring earlier."

You glanced up and raised an eyebrow. "Alright? I mean... It is edible..."

Grinning a wide, toothy grin, Peter responded. "Oh I'm sure I'll be fine... but I feel like I've dyed a little inside."

He grinned even wider as you resisted the urge to groan at him while Gamora explained to Mantis that Peter was, in fact, fine- just a moron with crummy jokes. His deed done, he left the room, completely unbothered by the hole you were glaring into his soul.

Later that night he stopped you just outside the bathroom. You had just taken your shower and were leaving the bathroom to go to bed, and judging by the items in his arms Peter was about to take his own shower now that you had finished.

"Hey," he asked, "you ever seen a meteor shower?"

You really should have guessed where this was going, but you naively answered, "Yeah, once. Why?"

Peter reared back in mock surprise and said, "Wow. I'm surprised at you! That's a total invasion of their privacy!"

He only just made it behind the door before you hit him with the towel you were using to dry your hair.

When Fury came the next day and the medic was about to take you into the next room, Peter spoke up and asked her if she did comedy on the side. After several confused looks he finally added, "Just wanted to see if you'd leave her in stitches."

That one resulted in several eye rolls and disapproving mutters. Even Mantis told him that one was terrible.

He tried this new material out on Rocket as well, who seemed to be even more annoyed at Peter's attempts at humor than you were.

One morning Rocket got annoyed that Peter had drank the last of the coffee without brewing another pot. Peter responded by telling Rocket not to be so "depresso" about it. Rocket threw a spoon at him.

Later, Rocket was eating some beans. Peter warned him to only eat 239 of them, and Rocket responded irritably with, "What the hell are you talking about, Quill?"

Peter just grinned and replied, "Well if you eat one more than that you'll be too-farty."

Rocket had to hold himself back from beaming Peter in the head with the can. The fact that Gamora flicked Peter in the ear and told him to quit it had helped curb the urge.

Sometime after that, Rocket had been sitting on the back of the sofa, minding his own business, when Drax accidentally knocked him off with a misplaced stretch. Rocket scolded him with a "Watch it, asshole! You just knocked me off the damn couch!"

Peter, without missing a beat, spoke up and said, "Chill dude. There's no need to get sofa-cking mad about it."

It took a second for the joke to click, but when it did Peter narrowly escaped getting bitten.

These terrible jokes and puns lasted several more days until one morning you woke up to find Peter sipping coffee out of a bowl. You looked at him strangely and he merely tipped his head and said, "It's a little, muggy out, don't you think?" before he made a show of looking out the open door.

You followed his gaze to find every single mug you owned sitting on the back lawn.

It was then you knew you had to stop him.

It was also how you came to find yourself standing awkwardly face to face (metaphorically speaking) with Rocket in Peter's room, much like you had during that first prank war you had with Peter when you were set to hide pinecones in his bed. Only, this time, Rocket had walked in on you.

Rocket broke the silence by nodding towards the roll of foil in your hand. "Whatcha doing?"

You tried to wipe the surprise off your face. "Um..." There really wasn't any way you could make the scene seem reasonable, and even trying to justify yourself to the raccoon felt silly. Luckily, you noticed Rocket seemed to be hiding something behind his back, so you decided to turn the tables instead. "What are you doing? Whatcha got behind your back there?" You crossed your arms, foil still in tow.

Rocket rolled his eyes and revealed he was holding what looked to be a jar of jam. "Ok, look- Clearly we were both about to give Quill a reason to knock it off with his shitty humor. Let's just-"

The widening of your eyes made Rocket pause mid-sentence. He turned around, a sinking feeling his gut that Quill was standing right behind him.

It wasn't Quill, to his short relief. It was, however, Yondu, who was half-frowning at the two of you.

When he saw Rocket sneaking a jar of jam upstairs he knew the rat likely wasn't just taking it for a snack, and so he decided to quietly investigate. Turned out he was right, though he hadn't quite expected to find that you were not only already up there about to pull your own prank, but had actually nearly beaten Rocket to it. Regardless, he knew he couldn't let the two of you get away with it, if only for his own peace and sanity.

"Now if there's one thing we don't need it's fer you two to go and be startin' another prank war with Quill," he scolded. "It always ends in trouble." He looked pointedly at you, as if asking if you needed a reminder of your previously dislocated elbow, or that you and Peter going at each other had indirectly been the cause of you getting shot.

Rocket started to argue but Yondu just cut him off, saying he didn't want to hear it. He then stood there, eyeing the two of you with that same look that nearly sent a shiver up your spine from before.

You both got the hint. He wasn't leaving until both you and Rocket went back downstairs to put your pranking fodder back where you found it. With no other options, the two of you obliged, Rocket grumbling about Yondu being no fun, and you blushing a bit from getting caught about to pull an admittedly childish prank and then dressed down in your own house. On the way to the stairs you and Rocket began to argue. Rocket claimed if you hadn't been so clumsy that one time, then 'grandpa over there' would let him prank Quill. You bit back at him saying that if he hadn't lead Yondu up there and gotten you both caught, you could have been half done with your own prank right now.

Yondu just shook his head and watched the two of you leave down the stairs, a soft chuckle escaping him. Imagine if the two of you actually started working together. That'd be a scary day for sure.

* * *

In the kitchen you and Rocket put away the objects of your mischief. Just as you were finished, Peter came into the room, and of course felt the need to deliver yet another one of his lame jokes.

"Hey, did you guys watch that movie about farts yet?"

Of course it would be a fart joke... Neither of you answer, dreading the punchline.

Unbothered by your silence, he delivers. "Eh. Don't bother. It really stinks." He grinned at the forlorn expressions on yours and Rocket's faces and continued. "The reviews were pretty shitty."

You pinched the bridge of your nose while Rocket rubbed his face in anguish. Peter just grabbed a soda with a grin and as he was leaving delivered one final parting line.

"I heard there's gonna be a sequel, though. They say it's really going to blow you away."

You and Rocket audibly groan at this final line. You cover your face in a show of distain, but Peter could see the hint of a grin attempt to cross your features. The first grin he had managed to catch since he started his tirade of crappy puns and jokes. It was the type of grin where it's clear you want to laugh, but you're mad about it because the joke is so terrible. And at a fart joke. No wonder why you would try to hide your face. A SHIELD agent, laughing at a fart joke? Absolutely not. Not happening. Not while anyone is looking anyway, apparently.

Peter leaves the room laughing, congratulating himself for a job well done.

"I might kill him," you say, mostly to yourself, once he is gone.

You notice Rocket looking at you, seeming to be contemplating something.

"What?"

He doesn't say anything for a couple seconds, but eventually replies with, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe we need to work together."

You raise an eyebrow at him.

Rocket continues. "I have an idea. I've been working on something, I was gonna keep it to myself, but this seems to call for drastic measures."

You weigh your options. Do you work with the raccoon or not? On one hand, maybe you two could get Peter back for being so annoying. On the other, this was Rocket, who could be his own special breed of annoying when he wanted to be. That said, perhaps in this situation that could be an asset...

With a soft sigh, you made your decision.

"What did you have in mind?"

***

The overhead light flickers on in the shed, and you follow Rocket to the back of the workshop to see what it was that he had been working on.

Once near the welding station Rocket ducks under the bench to retrieve something wrapped in an old shop-rag. He then hops up on top of the bench to sit, resting the bundle on its surface.

You weren't necessarily sure if you approved of him hiding mystery projects in your work shed, but you decided to put that away for another time. Right now you were focused on the small object in front of Rocket as he pulled back the rags to reveal it.

It was... much more impressive looking than you had expected. A small metal box with a sort of wire antenna, very clean looking all things considered, and it appeared to have a small remote accompanying it, about half the size of a pocket calculator with two square buttons.

"Whoa... You made that?"

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Don't act so surprised. This is only impressive on Terra. Literal schoolchildren can do this on Xandar."

Frowning, and ignoring what you were sure he meant as an insult (and also wondering if that were actually true), you clarified. "I just mean... how? What does it do? Where did you even find the parts?"

"Found an old computer out here. A bit archaic looking, but I made due." He picks up the device and grins. "As for what it does..."

***

You open the back door. "So, when do you wanna try-"

The sound of hysterical begging meets your ears and cuts off your sentence when you and Rocket re-enter the house.

"Please! I won't do it anymore! I promise!"

You share a confused, yet intrigued look with Rocket, wondering just what the hell was going on. It was clearly Peter's voice, but why did he sound like a stuck pig? Why was he begging so loudly? And what for?

"Gamora! No- Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

His desperate pleas and screeches sounded like they might be coming from the sitting room, so the two of you go to investigate.

When you reach the doorway and take a step into the room an amusing scene was laid out to your right.

Peter, was indeed, very sorry from the looks of things.

He was laying on his back, pinned to the floor near the middle-edge of the room by Gamora. You could see most of their upper bodies peeking from behind the sofa and chairs. She was sat on his waist and had his arms pinned above his head with just one of her hands while her other hand dug into his stomach.

Kraglin and Yondu sat at the table playing cards with Drax and Mantis, who didn't seem to be paying the scene much mind. Groot, however, sat on the edge of the table watching and giggling at the sight while his little legs kicked absentmindedly from where they dangled over the table. Occasionally the others would glance up with an amused smile, but other than that they left Peter to suffer at the hands of Gamora.

Peter continued to beg through hysterical laughter. "Please! Gamora quit! I can't- You're killing me! AHHAHA!"

Gamora didn't let up, didn't seem to notice the appearance of you and Rocket either, or she just didn't care. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm just giving you what you deserve. I warned you- one more time and you'd be sorry- and you just couldn't help yourself." There was a playful edge to her scolding, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce what was going on.

"I'll stop! No more puns! I promise I won't do it again! Please!" More hysterical laughter poured from his mouth as he wriggled under her, trying and failing to free himself from her cybernetic-ally strong grip. His socked heels kicked uselessly against the wooden floor, unable to grab traction.

Rocket nudges your leg with the back of his hand to get your attention and you turn out of the room with him to hear him better, leaving Peter to his fate.

"Looks like Gamora beat us to it with the whole revenge thing." Rocket had a certain tone to his voice that almost made it seem as if he was disappointed, but not quite. "Maybe we don't need this after all..." He patted his pocket where he had stashed the device.

You glance briefly back into the room, thinking for a moment. You could no longer see them, but you could still hear Peter's pleading laughter and bargains for his life. Yeah, maybe he was getting his just desserts now, but was it really enough? Shouldn't you also get some satisfaction for your own pain and suffering? And even if the answer was no, wouldn't it still be fun to do it anyway and watch the look on his face? Without looking at Rocket you say, "I think we should still do it."

When you do glance back down at him he reveals a wide grin.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

#gotg #gotg fic #yondu #fluff #x reader #peter quill #starlord #guardians of the galaxy #gamora #rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #reader x rocket racoon

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i-can-make-it-write · 2 years ago

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Still with you (Chapter 1)

It's been three years since you last saw Jungkook. The last time you did, you were part of Big Hit's camera crew, and you left when things were getting too intense as your relationship with Jungkook blossomed. Now you are both reunited as In The Soop Season 1 is being filmed. What will the reunion be like?

Angst | Idol AU | ITS1 | Jungkook x Reader

Chapter 2

You breathe a sigh of relief as your producer signals you that the recording session is over. You pull down your headphones, and just for a moment, the face mask that covers the lower half of your face. The sun is setting, and you've been shooting since 10 in the morning since the boys arrived. Sweat covers not only your forehead, but it continues down your back and under your armpits. Despite the utter exhaustion, you're satisfied with the content the team gathered today.

You spot the producer walking towards you from across the green fields as you silently pack your gear.

"It's a short break for dinner and to freshen up before the night shift comes in. The night team is setting up now to take over, but the other stationary cameras will capture the rest of the footage. The guys are all gathered at the main house anyway to cook. So it's less running around for us."

" OK PD-nim. I'll gather the gear to copy out the footage and charge our gear in the mean time."

Your producer, Mr. Hyun side-eyes you as you continue to pack your gear. He nods quietly and agrees. "You're OK?"

You still at his seemingly innocuous query. You know the subtext to his question. "How are you holding up? Has he seen you yet?"

You're determined to avoid the obvious. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just bring this over to the staff quarters and organise them while I freshen up."

He squints at you, as if unsatisfied. He sighs and nods, seemingly moving on from this line of questioning. "Fine then. Let's meet up at 9pm to go over tomorrow's plans." You agree and start to hoist your camera gear and head towards the staff quarters which is situated about 200 meters above the main house.

It's easier to walk to the staff quarters now that the sun isn't as hot. Your earlier perspiration seem to evaporate as the cool breeze from the river blows in towards you, making it seem easier even though its quite the trek with your heavy camera gear. You enter the staff quarters, and is surprised to see it empty. The rest must still be hanging around near the river during the shift change. You can't say that you're not glad to have the place to yourself for now.

Dropping your camera gear on the main table littered with wires, extension cords, chargers and snacks that the video team have been having on the go since arriving yesterday to setup. It wasn't until you started to remove your bucket hat, camera vest and your socks did you realise you were not alone, as a throat clears somewhere behind you.

Turning around, you finally see him. Still in his black Fila sweatshirt and knee length shorts. His glossy hair is swept to the left side of his face, and his earrings glint in the late evening sun as you avoid his hard gaze. You settle for staring at his black slides which you missed at the entrance right next to the brown two-seater that he is currently sitting on.

"So it is you. I wondered if I was seeing things." You try to feign disinterest by turning your back to him, and continue to unpack your gear to sort out the footages and to charge up all the batteries.

"Hyun-nim asked for extra hands for this project, and I needed the job. I was retrenched when the lockdown started, and his call was timely." You stated it factually and without emotion. Yet all you could feel was panic and uncertainty bubbling under the surface of your skin to suddenly be near him after so long.

" Are you on the editing team too?" He maintains a nonchalant tone. You're not looking at him, but you can imagine him nervously picking at the skin near his lips.

"No, I'm done after this week's shoot. My contract is only to be the assistant producer for the shoot. I'll be out of your hair once the week is over."

Mustering bravery that you do not feel, you turn towards him, and finally meet his gaze. He stares at you, and the both of you say nothing in a while. It's been too long since you've seen him in person. He still looks the same. Except for the tattoos adorning his knuckles. Those were new. As well as the hard cold gaze he maintains on his face now. You're not used to this side of him. Although you are well aware that he is capable of it.

He turns away before you do. His nails picking at a non-existent scab on his calf, as his throat bobs up and down in apparent anxiousness.

"H-how have you been?" he says quietly. His eyes are everywhere but on you. You're glad you're not the only one who feels this awkward tension between the both of you. You resist telling him to stop picking on his skin. It's a nervous tick of his that he hasn't quite overcome.

"I've been ok." You don't offer anymore than that. Because to do so would reveal too much. It all flashes in your mind's eye. The weeks after when all you could do was cry to sleep, the months of absolute hell when you second-guessed every decision you've made. The times when you had to physically stop yourself from dialing his number, and then eventually deleting it from your phone to overcome the issue altogether.

You take a huge breath of air to stop the memories from coming in. It's been almost 3 years. Coming back here was a mistake, no matter how much you needed the job. But it's too late to back out now that they can't replace you in the production team.

"You should go. They will be looking for you soon." You bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out more than that. The less you say, the better. It'll make surviving the week a lot easier.

You hear him softly saying your name, and the sound of it makes your heart triple in its speed. How is it that something as simple as your name from his lips is enough to send you down a spiral? You look up at him, resisting the urge to run towards his being. "Jungkook... You really should go. I-I can't do this."

He nods in understanding, and starts to get up. You brave yourself as he steps closer towards you. Suddenly he's only two feet away, literally an arm's length away. Your fists tighten as you hold yourself, resisting the urge to hold on to him instead. You hear your name once again and you look up at his glassy eyes.

"I've missed you."

Your eyes closes shut at his confession. It's all that you've dreamt to hear over the past 3 years apart. By the time you open your eyes again, he was gone.

Chapter 2

#bts #btssmut #jungkook #ITS #angst #idolau #slowburn

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 6

The eve of race day. You had woken up early as planned. Zemo would be here soon to pick you up. You had packed a little case for the weekend, but you had spent the entire in nervous excitement.

You would be staying with Zemo. At his place. Just the two of you.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Zemo: I'm outside.

You grab your bag and head outside, locking up behind you. Not at all surprised to find another car of his waiting for you. He was leaning against the hood of the car.

You smile as you approach him.

"Miss me?" You asked, teasing him.

"Every day since I left."

You laugh softly, but you could tell he meant his reply. Your poor heart was going crazy.

Zemo takes your bag and puts it safely in the car. You climb in while he does. Once he's in, you settle for the long drive down to the track. The radio plays quietly in the background.

"You can sleep if you like, I promise there won't be any speed racing along the way," he chuckles.

You smile as you get as comfortable as you can in a car. "I think I'll do that, an hour or so."

You're didn't even make an hour before you woke up, but a lot of distance had been covered. Zemo smiles at you as you shift in your seat, waking up fully.

"Coffee?"

You glance down to see two take out cups, steam still rising from them, slotted between you in cup holders. You smile as you take one.

"Thanks. You stopped for coffee?"

"The least I could do for coming to get you so early," he smiles sweetly. "I can pull over at the next stop if you're hungry, but we won't be on the road for too much longer now."

"I'll wait then. Thanks." You open the cup and inhale that delicious scent. A beautiful way to wake up.

Conversation is kept causal for the rest if the trip. Soon Zemo pulls up at a nice house. He wasn't kidding when he said it was bigger than your little apartment.

You climb out of the car and look up at it.

"This is nice."

"Thank you. It's just one of my houses." He comes to stand beside you. You eye him in slight suspicion.

"One of your houses? How many houses do you have?"

"Several. Most of them in Europe."

You continue to look at him with suspicion.

"I figured you had money because of all the cars, but I'm thinking there's more to it than that."

He gives a cheeky grin as he walks up to the front door.

"Perhaps."

Who is this man?

You follow him to the door and then enter as he opens it for you. The inside is super nice. Doesn't exactly looked lived in, but you can tell it's his place.

"Now this suits you," you say, looking around the room.

"Does it? You fit in quite nicely too."

You smile as you make yourself comfortable. Zemo drops your bag by the door and comes over to sit with you.

"I have something I want to ask you. I don't need an answer right away, but I want to ask you now."

"Why is it?" You turn tour body so you're giving him your full attention.

"I have been debating this for days, but what you say if I asked you to work for me?"

Your gaze flickers between his eyes, your brain trying to catch up with what he just said. Work for him? Like... work for him? What would you even do?

"You do realise I'm no mechanic. I make coffee for a living."

"I'm aware."

"What can I possibly do for you?"

"Assist me? Manage me?" He sat their smirking at you.

"Manage you? I don't know what in doing most of the time, and you want me to manage you? Don't you have a manager?"

"Myself."

"You can do that?"

"I can," he chuckles. "If you worked with me, you could be at every race. I would get to see you every day."

"You are honest to God serious?"

"I am."

You gaze down at your lap in thought. He was actually offering you a job. You would have so much to look up before hand, but what if you took it?

You look up to see him looking at you.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask for," he says, smiling. He gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you breakfast.

You're already pulling out your phone, researching what you may need to help him.

It would be pretty cool to tell people you were the manager of Helmut Zemo. Certainly more exciting than the barista who makes nice coffee.

You eat, Zemo shows you the room he had made up for you, and then you both head out to see the car. You spend all day watching him go up and down the airstrip, beating his own record.

He was ready for tomorrow.

Race day. You're both up early. Zemo talks you through the day and what he has prepared for you. You're on the list for his crew, so you'll have access to the areas he team do. You still get to watch from his stand.

Of course, you arrived together. He parks up and you walk into the stadium. You're keeping your eye out. Zemo knows what for.

It's not until you're outside waiting for Zemo to change when you see them. Stark has arrived, in his gear, your friend under his arm as they wave at the crowds. All cameras on them.

He did it. He made it public.

Your friend was smiling away and waving at people, kissing his jaw and placing her hand on his chest.

Despite the display, it didn't seem real to you. She couldn't see it, but you could.

A hand is placed in your shoulder. You look up to see Zemo standing beside you. His eyes are on you, but you know he saw them.

"She may not forgive me, but I will not forgive him for breaking her heart when the time comes."

Zemo says nothing and nods once.

You turn your eyes away from the 'happy couple' and look at the car. It looked all shiny and new.

"You've got this today," you say, turning to smile at him.

"I know," he replies with a cocky smile.

You find yourself teaching for his hand and smiling softly at him. His fingers curl around yours.

"I'll be right here when you cross that finish line," you tell him.

"And then drinks."

"Ah yes, our date. How can I forget?"

"I have one more request before I go out there."

"Oh?"

Zemo brings you entwined hands to his lips and kisses yours softly.

"Call me Helmut. I want to hear you say my name at least once."

You smile.

"Alright. Then, this is for you, Helmut." You lean in and press a firm kiss to his cheek, caressing the other one with your free hand.

He smiles.

The way you say his name sets alight all those feelings be bad been trying to contain.

You pull away.

"You better go."

You can hear the racers being called to the starting line. He squeezes your hand and reluctantly lets go. You pick up his helmet and give it to him. Once it's on, he climbs into the car and you watch as he follows the other drivers. You quickly climb over the barricade to the stands and watch from up there, wanting to see his car for as long as you could.

You hadn't noticed the way your friend had been looking at you from across the way.

You stand on edge. You had this really good gut feeling in your stomach. Something was telling you this was going to be the day.

The lights change. The engines rev. You close your eyes to listen to the sound. It's the greatest sound in the world. The flag waves, tyres spin. They're off.

You don't even realise you're holding your breath.

The cars are out of sight so quickly, you then your gaze to the screen. Right there in front of you is Stark and Zemo.

They move in perfect sync around the track, not once colliding with the other. It's almost as if they're playing a careful game. Your poor lip will be so sore from your nervous nibbles.

Stark takes the lead for quite some time, but Zemo is right there behind him.

"Please. Please." You're whispering to yourself. You have fingers crossed, you're unable to stand still as you watch, you're pleading with whoever is listening.

The last leg of the race is approaching.

The standard across from you cheer loudly. That's Stark's lot.

You're beginning to doubt that feeling you had.

It all happens so quickly.

Just as you blink, that purple beauty of a car pulls ahead. It's as if it had been saving it's energy for the last hurdle. You gasp sharply as he pulls so far ahead, even Stark is confused. You're not sure if you dreamt it or it as that car speeds across the finish line.

You can't contain how happy you are. You run from the stands, jump the barricade and run as fast as your feet will take you. By the time you get down to the arena, all cars have crossed the line. No casualties on this day.

Zemo is out of his car, helmet taken from him by one of the others. He sees you coming and opens his arms. You're off your feet as soon as your arms around him. He's laughing in your ear.

"You did it! You did it!" You're laughing, smiling, cheering.

He puts you down, but he doesn't let go. You hold onto him tightly. People gather to take photos or to try and interview him, but neither of you care.

You pull back enough to look at him.

He kisses you.

Right there in front of everyone. Cameras are flashing, people are shouting his name.

No one else matters.

You smile against his lips.

You only let go when you have to. He gets taken off for his award, but you're not far behind. You're so proud of him.

Stark looks at him from the second place podium. Your friend on the other side from where you stand.

She doesn't look happy.

Once the formalities are over, Zemo returns to you and puts his arm around your shoudler. You're both smiling like fools as you walk back.

He beat Stark. He did it.

And he kissed you!

You're over the moon. This could honestly be pinned as the best day of your life.

It's not until you're out of sight from the press when he pins you up against the wall and claims your lips again. You melt against him, letting him kiss you over and over.

Neither of you were even bothered about the race anymore. He just wanted you.

You part, but only slightly.

"Zemo-"

"No."

"Helmut," you chuckle, "I'm accepting the job offer."

"That didn't take much convincing," he teases.

You roll your eyes and pull him back to you, kissing him again.

Meanwhile, in Stark's locker, your friend was going crazy. She was looking at her phone which was blowing up with images of you and Zemo kissing.

Today was suppose to be the day she could proudly go public about her and Stark, but even that had been stolen from them.

Tony looked at her from across the room.

"Let me tell you something interesting," he said, not all sounding affected by his loss today.

She goes over to hear what he has to say.

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#helmut zemo x reader #zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo #baron helmut zemo #AU #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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rottenroyalebooks · 3 years ago

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Rotten Corpse

Chapter One

-Originally written on Wattpad-

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC! RottenRoyale/Sienna Colt

Genre: Real Person Fic, Romance, a little bit of angst.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Series Summary: A life full of deception can only lead to her downfall, will he be there to catch her?

~*~*~

I could see the sun rising in the window next to me and I groaned, looking at the clock on my studio wall realizing that I had spent all night recording and editing a video when I should have been studying for my college classes, again.

My phone vibrated on the desk next to me as my alarm went off that was supposed to wake me up; but not today.

I turned off the alarm seeing a text from my mom.

"I made breakfast for you whenever you're ready. It's in the kitchen of the manor, I'll be in my office if you need anything." I smiled and chuckled at my mother's text, looking out the window again and gazing at my family's Manor, and seeing my mother waving at me from her office window.

When my videos on YouTube started taking off and I started gaining popularity, my parents let me move into the guest house that's located in the backyard, fixing it up and turning it into my studio.

I stood up from my desk, stretching slightly and walking out of my office, and heading to the first floor. I exited my studio and walked across the backyard and opened the kitchen door to the manor.

I saw the plate on the island counter and smiled to myself; hopping up on the stool as Miranda, our live-in maid walked into the kitchen.

"Ah good morning Sienna! What is on the agenda today?" She asked walking over to the kitchen to clean the dishes.

"I'm going to stop at the coffee shop by the university and cram in some last-minute studying until my noon financing class. Then, when I get out of class, I will head back to my studio, shower, and get ready before I stream. Busy day." I say with a smile.

"Sounds like it. Make sure you eat before you stream. Do you want me to make you some lunch today? I don't mind making your food." She offers but I shake my head.

"I'm going to be cooking on stream today, for my She Can Cook series on YouTube. I was taught by another YouTuber how to make Honey Butter Fried Chicken and he challenged me to make it so I set up my streaming equipment in my kitchen last night so I wouldn't have to rush myself today." I explained as I ate my breakfast.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing an email from my professor.

I opened it up and groaned in happiness as I read the subject line:

CLASS IS CANCELED

"Bless! My professor canceled class today which means I can play video games!" I said cheerfully as I went to my messages and found Sean's number, texting him.

"Hey man! Are you up for playing Among Us today?"

I sent the text as my mother walked into the kitchen, "Darling, I'm going to assume that your office light being on all night was not because you were studying." She said crossing her arms.

It was a trap! I thought to myself as I stopped chewing my food. I thought about my answer carefully as I swallowed and sat up straight.

"You assumed correctly." I mumbled looking down at my plate, "I was recording and editing a video all night, a new song."

She sighed, "Sienna, your grades are important. Midterms are around the corner-"

"And if my job flops on me then I won't have a backup." I finish the statement for her. "I know mom, I'm sorry. Professor canceled class today so I'm going to focus on relaxing today but I promise I will binge study tonight and stay out of my office tomorrow." I tell her and she nods.

"Deal." She said before walking away. I felt my phone vibrate with a message from Sean.

"I was just about to text you! We need one more person for our game in about an hour would you be okay with that?"

Meeting new people is always fun.

I met Sean a few years ago at Vidcon when he came up to my booth and exclaimed how he liked my music and asked ME for a picture. I was starstruck and we became friends from that day forward. We collaborated on a few gaming videos and because of that more people decided to watch my channel and I blew up soon after.

He isn't the only YouTuber I know. I'm also friends with Gloom (Kassie), Dangthatsalongname (Scott), LDShadowlady (Lizzie), Laurenzside (Lauren), SmallishBeans (Joel), and Joey Griceffa. I've collaborated with a bunch of other people too like Shannon Taylor.

Lots of big names, I know.

I replied to his text agreeing and for him to send me an invite.

I ate the rest of my breakfast quickly and Miranda took my dishes for me and I thanked her before heading back to my studio.

I jogged back up the stairs and brushed my teeth before hopping in the shower and getting dressed into my clothes so I wouldn't have to do so later.

As soon as I sat down at my computer I got the invite from Sean and I set up the game before accepting.

As soon as I entered the call I heard people chatting away, starting with Sean.

"Oh! She's here! Everyone, meet Rotten. Rotten, meet everyone!" Sean said and I chuckled.

"Hey everyone," I said with a smile, adjusting my headset on my head.

"Hey! I'm Lily!"

"Hi! I'm Rae."

"I'm Sykkuno!"

"Hey Rotten! Dave is here too." I smiled hearing Dave speak up.

"Rotten! Best Friend!" Glooms' voice came through the call and I smiled.

"Glooooooom!" I said in a weird voice that made everyone laugh.

"Hi, Rotten! Lizzie here!" Lizzie's voice makes me smile and I greeted her back.

"Wait! You're Rotten Royale, aren't you? That alternative singer that Marzia listens to on the daily. She is obsessed with Up all Night." Felix's voice was the last person I expected to be on this call.

I had to mute myself so I didn't say something stupid. PewDiePie knows my name AND his girlfriend listens to my music? So rad.

I quickly composed myself and unmuted my mic, "Yeah that's me! So glad to hear that someone likes my music." I joke as I design my character. My color is cyan and I have a cat head hat on my character's head.

"Oh please, your four million subscribers would simp for you in a heartbeat." Sean joked which made everyone in the chat laugh.

Then someone else joined.

A deeper toned voice comes through my headset, "Is there someone new in the chat?"

His voice set me back, deciding not to say anything as I knew he probably got a lot of comments about his voice. "Yeah, I'm Rotten." I introduce myself.

"Rotten?" His tone was questioning and Gloom giggled.

"That's her alias on the internet, well it's Rotten Royale, but everyone just calls her rotten for short," Kassie explained to me and I smiled.

He hummed, "Makes sense. I'm Corpse."

I barked out a laugh, "And you question my name?" I teased.

"Oh! Rotten, are you streaming?" Sean asked.

"Negative, Ghostrider. All my streaming equipment is currently in my kitchen for my Stream later today."

"Why in the kitchen?" Sykkuno asked and I chuckled.

"I have this series I do on my side channel called She Can Cook where I have all different kinds of people trying to teach me how to cook because before I couldn't even boil pasta correctly because my mother spoiled me," That earned a laugh from a few people, "A week ago I had Sam the Cooking Guy come to my studio and teach me how to make Honey Butter Fried Chicken and man it's amazing. I'm going to be attempting to cook it on stream and pray I don't set my studio on fire."

"Oh, I'll be watching that." Kassie chuckled.

"Yo Rotten I just listened to Up all Night and it's so good! Your voice is so Angelic!" Lily exclaimed and I let out a chuckle.

"Thank you, I appreciate the feedback," I said shyly and Sean piped up.

"I think you should be recording this, Rotten, this is going to be an interesting game."

I smirked lightly, typing quickly on my computer and seeing my third screen pop up with the recording of the screen in front of me.

"Hang on, I have to grab a cam. All of my good ones are in the kitchen." I muted my mic and rushed over to my bookshelf, grabbing a box that I put my old cam in.

After getting the face cam set up I turned it on, seeing it pop up on my other screen. I unmuted my mic and smiled, "Alright! I now have a face. Let's do this thing, momma needs to procrastinate doing her Finance homework."

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 4 years ago

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Ain't No Sunshine - Part 1

Logan howlett x reader x Scott Summers

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: Part 1 of a 5 part series!!! I'm so excited to be writing these - the chapters aren't going to be that long each, but once I've written + posted them all I'll be compiling them into an entire fic and posting that. If that makes sense...aha. anyways, enjoy!! - Honey

(Also, this is written about James Marsden's cyclops but I guess it could work with both!)

"YES! I DID IT!" You screamed, turning to Scott; he bore just as wide of a grin as you. Excitedly, you wrapped your arms around him, and he did the same - you had been trying to master an aspect of your powers for months, and you finally got it right. You pulled away slightly to look up at him and lifted a hand up to cup his face, running your thumb across his cheekbone.

"Thank you for helping me..." you whispered, basking in his warmth. He placed his hand on top of yours, stroking your knuckles.

"It's my pleasure." He spoke softly, a smile curving at the edges of his lips.

You had been working at the school for just under a year, teaching combat & self defense. Charles knew you had powers, so he enlisted the help of Scott to aid you in your journey. Four months ago, you and Scott discovered what your powers were - the ability to control and manipulate mutations. You could temporarily take people's powers away, heighten and weaken other's mutations, and even 'borrow' somebody else's abilities. Despite this, you were struggling with the latter; but today you finally managed to steal Scott's power and shoot 1 laser blast at a target, something you've both been working on for such a long time.

Both smiling like idiots, you suddenly realised that your faces were centimetres apart. Though before you could do anything, somebody cleared their throat from the doorway. Quickly stepping away from each other, you felt heat rise to the tips of your ears. Logan stood at the door of your training room, leaning an arm against the door frame, glaring at Scott.

"Xavier wants to see you, y/n." Logan growled, not taking his eyes off the man next to you. Luckily, you made your escape - you could probably cut the tension between Logan and Scott with a knife.

When you joined the school, you could've never guessed that you'd be pursued by not one, but two romantic interests. The first person you met upon entering the academy was Logan, who consequently had to give you the tour; he was pretty solitary when you first met him, yet he warmed up to you as you spent more time at the school. You had met Scott shortly afterwards, while exploring the grounds; one of the children accidentally pushed you down the stairs, causing you to fall what felt like hundreds of feet. Thankfully, Scott was right underneath and managed to catch you, holding you bridal style. (Sure, it may not have been the best way to meet somebody, but it's the cause of a lot of inside jokes between you both.)

Once you were out of earshot, walking down the seemingly endless corridor to Xaviers office, Logan closed the door.

"You two having fun?" He asked, brows furrowed. A slight chuckle escaped Scott's lips as he crossed the room, facing the wolverine. "What's it to ya, grandpa?"

Logan sneered as Scott opened the door and walked away, leaving him in the empty gym.

As you made your way up the large oak stairs, you thought long and hard about what had just happened. You weren't oblivious to all the jealousy the two men shared, you had simply gotten used to it; but making a move on either of them, choosing between two of your closest friends - it was torture. You knew that if you didn't talk to them soon, then other girls would snap them up in a second...yet if you were to make a decision, you wouldn't even know where to start.

Reaching Professor Xaviers office, you gave the door a few knocks before entering.

"Good afternoon, y/n. Take a seat."

Smiling, you walked over to the small leather chair on the other side of his desk and plopped yourself down. Professor Xavier was in an oddly good mood...why?

"I'm very pleased to hear that you've completed your training."

"How did you know?"

With a smirk, he tapped his head.

"I know everything."

☆☆☆☆☆

Despite it being a chilly evening, that night you felt incredibly warm. Surrounded by all of your friends, Ororo had arranged a small party to celebrate you finally grasping your powers; you, Scott, Logan, Jean, Charles, Kurt, Ororo, Peter and Hank were all in the common area, music humming from the record player. You sat on one of the brown leather sofas, a beer in your hand, next to Hank. He was talking about something scientific, but you weren't really listening - your gaze was focused on Logan, who was seemingly leaving. Apologising to Hank, you followed Logan out of the lively room and into the gardens.

"Leaving so soon?"

He turned to see you leant against one of the stone pillars, your hair blowing in the wind. He laughed slightly, and took a step back towards you.

"Yeah, parties were never really my thing."

Now it was your turn to laugh, hearing your favourite song come on from inside.

"Well, we aren't at a party now...would you dance with me?"

Instead of answering, he took a few more steps towards you until you were pressed together, chest to chest. He gripped your waist, motioning for you to wrap you arms around his neck. You both swayed slightly on the spot, your dress flapping with the breeze.

"I wish we could have more moments like this," you whispered. "Where it's just the two of us."

He hummed in agreement, searching your eyes. He looked down at you with such adoration, the moonlight reflecting off your gentle face.

"There's just always something that needs doing. People to save, mutants to protect." He replied, sighing. "I'm surprised we managed to escape without being caught..."

Just as he said that, you heard Charles's voice in your head.

"Y/n and Logan, please meet me in my office."

By the look on his face, clearly Logan heard it too. You gave him a knowing smile.

"You were saying? I guess we weren't the only people who left."

As you and Logan sat down in Professor Xavier's office, Charles began explaining why you were there.

"We've had news about the MRD. Tomorrow, there'll be an attack a few miles from here, and I'd like to send the two of you out to protect any vulnerable mutants."

"I don't think I should go." You replied, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "My suit is still damaged from the last mission, Hank hasn't had time to repair it."

Charles smiled at you. "Suits won't be needed, y/n. You two will be going undercover as husband and wife."

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shiberpostshere · 5 years ago

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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

10. Chapter Six: It's okay buddy, get used to it✨

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Date: 07.09.19 ✨

You and your friends have been frequenting Cafe Utopia these days due to the fact that San works there part time and Wooyoung dropps by often as his dance studio falls nearby. You might end up becoming a regular since the Dazzling Night crew uses the place as a daily meeting spot if not working in the recording studio.

The interior of the cafe is as the name suggests, magical and mesmerising. The entire furniture is ebony and golden bulbs hang low from the ceiling, the lighting being ten out of ten.

San had left with Yeri fifteen minutes ago after his shift ended to hang out at the apartment with Wooyoung and Yunho, who together went to the dance club and were also flat-mates.

You might as well just make a friendship chart to trace back all your recent friendships somehow to Seonghwa.

The first ever meeting is to be held today at 5PM. Jongho and you arrived an hour earlier to calm down with caffeine and to pretend to do college work while you just conversed about random topics leading nowhere. He slurped his iced americano as you sipped your black coffee.

“So, you're all cool now? Hundred percent?” He murmurs under his breath while scanning the script given by Yeosang.

The topic of embarrassment hadn’t surfaced back onto your consciousness after texting Seonghwa as you had distracted yourself by binge watching Brooklyn 99 with Yeri for half of the night. Classes occupied your mind in the morning and you only thought about Seonghwa's text with full concentration for fifteen minutes while waiting for your orders at the cafe.

At the end, you decided to just deal with it.

You chug down the remaining beverage. “Yeah. I've decided to face Song Mingi and Park Seonghwa with the power of caffeine and god by my side.” The empty mug feels irritating.

San had warned you before leaving not to get another refill, presumably what might have been your seventh cup of the day.

“You literally groaned like a dinosaur after receiving his text.” He gives you a long face.

“Of course I would! He called me cute, he’s obviously making fun of me.” You pack your study material and open your laptop for the meeting.

He considers a thought for a moment. “Maybe he’s just clueless.”

“He’s actually that clueless.” The sudden comment from Yeosang makes you and your friend jump as he settles down at the table.

Mingi takes a seat beside him along with Hongjoong. "I can vouch for that, you know I've known him since high school."

You and Jongho look around for a moment before taking in the group's sudden arrival.

Seonghwa occupies the remaining seat, beside you and your friend. "I'm literally right here, guys. Hi (Y/N), hey Jongho."

"And?" Mingi says as he unpacks his laptop along with his friends, except Hongjoong.

You shake your head, crossing your arms below your chest. "You guys are sure acting all cool about the group chat."

Hongjoong is the only one with a notepad in front of him and he replies while studying some scribbles. "We're pretending to be cool about it."

"You seem quite unphased too." Yeosang states with a brow raised.

Jongho answers in your stead. "She's buzzing with caffeine, nothing can affect her."

You nod proudly in agreement and point at your now empty mug. "Yeah, I had six cups of courage coffee."

Seonghwa begins to type on his laptop. "That's disturbingly unhealthy."

"Okay, Grandpa, sure."

"That's no way to address your college senior." He attempts to deliver the statement with a serious voice but you catch the corner of his lips lifting up.

Mingi leans forward gleefully, placing his chin in his palms. "Oh my god, look at you two, flirting like the old times." His eyelashes blink at you devilishly.

You hold up a palm at him like the traffic police, "Okay, Song Mingi, sure." At which he feigns a shocked expression.

Even Seonghwa appears surprised by your response.

Jongho pats on your back, you chuckle. "You go, (Y/N)!"

Hongjoong clears his throat and garners everyone’s attention, “Enough bickering. Meeting time.”

Everyone naturally falls silent at his words.

Seonghwa rubs his palms together. “Okay, alright. (Y/N) and Jongho, welcome to the Dazzling Night team. I will just go through some details, if you wish to, you can note them down.”

Seonghwa begins explaining the agenda and workings of the radio show to you and Jongho. Meanwhile, the others discuss something of their own. You decide to note down the important details.

You learn that Dazzling Night airs from Monday to Friday, every night at 10 PM. Jongho will be joining Yeosang as an announcer. Hongjoong is mostly absent due to other commitments and Seonghwa monitors the process under the guidance of Professor Lee.

You pause for a moment, looking back and forth at the two involved in the conversation. “Hold up, if Hongjoong isn’t involved every night then who will I be working under?”

Seonghwa ponders for a moment on how to answer your question, whilst Jongho avoids your gaze.

A finger taps on your shoulder. “Hi.” Mingi grins at you widely.

Your eyes widen. “You’re the audio engineer?” He nods with the grin ever present.

Hongjoong gently taps Mingi’s cheeks with his pen. “You will be but he attends the dance club in the evening so I will be guiding you through it, don’t worry.”

You fall back into your chair, feeling deflated like a balloon. “Great, that’s great.”

“Who will I be working with?” Jongho questions.

“We’ll be meeting together everyday to go through the script, rehearse and make changes.” Yeosang answers his question.

"And, we'll have follow up group meetings to join those fragments of work together." The mullet guy concludes.

Curious, you turn towards Seonghwa. “What about you?”

He too, offers you his full attention. “What about me?”

“What about him?” Mingi’s voice interjects. “Are you asking what’s his deal? He’s single.”

“I am” The male besides you answers and your jaw drops with shock altogether.

“Why would you answer his question! That’s not what I was asking! I was asking what role do you play!”

You hear Jongho snicker and shove an elbow to silence him.

“Oh.” He bites his tongue in between his teeth. “I am the team leader, I observe and finalize things.” His expression truly appears clueless or he’s extremely good at faking it.

“Um, anyway. Seonghwa will also be monitoring you for the following week. I can’t stay back so he’ll be correcting you in my stead.” The composer’s words cause you to fall back more and more, hoping the chair would come alive and suffocate you to death.

“You’re not entirely unphased.” Mingi eyebrows dance up and down.

Yeosang closes his laptop, concerned. “Seonghwa tends to be like that. Why did you like him back then?”

Mingi attempts to hold back his laughter at the question.

Yep, chair, c’mon, kill me.

Seonghwa slams his palms on the table with a gentle thud. “I am right here, I am literally right here!”

Unable to fathom what's going to happen anymore, you place a hand gently on his shoulder. “It’s okay buddy, it’s okay. Get used to it. It’s the only way.”

Seonghwa glances at your hand, trying to hold back his smile at your gesture.

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Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

A/N: What is Seonghwa doing? 🤔 (Tumblr didn't save my draft so I had to make the post twice 🙃) Also, this needs serious editing which I'll be doing tomorrow.

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when-residents-are-evil · 3 years ago

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Entry #2

A/N: Heya! Entry #2 is here ^^ I’m really excited t oget the story going but I need to keep it slow for now, which is frustrating as hell. I’m considering writing an actual fic for Samael following the journal, or maybe I’ll switch to a fic towards the end. Idk yet. Hope you’ll like it!

17th April 2018

08h12

I thought I'd start adding time stamps. Maybe it'll help keep things organized, you know?

It takes me around 20 minutes to go from my house (the one I'm 'borrowing') to the center of the village. It might be 20 minutes too much if I have a problem one day. But it's the best I'll find for now.

17th April 2018

My arm is taking it's sweet ass time to heal. I'm also getting short on Lei, so I should either find a way to get more or hunt my own food. I need to keep some for when I'm out of here and on my way home. I'll make an exception for medical stuff (and food for now, at least until I get my hands on a fishing rod or something).

I don't know how to fish, though. Or hunt. Or what toxic plants grow around here.

How did I even survive a week?

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08h37

The Duke isn't there yet, so I'm trying to get info; chat up the villagers and all.

Problem #1: people here don't like me and aren't talkative.

Problem #2: I'm socially incompetent.

These two things really don't mix well. I’m not a people person, and my lack of social skills is embarrassing.

Example numero uno: I legit asked a baker "So, you like bread, huh?"

He gave me a weird look (as you do) and I ran away before I could melt with shame. I hate myself. I'm a fucking clown. No wonder they're not found of outsiders, what the fuck was I thinking. My entire bloodline, back to my prehistoric ancestors, is most likely cringing right now.

At least my mom didn't see me.

Alright, enough socializing for today.

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09h12

Apparently the Duke opens up at 09h in the morning. He's still setting up his shop, so I'll give him a moment before going to him.

This man has a lot in store. I have no idea how he gets all this stuff, and I'm tempted to ask him to let me go with him next time he goes out of town. I don't want to sound innapropriate, though. And, as nice as he is, I have a feeling he wouldn't do such a huge favor without asking for something in return (let's be honest, I can't blame him). I don't know what he would ask me for, and I doubt I'd be able to grant it.

Let's try it out on my own first. I'll ask him for help if I'm desperate.

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10h03

So, I took my time with the Duke today. He refused to say more about the four doors and why I can't cross them, but I guess I should go into a little more details about them?

Okay. The Duke's shop is somewhat in the center of the village. There are five big paths, four which are blocked by huge wooden doors. The only one that doesn't have a door is the one to the village. There's an atlar at the crossroad between the paths. They all have a detailed crest on them. One of the paths lead to the castle towering over the village. I'm almost sure that the castle itslef is as big as the village. I think there's a way to access it from the church (thing the Duke told me would be dumb as all hell). The second path seems to lead into the forest, a little higher up the mountain. I can see a river from here, and I think there's a house all the way up, but I can't really see it. The third path leads straight down to a submerged part of the village. No idea who would want to live in the most inhospitable part of this dumpster, but okay. The last door seems to lead to a large road cut by the river, up a hill. I can see smoke from here, and according to the Duke, it's a factory of some sort.

He still won't tell me about the people owning these pieces of land, but I'm sure at least one of the villagers will tell me something. I don't even need details yet, I just want generic informations.

Oh, and I got a fishing rod and a hunting knife.

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16h22

Finally! I met someone willing to talk!

Her name is Louisa. Or is it Luiza? I don't know how to spell it, I'll ask her later.

She's a middle aged woman, and when I asked her if she could tell me litterally anything about this place, she invited me for lunch. She's a sweetheart.

The whole 'pray for Mother Miranda's good graces' bit was uncomfortable to say the least, but she's nice, generous and welcoming, so I'm not going to complain. I think I should write the prayer down, just in case.

She helped me identify the crests on the doors. Apparently, four Lords live here and rule over the region. They're all dangerous, feared, and never show up. They all answer to Mother Miranda. So, not trustworthy. I'll give them each an entry. Luiza didn't want to tell me too much about them, and she looked really uncomfortable with my questions, so I didn't push it. I only have their names and house crests, but I'll figure out the rest later. I should also make an entry for Mother Miranda. Always nice to record infos about a cult leader.

She told me the monsters never set foot inside the village, because Miranda keeps them away. Not so sure about that last part, ma'am, but okay. And to be honest, I don't think everyone is a believer because I've seen big metal doors clolsed with chains more than I've seen birds here. And there are a lot of birds. So that says a lot.

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18h10

I almost arrived too late. But the night isn't completely settled yet, so I'm good. I'll go back to the doors tomorrow to draw the crests on the Lords' entries.

People here have electricity and guns, but no running water? Who's in charge of the logistic here?

In any case, I hope the gash on my arm won't get infected because I don't have antibiotics with me. And I'm almost out of disinfectant. At least I didn't have to redo the stitches. I should ask the Duke if he can find me some meds, just in case. Anyway, I'll start the entries, and tomorrow, I'll add their crests. Also, I need to update the bestiary.

#resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil oc #resident evil fic #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #salvador moreau #donna beneviento #the duke #entry number 2 is here!!!#i'm currently writting the third one uwu #also posted a few other 'information' entries #it's the beginning of the story so there aren't actually any infos yet lol

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