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wttcsms · 1 year ago

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WAIT DON'T CLOSE IT YET!!!!! the 'love story told in untraditional format' prompt and DABI??? mm.

would like to meet, touya todoroki ;

pairing touya 'dabi' todoroki x f!reader word count 1.9k synopsis the dregs of society run rampant on hinge, and everyone knows you're not going to meet The One on there. but you know the saying... love does come when you least expect it. alternatively: catching feelings through the hinge dms. content contains one reference to jumping off a building, some sexual jokes author's notes OK not necessarily a love story, but there are feelings in involved, i swear. this is supposed to be fun & silly!!!!

You nearly throw your phone across the room. Download Hinge, your friends encouraged you. It’ll be fun!

You frown at Shigaraki’s ever-so-eloquent opening line of I’d blow yo back out. Yeah, you can see why this app was designed to be deleted. The fucking dregs of society are crawling all over this thing. Just one nice, well-adjusted individual. That’s all you’re asking for!

Apparently, any decent guy is either taken or not on Hinge. You debate throwing in the towel and just meeting someone organically, like, out in public, exactly as the good lord intended, but right before you do, your phone vibrates.

New Notification!

Hinge | Dabi liked your image!

Hinge | Dabi sent you a chat!

It’s a Friday night, and you know for a fact that there is not a single sane man on this app, especially at this hour. Considering the fact that you’re sitting in bed right now, about to rewatch Pride & Prejudice for the sixth time this week, what else do you have to lose? Dignity? You open the app.

Apr 22 10: 24 PM

Dabi: You’re hot, what’s wrong with you

You: ??

Dabi: You’re too hot to be single and on here. What’s your deal

You: you’re on here too? 🤨

Dabi: Would you say I’m too hot to the point where it’s suspicious I’m on here

You: i’m not here to give you an ego boost

Dabi: Then what’s the point of being on here

You: so you just get on here for free compliments?

Dabi: Maybe I have premium. Maybe I pay for these compliments

You: yeah, you look like the type to pay for hinge premium ngl

Dabi: Bye I’m going to talk to girls that are easier to manipulate

You: please do 🙏

Apr 23 1:21 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me

Apr 23 3:15 PM

You: so much

Apr 23 4:47 PM

Dabi: How much

Apr 23 6:01 PM

You: i was going to jump off a bridge if u didn’t text me

Apr 23 8:01 PM

Dabi: Damn that’s crazy

Dabi: How I don’t care

Apr 23 10:15 PM

You: don’t you have anyone else to bother

Dabi: I want to bother you though

You: you probably scared off every girl you’ve ever come in contact with

Dabi: True

Dabi: Except for you because you’re stupid

You: you pay for hinge premium, there’s an idiot in this conversation but it’s def not me

Dabi: I was joking

Dabi: I don’t have money like that

You: i can tell

You: you probably take girls out for coffee as a first date, and then make them venmo u their half of the bill

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I make her pay the full amount

You: i’m not surprised

Dabi: That was a joke too

Dabi: I never take girls out

You: thank God

You: you’d probably be every girl’s worst date story

Dabi: Want to test that theory out

You: no thanks, i don’t feel like being content material for some crime podcast

Dabi: Smart girl

Apr 24 12:13 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: at the police station, filing a restraining order on you

Dabi: Damn

Dabi: You want to be the one to put me in cuffs

You: the officer here actually has pink cuffs, i know some guys find that emasculating but you seem like you wouldn’t mind

Dabi: I love pink actually

Dabi: I’m so down

You: i think you’re my dream guy

You: more like my sleep paralysis demon, but same difference

Dabi: Aw you think of me when you sleep

Dabi: You’re that obsessed already

You: stfu

Dabi: Don’t feel bad

Dabi: I’m a munch fr

Dabi: I need u

You: what you need is to be put on some medication

Dabi: Yeah you’re my medication

You: you need to be psychologically evaluated

You: r u a social experiment

Dabi: Stop flirting with me

You: you’re so childish

Dabi: Am I bothering you

Dabi: Do I elicit strong emotions

You: you don’t look like someone who knows the word elicit

Dabi: I’m in grad school

You: wow

You: this is the first time you’ve left me genuinely speechless

Apr 24 3:55 PM

Dabi: Yo when’s ur bday

Dabi: Do you have any siblings

You: are u gonna ask for my mother’s maiden name too

Dabi: Yeah actually

Dabi: Give me your ssn while you’re at it

You: ur a creep, ur lucky ur cute

Dabi: Wow, you can’t have deep convos with anyone any more without being accused of trying to get answers to their security questions

You: tell me something abt you first

Dabi: My dad sucks

You: yeah you look like you would have daddy issues

Dabi: Lmao

Dabi: I’m being fr though

You: yeah, a lot of dads do suck. what abt the rest of ur family?

Dabi: I haven’t seen them in years

You: oh

You: do they suck too?

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I moved out as soon as I could

You: your dad was that bad?

Dabi: The worst

You: are you trying to get pity pussy rn???? don’t tug on my heartstrings if it’s all just a lie

Dabi: Damn wtf

Dabi: But also depends. Do u wanna give me some pity pussy rn

You: bye i thought we were actually having a serious moment

Dabi: I wasn’t lying. Swear

Dabi: Now tell me something too

You: im an attention seeker. that’s why im on here

Apr 25 1:56 PM

Dabi: Did u miss me not giving u attention

Apr 25 3:56 PM

You: sorry, i was having really crazy sex waiting for u to come back

Dabi: Fire

Dabi: You deserve it

Dabi: Me next?

You: only if you promise to tell me u love me before the post nut clarity hits

Dabi: I love manipulating women during sex

Dabi: Anything for u

You: you say that but someone else is in my dms telling me that i can be his housewife and raise our kids and never work a day in my life again so pls top that offer

Dabi: DAMN

Dabi: I bet he’s boring

You: he’s not boring, we’re actually getting married and gonna have a big family

Dabi: Well clearly the fact that ur talking about him to me shows that u aren’t interested in him

You: i’m telling u abt him so u have something to aspire to

Dabi: Damn you should date him then

You: that’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said

Apr 26 7:00 AM

Dabi: I hate you

Dabi: Wyd today

You: pls mind ur own business

Dabi: Smd

Dabi: Tell me or I block you

Apr 26 8:19 AM

Dabi: U suck

You: and swallow

Dabi: No you don’t

Dabi: You probably spit it out

Apr 27 9:34 AM

You: true but in my defense, you look like you would produce something that tastes like toxic waste

Dabi: Were u deadass ignoring me

You: don’t be so needy, dabi. it’s not a good look

Dabi: Sorry that was a moment weakness

Dabi: So what now

Dabi: Is this when u give me ur insta

You: i don’t have any social media

Dabi: Nah you’re a catfish

You: maybe

Apr 27 1:34 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: you’re a true wyd warrior, do u realize that

You: i’m currently getting my back blown out by a dude who posted his headshot as one of his hinge pics. i am not even faking my moans.

Dabi: Stfu 😂

Dabi: Do u even know what sex is

Dabi: Name one position

You: easy, missionary

Dabi: Well you’re on your phone so obviously the sex you’re having isn’t that good

You: im just a good multitasker

Dabi: tell me if ur shit is grippy

You: hold on, let me ask him

Dabi: Whats his name

Dabi: Whats he saying

You: don’t worry abt his name

You: he told me im gripping him so tight, it’s like i’m trying to take his blood pressure rn

Dabi: LMAO

Dabi: That means ur not attracted to him

You: wow, a guy who knows that tight doesn’t equal aroused, i’m genuinely impressed w you

You: and for the record, i would never actually fuck a guy who posts a professional headshot as one of his pics on hinge

Dabi: Oh now you tell me

Dabi: Guess I have to cancel the appointment I just made to get a headshot done

Apr 28 6:20 AM

Dabi: Im leaving Okinawa to go back to work. I’m sad, cheer me up

You: just commit a crime so they won’t let you leave

You: also i think maybe u need a psych eval or smth bc why are u still talking to me 🤨

Dabi: Nah tbh you’re the most interesting person on here

Dabi: I’m gonna go to tokyo and commit a crime on u

You: yea, u not being in my guts rn should be a crime

Dabi: Chill my dick isn’t big enough for that 😂

You: i want you to seek professional help

Dabi: I want u to seek these nuts in ur mouth

You: when should i ghost you

Dabi: Whenever u want bae you can ghost me anytime

Apr 28 7:26 AM

Dabi: REPLY

You: u literally told me i could ghost u anytime WHAT IS UR DEAL

Dabi: Damn ok well when you do at least say goodbye

You: when i do, i’m reporting ur hinge account in the hopes that u get banned and have to resort to meeting women irl

You: i’m actually reporting ur account rn

Dabi: Good idea

Dabi: I’ll report u too

Dabi: Before you get banned from hinge, can I have your number

You: no

You: i don’t give my number out to random ass strangers online

You: and ‘dabi’ is a weird name to have saved in my contacts

Dabi: Touya

Dabi: That’s my real name

You: oh

You: who the hell uses a fake name on a dating app??? 😭

Dabi: Stranger danger is real

Dabi: If I take you out on a date will you give me your number

You: a REAL date???

Dabi: Yeah I’m actually a gentleman in case you couldn’t tell

You: i don’t know how i could’ve missed that fact.

Dabi: I’m being fr though

Dabi: Dinner reservations and everything

You: are you paying the entire bill 🤨

Dabi: Why wouldn’t I

You: hmmm

You: every sex joke i made was definitely just a joke though, pls don’t get any crazy ideas

Dabi: Obviously you were joking, I’m not an idiot

You: you’re not gonna try to hit on the first date?

Dabi: If it’ll make you more comfortable, I’ll tape a 10 ft pole to my chest so I can’t get anywhere near you

You: cute

Dabi: Dinner tomorrow?

You: yes, dinner tomorrow

Dabi: And if I do well, I get your number?

You: hmmm

You: i guess

Dabi: Fuck yeah

Dabi: I’m tired of texting you through hinge

You: you only get it IF you do well

Dabi: I’m gonna rock your shit

Dabi: Romantically

You: sure you will

Apr 30 12:01 AM

Are you sure you want to delete the Hinge app?

Yes | No

You selected Yes! Reason for deletion?

[ ] No new matches

[ ] App is difficult to work with

[ ] Found another app to use

[ X ] I met someone

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #one shot #drabble #fluff #imagine

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coloredsolos · 2 years ago

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hi :) i’d love situations #6 + fluff with jean please. love your writing!

MIRACLE ON 104th STREET

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

prompt: watching christmas movies

content: jeanboy surprises you for christmas, MODERN AU, not proofread

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took so long! the new semester started and since I’m a senior in college it’s gonna be a little crazy!! also, i'm sorry I kind of broke off from the prompt! find the list of prompts here

“Alone? For Christmas?” Jean asked you, his eyes wide as he did so.

You shrugged. It’s not like you had chosen to be alone this holiday season, but with your father working all break, you figured you might as well stay in your small apartment. Besides, your roommate, Annie, would be visiting her father, so you would have the place to yourself.

“I don’t see the problem,” you admitted, the walk to Jean’s car seeming longer than ever. Despite your protesting, Jean was driving you home from the 4pm history class the two of you shared. Damn this winter weather.

“W-what?! You don’t see the-! You can’t be alone for Christmas!” Jean practically cried out, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation.

The now exhausting conversation had started when Jean had begun telling you about his own Christmas plans. Mentioning how he would most likely go visit Sasha’s family again with Connie. It was their tradition, he would tell you. However, when asking about your plans, he did not like the answer he received.

“Jean it’s really ok. Annie will be out of town anyways. It’ll be nice not having to share the living quarters. Besides I’d much rather be alone at my place than sitting there at my dad’s. So can we please drop it?”

Jean sighed, but reluctantly nodded his head.

There was a chill in the air on Christmas eve. The snow that fell having no problem sticking to the ground, layering on top of one another until it was several inches thick. You had been bundled under a plethora of blankets while the heat in your apartment worked overtime. Jean has let all of your friends know about your Christmas plans, or lack there of, and now you were starting to regret declining Eren and Mikasa’s offer to come home with them. Especially since Carla made a mean Christmas dinner, or so you heard. The plate of place and bake Christmas cookies sat in front of you.

They weren’t very good.

You only prayed that the copious amounts of sugar would knock you into a sugar coma that would last until the next day. Most places were closed, and probably would stay that way even a few days after Christmas due to the snow storm that was taking place outside. That being said, the lack of groceries at your place was starting to leave you feeling massively underprepared. Grocery shopping was not your forte.

While debating if you wanted to pay the delivery fee in your favorite Chinese restaurant, your phone lit up from its place on your coffee table.

Jean: u awake?

You: do I ever sleep?

Jean: true

Jean: wyd

You: freezing to death

You: how’s Sasha’s?

You: did Connie sing the whole car ride there? rip to ur ears

Jean: I wouldn’t know, didn’t go

You were surprised to say the least. Why wouldn’t he go to Sasha’s? It was tradition wasn't it?

Jean: coming over rn

Jean: damn there’s a shit ton of snow

You knew there was no bother trying to stop the man from coming over. He was stubborn. Always had been. Instead your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, unsure of what to say next.

Jean: do u want me to bring over groceries? connie bought way too much shit before he left fr

You: yes pls ur a lifesaver

You: been eating christmas cookies all night

You: also, please drive safe. I mean it. i’d be pissed at you if you died

Jean: <3

Deciding not to text the man while he was driving, you settled on making the living quarters look a little less like a tornado had ran through it, picking up and putting away any dirty dishes from earlier in the day.

Before too long, Jean was there. His arms draped with grocery bags, he wasn’t kidding when he said Connie may have gone a little crazy. However, you were more focused on how he looked. Jean had been dressed in what looked like a black turtleneck with a gray overcoat keeping him warm. How he always looked straight out of a fashion magazine amazed you. Meanwhile, you were wearing a pair of black sweats with mismatched cat socks on. And yes, they did have little ears on them.

“Well are you gonna leave me in the hallway all night?” he joked, the smile evident on his face.

Your face flushed as you realized you had zoned out.

“Y-yeah, come in.” You stepped out of his way, ushering him inside.

Jean immediately headed to your kitchen to put the groceries he had brought away. His familiarity with your apartment bringing a smile to your face. Jean shrugged off his overcoat, his muscles straining against the turtleneck that had been underneath. You couldn’t help but stare. It was no secret that your friend was a very attractive man. Not to mention he had the personality to match. His suave attitude, yet gentlemanly charm gaining the attention of many women whenever your friend group had their weekly outings.

“Helloooooo?” Jean waved his hand in front of you, bending slightly so he could meet your eyes. Snapping back to the present, you apologized quickly.

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you’ve eaten? I can make something for us if you’d like.” Jean offered .

You nodded shyly, embarrassed you had been caught daydreaming again. “I’d like that…”

Jean grinned, pushed up his sleeves and clapped. “Alrighty then!”

The two of you now sat on the maroon sectional located in the middle of your living room, your empty plates resting on the coffee table.

“I just don’t understand how they forgot their kid at home!” You cried out, your legs tucked under yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

Jean let out a boisterous laugh, the sound music to your ears. “It’s just a movie! The whole point of Home Alone is being… ya know… home alone.”

You giggled, the harsh air providing the goosebumps on your arm a permanent residency. You shivered slightly despite the mountain of blankets you had been hoarding.

“Come here.” Jean spoke softly.

“Huh?”

“You’re cold.” He stated. “Just come here.”

Too cold to argue, you scooted over closer to Jean. His arm that had been resting on the back of the couch pulled you closer to him. You immediately felt relief, his body radiating enough heat for the both of you. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your mouth, nuzzling closer to the man without thinking. The tips of Jean’s ears turned a rosy shade of pink as you fell deeper into the man’s chest.

You let the continuous stream of Christmas movies play lowly on the television. Neither you or Jean wanting to get up to find the remote and change it. Eventually, Jean felt your breath fall steady, the gentle sound of soft snores slipping from you as you slept soundly.

Without thinking, Jean shifted slowly, positioning himself in a more comfortable position, careful not to wake you as he did so. Finally comfortable Jean was able to follow suit, slipping into a warm, comfortable sleep. The soft sound of Christmas movies continued to play in the background for the rest of the night, counting down the hours until you and Jean would wake up and celebrate the holiday together. The first of many holidays together. And truthfully? Jean didn’t mind this being his new tradition.

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tenseoyong · 4 years ago

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Man I was just rereading (if that's even a word) your a to z dom series for NCT and can someone please tell me why does it have such less number of likes? You have an ocean of content so when I was new to your blog I thought all of it won't be epic or upto the mark. But boy you did prove me so fucking wrong. Like bruh you have dom series, daddy series and another one too(shit man I forgot the name😭) and every single one of it is top fucking notch. CHEF'S KISS. The drabbles too are unrivalled. And the other day this stupid bitch anon had the gall to say you are making them wait around. Like have they not gone through your content? Does anyone think Lizz doesn't do a good job here? Bitch I'll fight you. And even if I put this whole NCT thing aside I just love your reblogs and everything. I'm gonna start Alice in borderland and you are the inspiration tho✌😌. I learnt something here and there about bisexuality too.

im glad people still read and enjoy them lmao they took soooo long to do but i couldn’t stop mid-group or i’d die 😭 idk tho i imagine it’s just which member you pick, bc the most ‘stanned’ members always do well but the others just….heh

you’re too sweet fr fr 😭😭 i rlly feel like ive written a whole ass novel at this point just for shits and giggles and sometimes it feels ridiculous but when i see years old prompts still getting traction and sweet anons like you, make it all worth it 🥺🥺

#AND WATCH AIB #DO IT #answered;#anonymous;

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leotssukinaga · 5 years ago

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Paper Hearts

Shirabu Kenjirou x Reader

Anon requested: 🔢 number 50 for one of your faves? Prompt #50: Paper hearts. Word Count: 1593 A/N: I’ve been deliberating on who to write this for for a week and this morning while writing my Shirabu hcs inspiration finally struck. Writing this fr brought me out of a bpd spiral, too. His power. Thank you for the request, nonnie! I hope you enjoy it! (theres a good chance Semi is ooc I did absolutely no research on him. pulled his characterisation outta my ass n said ‘thats good enough!’ *shrug*.)

Another paper heart flutters to the floor. You don't notice this one. Kenjirou does, though. He notices everything about you, including the fact that for the last week you've been struggling to pay attention in class, too busy staring at the tiny, heart-shaped scraps of coloured paper. He wonders who's giving them to you. He wishes it had been him. Some of them have notes scribbled on them, some are blank. You seem particularly fond of certain ones, he notices as they get more crumpled over the course of the week. There's at least 15 different ones, he's counted. He's been struggling to pay attention in class too. It's not the hearts that distract him. It's you. It's the wistful smile on your face as you stare at them, the way you rub your thumb over the words. He hates that you're thinking of someone else like that, rather than him. On the way out of the classroom, he picks up the one you didn't notice. Reading it turns out to be a mistake. He doesn't know why he keeps it.

Another week passes, and more hearts appear in front of you. He's sick of seeing them, sick of knowing your affections belong to someone else. Do you even know his name? Probably not and that just pisses him off even more. He's having to force himself to focus on things now, because all he thinks about is you and those stupid hearts. It probably doesn't help that the one he picked up is still on his desk. Why does he still have it? Why did he pick it up at all?

On the third week, he walks into class to see a paper heart on his desk. He'd have assumed you dropped it, but it's very deliberately placed. He reads it as he sits down. All it says is "Hi." but it makes his heart flutter. It shouldn't. There no proof you even gave it to him. Plenty of people give out paper hearts. There's another the next day, but this one is blank. Did the sender simply get too shy to write a note? He slips it in the front of his notebook nonetheless, and he finds his gaze on the back of your head more than usual that day.

It continues like this for a while; he'll come into class every day to a new heart. Some days he has more than one, some days he'd come back from lunch to another. All are blank except for the first, and you've still never glanced his way. By now, he's all but convinced they aren't from you. He keeps them, anyway. "Hey, what's up with you?" "Pardon?" He stares at Semi expectantly. "You're off your game recently." "It doesn’t matter." "We all know you're an overachiever, but you've been shit at volleyball these past few weeks and you don't seem to care. Which means somethings up, and I care about my teammates. So what's your problem?" "Its nothing." He turns to stalk away, scowling as usual, but Semi grabs the back of his shirt. "What's their name?" "What? It's not-! I don't want to talk about it, please let go." "I'm not letting go until you spill." "I hate that you assumed I was hung up over someone." "Was I right?" ".... Damn." "I've seen my fair share of love-struck idiots, Shirabu. Tell me what's wrong." "I don't know. It's confusing. I- I don't like the way they make me feel." "Like your heart wants you to run a marathon but you've got legs made of lead and your lungs are filling with water?" "That's- that's exactly it, yeah." "You've got it bad. Did you tell them?" Kenjirou scoffs. "Please, I doubt they even know my name. But that's not even the issue. They've been getting these little heart-shaped pieces of paper recently- which is really fucking distracting-" "Language." "Sorry. It's so distracting watching them fiddle with them in class when I'm right there and they've never even looked at me. And if that wasn't enough, 2 weeks ago I started getting them. And I know it's just a coincidence but-" "What if it's not?" Semi interrupts. "I'm sorry?" "Hear me out. What if they haven't been receiving them, but they've been making them for you all this time and only just worked up the courage to give them to you?" "I don't- that's probably not it." "Do the hearts say anything?" "The first one said 'hi' but none of the others have." "Did you check both sides?" “Oh."....No." "Aw, come on Shirabu, I thought you were smart." "I am! Just- I don't know how these things work!" Semi lets out a laugh at his kouhai's incredulous expression. "Go check both sides. If they're really blank, we'll find a solution. If they're not- talk to them." "Thanks, Semi." The setter nods, finally letting go of his shirt, and walks away. Had he really not thought to check both sides? God, it was like you'd taken his brain as well as his heart.

When he arrives at his dorm that evening, he pulls the small box he'd been putting the hearts in from the drawer in his desk, and begins to search them. Semi had been right, of course. He doesn't even notice he's holding his breath as he reads them. He'd stored them in the order you'd given them to him, and he starts with the second one. It's pastel blue, and you must have used a scalpel rather than scissors, because the edges are perfect. Either that, or everything you do is perfect no matter the odds. That wouldn't surprise him. "You're cute." "I mean, you probably know that but" "Sorry I ran out of room on that one" "that one too... my point is that you're cute!" "Its distracting, actually." "But- I really admire your work ethic." "And your concentration." "I don't have the best attention span." "I don't think you're reading these." "You're not, are you?" "Ouch. I'm gonna keep writing them anyway." "If you're not reading these I can tell the truth." "We've spoken twice." "I can recall every word you've ever said to me." "You're a little grumpy and mean sometimes." "But that's endearing and I hate you for it." "You probably don't even know my name." "But I know yours. Wanna know mine?" "It's L/N Y/N." "I'm L/N Y/N and I think I'm in love with you." "How stupid is that? Being in love with a boy you've met twice?" "I'm crazy, right?" "I'm so glad you don't read these." "If you ever do read them, though..." "Could you tell me how you feel about me?" "Even if you hate me. I wanna know." The last one, the one he'd received today, has a simple question written on it, completely irrelevant to all of the others. "You play volleyball, right?" He decides that’s a good jumping-off point.The next day, he gets to class 10 minutes early, and waits. He practically jumps out of his seat when you walk in, all the other people in the room completely put out of his mind. "L/N!" "Sh-Shirabu?" "Hi... I uh- I just...I wanted to tell you that I do. Uh- play volleyball, I mean." "You read them?" He's not sure whether it’s anxiety or glee that’s more prevalent in your expression, but both are certainly playing a part. "Yeah! I wasn't not reading them on purpose, I uh... I didn't think to turn them over." A giggle escapes you, sweet and melodic and he could kissed you right now, but he doesn’t. Your expression switches from amusement to concern in a heartbeat. "I said... A lot of personal things in them. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." "No! You could ne- Actually, a lot of what you said is... I've been thinking the same things." "You have?" "Yeah. D'you think maybe we could... you know..." "Date?" "Yeah, that." "You're not the best with people, are you?" "Not really." "That's okay, neither am I." A soft kiss pressed against his cheek almost has him falling apart at the seams. He is so comically in love with you. "I'd love to date you, Shirabu." "Call me Kenjirou." "As long as you call me Y/N." "Of course. Could you- Can i ask something of you?" "Name it, Kenjirou." God, that sounds so beautiful from your mouth. It’s as if you've breathed new life into the name he'd thought nothing of for years; as if you've revived it into something perfect. "Don't stop writing me notes?" Somehow, your smile is brighter than anything he's ever seen, dimming the light streaming through the window and throwing everything but you into shadow. He doesn't mind, you're all he wanted to look at anyway. "As long as you read them this time." When the two of you are distracted in class that day, it's not some colourful scraps of paper that steal your concentration. It’s the glances you give each other and the soft smiles sent back and forth.

Years down the line, he'll pull a nondescript box out of a cupboard and open it to hundred of small paper hearts. He’ll laugh at the sudden nostalgia and call you into the room, and the two of you will put aside your plans for the night to read them together, reminiscing on your high school years, more in love with every second that passes. For now, though, he's just happy to bask in the warmth of your smile. And you're just happy being his.

#my writing #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagines #hqappreciation #shirabu #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu x reader #shirabu kenjirou x reader

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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pre-elimination thoughts

hello here is a compiled list of all the asks i woke up to this morning relating to the elimination ksdjfks please enjoy

If u see it from the pov of yn like actually that the person yn said “lets vote kook off after he shared his feelings and got provoked abt it” thats gonna hurt koo so much and he probably will completely shut himself off/ maybe even ask to leave the house if sora allows that?😳 and for yall b’s to vote him off!!! I’ll never forgive yall if sora announces that he got voted off fr fr!!!

Listen I’m not trying to be hateful but what did tae give us this week in comparison to JK??? Did he give us a whole scene? did he take the time to set up the gym into an exam room? Give us a sexy doctor moment?? No. He gave us some relatively mild puppy play which is fine!! But i mean compared to everyone else’s scene?? JK needs his moment, needs US on his side! Tae will still have jimin if he gets eliminated but koo needs a moment to shine! #byetae #savejk

I just remembered the elimination is based on sex...i voted the wrong person😞

why are people kicking off hoseok what did my man do

I’m gonna day this once. Vote koo out and I’m coming for kneecaps. There is so much potential there with the Maknae line. Listen hear me out the candidate that would hurt the least is hobi I know he was gonna get booted last week but like he’s the one that is the least emotionally attached to yn ya feel?! And also I feel like this opens up opportunities for him to dick down other members…. not naming names but *cough* jimin *cough* anyways that’s my tea if Jungkook is booted this week Readers …. I’m cracking my knuckles and we’re fucking throwing hands accept there won’t be a Seokjin and Yoongi to hold me back when I push y’all on a coffee table 😤😤🥱🥱👊🏾👊🏾

jimin may of instigated the fight, but jungkook threw the first punch and to me that’s a lot worse

the way it just took me five minutes to vote 💀 and 4 minutes and 55 seconds of those 5, i was just staring at my wall contemplating

Let's try and think with the few braincells we have left fam. Hoseok scenes are the most fun to read bc he is extremely confident and also one of the most experienced in the house. DON'T VOTE HIM OUT. A lot of the others could have a great storyline just hanging out in the house and creating sexual tension and drama. HOSEOK SHINES WHEN HE'S PERFORMING AND BEING A HARD ASS CONFINDENT SEXY DOM. PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU DON'T VOTE HIM OUT JUST YET.

i swear to fucking god i y'all vote hoseok out i'm rioting

People out here fighting for who should get eliminated but I'm here cant even figure out who to vote for cause I love all of them so much,,,, BUT IF ANYONE EVEN COMES NEAR MY BABY JIMIN AND YOONGI AND KOO IM KILLING ON SIGHT -jimin slap me anon

Ngl y’all wish I could vote y/n out 😂😂😂 girl gets into a relationship on a porn show... with 2 guys she doesn’t really seem to even like that much in a romantic way. Idk I’m fine with vmin but I don’t like the poly :/ not because it’s poly just because it doesn’t make sense + it’s complicating a lot of shit. I love the story though so I’m gonna keep reading it I just don’t agree with the relationship. I don’t think she should have a relationship with any of them until the show is over

Aaah this chapter was so good but also a mess 😭 I literally don’t know who to choose, I would actually be the worst in such a situation because I hate making decisions like that! I‘m seeing all those aggressive asks you’re getting and I‘m just sitting in the corner over here instead trying to deal with emotions 🥺 I just hope they’re all going to be alright in the end!!

I sent u two asks already queen and it def shows what good of a job you've done but this time let me be selfish for a second Because these anons are pissing me OFF! I can't believe so many people are in favour of voting Taekook out bro I'm really gonna pull a Kook and fight yall in the living room like UR really gonna break their hearts like that? JKS gonna blame himself for opening up and Tae will be devastated that he cant touch MC since touch is one of his love languages! Yall make Me SIQUE!

im voting tae out bc imo his scene was v plain. I get that pet play is out there n kinky but it was boring. While the hopekook scene with y/n was explosive it felt like tae having jimin there for his scene was a cop out. n then they did their dumb poly thing which should honestly be against the rules. WHAT SNAKES! also ngl but i feel like jimins been such a b to hopekook all the time FOR WHAT! im voting out tae for this week n jimin after. VMIN CAN GO FUCK EACH OTHER IN THE BUNKS FOR ALL OF TIME

Please please please don’t throw JK under the bus, if he gets eliminated his mental state is going to crumble even more than it already did, poor baby boy doesn’t deserve to get eliminated specially if we vote solely on the sex, because this man really went all out with his prompt, he was so diligent with staying in character and all, AND come on y’all did you not read the part in which he was being taken out crying while saying how sorry he was for the mess? We can’t break his heart even more

#kickjk2020 vminy/n for the win ‼️😼

Okay I’m sorry for yelling in my last ask BUT I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t relate to the way jk reacted bc I’d definitely feel the same as him that, doesn’t make the actions he took right but I mean have y’all really never felt that upset and alone before? You’re up against a wall with no where to go dude. Ofc you’re gonna lash out. His prompt was AMAZING he put in so much effort and it was SPICEY. And he felt so apologetic after the fight. He needs more time please:(((( #SaveJungkook

Ok but what i think some of us don’t get is that the elimination vote is from Y/N’s perspective, right? So how in the world will that go down? After all this, her voting Jk off. So, what i’m saying is #saveSora and #savejk

that chapter was so emotionally exhausting 😓 you’re such a great writer but it breaks my heart nonetheless. I guess that’s all I have to say about the chapter. but as far as voting, my choices are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. cause one I want to vote out based off of sex, and the other strictly based on emotion. uugh I can’t decide (even though I know you want it based on sex). my final statement I’ll campaign for is PLEASE don’t vote out jin or joon 🥺 #savejin&joon

I see ask about voting my man Jimin or sweet baby boy jk and even sweet taetae out while I'm here wondering if we can veto yn out 😔 i get her pov but damn im really pissed that she just gets "plant mode on" in situations like this

I’m so sorry for my baby but Tae is the one who has to go, c’mon everyone he is the safest option! He will still have Jimin and he can still have fun with the rest of the gentlemen, and you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t enjoy just watching and/ or punishing y/n when she decides that she can’t keep her hands to herself, HE WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO ENJOY BEING ON THE SHOW WITHOUT THE SEX WITH Y/N BECAUSE WE’VE SEEN HIM ENJOY SEXY TIMES WITH THE OTHER GENTLEMEN! HE CAN STILL BE HAPPY IF HE GOES

If koo gets voted off I'm actually going to c r y just-

if y’all vote my baby koo out i will personally hunt you down and crack your spine like a fucking glowstick xx

PEOPLE DONT VOTE KOOK OFF. HE LET OFF SOME STEAM NOW ALL WE NEED IS FOR HIM TO APOLOGIZE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT 😭

PLEASE DONT HURT KOO IM LEAVE THE BABY ALONE OKAY???:(((((((

#SAVEYOONGI WE GOT THE TINIEST CRUMB OF HIS FEELINGS ON THE COUCH WITH Y/N THE NIGHT OF THE THREESOME AND I WANT THOSE FEELINGS TO FLOURISH 👁️👁️

i’m sorry but if we’re voting by who did they prompt the worst you have got to choose seokjin. i feel so bad for him because the thing ab his feelings just came out but the most interesting scene he’s had up until now was the threesome with yoongi. if i could, everyone would keep participating but in this moment, seokjins the obvious choice to me

luckily it wasn’t as many as i thought but still fsdjfkjks phew yall are passionate ;;-;

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rumbelleshowdown · 5 years ago

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Author: Overpraised Lasagna

Prompt: Aphrodisiac; room full of chests

Group: A

A/N: This is a continuation of my Round One fic, The Book's the Thing

The Legend of the Dark One’s Dagger

“You wanted to see me?”

Weaver looked up at the police officer peering in at him from his office door. “Yes, come in.”

Rogers entered the room, his nerves on full display despite his best effort to hide them.

“Get rid of that uniform. We have work to do,” Weaver growled.

“What?”

The look of pure confusion on Rogers’ face put Weaver at his ease for the first time that morning. He hadn’t been himself since the previous afternoon when he’d met Belle French, or rather, when his murder investigation had intensified.

“You’ve been promoted to detective,” Weaver informed him. “At my request.”

“I, uh, I don’t know what to say.” Rogers stood shell-shocked by the news. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. This job’s about to take us into some very dark places… Now let’s get moving.”

Rogers hesitated before replying. “I was just on my way to the Pirate Cove Amusement Park. They were vandalized overnight.”

Weaver rolled his eyes. “Well, unless there are occult books involved, I don’t want you wasting a lot of time there. Get that squared away and get back here. I have an appointment with Miss French this morning to review photos of the usual suspects. I expect to see you by the time I’m done.” He felt the heat rising up his neck when he mentioned Belle by name.

“Yes, sir.” Rogers replied without moving. “The librarian?”

“Yes, the librarian,” Weaver answered curtly without looking up.

As Rogers started to leave after what seemed an eternity, he suddenly stopped. “Is that a new shirt you’re wearing?”

Weaver glared at him. “Is there a point to your question, detective?”

“Uh, no… just an observation.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly.

“Then go use those observational skills of yours to solve a case.”

“Yes, sir,” Rogers replied and left without further ado.

Weaver sighed. It was pointless to be irked by the very skillset that made Rogers such excellent detective material. So what if he was wearing a new shirt? It was practically a replica of every other white shirt that he owned. He’d purchased it over a year ago and it had been sitting unused in his closet. It’s not as if he’d been influenced by the thought of seeing the lovely librarian again today or by the fact that he’d fallen asleep to visions of her and awakened this morning to the same.

The memory of the morning jolted him back to reality. He almost blushed at the state in which he’d found his mind and body. Desires that he’d successfully subverted for years had resurfaced. He’d been convinced that the tea he’d shared with Miss French the previous afternoon had acted as an aphrodisiac on him. There was no other explanation for the desires that had overwhelmed him and the urgency with which he’d had to attend to them. Just thinking back on the pleasure he’d felt at his release made his body twitch with desire again.

Weaver pushed back from his desk and rose abruptly. He needed to concentrate on the case right now and nothing else. Once the librarian had reviewed the photos, he would have no reason to see her again and that was for the best.

He put on his leather jacket, grabbed the mugshot photo albums and headed out the door.

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Weaver cleared his throat as he approached Belle French’s office.

“Detective Weaver! Good morning!” He turned to his side to find the librarian waving to him from the acquisition room.

“Good morning, Miss French,” he said, relieved that the sight of her was not triggering his body to react in any unwelcome ways. In fact, the warmth that seemed to engulf him was more of a balm than a stimulant.

“I just finished taking inventory and I have something to show you.” She beckoned him toward her with a smile that seemed to exert an unmistakable pull on him.

Weaver shook his head to clear it. Obviously the pull was his impatience to see what she had uncovered. This could be the very evidence he needed to crack the case.

“Were you able to identify any missing books?” he asked.

“Unfortunately not. Everything is accounted for…” She bit down on her lower lip and looked at him with a hint of shyness in her eyes. “But I did find something that might be connected to your case.”

Weaver was immediately interested. “As I mentioned yesterday, sometimes the least obvious detail can be the most helpful.”

“Oh, I remembered,” Belle replied. “That’s why I thought this might be important.”

The detective noted the slight blush that had risen to her cheeks reminding him of just how attracted he was to this beautiful woman. He smiled to encourage her to continue while attempting to squash his attraction.

“There was one book that I recognized immediately because I’d read it many years ago. It ends with a mystery and a poem that I wanted to read again, but when I turned to the last page of the book, it was missing. Someone had torn it out.” She looked at him to gauge his reaction.

Weaver’s senses were on high alert. “This could be a mere coincidence, but in my experience that’s quite unlikely. May I see the book?”

Belle appeared pleased with herself as she retrieved the volume and handed it to him.

“The Legend of the Dark One’s Dagger,” Weaver read aloud before raising his eyes to hers. “Do you have an interest in the Dark Arts, Miss French?” Every one of his instincts told him she wasn’t a suspect, but he had to consider everything to do his job thoroughly.

“Not if you’re referring to practicing something that’s truly evil! But I do like myths and magic and legends and fairy tales. The book is about the legend of the dagger that controls the Dark One, a being who’s cursed with extremely powerful dark magic. It’s just a legend of course, but the story is so real that it gives you pause.”

“Do you have any recollection of what was written on the last page?” He knew the question was a long shot.

“I do. The book is about the various people who were the Dark Ones over the centuries, but the book ends after mentioning the last Dark One. He was supposedly a very poor spinner who took on the curse to save his young teenage son from the certain death that would come from fighting in the Ogre Wars.”

Belle giggled when she saw the incredulous expression on Detective Weaver’s face. “Yes, I know this is all far-fetched.”

Weaver laughed at her observation.

“But, anyway,” Belle continued, “the last page contained a poem about the whereabouts of the dagger.”

Weaver was once again on high alert. There was no doubt in his mind that the thieves were looking for this dagger. God only knew why. “You wouldn’t remember anything about the poem, would you?”

“I remember every word of it. I wrote it out for you.” Belle gave him a sheet of blue paper with the words to the poem written in beautiful script.

Once again he read aloud:

Deep within a room of chests

the dagger can be found

To she who holds it in her hand

the Dark One shall be bound

A cold draft passed through him, making his whole body shudder.

“H-How did you remember this?” he asked in an attempt to shake the unsettling feeling that had gripped him.

“The poem was a mystery beckoning to be solved. Something about it fascinated me and I read it over and over again. I always wondered if the dagger itself really existed even if there was no Dark One. There’s always some grain of truth to these legends.”

As he’d expected, her voice and words soothed his nerves. He attributed the chill that had gripped him to the realization that his case was even darker than he’d anticipated. The thieves most certainly believed that the dagger existed and they wanted it enough to commit a murder to find it.

“Thank you, Miss French. I can’t tell you how helpful this is. Would you allow me to take the book with me as evidence or do I have to sign up for a library card and check it out?” He grinned at her even as he admonished himself for his pathetic attempt at flirting.

Belle beamed. “Well, I can allow you to take it, but I’d much prefer it if you’d sign up for a card. There are many other good books in the library that may be of interest to you. I’d be happy to recommend some.”

Weaver’s heart stuttered when she chewed on her lower lip again. Was she flirting with him?

A harsh buzzing sound shattered the mood. It took Weaver several seconds to realize that it was his phone. He fished it out of his pocket.

“Excuse me, Miss French, I have to take this call.” He held the phone to his ear and turned the other way. “What is it, Rogers?”

“I’m going to be delayed. The vandals destroyed all of the treasure chests in the hull of the pirate ship at the amusement park and it looks like the same gang also vandalized all of the caskets in the showroom at the Sunset Funeral Home.”

Weaver’s heart almost stopped beating. These weren’t vandals; they were murderers looking for the dagger in rooms full of chests - just as it stated in the poem.

“Don’t move until I get there!” Weaver barked. “Both incidents are related to our case.”

“They are?” Rogers sounded as confused as he’d looked earlier that day.

“Yes, I’ll fill you in when I see you.” With that he hung up and turned back to the librarian.

“I’m afraid I have to leave, Miss French. There are new developments in my case that need my immediate attention.”

“Oh, I understand, detective. I’m just sorry we didn’t get a chance to fulfill our deal. Maybe we can share a cup of tea and I can tell you my story another time?” Her eyes pleaded with him.

“Of course. I was looking forward to it,” he admitted to both her and himself. “I can come by tomorrow at the same time.”

“That would be perfect! And you can sign up for a library card while you’re here and I can review the suspect photos.” She rewarded him with a smile that was like a beacon of light amidst all of this darkness.

His heart, which was already beating rapidly from the break in his case, seemed to threaten to burst from his chest. He thanked her again for her help and abruptly took his leave.

He drove recklessly to the amusement park, anxious to try to tie these events together. But even in his urgency to get to the scene of the crime and gather new clues, he couldn’t stop thinking about Belle French. There was no doubt that the woman had bewitched him - and she’d done it all without the aid of magic or a spell or a crazy dark curse.

#rumbelle showdown 2020 #Round Two entry #author: Overpraised Lasagna #rumbelle fic #woven beauty fic

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freddie-mercurial · 5 years ago

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Thank you so, so much to everyone who took part in Maycury Week, whether you were a creator or a consumer or just reblogged the post to help get the word around! I’m honestly blown away by the number of new fics that were posted for these two and I can’t thank everyone enough for working so hard to post content! There are 58 fics in the Maycury Week tag on AO3! As well as some posts on tumblr!

So, as promised, here is the round-up post of Maycury Week! Please mind the tags and warnings on each of these fics as I’m only copying the summaries!

Fraternity by LydianNode

After a tough day watching the others record "Back Chat," Brian goes to a bar and nurses a beer or six.

Having a normal job might not be so terrible, Brian thought as he signaled for the waiter to bring him another beer. People in normal jobs led safe, ordinary lives. They didn't get close enough to their co-workers to consider them brothers, didn't long for their approval, weren't willing to fight and die for them.

People in normal jobs didn't get stabbed in the back by harsh words gleefully sung to a catchy disco tune.

she's a killer queen by tartymoriarty

Brian finds himself somewhat distracted during the filming of I Want To Break Free. Freddie can't blame him.

(Don't Send Me To) The Path Of Nevermore by annieapple24

Using the prompt "it’s roger’s wedding and freddie’s had a little too much to drink. he gets very emotional during his speech and brian takes him outside to help him calm down a little" for Maycury week!

Here He Comes Now [Maycury Week] by LunaSoul

My contributions for Maycury Week.

he's my champion by Jenfly

A few pieces for the Maycury/Frian week.

Breakthru by jessahmewren

Wearing lingerie has always helped boost Brian's mood, but it's a secret he's kept hidden from Freddie, until now.

One Day by NightOfTheLand

A sleepy morning in bed and confessions are made.

A Truth by LydianNode

Freddie watches Roger's and Brian's segment of "Good Rockin' Tonight" and learns a truth.

"I know WHY we're doing it!" The irritable tone in Brian's voice gave way on a crack as he continued. "I just...I can't do what you do, sit there and blithely lie about the band, about Freddie being so sick."

"I'm not BLITHE. It's fucking hard work."

"And I'm saying I don't think I can do it. You covered up, but what if I make a mistake, say the wrong thing?" A brittle laugh filled the microphone. "We're in a world where the wrong thing to say is the truth and the right one's a lie."

"So don't tell a lie," Roger advised. "And don't tell the truth. Just tell *A* truth. Not about what's happening, but how you feel."

Brian snorted. "*A* truth."

Harmony in my Head (love in my heart) by sammyspreadyourwings

Every soulmate group has a shared language in their head. Brian's happens to be music, it should be easy enough to find them. He just hopes his first meeting goes smoothly.

something borrowed, something blue by rory_the_dragon

Written for the prompt: it’s roger’s wedding and freddie’s had a little too much to drink. he gets very emotional during his speech and brian takes him outside to help him calm down a little.

(Day one of Maycury Week)

lucky, lucky me by keepurselfalive

Brian held out his hands, opening them so Freddie could see the tiny clover – fours leaves and everything – that he was hoarding.

sometimes things fall apart by TimeTurnedFragile

It wasn't anger in Freddie's voice, wasn't anything that easy. Anger Brian's used to; he knows when to push past it and when to leave it alone, mostly. This isn't anger, this is something scarier, something like not being in love.

in all but name by salazarsslytherin

"I’m going to marry you one day.”

Freddie laughs into his mouth. “That’s not even legal.”

“Just wait,” Brian promises.

fingers by e_is_better_than_a

Freddie's fingers ache and Roger wants him to meet his friend.

flowers on his arm by disco__deaky

brian may has been waiting to meet his flower drawing soulmate his whole life.

(maycury week 2019; soulmate au!!)

from all this gloom life can start anew by epherians

Freddie and Brian find comfort through the song “Dear Friends.” Based on a future scene for No Weaknesses.

Written for Day 1 of Maycury Week 2019.

you have (stolen) my heart by patchworkangel

I'd marry you, he'd think, and make you this happy forever.

A silly daydream, really.

we may whisper once more (it's you I adore) by tartymoriarty

There was an awful time in the middle of it all when Brian thought they might not recover from the tension and the arguments and the ugly words thrown out in anger, but they did. Against the odds, the band scraped out alive, and his and Freddie’s relationship with it.

After everything, Brian wants to do something nice for Freddie.

Falling Into You by jessahmewren

Brian's first day of Uni starts with a few hitches, until he meets an enigmatic young man with a slight overbite.

Slow the Tempo (back to basics) by sammyspreadyourwings

1986 brings a lot of challenges to Queen, both professionally and personally. Freddie and Brian's relationship is one of them.

the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by rory_the_dragon

Brian might be starting to get into some trouble here.

(Part III in the College AU Series)

Posted for Day Two of Maycury Week

oh honey, i'll do anything for you by obscuriaal

Freddie's been trying to get Brian's attention for months; he tries something new.

love like fools by salazarsslytherin

“He was wearing his sex shirt,” he says numbly.

“...His what?”

“You know!” Freddie says. He waves his hand out toward the door Brian’s just disappeared through. “His fucking sex shirt! He always wears that shirt when it’s the night. He’s going to have sex with her, Roger!”

Roger snorts. “Brian does not have a sex shirt,” he says.

Freddie is jealous. Brian, it turns out, is also jealous.

wanna know that body like it's mine by keepurselfalive

"I don't want to rush you or anything, darling,” he said breathlessly, shifting his hips in a slow roll against Brian's dick, "but I have been waiting a really long time for you to fuck me."

soul brother by e_is_better_than_a

freddie has a surprise for a really sad brian.

down on my knees (i want to take you there) by TimeTurnedFragile

The problem--Freddie has determined--with being in love with The Most Beautiful Boy on the Planet, is that it's hard to just buy him a beer or something pedestrian like that, but Freddie can't really afford much else.

floating around in ecstasy by disco__deaky

Brian and Freddie experience a bunch of firsts.

I've Got a Surprise For You by BohemianBeth

A Four Magical Misfits one-shot for Maycury week. 5 times Brian comforted Freddie and one time Freddie comforted Brian.

give me your mind baby give me your body by tartymoriarty

“I tell you what,” Brian says, phrasing it like a spontaneous suggestion even though Freddie knows he has absolutely been planning this for the last three days. “You do something for me, and once you’ve done that, I’ll take the plug out and I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

if we loved again (i swear i'd love you right) by salazarsslytherin

“Roger,” Brian snaps. “Tell me what’s wrong. Is Freddie okay?”

“He’s lost a lot of memories,” Roger says bluntly. “About five years or so, we think. Maybe six? He doesn’t know Queen split up. He doesn’t know about Deaky. He thinks…”

Brian doesn’t need him to finish. Five years ago, he’d been more happy than he could fathom. They’d been on top of the world, dominating in the charts, jetting off around the world to play to thousands of adoring fans and falling into bed together each night, so giddy and in love Brian had never dreamed anything might ruin it.

love you a little, love you a latte by rory_the_dragon

Brian is running late when he sees the sign that’s going to ruin the rest of his already shitty day.

(Written for Day Three of Maycury Week: Coffee Shop AU)

stop making me laugh! by disco__deaky

maycury week day 3;

freddie and brian have some fun .

My Soul's Lover by yasmamamercury (TwistOfLily)

The boys are just finishing up the Hot Space album and things have been tense. Brian's convinced that his boys have fallen out of love with him, until Freddie sets the record straight with a well-planned surprise.

The Song They Created by LydianNode

Freddie and Brian have a moment backstage before their Live Aid duet. (Prompt for Day 3 of Maycury Week.)

"It's nice, this. Just a few minutes for the two of us." Freddie turned his warm eyes up to catch Brian's gaze. "We don't do it enough."

Not since Munich, Brian didn't say, but he must have stiffened a little because Freddie reached up to tangle his fingers in Brian's hair.

Ode to Joy (a Queen Cover) by sammyspreadyourwings

Brian and Freddie have a silly moment during sex

a fat bottomed surprise by e_is_better_than_a

Freddie arranges a little surprise for their tour.

i ride off alone (help me hold on to you) by keepurselfalive

He wondered when they had started fighting like adults instead of bickering like kids.

I love You 'cause you're sweet (and I love You 'cause you're naughty) by BambiRex

This is my contribution to the Maycury week. I went with the costumes/roleplay prompt.

you got a face that begs for love by tartymoriarty

Brian glances at Freddie again. Freddie’s mouth is still downturned, his eyes are still sad, and that simply will not do.

Photograph by jessahmewren

Brian is a soon-to-be single parent who meets a charming photographer who helps him discover his true worth.

For the Man that Has Everything by lover_of_blue_roses

What to buy the man that has everything? Why, the wrong thing of course.

where you are wanted by keepurselfalive

Freddie shows up at Brian's new house the day after he moves in.

so take a chance with me by rory_the_dragon

Brian and Freddie share a moment during Freddie's 39th Birthday Party.

(Written for Maycury Week: Day Four)

gift giving by e_is_better_than_a

Brian doesn't know what to get a man that has everything.

Eternity (I give to you) by sammyspreadyourwings

Brian May struggles to figure out what he can give Freddie for his birthday.

You Make It Easier by WritingSiren

Brian's been in the hospital for three weeks now, and he's convinced himself that he just may go crazy if he stays here any longer. But there's one thing he always looks forward to ever since he's been here. -- Written for Maycury Week: day 5

Prompt: "brian's in hospital slowly recovering from hepatitis; freddie visiting him every day is the only thing keeping him sane."

there's no place for us by tartymoriarty

There’s something delicate about this one. He’s short, a lot smaller than Brian, and slender with it too, all slim wrists and sharp cheekbones. When he tips his head back and smiles up at Brian, a dimple winking in his cheek, he keeps his mouth closed.

Brian would quite like to see that mouth open around Brian’s name, but that isn’t what he came to the club for. He came to feed and the club is as good a hunting ground as any.

Round the new moon's shine by Tikini

The neck shrugged again. “I have no interest in women. And I have no interest in seeing anyone drown. The men however…” He eyed Brian intensely and licked his lips. “I just can’t have enough of the men.”

“But your song doesn’t work on men.” Brian pointed out.

“No I know.” The neck sighed sadly. “It’s a real dilemma.”

tell my love to wreck it all by salazarsslytherin

“I want to talk to you, anyway,” Brian says quietly. “When you’re done. I’ve been thinking about what you said before I left.”

Brian finally returns home from his trip to Tenerife and goes to Liverpool to bring Freddie home.

slow hands by rory_the_dragon

Brian has privately made his own plans not to leave his bed for love nor money.

And why would he, when he’s got a deliciously warm Freddie Mercury curled up in front of him, asleep, softly snoring, just begging for a day in bed.

(Written for Day Four of Maycury Week)

Midnight in the Meadow by jessahmewren

A young scientist has an unexpected meeting with an unusual vampire and becomes immediately intrigued.

sleepy stars by e_is_better_than_a

Brian has to drag Freddie away from his cauldron after hours of trying to make his potion right.

the light of the night burned bright by tartymoriarty

“They, ah.” Brian pauses and clears his throat, stepping aside to let Freddie in properly. “They mixed up the room details, I think.”

Freddie looks past him. The lamps aren’t on so all he’s got to see by is the light from the corridor beyond; it takes him a moment to register what Brian means. Their bags have been brought ahead, left at the foot of the bed. The bed, singular.

Ah.

An (Almost) Missed Connection by WritingSiren

Freddie Bulsara has been closely following a band called Smile ever since they started. He's developed a crush on the guitarist, Brian, and he's pretty sure he likes him too. If only he could work up the courage to talk to him... -- Written for Maycury Week: day 7

Prompt: "brian's in a band called smile trying to make things work between music and his degree when his bandmate tim introduces them to his friend, freddie. the rest is history."

don't you hear me calling you? by tartymoriarty

In all the worlds in all the universes that ever existed or will exist, there is a Brian, and there is a Freddie.

rest and relaxation by e_is_better_than_a

After recording their first album, Brian and Freddie are ready to enjoy time alone.

we inhale, exhale, and reset by starrydrowse

He’s in his own bed— finally— after endless months of cramped tour bus bunks and fancy hotel rooms that, while nice (and unquestionably better than the shoddy Holiday Inns they’d stayed in during their early years) always leave a bit of a sour taste in Brian’s mouth.

He’s finally home and he has nowhere at all to be— no plans, no commitments— nothing even remotely important to think about except for Freddie, warm and wrapped in his arms, clinging to him, breathing softly as he sleeps.

Or, Brian and Freddie spend a morning taking things slow.

(in)finite by fortyfive_rpm (2davidbeckham3)

Poem set during Brian and Freddie's Live Aid performance of "Is This the World We Created?"

Feel Your Heartbeat by CommonSenseisPaineful

'-it shouldn’t be frightening, he tried to rationalise. He was just shopping. For lingerie. For lingerie that would fit him- oh god this was a bit too much to handle.' ~ For Frian/Maycury week; Brian is curious, Freddie is flirty, and dressing rooms are much more private to everyone's delight.

A Misunderstandment by Blackbean

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore." Freddie felt his heart break.

The More I'm Trying by CommonSenseisPaineful

'And if I say I love you in the candle light there's no-one but myself to blame' ~ 'First time' for maycury week. Freddie's realising a lot of firsts.

Soft Kisses by NightOfTheLand

Freddie might have gone a little overboard with setting the scene. He ran his sweaty palms down the front of his shirt as he looked around the room. Would Brian even like the candles? The soft sound of Hendrix from the record player in the corner?

~~ Or Freddie and Brian enjoy an evening together

The Wicked Never Sleep by wordwhisper

'God, your voice.’, Brian breathes and Freddie immediately recoils so sharply that he almost hits the opposite wall.

‘My what?’

or the Early- Queen Era 70s (sort of) AU in which Freddie’s a modern-day Siren, Trident is run by Apollo and nothing is as it seems. (inspired by lots of conversations and this post)

Album 12 Track 6 by CommonSenseisPaineful

"I want to stay like this forever"- maycury/frian week. ~ Brian and Freddie write a tune, at the dawn of night.

Levitate by disco__deaky

Brian and Freddie share some love for eachother and their boys.

Maycury week day 5.

Coffee, Cigarettes, and Morning Sex by Anonymous

"Come on, don't tell me you want coffee more than a blowjob right now?"

aka Brian really wants morning sex, but Freddie's got a few addictions that are getting in the way of that happening.

TUMBLR POSTS (that aren’t already on AO3):

gifset by hammer-to-fall

post from incorrectborhapquotes

fic by stayinqpower - it’s freddie’s birthday and brian doesn’t know what to get for the man who has everything

Tell Him - fic by thosequeenboys

fic by dusty-drabbles - stop making me laugh

I think that’s everything but if I’ve missed anything, please please let me know! I promise I have not left anything out deliberately so if you posted something and it’s not in here, it’s just my mistake and I’ve missed it! Let me know and I’ll add it in :)

Again a massive, massive thank you to everyone who got involved, I cannot thank you enough!

#maycury week #maycury #frian #freddie mercury #brian may #queen #god i hope all these links work #it took me ages to go through and make this post omg #i'm so sad it's over :(((

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realbugmom · 5 years ago

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Dialogue prompts, from chaotic to cursed

Alternatively called Shit My Classmates Say or “maybe it’s time to find some new friends”

1. “Why’s wheely over there throwing gang signs at me?” “That’s sign language.”

2. “Hey could you maybe not vandalize the decorations? Thanks.”

3. “You have been banned from my server, blocked and reported.”

4. “At least my mom thinks I’m cool.”

5. “Who are all the fucking gummy vitamins again?!”

6. “Those are bold words for somebody in stabbing range.”

7. “I’d kill you for a Klondike bar.”

8. “Unblock me you coward.”

9. “Who wants to start a gang?”

10. “Mom he/she’s doing that thing again!”

11. “Honey, I love you, but that is not a stray dog/cat.”

12. “I think I’d rather hit my ankle repeatedly with a razor scooter.”

13. “For the last time, Shrek is not a real religion!”

14. “Can’t man, my mom says no.”

15. “Can you babysit my 23 year old for me?”

16. “Tell me again how you got kicked out of your own baptism?”

17. “I’ve got the eggs and vinegar. Let’s party.”

18. “You know I can’t say no to free glow sticks.”

19. “You can’t just lick things to claim them as your own!”

20. “Sir/ma’am, I’m going to ask you one more time to please leave the ball pit.”

21. “See those 4 cars? A drunkard would see 8!” “But there’s only 2.”

22. “That sounds a bit morally ambiguous, and very dangerous. I’m in.”

23. “Would you be interested in buying a gently used inflatable doll?”

24. “Why’d you do that?” “I wanted to see what would happen.”

25. “I thought you said this was a church group?!”

26. “What’d you get?” “69.” “Nice.”

27. “I’ve taken a liking to biting the hands of my relatives whenever they pinch my cheeks to assert my dominance.”

28. “I’m going to punch you in the liver so hard you’ll shit yourself.”

29. “If I’m ever a brain dead vegetable, please unplug me.”

30. “Now I’m not saying I tricked them into making mustard gas, but...”

31. “Get in loser, we’re gonna go commit identity theft.”

32. “Please don’t hurt me I work at Walgreens.”

33. “Boy we sure showed them! Did you see how uncomfortable they got when I started crying?”

34. “They’re dead now. No it’s okay, I didn’t like them that much anyway.”

35. “Those are killer dance moves, my fr-oh god you’re having a seizure.”

36. “I’m just trying to get away from the three ring shit show called my life.”

37. “I’ve been teaching my parakeet a few new words. Wanna hear what he’s learned?”

38. “Thank god you’re back! Please don’t ask how I got stuck in this position, just help me out.”

39. “Are you mad at me?” “Yes! Very much so!” “Good.”

40. “What we really need an exorcist and a concerning amount of holy water.”

41. “Your money or your life.” “Bold of you to assume I have either.”

42. “Dude. You look like shit.”

43. “How the hell do you even sleep at night?!” “Usually in fetal position, sometimes while hugging a pillow.”

44. “I have an idea.” “Is it a good one?” “I said I have an idea.”

45. “Fucking hell.” “Language.” “Fucking heck.”

46. “He/she is the poster child for children on leashes.”

47. “No words can describe just how badly I’d like to hit you with a chair.”

48. “Do a backflip!”

49. “Stop acting like such a dick, we all know you’re a pussy.”

50. “You’re literally in a hospital bed, and you’re asking if I’M okay?!”

51. “In about five seconds I’m gonna make the Holocaust look like a fucking joke.”

52. “I left my knife in the wrong pants.”

53. “Sometimes self care is screaming really loudly in a car by yourself, far away from your family.”

54. “What she/he needs is a cup of cyanide and a firm punch in the throat.”

55. “All the bleeding is internal. That’s where the blood is SUPPOSED to be.”

56. “I’m here physically but mentally? I’ve checked out.”

57. “I want to go home, and take a very long nap until I forget how to wake up.”

58. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding in the neighbor’s playhouse to do your sick deeds!”

59. “I am not above putting myself into a coma.”

60. “Mom they’re krumping on the roof again!”

61. “I had a midlife crisis at 16.”

62. “That was our only way home!”

63. “I am going to die, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, surrounded by idiots.”

64. “My talents include falling asleep in weird uncomfortable spaces.”

65. “The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother.”

66. “You can’t fire me! I quit!”

67. “It’s like numerous tiny paper cuts on my finger webbing.”

68. “You are a very sad, strange little man and you have my pity.”

69. “That is absolutely repulsive, and I love it.”

70. “Somehow managed to get drunken sailor stuck in my head on loop.”

71. “Sleep an hour last night.” “Why?” “Got arrested.”

72. “I will face god and walk backwards into hell.”

73. “Do I look like the kind of man who dies.”

74. “As American as apple pie and mass murder.”

75. “You’re the best bad influence ever.”

76. “You are the tightest tightass who ever tightened up an ass.”

77. “I bet I could fight this alligator.”

78. “Great. Who invited the trash gremlin?”

79. “You’re my least favorite child.” “I’m your only child!”

80. “And you just say there and RECORDED it?!...I wanna see.”

81. “At least a jackass pulls their own weight, jackwagon!”

82. “Hold my beer.”

83. “Now, on the list of things that are not okay, that was really, not okay.”

84. “Who needs a real doctor anyway?”

85. “Fuck off you spooky midget.”

86. “Thou art a smelly pirate hooker.”

87. “Wow that quote was really deep. Who said it?” “Spongebob.”

88. “Is it real or fake?!” “Yes.”

89. “Fucking superb you funky little lesbian.”

90. “Thank you for coming to my TED talk.”

#reupload cause i spent a year on this monstrosity #and got two notes last time #feel free to add more

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 5 years ago

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Unforseen Chasm (part 31)

Part 31 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2516 Warnings: arguing angst what can I say! *shrugs* Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when I started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As soon as Tony parked in the garage, the two of you sat there a moment. You were waiting on him to get out, so you didn’t startle him and make him think you were running off.

“Tell me what’s going on with Shannon,” he quietly ordered as he stared down at his lap.

At first, you wanted to tell him to go talk to her himself, simply because you felt they needed to communicate more. But you thought best to not fuck up this chance.

“During our fight, she absorbed some of my dark energy. I don’t know how much you know about me, or what she told you from my letters of my time on Asgard, but I didn’t have this dark energy when I was on Asgard. Being on Asgard makes me strong, and it also rejuvenates a power I was born with. I was born with the ability to charge objects or absorb energy.”

He remained quiet, listening.

“That’s the natural, good power I have. Like Thor can control thunder and lightning, Loki can conjure, conceal, cast illusions. That’s my power… But when I was held captive, a man named Thanos possessed a mind stone. It’s what was in Loki’s scepter. That’s how we got Barton, and Selvig and all the others to do our bidding. Thanos used it on us. He mainly used it on Loki… But when he did use it on me… I started to develop these dark powers… at the time I had no idea how parasitic they were until I was locked up in the cell. I could tell something felt off in me. Like I had a virus.”

A moment of quiet fell over the car.

“But, anyway… Shannon. She absorbed some of that power and now… well now negative or highly intense emotional strain drains on her. She’s got too many mutations and powers and they’re feeding off her. I think my dark energy and the power she got from that empath kid at the X-Men’s place combined to make a tricky combo.”

“So… she can’t handle stress or it wears her down?” he summed up.

You bobbed your head side to side. “Pretty much. I have certain triggers for my dark powers… her triggers are emotional strain, that’s all we really know.”

After a long time, Tony finally said an emphatic, “Thank you.” Then he got out of the car, came over to your door, and opened it.

You got out and walked by his side to the elevator. You didn’t want to worry him by standing behind him. The two of you got in the elevator and neither of you said a word more to each other. The doors opened, he grabbed your upper arm again, and hauled you out into a wide, concrete hallway. It was short. You two approached giant doors and they slid open.

Behind the doors lied your glass cell, sitting up a few feet from the floor, like a stage… like a circus animal were inside. Still holding onto you, he directed you towards the door on the left side of the cell.

Loki had looked up from his place on the couch and paled. He quickly got to his feet, throwing the book in his hands down. He had no words for the sight in front of him.

The retinal scanner scanned Tony and granted him access. Your cell doors opened with the light “swoosh”, and he escorted you inside.

“Don’t leave the cell,” he said, and it sounded more like a tired plea than anything else. With that, he turned and left. The cell doors slide shut behind him and he walked out of the room.

Loki peered at you, concerned. “Are you alright? Did he find you at the mansion?” he asked as he slowly made his way over to you.

You nodded.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head.

“Love, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me. Why didn’t Shannon bring you back, or the blue teleporter?”

As much as you wanted to answer him, you couldn’t. So instead you began sobbing and immediately he wrapped his arms around you, soothing you. “Darling, what’s the matter?” he asked again.

“Shannon… she’s too sick to bring me back. I asked Tony to do it.”

“He wasn’t… angry?” he wondered, pushing you away slightly to look at you.

“Oh, no he was pissed. Beyond pissed. Livid… But… I thought I could get on his good side if I came quietly,” you informed through tears.

“And? Did it help?”

You shook your head. “Loki… we were up for parole…”

His eyes went wide with astonishment. “We were?”

You nodded. “But… because I left… I fucked it up. Tony isn’t letting us go anymore. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…” Another wave of sobs rocked out of you.

“It’s alright, darling,” he assured in a low, hushed voice, pulling you close to him once more. “You had no way of knowing they were even considering us for it.”

Steve and Shannon had gotten to the tower first. Steve noticed how exhausted she looked on the drive back that when they got into the garage. He got out of the car and picked her up so that she wouldn’t tire herself any more than she already was.

“Steve, I’m fine. You don't have to carry me, I can walk,” she said sounding tired and looking just as much.

“Doll, you can barely keep your eyes open, I'm taking you back to your room so you can sleep,” he said about to press the button for the level for her and Tony’s bedroom.

“No! I don’t want to go there… I’d like to go back to my old floor and spend some time with Lucky only,” she said leaning into his super warmth. “You’re so warm Steve, it feels good,” she said sleepily.

He chuckled. “I’m glad I’m good for more than being a friend.” While he was carrying her with one arm, he texted Bruce with the other, hoping to get him to come check on her by the time he made it to her floor .

>> Bruce, can you bring Lucky down to Shannon’s floor? She wants to spend the rest of her day with him

<< sure thing, why isn’t she in her shared floor?

>> tony found out about Y/N being out of the cell

>> could you bring some things to check on her? she’s still looking rather sick.

<<I’ll get the things ready. see you in a bit.

They got to her floor just as Bruce was getting off the other elevator with some equipment and Lucky was right behind him. Upon seeing her in Steve’s arms though, it seemed Lucky had come to the realization that she wasn’t okay and immediately ran into her old room and got on the bed ready to be her rock and make her feel at ease.

“Thanks for meeting me, Bruce. I’m worried with everything that happened a few moments ago her health is really low,” Steve said as he laid her down and put the covers over her.

“She’s looking pretty pale but let me connect her to a heart monitor and a few other things and we’ll see what's going on. Maybe you should have Nat make her some tea and something to eat?” he suggested to the super soldier. “I’ll let you know if something is wrong. For now we should let her rest,” Bruce said while connecting the last of the equipment to her. “JARVIS, send me any alerts of her vitals drop any lower than they already are, also make sure no one is to bother her,” Bruce had said to the Al hoping that this would help her regain her strength.

She had her eyes closed but could still hear everything. “JARVIS, lock the doors when they leave please. I don’t want anyone to come in besides these two and Nat,” she requested. Her voice was very low but the Al was able to hear it all.

“Of course, Ms. Shannon. Dr. Banner, I’ll be sure to alert you of any sudden changes,” he replied to her request and Banner’s as well.

By the time that Tony and you had made it back to the tower there had been little change in her health. Although there were no more dips in the charts, they also weren’t at their normal point, which had the others worrying.

Tony walked into the common area and Nat was the first to catch a glimpse of him.

“Finally back I see. Took you long enough,” she said with anger laced in her words.

“Not now, Romanoff. Have you seen Shannon?” he asked passing his hands through his hair. “I need to talk to her.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to her? What about when you went to the mansion and wouldn’t hear a thing she said?” she scoffed. “I’m not tell you anything, Stark. For a genius you sure are an idiot.” She shook her head, walking away.

He huffed and headed to their shared room hoping to find her there and talk things through. Lately, it felt like there’d been a lack of communication between the two of them and it started to put a strain in the relationship. He loved her with every part of his soul but he couldn’t believe all of the things that she’d been doing behind his back.

He reached the door hoping to hear her making noise but when he didn’t hear anything at all he assumed she was asleep and entered quietly. Turning around from closing the door he was met by an empty room. “JARVIS, where’s Shannon?” was all he asked the Al.

“She is in her old bedroom with Lucky.”

“Thank you. I’ll be down to see her.” He went to his closet and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.

“Sir, she has requested that only Dr. Banner, Captain Rogers, and Ms. Romanoff be allowed to enter the room.”

“Well I’m still going down there…” sounding a little hurt that she didn’t want him to go in the room

“Dr. Banner has also requested she be left alone to rest. Her vitals seem to be low and have not had any positive changes shown,” the Al responded

“Just open the door for me when I get there… please. I need to talk to her and apologize for not giving her a chance to explain things.”

“Sir, I would suggest against trying to enter. She’s said that if anyone else is allowed in she would personally remove my chip from the system and replace it with FRIDAY.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t,” was all he said and made his way to the elevator.

Shannon had fallen asleep after being in her old room for some time and had talked with Lucky, even though he couldn’t reply, she felt a huge relief getting everything off her chest. They were both currently cuddled up watching some of her favorite movies. She was very slowly regaining her energy but her strength still seemed to be weak.

“Ms. Shannon, Mr. Stark is on his way down here to speak with you, I’ve advised him not to but he insists on coming down here. Shall I electrify the doorknob?” Jarvis asked her.

“No, Jarvis, don’t do that. Just don’t let him enter my room through either door,” she replied hoping that Tony would get the hint and leave her alone. As hurt as she made him, she was equally hurt that he wouldn’t even stop to hear the explanation she wanted to give him.

“Alright, Miss.”

“Hey, honey, can I come in so we can talk?”

“Go away, Tony. I don’t want to talk, not after the way you treated my words as if they were a bunch of lies.”

He slumped his shoulders. “I know I messed up. Please open the door so we can talk about this…”

“What’s there to discuss? You didn’t want to hear what I had to say back at the mansion so why should I believe that you wanna hear what I have to say now?”

Leaning his head on the door, Tony replied, “Listen, I know I’m an idiot for not letting you speak and that I let my anger get to me but seeing you in that bed, pale and seeing her right next to you just pissed me off. I thought she had done something to you and I hadn’t been there to stop her again.”

“Oh, Tony you know that she’d never hurt me…”

“That’s the thing! I don’t know if she will or if she won’t. I haven’t seen her in so long that the person I met when she came back was a stranger,” he admitted wishing that your words would stop repeating in his head about him still loving you and missing his old friend. It was true but he’d never admit to it. “Baby, please let me in. I hate that we’re like this. When did things go wrong?” he asked through the door.

“We’ve both been so busy with our own things that we barely got any time to ourselves,” she replied while looking down at her hands. “JARVIS, let him into the room please.”

Tony’s head was leaning against the door and his hand on the doorknob, hoping to be let in, when he heard the faint click of the lock he knew he’d gotten the chance to enter the room. He saw that she still looked tired and was still pale and he felt guilty knowing that his anger had been the cause that triggered her to be like this. He made his way to the bed but Lucky stopped him from going further, baring his teeth as to protect her from him. His heart broke a little more seeing that their dog wouldn’t let him anywhere close to her.

“I’m sorry, Shannon. I never meant to hurt you like I did and I didn’t want you to get worse.” He couldn’t meet her eyes, fearing that he’d see pain or sadness. “I just want what’s best for you and I keep forgetting that you’re a strong woman who can make her own choices.” He looked up with sincerity in his eyes.

“I love that you want to protect me, but I’m not a child anymore. I’m a skilled assassin working with the Avengers.” She looked at him. “Some things will always be out of your reach and this situation is one of them.”

Things had taken a turn for the worse as they had ended up arguing the rest of the time, Bruce had to rush down and stabilize her. Tony was rushed out of the room but once everything was cleared he was allowed back in. Both of them settled to not discuss anything further and had spent the night in each other’s arms and with Lucky sleeping at their feet, that night would be one of the best night’s sleep that either of them have had in a long time.

Unforseen Chasm Tag list- @reigningqueenofwords @oldfreakything @weclassygirl @adefectivedetective @dontbetooobvious

Tag list- @cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you @winchester-writes @winchesterenthusiast @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @sammysbuttcheek @misz-adrii @sandlee44 @womanxofletters @natsuccs @childishhoebinoo @expecteddifferent @girl-next-door-writes @fanaticfanfiction @dakotapaigelove @sassy-spn-knight-of-hell

#unforeseen chasm #unforseen chasm #tony x ofc #tony stark #tony stark x ofc #tony stark fic #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fic #steve rogers #bruce banner #JARVIS #mentions of clint barton #natasha romanoff

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entrenous88 · 7 years ago

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Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Tagged by @acommonanomaly and also by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels -- thank you both!

Oh man, I had this freeze-up moment when thought, “But did I post five fics this past year?” Good news: I DID! Also, you can really see when I began taking my fiction class and started focusing almost entirely on my original writing, whoops. jsyk, I have been continuing to write fic, but wrapping up/polishing/posting hasn’t been happening lately.

ANYWAY, ON TO THE LIST. I actually really like all of the stories that I put up on AO3, but for the sake of the meme, consider this ordering indicative of how pleased I am with them (#1 being tops, etc.):

1. Doubt You More (Pinto, Star Trek RPF, Explicit), 25,462 words.

Maybe Zach has got Chris over a barrel where Chris's debt is concerned. But sooner or later, Zach will have to see that he can't make Chris do every little thing that he wants. The second story in the Fiction Romance series, featuring mob boss Zach and stressed-out high-achieving undergrad and reluctant rent boy Chris.

Mafia AU/Rent Boy AU! This is the second story in my Fiction Romance series. Doubt You More really let me tease out the dynamic between Chris and Zach and get further into Chris’s head, which is the kind of thing I love. At times I think I should have turned FR into an original novel; I’ve probably let it take up too much of my mental landscape and spent too much time tweaking references and weaving in narrative threads. But I’ve had really lovely interactions because of this story and so that part of the process has been a pleasure. Heed the warnings and tags on this one if you haven’t read it and you decide to give it a look-see.

2. Take a Bite of My Heart Tonight (McKirk, Star Trek AOS, Teen), 26,598 words.

Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy get off on the wrong foot as soon as they meet. So if Jim wants another shot with that gorgeous but grumpy veterinarian, he had better get his hands on some pets who need vet appointments, right?

Veterinarian AU! I had a great time writing this one; I really like working in a variety of pairings in a given fandom, but for a variety of reasons I don’t branch out much in Star Trek. So it was a ton of fun to explore McKirk, even if it was in an AU guise, and I so loved exploring Jim’s friendships with Gaila and Uhura. And Take a Bite of My Heart Tonight is one of those stories where I really sold myself on the pairing as I wrote the story; it’s always fun to fall in love with the whole concept of the two characters together as they’re falling for each other in the narrative.

3. Susceptible (Spirk, Star Trek AOS, Teen), 8,352 words

Spock drew himself up, clasping his hands behind his back. "Captain Kirk, permit me to state the facts. Your eyes have become glassy, you are not fully attuned to your surroundings, and, as I can attest because we recently touched hands, your palms have begun to perspire." "Yikes," Jim muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "You sure know how to make a guy feel good, Spock."

OR, Spock has a science conference to attend, Jim is a crabby patient who's apt to wander off if he's not watched like a hawk, and there's always an alien equivalent to ginger ale. With bonus head rubs and accidental feelings!

Sick fic! I can’t help it, frands; I love reading and writing sick fic, and for some reason Jim and Spock lend themselves so well to the trope in my imaginings. This story is perhaps a little extended for a fluff scenario, but what the hell -- it gave me lots of chances to write feverish and goofy Jim and helplessly devoted Spock!

4. Mix It Up (Pinto, Star Trek RPF, Mature), 5,881 words

Whenever Zach tries to focus on the good stuff and remember this is what Chris wants, he can't ignore the whisper inside his mind that tells him, it's what he wants for now.

Angst! Established Relationship in Crisis! Man, I spent a TON of time thinking about this and weaving the story together just so; I think it was fairly successful as a carefully crafted narrative, and so that part of writing the story was very positive for me. I think I got a little bit let down after posting this one though? It sort of stalled me on Pinto, even though I felt happy with the story. Maybe it was the subject matter, but I don’t think readers dug the scenario as much as I did. Or maybe my fic got a bit lost in the rush of works all shared during Pinto de Mayo -- which, having a pile of fics posted was absolutely the whole point of everyone celebrating a fandom milestone together, of course! But with a small fandom, maybe it overloaded readers and writers so that we didn’t have the energy to give all the individual works attention? Hard to say. and I don’t totally know how other writers/readers felt about it at the time. At any rate, I enjoyed creating little parallel moments and connecting images and writing a different sort of take on Zach and Chris, so it’s definitely a story I’m proud of overall.

5. Pair Up (Pinto, Star Trek RPF), Teen, 1,960 words

If Zach had spotted this version of Chris P. at the mall back home? He'd have trailed him down the concourse a couple of shops behind, trying to look absorbed in his phone and his smoothie while the whole time willing that super-hot guy to turn around and notice him once, just once.

Summer Camp AU! This was part of a spate of Pinto prompt fills, but it was the only one that was long enough to qualify as “fic” rather than ficlet, so I tossed it up on AO3. If I had a ton more time, I may have tried to spin the story out into a longer fic. For a variety of reasons it’s going to remain a stand-alone, though I’d be happy to talk headcanons about it at some point (summer camp setting + teen Pinto = my heart skipping a beat).

I’m going to tag @semperama, @rabidchild67, @elisa-pie, @pensive-refrain, @onedamnminuteadmiral, @plaidshirtjimkirk, @gracerene09, and absolutely any other fan creators who want to do this thing! Tag me if you do it so I can see!

#five favorite works meme #writing meme replies #thanks again for tagging!#I love to talk about my fics

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rosegoldcas · 7 years ago

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Could you do number 5 with Gerard and Frank?

Of course! I’m sorry it took so damn long, I’ve just been swamped with work lately.

This is actually the second story request I got with the same prompt. This actually turned out to be a pretty fun experiment of how I can make one prompt work for two completely different stories. This one was an especially fun one to write. Enjoy!

Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, Okay?”

“It’s Not Like That” -by Petekeyfromyesterday

***

Gerard settled into his spot on the couch, tucking his legs under him and settling his bowl of popcorn on his lap. He grabbed a handful of the snack and tossed a few kernels into his mouth as he turned on his tv and flipped through the channels. He rolled his eyes as page after page of reality tv shows and infomercials flickered on the screen.

“Fucking hell,” he thought, chewing at another handful of popcorn. “The one night I get alone, and there’s nothing on.”

The black-haired teenager kept on flipping through the channels, hoping something, anything interesting, would appear on the scroll. Suddenly, he was interrupted by a loud knock at his door. He looked up at the door suspiciously, wondering who could possibly be on the other side past midnight? He tallied his thoughts quickly, and came to the conclusion that whoever it was was either there to kill him or ask him to join a cult.

He tiptoed over to his door quietly and looked through the peephole. He recognized the face on the other end immediately; black hair, nose and lip rings, big brown puppy eyes: it was Frank Iero.

“He must be here to kill me,” Gerard sighed, opening up the door and looking at his friend. Frank looked up at Gerard and smiled brightly.

“Gee,” He beamed, happily.

“Hi, Frank,” Gerard greeted, casually. “What’s going on?”

“I wanted to see you.” He leaned against the doorframe, seeming a little unsteady.

“Now?” Gerard furrowed his brow confusedly. “You know what time it is, right?”

“Not really,” Frank admitted. “Can’t a guy come visit his friend without getting grilled about it?”

Gerard opened his mouth to speak, but backtracked on his plan immediately. It didn’t seem like it was worth it to argue with Frank. Especially right then.

“Can I come in?” Frank asked, surprising Gerard with his politeness.

“Of course.” Gerard opened up the door all the way and stepped to the side, allowing Frank to pass him. “My parents are away for the weekend and Mikey’s at some party right now. We could watch a movie or something if you want.”

“That sounds great.” Frank stepped through the door politely, which was a surprise to Gerard. It was as if Frank was walking into a brand new friend’s house for the very first time. It wasn’t like Frank to walk into Gerard’s house and act like he was someone who didn’t belong there.

Gerard eyed his friend suspiciously, wondering what could possibly be going on inside his head that was making him act so strange. He looked out into his neighborhood, scanning it for suspicious people. Perhaps Frank was being chased by someone? He didn’t see anyone there, but he decided not to take his chances and locked the door behind him immediately.

“You made popcorn,” Frank observed, settling into his own spot on the couch. “Sick!”

Frank didn’t technically live there, but he might as well have; every day after he got out of school and on most weekends, he was over at Gerard’s house. If Gerard hadn’t been to Frank’s house and met his mom before, he would’ve suspected that the shorter boy didn’t have a solid home to go to.

“Yeah,” Gerard replied, keeping a close eye on Frank. “You can have some if you want. I think there’s some cayenne left. Let me check.”

“Cayenne?” Frank perked up and looked over at Gerard, surprisedly. “I thought you hated spicy food.”

“I do.” Gerard spun the spice rack around, picking up the little container labeled ‘cayenne’ and grabbing an empty bowl before waking back over to his friend. “I just know you like your popcorn with cayenne. I never understood it, but hey, what do I know? Here.”

Frank took the bowl and the little plastic spice container in his hands and smiled delicately.

“I can’t believe you remembered that.” He said, pouring some of of Gerard’s popcorn into his own bowl and dusting it with a layer of the hot spice.

“What, that you like hot stuff?” Gerard chuckled. “I’ve had dinner at your house before; I know how you like your food.”

“No.” Frank grabbed some popcorn and chewed loudly. “That I like cayenne on popcorn. I must’ve told you that, what, five years ago? And you remembered.”

“Oh yeah,” Gerard recalled, with a smile. “I remember that day! You pissed me off so much!”

“Ugh, you were such a goody-goody back then,” Frank snarked, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I snuck in anything big, it was just a little thing of cayenne. Plus, was anyone really gonna check a teenage kid’s pants for contraband spices? We got off scot free!”

“I was not a goody-goody,” Gerard laughed at the story. “I snuck in candy and drinks as much as you did. I was mad because you took the bucket of popcorn that I got for us to share and dumped your cayenne all over it when you knew I didn’t like spicy food!”

“To be fair, you didn’t tell me we were gonna share it,” Frank defended, with a chuckle. “We got there so damn early! When you asked me to save your spot and left, I assumed you were getting another thing of popcorn for yourself.”

“What was it we saw again?” Gerard asked. “I remember liking the movie a lot, but all I can remember right now is how pissed I was at you.”

“Edward Scissorhands,” Frank responded, with a grin. “That was a good fucking movie, actually.”

“You cried at the end!” Gerard realized, as he remembered watching the movie. “I’d never seen you cry before! I didn’t even know what to do.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t cry too, asshole.” Frank broke eye contact with Gerard and blushed bashfully as he defended himself. “Burton’s a genius.”

Gerard laughed softly as he stared at Frank’s cute, blushing face. When the laughter died down, however, so did the happy vibe between them.

“Frank, why are you really here?” Gerard asked, sensitively. “I’m not gonna kick you out or anything, I promise. I just don’t want you to lie to me and say things are okay when they obviously aren’t.”

“Nothing,” Frank lied, gulping nervously. “I-I don’t know…”

“Frank,” Gerard spoke softly, pushing Frank’s chin up so the two of them were looking each other right in the eyes. “Tell me.”

Gerard’s face was one Frank couldn’t lie to, no matter how hard he tried. He knew this, and as he stared into his best friend’s eyes, he realized he needed to speak the truth. He both feared and loved Gerard’s ability to see right through him.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He admitted, averting his eyes from Gerard as he spoke. “I-I was laying there for hours. This little voice in my head just kept telling me that I didn’t deserve to be happy. That nobody really cared about me at all.”

“That’s awful!” Gerard exclaimed, emotionally. He would’ve leaned in and hugged Frank tightly, but he refrained; he knew Frank was too uncomfortable with hugs for that.

Frank looked back up to face Gerard, his puppy eyes pooling with sadness, and continued his story.

“The first thing I thought of was to come see you. I didn’t want you to think I was coming to you for help, I just wanted to talk to you. I knew you’d make me feel better. You always do. That was selfish of me.”

“Don’t say that-“

“No, it’s true,” Frank sighed, his sadness eating away at him. “You were enjoying your time alone and then I had to ruin it with my neediness. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that-“

“I should go.” Frank’s voice weakened as he spoke. He tried to leave, but felt Gerard’s hand tightly clutch his wrist.

“Please stay.” Gerard’s voice was also weakening as he spoke. “I’m not gonna let you go. Not like this. I-I can’t let you… what if y-you-“

He couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. Instead, he took a deep breath, steadied his voice, and looked right into Frank’s eyes dominantly.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay? You’re gonna stay here until you feel better. I don’t care how long it takes. You’re my best friend. I’m not- I’m not losing you.”

“Best friend,” Frank sniffled, a tear rolling down his cheek. “There it fucking is.”

“What?” Gerard gasped, surprised at the abrasive sarcasm in Frank’s voice. “Wh-what did I do? What’s wrong with us being best fr-”

“I love you, Gerard!” Frank shouted, a sob escaping his throat and more tears streaming down his face. “I always have! I-I always wanted to tell you, but I knew you’d tell me it wasn’t like that. ‘Not in that way, Frank.’ Go on, say it! Fucking say it!”

Gerard’s mouth hung open in shock as Frank went through the emotional moment. Silence.

“Say it, Gerard,” Frank’s voice shook as he closed his eyes and began to cry harder. “Tell me it’s not like that for you. Crush me. Give me something. I wanna know the tru-“

Without warning, Gerard leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Frank’s cheek. As he leaned back into his seat, he exhaled and smiled softly, opening his eyes to the sight of Frank’s shocked face.

“Did-did you…”

“Yeah.” Gerard laughed, the sadness in his voice slowly transitioning to happiness. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

Frank and Gerard looked into each others’ eyes for a moment, each of them silently letting the other know exactly what needed to be known. After that single moment, however, it was Frank’s turn to be the surprising one. Before Gerard knew what was happening, the shorter boy had practically pounced in him and attacked him with a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. Before the taller boy knew it, he was lying on his back on the couch, the shorter boy on top of him, kissing him as if he were making up for years of missed time. Feeling his heart beat faster, Gerard pushed Frank away from him, separating from the kiss.

“Frank, please stop.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to move too fast-“

“That’s not the problem!” He pushed Frank off of him and ran off, into the kitchen. “My mouth is fucking burning! Fuck!”

It took Frank a moment or two to realize what had happened.

“Oh my fucking god, the cayenne!” He exclaimed, placing his fingertips over his mouth shamefully. He stifled a chuckle, ashamed that he found the situation somewhat funny as well as incredibly humiliating.

“Gerard, I’m sorry,” He called, unable to stop his laughter.

“Shut up, Frank!” Gerard looked out from the kitchen door and over to Frank. He shoveled spoonfuls of yogurt into his mouth, trying to calm the burning in his mouth.

“Gerard, I’m sorry.” Frank calmed his voice and sincerely apologized. “I didn’t mean to laugh— its just that I realized something: I’m always gonna remember my first kiss as the time I accidentally burned your mouth with cayenne.”

“That was your first kiss?” Gerard grinned softly, in spite of the burning pain he felt. “That’s so cute!”

“Yeah, it was.” Frank grinned. “And it was really good up until the last bit.”

“I disagree,” Gerard chuckled. “I’d say it was pretty hot the whole time.”

Both Frank and Gerard burst into side-splitting laughter at the same time. Despise the pain and the embarrassment they had caused each other that night, the two of them couldn’t have pictured a better night.

#frerard #Frank Iero #gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #ship #prompt #Fanfic #fanfiction #high school AU

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littleshroomclan · 7 years ago

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A Hopeful Plan

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Pings!: @carnifex-rising @deadlanddisciple @murdoch-fr @clockworktophat-fr @unkorea @kattafr @avalonianrising @jadedragons @majestyrising @webwing-alpha @fusefr (Please let me know if you’d like to be pinged!!)

Warnings: teenage angst, implied lesbianism, unedited.

“This is absolute rubbish, it wasn't supposed to go like this.” Bathsheba thrashed around, pacing the area of the small swamp hut she shared with Mora, who sat criss-cross on a floor mat across from her.

“Well there's nothing we can do about it now, Baba, just calm down.” It had been three days since the king had dismissed them and allowed them to move freely through the territory. Since then, some kind members of the clan had set them up with the hutch they were in now, along with some meager furnishings, belongings, and some food.

“Besides what did you expect to do?? Waltz in and kill the king?!” Bathsheba’s annoyed silence answered her question, “Next time we're planning Grand-Patricide AND regicide, could you please clue me in??”

“Mora if I'd told you, you wouldn't have come with me.” She turned to face the younger girl, “What would I have said? ‘Hey stranger, want to come with me across the wastelands to kill the tyrant whose keeping your Aunt and Uncle captive, terrorizing a clan full of people, and who tainted my father with shade corruption?’” Bathsheba sighed, dejectedly laying on the opposite floor mat.

Mora regarded her friend carefully, but remained silent. It was very uncommon that Bathsheba showed any sign of weakness. In the short time they'd known each other, the older girl had been crass and headstrong, was easily able to assert her will, or flex her magical prowess or physical strength when necessary.

“Our family is struggling right now. My father was in constant pain, he could hardly do anything. He was always fidgeting, continuously trying to improve the runes that were keeping him alive. Sure he's alive but he's not living. He never got to meet his mother, my grandmother, your aunt, all because of Betsalel.”

Bathsheba's voice was tortured, the voice of the girl who heard the stories, and watched her family deteriorate. The voice of the girl who was strong enough to make a difference, but couldn't.

“We’ll figure something out, but for now we're stuck here.” Mora laid out on her stomach, put her hand in Baba’s, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Three soft knocks came from outside the hanging lichen door, the signal that a friendly member of the clan was at the door. Instead of coming in, they slid something under the lichen. Melancholic, one of Mora’s albino deathseekers, picked it up in her beak and hoped over. Mora skimmed over the note, which was scribbled on a flat leaf.

“Center hut at midnight. I guess someone wants to speak with us, eh Baba?”

----

Long after nightfall the pair creeped out of their hut, which was near the edge of the village set up in the swamp. It had been raining over the territory, and large holes in the remnants of the Gildergleam, the massive tree that now housed the swamp, had allowed rainfall to turn the damp soil to mud.

They passed through the other huts, eventually reaching the center of the village. The meager market stalls were shut and closed, most clan members were hidden in their own huts for the night. The stalls were mostly for show, the clan was in a crisis under Betsalel’s rule so they shared most resources with each other, or used bartering, trading services and goods for other items. Having the market stalls gave them a sense of normalcy, before the tyrannical king they were a proud and prosperous trading clan.

In the near middle of the village was a set of larger communal hutches used for activities and lounging, when clan members had time. The two ducked inside, happily greeted by bright candle light and smiling faces.

“Welcome you two, thank you for coming.” Kava stepped forward from the small crowd, giving each of the younger girls a hug. Her long white hair seemed to float in the air, and the drapey, earthy fabrics she wore made her look wispy and regal, especially compared to the children in front of her. She held the shoulders of Bathsheba, looking at her torn clothes with disdain. “We’ll make sure to get some more supplies to your hutch.”

“What’s... all this about?” Bathsheba regarded the dragons in the room carefully, being near crowds made her uneasy. In front of her were four dragons, Kava, Sucellus, and two others she didn’t recognize.

“It’s… a little difficult to explain, please, sit down and talk with us.” Sucellus motioned towards the chairs in the center of the room. Mora cautiously sat down, Bathsheba remained standing, but moved behind Mora’s seat. Kava lounged across from them next to Sucellus, who sat at the edge of his chair.

“There are obviously a few… issues in the clan right now, but let me introduce you to everyone! This is Manto, she’s a diviner.” Kava motioned to the dark women with white eyes. Her skin was nearly black, but it was flecked with silver specks that sparkled in the light, her hair was dusky blue, pin straight, and flowed all the way down her back. She motioned hello with a nod of her head and a slight smile.

“And this is Sicily, he’s-”

“Decayspawn.” Bathsheba finished for him, regarding the lanky, feminine child of Decay, who flipped his neon red hair behind him in response. “I can practically smell the Bonecastle on him.”

“I think the smell of rot and blood is quite fitting, don’t you think?” He smirked.

Adronica came in, holding her sister Crone on her hip. By the way they were acting it seemed as though Adronica was her mother, not her sister.

“Kava, the ward is up. You should have ten minutes until it’ll be noticed.” She kissed Crone on the cheek, nuzzling her.

“Sissy and I did it alllllll on our own!!” The two clapped their hands together, which sent up tiny sparks of magic.

Kava nodded, and despite the magical ward surrounding them, she lowered her voice, “Okay, we don’t have much time to explain. Clearly there’s more than a few “issues”. The clan is in ruin, we live in constant fear of Betsalel and his minions, Absinthe and Watcher are locked in with Betsalel, and only Plaguebringer knows what he’s doing to them. We need your help.”

Mora and Bathsheba shared a glance, unsure how to proceed. Mora cleared her throat, knowing her companion would not ask the right questions, “What makes you so sure that we can help?”

“While our dear Manto is lovely, she does not usually care to attend these sorts of meetings. Manto had a vision, a prophecy, and we believe that one of you is one of the children mentioned.”

“You believe? You mean you don’t know??” Bathsheba interjected, snorting in laughter, which prompted a chilling look from Manto.

“If you think predicting the future is easy then please, be my guest, you do it.” Bathsheba looked sheepish for a moment, averting her eyes, “The future is unclear, I can see you both, but with many different outcomes, it is difficult to tell who will fulfill the vision.”

“Well,” Bathsheba sneered, “I can tell you right now, it’ll be me fulfilling your ‘prophecy’.”

Mora shot her a look, as if to tell her to tone it down, “You said we would be one of the children, are there others?”

Kava nodded, “One other, and she happens to be here with us now.” Kava motioned towards Crone, who was happily playing with her sister.

“Of course, more Decayspawn.” Bathsheba mumbled. Crone turned and blew her tongue at the older girl, which Bathsheba tried to ignore.

“I know you two don’t exactly have good history, but please try and get along.” Kava stood, gliding over to Bathsheba, and taking her hands. She knew the girl had an ego, and to convince her to help, she would have to play to that.

“Please, Baba, my people are suffering, two of my dearest friends are trapped with that, that horrible man. We need your help.” Kava fixed her soft green eyes on Bathsheba, who thought for a moment, her own red and green multicolored eyes locking with the older women’s.

“Yeah alright, I’ll do what I can to help…. Ma’am.” Bathsheba broke eye contact, a faint blush settling on her cheeks. Kava clapped in joy, then pulled the girl into a hug.

“Wonderful! Just wonderful! This is spectacular news!! Now we can set things in motion!!” Bathsheba raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry,

We have a plan.”

#fr #flight rising #shroom posts #shroom lore #YES lets fuckin GO BOI

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burmecianblackmage · 7 years ago

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Post #3000

Wow. This here, this just now, is according to tumblr the 3000th post I make on this blog. Who would have thought I’d stick around this long, that I’d post this much on here? And it’s been a wild ride.

I wanna use this opportunity to mention a few people as well as some stats, and since it will get long with the mentions, I figure I’d better start with the boring part - the stats, that is. So, without further ado, here we go:

Blog Statistics

As of this post, I have as already stated 3000 entries posted onto this blog, but those aren’t the only numbers to mention here. I also have liked a whooping 4404 Favorites on here, as well as followed 460 blogs. Now, I know most of these have long since stopped being active, but since I pretty much never unfollow people, that number only kept growing. It’s hard to tell how many are actually still active - and how many of those even are interested in my muse...

But let’s leave that aside! Since this blog was established on February 4, 2014 with this post, a total of 3 years, 7 months and 21 days have passed - or 1329 days in total. Many of those days have been quite interesting, filled with intriguing plays and fun encounters, and I’ve racked up a respectable 2.2573 posts per day average - not bad for a hobby, eh? Especially considering how long some of my posts tend to get...

Anyhow, in all that time, I have been gifted with a total of 433 Followers, some of which enriching my life greatly, and it will be them that I shall adress under the cut. I’ve also somehow pilled up a whooping 273 Drafts saved, but don’t be alarmed: None of those are plays I’m involved in. In fact, it’s almost entirely memes and prompts and whatnot that I stored for later use, and quite frankly, I’d do well to clean them out a bit soon...

On that note let me say that it is a pity that you cannot see a tally of how many notes your posts got, or how many of them were just what. It would have been intriguing to see how often I posted stuff only to be ignored, and how often the things I posted actually spawned something great. Ah well...

Anyhow, without further ado, let’s move to why you guys came to look at this post:

My dear Friends

Below the cut, I will list some of the people most important to me on this blog, and my thoughts on them. Please note that I do not mean to omit anybody, and should I forget someone, it does not happen out of ill-will but rather because I am sometimes a bit forgetful. If you aren’t on this list but would wish to be, then I will gladly make an addendum to it if you notify me, alright?

Maria, the Wild Rose Archer - @artemisxbow

Eri, we’ve now known each other for a good 3 years, but it’s only been in the last one that we really started to talk more, and for our muses to interact more - and look where that has lead us! We subject our two to angst and suffering, we plot evil things and have tons of hurtful ideas, and it’s not rare that I start going off on a tangent when we talk over Discord. Erm, I guess, long story short: I’m glad to know you and to play with you, and I am sorry for always being so mean to our muses. To many more adventures and plays!

Freya, the Lady Dragon Knight - @burmecias-protector

Freya-Mun, you were the first to play with me here on tumblr, and even though our plays have become quite sporadic, I always enjoy seeing you on my dash. You have an interesting way of writing and give Freya a lot of life - with all the joys and troubles that come with it. I wish we could have some more fluid plays between us again, but things are as they are, and I’m just glad we even get to play in the first place. Sceada looks up to Freya, though he’d hesitate to admit so.

Leonora, the lovely Sage - @containyourmainposure

Gwenny, you always used to be one of my favorite roleplayers on here, and I still adore your writing style. Your Leonora has long since become the way I see the canon Leonora as well, and the depth you’ve given her never ceases to amaze me. I really, truly loved writing with you as well as shipping with you - and I am sad that due to how things developed, not only has the ship sunk, but also the time we write together rapidly declined. I know it is mostly for life reasons, still, I can’t help but feel sad over it and miss it. Just like I lament the fact that it’s been ages since we’ve actually finished a thread properly... But things are as they are, and we have to take what we can get, and I’m just glad to still have you around, even if we don’t talk as much anymore. Nonetheless, I am still happy for you and how you improved your life, and hope it keeps getting better!

Leila, the daring Pirate - @dancing-dagger

Leila-Mun, I know we haven’t exactly written as much together and also haven’t really talked much, but I still consider you one of my closer friends on here. You are one that’s always open for fun and doesn’t hold back in her writing, and I really like that. You have great humor and are a pleasure to have around, no matter which muse. I hope we’ll eventually get to play more again, for I feel our muses have an interesting dynamic between them that would be fun to explore, and a number of conflicts awaiting them - be it as friends or more. I’ll try and reach out to you more soon, I promise!

Vani, the Halfling Rogue - @not-a-rogue

Lou, I’m gonna be honest with you, when I first saw you switching muses I was a bit sad. Your Porom looked very promising, and I would have loved to play more with her - but that is not to say that I like Vani any less than her, oh no. Vani has quickly become one of the most intriguing and amusing muses on my dash, and it is ever so great how she keeps forcing Sceada out of his shell with how she acts around him. Granted, sometimes that proves to be a mistake, but all in all both he and I really like your Halfling - and you too, of course. You are fun to talk with, and a really, really talented artist. I don’t know if others think so too, but you strike me as one of those muns that is just refreshingly uncomplicated and easy to approach - and I for one look forward to many more plays with you and your muses!

Emerya, the Envoy of the Fey - @atieflingwarlock

Emerya-Mun, I have to say I really, really love your muse, more than I’d ever have expected to. She is so much fun to read, yet also hides so much tragedy, and both me and Sceada genuinely want to learn more about her, and if possible to help mend her wounds. It amuses me time and time again how easily she can fluster Sceada, and how she has this very special charm to herself. I’m curious just where these two could go in the future, and how it’d all develop - and I have a good feeling that in due time, we may see it happen. Also I wanna thank you again for your help “translating” Sceada into a DnD setting, it was a lot of fun to build him up like that and now having him try and show what he can do!

Aria, the Maiden of Water - @nymphaxea

Aria-Mun, I know we haven’t known each other for long and haven’t talked all that much, but you seem like a very nice person and quite frankly, I like the way you portray your muse. The way she acts and thinks is at the same time quite admirable and challenging for my Sceada, as evidenced by that thread where he got unexpectedly angry over her resignation. I feel they have an interesting dynamic, and the few things we discussed felt very fitting too - and the best thing, it still leaves the door open for many possible directions these two could go. I hope we’ll get to explore their relationship more in future plays, and that you’ll feel better soon!

Amina, the reckless Adventurer - @the-shadow-of-a-wielder

Gem, I really like plotting and playing with you, and Amina is such an intriguing character, full of mystery and magic. I enjoy her personality as much as your willingness to throw her at anything, for better or worse. We can hatch so many different plots and scenarios, it’s amazing. Also, you are a very nice person, and to quote freely, “your crazy matches my crazy rather well”. I look forward to keep playing with you and eventually inch closer to uncovering the mysteries about Amina and her origins. Maybe we can even revive the two other verses we had? I’d certainly be all up for that!

Lenora, the Embodiment of Love - @thislovelylady // Edea, Grandmarshall of Eternia - @ladyofeternia

Lanna, Lanna, Lanna... - Of course a list like this would not be complete without you. We may neither play nor talk as often anymore as we used to, but back when I started out, you were a pretty big influence on my roleplaying, especially on Kamiizumi. The headcanons and angsty plots we created are treasured memories to me, and I have never stopped liking the way you write. It’s a bit sad that our muses don’t mesh that well with each another, because quite frankly, I do miss playing with you. Maybe one day this will be different again, who knows. Either way, I just wanna say thank you for all the times we interacted, and all the things I managed to learn from you or thanks to you. You were the heart of the Bravely RP community, and will always be remembered as such.

Brii, the Dragonhearted - @briidunviing

Brii, you know that even though we’ve barely had a thread so far between our muses, that I nonetheless consider you one of my best friends on here. You’re probably the one I talk the most with out of rp, and we seem to get along pretty well. You know I always have an open ear for you - and I’m sure you have one for me too. That having been said, I do quite like your muse! It’s a very interesting OC with a lot of inner turmoil, and the kind you just wanna help - even if you don’t know how. I’m curious to see where our muses will go once the blizzard calms down, but either way I’d be delighted to play more with you, friend.

Further Mentions:

All of you are people that I do play with and that I enjoy seeing on my dash. I’m sorry I didn’t dedicate you your own paragraph here, but if you would want me to talk a bit more about you, then by all means feel free to notify me and I’ll make an addendum for you! But even if I do not dedicate a paragraph to you, please know that I really, really enjoy seeing you on my dash and like playing with you, no matter how much or how little we’ve done so far! You are precious friends to me!

Jack, the cunning Thief - @ofgil || Teledji, the sleazy Merchant - @high-stakes-gambler || Kefka, the insane God of Magic - @light-of-judgment || Terra, the Half-Esper - @riotxblade || Vhaso’a, the tailoring Red Mage - @thevermiliongaelicatte || Lily, the aspiring Summoner - @losteidolon || Rojo, the red Chocobo - @fabulousredkweh & Lamya, the Chocobo-Breeder - @bokobreeder || Fran, the dignified Viera - @feralstriike || Faris, the Pirate Captain - @ask-captain-faris

This list would not be complete (or rather, more incomplete...) without the old friends that sadly no longer are active, but never will be forgotten. I always loved playing with you, you were wonderful people, and even if with some of you it’s only been a small number of plays, I treasure you nonetheless and silently hope that maybe one day, I might see you again:

Ritz, the valiant Student - @viera-blessed || Garuda, the sealed Primal - @ladyofgentlebreezes || Calisto, the Burmecian Knight - @burmecianknight || Garnet, the summoning Princess - @beyondtheflyingbird || Locke, the Treasure Hunter - @thepricewasright || Minfilia, the Antecedent - @sharlayanmistress || Eiko, the Lady of Lindblum - @ladyoflindblum || Garnet, the kind-hearted Queen - @avaliantqueen || Selphie, the cheerful SEEED @sunny-explosions

And finally, there are also some people I have yet to actually play with, but that are often on my dash and I enjoy reading immensly. There are differing reasons why we don’t play, and it is alright that we don’t, but should things ever change, I’d be delighted to start something with you! Until then, please allow me to keep admiring your writng from afar^^

Kuja, the magnificent Genome - @xkuja || Hylia, the Great Goddess - @hyliahergrace || Amaterasu, Mother to All - @mammaterasu || Mipha, the graceful Champion - @elegansproelior || Mikoto, the animated Genome - @emptyshards @xbranbal || Kitsuno, the dancing Princess - @foxlike-ffxiv || Eiko, the perky Summoner @sukoshishokan

Thank you all for enriching my experience here as a roleplayer! I love you all <3

Patrick~

#TreasuredMemories #ooc #This felt like a fitting milestone #so I prepared for it a bit in advance #Anyhow!#I love you all #I hope you know that!!

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poklina · 8 years ago

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for the au prompt- jimon #40

hey pal i don’t know why this is 3k words but it is lmao

thanks fr the prompt i had a Party writing it

enjoy:)))

bump in the night-3k

The bar was just like any other seedy Brooklyn bar at 1 in the morning; stale beer, a faint undercurrent of weed, and the quiet sound of long days being drowned out in shots of whiskey. It wasn't as crowded as it has been when Simon got here, and the noise level had stabilized quite nicely, leaving him alone with all of the other alcoholics and mistake-makers Brooklyn had to offer.

Home sweet home.

He sighed as he looked down into his beer, something that they had on tap that he'd been halfway drinking for the past 3 hours. He was only on his 2nd glass, considering that most of those three hours had been spent looking blankly at his phone and making forced small talk with the people that came up to try and take him home.

Simon wasn't really sure where his day had started to go so horridly wrong, but he suspected that it may have had something to do with the fact that as soon as he stepped outside this morning, it had started to rain. If that wasn't a sign of terrible things, then he didn't know what was.

The domino's just kept falling from there. First, he was late to work, then he realized that he had left one of his client's files on his counter, followed by a spectacular incident of spilling his lunch down the front of his shirt, which all culminated in him being called into his bosses office, and after a short speech about "company downsizing" and "having to keep the reputation of our clients," he'd been laid off and sent home with 6 months of severance the only thing that would keep him afloat for the coming months. He'd already started mentally applying for jobs anywhere he could find a "Now Hiring" sign in the window.

And after all of that, he'd ended up here, and hadn't left his seat since.

The worst part of this whole thing was that he couldn't even call anyone to come and join him in this pity party, because they were all either sleeping or having a grand old time with someone that actually cared about them. Clary was off on a date with Izzy, Magnus was staying at Alec's house, and Raphael...yeah. No sense in going down that path again.

"Hey, we're gonna be closing up here pretty soon. Can I call you a cab?" The bartender came over with a rag as she wiped down the counter. Her nametag read Maia. Simon would definitely be interested if it was any other night but tonight, but he just sighed and pushed the mostly full glass of lukewarm beer towards her.

"No, thanks though. I think I'm going to just walk home tonight. Clear my head."

"Are you sure? Don't want you getting mugged or anything." She looked up at him, her warm brown eyes looking straight at him, almost seeing right through him, filled with pity.

"Yea, it's okay. I only live a couple blocks away. Thanks, though. Appreciate it." Simon rubbed his hands quickly over his jeans before digging out his wallet and handing her a 10.

"Um, you've already paid for your drinks tonight, I don't-"

"It's your tip. Thanks for not kicking me out 2 hours ago." Simon smiled quickly, his heart not in it to keep it up.

"Oh. Um, thanks. I hope-well, I hope you have a good night, sir."

"You too, Maia."

He dug his hands into his pockets before shouldering the door open and walking into the cool grey of an early Brooklyn morning.

This was Simon's favorite time of day. Usually, he was asleep by now, exhausted from a day of accounting and such, but when he did find himself awake at the careful moments between midnight and the sun starting to rise, he would just stand at the one window in his tiny, shoe box apartment and breathe it in. The city noises, still alive and breathing even now, the quiet flickers of what stars he could see through the light pollution, the small line of grey just on the horizon, letting him know that there will be another day, and another, and another.

If he could live in this in between world for the rest of his life, he would gladly accept.

He was so caught up in the feeling that his eyes actually slipped shut, which of course lead him to walk straight into a brick wall.

Simon stumbled backwards, tripping over his feet and landing flat on his ass on the sidewalk, hands launching out to catch him, but only achieving scraped wrists in the process. He let out a groan internally as he scrambled to his feet again, already letting out a rapid fire apology.

"Shit, I am so sorry, I totally wasn't looking, please don't hurt me, I am-"

His words died a quick death in his throat as he looked into the blue brown eyes of the guy he just ran into.

Shit.

Of course, he thought bitterly,of fucking course this is how my day ends. I'm a good person, what on Earth did I do to deserve this?

They stood in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, when it was actually probably only about 30 seconds, before Jace cleared his throat and spoke to him for the first time in 4 years.

"Hey. It's...it's been awhile."

"Yeah, yeah. You could say that." Simon muttered, his hand nervously coming to scratch the back of his neck. Jace had broken up with him 4 years ago over text, and Simon immediately blocked his number and never looked back. In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for them to get together, seeing that they were just so different, but Simon had felt that Jace...Jace was something new. Something exciting. They had been together for 2 years before it started to fall apart. However, it had taken him just as long to get over him.

Simon looked at him again and as their eyes connected, he could feel every wall that he had carefully constructed around what they once had coming down with incredible efficiency. He knew that he never really got over Jace, but seeing him here, right in front of him, just made those feelings come screeching back to he front of his mind.

"So...uh, how're you?" Jace looked at him, face twisted into something that looked like either pity or regret or sadness, Simon couldn't tell.

"I've been pretty good. I mean, up until today, but, you know. What about you?" Simon forced out between gritted teeth, cursing his brain for the lack of a filter.

"I've been better. Like, a lot better. But yea." Jace hadn't taken his eyes off of Simon this whole conversation, glittering with something that looked a lot like sadness and hell. He'd had such a shitty day, there was no one else that was going to talk to him, and he'd already made plenty of bad decisions that day, so what was one more?

"You know what's great for shitty days, seeing that we both had one? Milkshakes. Right now. I mean, if you want to join me, that's be really cool, but I know we haven't seen each other in years and I totally get it if you just wanna pretend that this never happened but you know I'm just feeling pretty lonely and you look like you are too so-" Once the floodgates had opened, the torrent of feelings almost swept Simon off of his feet with how much there was for Jace, once again cursing himself for the lack of a filter. Jace broke in quietly, but with just enough power to make him stop talking.

"Si. I'd love to. I know a great little diner a couple blocks away, unless you had another place?" Jace trailed off as Simon felt his heart rate pick up a tiny amount just from hearing that old nickname slip out of Jace's mouth like nothing was wrong. Simon was very glad it was dark outside, because he was pretty sure that he was blushing right now, and that is not something he could easily live down.

"No, no, uh. Lead on."

As Jace turned around and started walking, Simon could've sworn that he saw a smile flash across his face.

Jace pulled open the door and gestured Simon through, as he laughed mirthlessly at the name.

"Happy Days Diner. Wow, what a fitting name for today." he muttered under his breath as he walked inside and waited for Jace to follow and show him where to sit. He walked all the way to the back corner and slid into the booth as if he'd done it 100 times before. Simon did the same, the vinyl protesting slightly underneath him before settling. He looked down at the table, tracing the swirls of the wood with his eyes and drumming his fingers on his leg before he heard the approaching of shoes.

"Jace! Been awhile, my friend. Who's this?" The waiter approached their table with a giant grin on his face, and Jace mirrored him, smile breaking out.

"Hey Luke, good to see you. This is Simon, he's...he's-"

"A friend." Simon cut in, sensing that Jace was obviously struggling to pinpoint exactly what they were right now.

"Yea, he's a friend."

"Well, what can I get for you guys? Do you need a menu, or..?"

"No, we're good. Can we just get 2 milkshakes?" Jace replied, looking to Simon for confirmation, and Simon nodded back.

"Alright, 2 milkshakes coming right up." Luke scribbled on his pad before disappearing back behind the counter. The diner was mostly empty, save for one or two people scattered around, picking at their burgers and whatnot. Even though it was mostly empty and fairly dark outside, Simon still felt...comfortable here. Like he was coming home.

Maybe it was the beer.

(Maybe it's Jace, a voice whispered in his head.)

Yep. Definitely the beer.

"So, what happened to you today? No offense, but you look like shit." Jace leaned across the table and crossed his arms against his chest, leaning his forearms on the table and looking intently at Simon.

"Well, um. I got laid off today. So, there's that." Simon muttered, hand coming to tangle in his hair, watching as Jace's eyes followed the movement and stopped on his lips.

"Oh, dude. That sucks, man, I'm so sorry. Still doing the accounting thing?"

"Yeah, but maybe this is a sign that I need to, you know, not do that." Simon said bitterly, and was surprised when Jace let out a soft chuckle in response. It'd been so long since he heard that, he'd forgotten how nice it had sounded.

"That's it. The universe is sending you a sign, Lewis. Don't fuck it up."

"Well, fuck up is my middle name, so we'll see how that goes."

This time, they both laughed, and Simon felt his defenses fall down faster and harder than before. All of the things that he had so carefully tried to forget when he blocked Jace's number were coming back in full force, from the way he liked his coffee (black, no sugar because "sugar's for pussies and grandma's, Lewis."), to his favorite kind of cereal (Raisin Bran, for some godforsaken reason), to that once spot right on his collarbone that made him go completely weak in the knees-

Before he could continue down that road, he was interrupted by Luke reaching their table with the 2 milkshakes in his hands and setting them down.

"Two chocolate milkshakes, because you both look like you need some sweetness in your lives right now." Luke grinned down at them, half jokingly, half completely serious (he wasn't blind, you don't get those eye bags without going through some serious shit).

"Thank you so much, Luke." Jace answered, grabbing the one closest to him and ripping the paper off of the straw.

"Yeah, thank you."

"Anytime. Well, if you need anything, just holler." Luke said, and walked away, back behind the counter and into the small kitchen once again.

Simon watched as Jace eagerly stuck the straw into the milkshake and started drinking, cheeks hollowing out, Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. He didn't let his train of thought go any further, for fear of what he may think if he did. Finally, Jace came up for breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Simon jolted out of whatever strange trance he'd just been in, returning to the current conversation.

"So, uh, what happened to you today?"

At that, Jace seemed to shut down, eyes growing darker as he remembered whatever had happened to him, visibly upset at the memory.

"Uh, well. I guess...I got fired too. And then I got in a pretty bad fight with my roommate...so he kicked me out. I didn't even grab my charger. Or any clothes. So...um. Yeah. Pretty shit day." Jace spoke in halting sentences, eyes downcast and completely focused on the patterns on the table. Simon felt his heart break a little at the sight of him, curled in on himself and looking so much smaller than the larger than life character he walked in here with. Before he could stop himself, Simon opened his mouth and made yet another probably very, very bad decision.

"You can stay with me." Jace glanced up slowly, some of the life returning to his eyes.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to like, intrude or anything-" he stuttered out, hands twisting together nervously before Simon interrupted.

"No, no it's totally fine. I can sleep on the couch for a night or two."

"Simon...I-thank you. So much."

The way Jace said his name made Simon reconsider every decision he'd made in the past 4 years, starting with blocking his number. The way he was looking at him, the way he said his name, all of it filled Simon with something that he hadn't felt in 4 years, not even with the assortment of dates and relationships that had filled them. It was something that he had only ever felt around Jace. It started in his chest and expanded, cutting off his air and pressing his heart against his ribcage. It was warm and comforting and so, so good.

Simon felt a smile grow on his mouth, looking at Jace over the top of his glasses before quickly sliding back to his milkshake.

They sat there for what seemed like forever, quietly sipping and tossing jokes and bad puns back and forth. It was...nice. For the first time that whole day, Simon felt like he wasn't at risk of massively screwing anything up. Behind them, the night slipped slowly into dawn, grey light filtering through the trees, preparing for the beating sun to come back out.

Simon noticed the time around 3 am. It certainly didn't feel like they'd been there for 2 hours, but Simon...well, he wasn't complaining. Jace let out a wide yawn across from him, and he chuckled.

"I guess that's code for 'I'm exhausted, take me home, Prince Charming.'" Simon smiled from across the table and slid out of the booth, stretching his arms out above his head. Jace followed, stepping out of the booth, before digging into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. Suddenly, Luke called out from where he was cleaning the counter.

"Jace, don't worry about it. On the house tonight."

Jace smiled. "You sure Luke? It's no big deal-"

"Jesus, Wayland, take the free milkshake and go." Luke grinned back, laughing at the same time.

"Thanks, Luke. Have a great night." he said as they started walking toward the door, Simon following close behind Jace.

"Yea, you too."

Jace pushed open the door and waved Simon through, before following him into the cool Brooklyn morning.

They walked side by side in comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional jabs and soft laughter. Simon hadn't done anything like this is forever, and he was 100% sure he wanted to do it a thousand times more.

Finally, they reached Simon's brownstone building, and he buzzed them both up and opened the door to his apartment. He walked in and started to try and collect some of the dirty dishes scattered around, dumping them in the sink while giving a rushed apology.

"Sorry this place is such a mess, it's been a really weird week, and I wasn't expecting company-"

"Simon, it's fine. I'm just grateful that I don't have to sleep on a bench in a park somewhere."

"Nah, you're too pretty for that. Someone would've picked you up way before that."

They both laughed at that, and Jace stepped into Simon's space, barely a foot away from him. Simon felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked Jace up and down, taking in the way his hands rubbed together nervously, how his eyes glittered in the low light of the moon from the window, how his lips looked so perfect and they were just right there. They stood like that for a split second, before Jace cleared his throat, and the moment was broken.

"Well. Um, I'll take the couch. Thanks, again. For...everything."

Even though Simon wanted to argue that he could take the couch, because what kind of host lets their guest sleep on the couch, but the way he said it left no room for argument.

"Oh, um. Okay. Well, night, Jace." Simon said before turning and walking to his door, but right before he stepped in he turned around again.

"Hey. I...I had fun tonight."

Jace looked back up at him from where he was sitting on the threadbare couch and taking off his jacket to serve as a pillow, a half smile breaking on his lips.

"Yea, I did too. Night, Lewis."

And with that, Simon walked into his room and shut the door.

#jimon #abloodneed #userbritt #claryfightwood #my fic #this is one of my faves.....like really #i hope yall like it #Anonymous

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xiakha · 8 years ago

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An Act of Omission (2092)

Kei leaned against the wall by the stairwell in what she assumed was a ne’er-do-well fashion. She scrolled through the apps in her device with a cool indifference like the devil-may-care delinquent she was. Never mind the way her heart was syncopating, she was cool and composed and perfectly fine with breaking rules like this. She paused mid-flick as the clattering of a run stopped short echoed from around the corner. With a bit of a loping walk, another miscreant tried his best to casually drift into view. She looked up from the device with her best coolly skeptical look. "Lochmann." "Keiretsu."

There was a moment as both of them tried to look as serious as their greetings had been before their expressions split into giddy grins.

"Sorry, did you wait long?" Loch bent an arm by his side and offered his elbow. He was trying hard not to look like he had just run up a few flights of stairs, his breath forcibly light and his face a bit more flushed than he cared to admit. Kei reached out and accepted the proffered elbow. "Only a bit. It's not like a gentleman to keep a lady waiting." "You're quite right. Now where are we headed?" As they turned the corner to the landing of the stairwell, out of line of sight of any cameras, Loch dropped his arm and found Kei's waist and Kei turned to put a hand on Loch's neck.

After an extended muffled moment, they broke off. "Well, it's dinner time." Kei leaned forward a bit to touch foreheads, enjoying the feeling of Loch's thumb stroking her chin and lip. "Yes it is. Why are we meeting out here?" Loch said, his breath ticklish on Kei's face. "Oh, I just thought I'd meet up with you half way." "Doesn’t Student Council meet on the first floor?” "We do." "And you know Debate Club meets on the second floor." "I know." Loch looked across the stairwell at the bilingual sign for the fifth floor and studied its duality carefully. Kei reached her other hand around Loch's neck, interlocking her fingers, "And yes, I know the cafeteria's on the ground floor.” "So it's going to be like that."

"Perhaps it—mmph!" Kei let go of Loch as her back was pushed into the wall. She reached under Loch's arms back up to his shoulders and braced herself close. Her feet just barely left the ground.

A few more moments passed in quietly aching contemplation.

"Somewhat risky isn't it, out here?" The tension in Loch's voice vibrated like a string. As did his hands, but that was more from exertion than nervous urgency. "Fairly deserted with no classes in session. The teachers should be done for tonight too." Loch considered his positioning in the stairwell. If anyone decided to mount the stairs, his back would be exposed to them, and in a few minutes, maybe more than just his back. So with painful deliberation, he disengaged. He wiped his hand slightly on his pant leg and pulled out his key chain from his trouser pocket. "Let's play a bit safer." Kei breathed out slowly, coming back down to earth. She redid some buttons and smoothed her skirt out. Loch was right. Stairwell was probably just asking for trouble. No bones about it. She looked at the jangling keys, “So that’s what was pressing into my leg?” ”Maybe. Maybe something else.” "Oh, and here I thought you were just happy to see me.” He extended his hand, "Let me show you just how happy I am to see you."

The two speed-walked as casually as they could under the cameras. The classrooms were all locked now, but if you were a prefect, you could request a key after hours to unlock a door. That key was closely monitored and had to be signed in and out, which was a big hassle. So Loch made a copy of it and Kei figured out where all the blind spots in the CCTV network were. It just so happened that the sophomore science classrooms on the fifth floor were so old they were basically off the grid with only one camera in the wing.

And so, with the physical manifestation of his deeds in his hand, the son of a candidate for Prime Minister of RHK turned to the daughter of the CEO and heir of the largest Japanese biotech company. "Last chance." Kei looked up from the door knob that Loch had his hand on. "Last chance?" "We could go back up to your room, y'know?" Loch didn't say he wanted to avoid very publicly violating several co-educational guidelines in one of the most prestigious schools in the greater Guangdong area. They could do it in private instead. “But we’d have to walk all the way up!” “Well, if you think this is worth it…” Kei popped up on her tiptoes and dropped her voice in Loch's ear, "You chickening out on me, Lochmann?" She punctuated her intent with the tip of her tongue on his inner auricle.

Loch's qualms were pushed aside like the door before them.

After a few attempts, the door behind them locked shut. "So, how was club?" "You would have—liked it. We were debating—human cloning." Their conversation went on in odd, breathless bursts, like they were preoccupied with something strenuous. "Mmm. I do—love my b-bioethics." "Yeah, I was—thinking of you—the entire time." Loch paused to picked up their blazers from the ground and set them neatly on a nearby desk, eliciting a small laugh and a light push from Kei. "How was student—student council?" "Eh, same old. Class Repre—representative duty hasn't much changed—eep!" The desk they were leaning against scraped against the ground as Loch pushed Kei onto it. There was the twang and snap of roughly pulled elastic and fabric ejecting itself across the room. "Go on."

Kei looked down at the top of Loch's head, "Are you serious Johnny." Loch peered back up, planted a wet kiss on Kei's skin, and licked his lips, "I'll be fine down here. You were saying?" "Oh my god I don't belie—" She was quickly convinced, "Okay. Well. The budget for—for the junior class field trip was recently approved!" The lilt in Kei's voice shot up a few octaves and decibels as she clamped her hands in Loch's hair to steady herself. "I'm sure they'll be quite happy with that." "Thrilled! I-I'm sure! But that's—that's b-basically the only! Thing that we got d-done today!" "Bureaucracy was that bad today?" "Yeah, arguing back and forth, even—even with that sort of p-polite tone! Is—is the sort of thing that j-just ties me into knots!" It was a blessing that Loch could so dexterously untangle her like this. "The sophomores were being—being rather stupid, ohgod, today. But I can't—can't seem to remember why!" Kei drew a shuddering breath as Loch paused slightly to wipe his mouth, his breath hot and heavy and so close, "It'll come to you." "Oh god Johnny please. ...OhgodJohnnypleasepleasepleaserightthereright--"

After a few moments of released yet suppressed agony, Kei retrieved her breath from where it had become caught and released her death grip from Loch's head. She brushed her hair dramatically out of her face to better frame her goofy half smile, "This is going to put awkward wrinkles into my skirt." "We should have dealt with that before, huh?" Loch stood up, his smile half smug and half giddy. Kei stood up as well, shakily support herself first on the desk, and then on Loch. "Your turn."

"But Sammie I—" His protestations abruptly cut off as he became a bit tongue tied. There was the sound of jingling and zipping before something plopped to the ground unceremoniously. Kei pushed Loch gently back into a chair from where they were standing and then leaned forward onto her knees. "Tell me about the debate." "Turnabout's fair play, I gue—" Loch drew breath sharply. For a few moments, Loch was too distracted to find the words. Then, with subtle prompting from Kei, he continued, "W-well, ah, it was about human cloning, right?" "Mhm." "My side was assigned pro, and, ah, the t-topic went over to the—to the use of non-sentient clones." Kei paused slightly to tuck some wayward hair behind her ear, "The classic organ growing debate?" "F-funny. Well, es-especially now that your mother's company, ah, disclosed that their hyper—hypercompatible antirejection organs originate fr-from non-sentient clones, the discussion has, mph, has swelled with new blood, s-so to speak." "Mmmm." Loch cupped his hands on the sides of Kei's head, slowing her movement, "C-careful. An-anyway, the con side had—had their work cut out f-for them, but Al-Alexandria was able to press—to press forward with the question of wh-where the non-sentient clones, ah, come from, ne-never mind the good they—they currently do—Oh god, Sammy." There was a slightly wet popping sound, "Yes?" "You're about to get the better of me." Kei giggled at the turn of phrase and stuck her tongue out at Loch, "Yes and?" "W-Well, we still need to make it to dinner." "So lemme get busy then." "I mean, can we skip ahead?" Kei pouted and tapped her chin with something that was not quite her fingers, "But you already ate and I haven't had my fill yet." "...Right but if we do this and then wait around until I'm ready for the, uh, 'main course,' we'll surely miss actual dinner and go hungry. Mostly hungry." He got off the chair and pulled a small square from his discarded pants and helped Kei to her feet. After a kiss, Kei took the square and ripped it open with her teeth. "All right, then, will you fill up me in a different way?"

They did away with a few other frivolous details, like a certain wrinkled skirt, and Loch gently eased Kei back on that desk. As he made some last minute adjustments after Kei's somewhat slipshod sheathing, Kei folded up her legs, kicking slightly, teasingly. Loch wrapped a hand around her thigh, finding the nook behind her knee, "You present quite a persuasive argument." "Pssh, do you want me to guide you through it?" "Well, spread out like this in front of me, it should be easy to understand. But a little help wouldn't hurt." The desk creaked in a way that it probably was not designed to do. And then it did so again. Repeatedly. For a while, whatever conversation they had was made primarily in scattered, nigh inaudible pressing whispers made when their mouths weren't preoccupied with other matters. Then, as such things happen, Kei did her best not to scream as she did her best to crush Loch in the embrace her arms and legs made around him. And well, faced with that kind of tightness, Loch was about as tenacious and persevering as any man, who had previously been forced so close to the edge already, could hope to be.

As they came back down, Kei broke off the kisses to laugh, "I remember now!" "Hm?” "What the sophomores were complaining about!" "Oh, what about?” "Improper use of sophomore classrooms!"

As they finished putting the classroom, and their wardrobes, back together, Kei held Loch close as the buzzing in her head finally subsided. "So what was the resolution of your debate?" "Barely scraped by with a win, 3-2. In no small part helped by the notes you were able to procure from your mother. Next meeting we'll be talking more bioethics, but I'll be judging." "Oh, that reminds me, is your father still free to meet with the student council next week?" "Yeah, and he's usually good with these kinds of commitments. He loves teaching kids.” They parted, with a final kiss, to mask the nature of their delinquent activity. Loch had to discreetly dispose of evidence, and Kei needed access to a mirror. But for a few moments they held hands, fingers intertwined.

"Sammie just entered, south-side.” "Funny, because Johnny just entered from the east." Az squinted, "Oh my god he's got his sheepish I-just-fucked swagger on." Eri did a little fist pump at waist level, "And Sammie's practically glowing. I totally called it." "They could have been studying!" "Yeah because studying totally makes you glow and walk funny. Pay up." As the two miscreants met up again in an almost naturally unexpected kind of way, Az transferred money to Eri's account.

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