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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part Three)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, some fluffy angst too so it’s not really angst is it lmao

Word count: 1,988

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

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“Oh,” the girl beside you seemed surprised that your eyes opened, squinting against the light, “you’re awake. How do you feel?”

You only groaned in reply. You definitely didn’t feel as awful as you recalled, but you still didn’t feel good.

“We’ve cleaned the remaining wolfsbane from your system, so you should make a full recovery,” the girl told you, her voice soft and soothing.

She definitely didn’t look like she was from here. She had brown skin, round eyes, and long black hair that she kept clipped back away from her face. Had you seen her before when you were dying? No, you couldn’t tell. Your memories from then were too foggy.

Wait, you were dying. How were you alive?

You opened your mouth to speak, but your eyes finally adjusted enough where you could see the person laying on a cot behind the girl. His eyes were closed, and you couldn’t tell if he was passed out or sleeping, but you just felt very strongly toward him. Much stronger than you’d felt about anybody ever. He was absolutely beautiful, and all you wanted to do was walk the couple feet of space between your cot and his to stroke his hair and cheek.

You didn’t know why you felt so strongly about a stranger, but you also weren’t questioning it. You were a curious person, yes, but you tended to just roll with the punches.

The girl noticed your gaze had drifted behind her, and she chuckled, “Would you like to be closer? It’s better for mates to heal if they’re as close as possible, and he needs all the healing he can get.”

Mates? That wasn’t something you’d heard about before, but you could probably guess what it implied. Either way, your head was nodding before your brain could really think much about it.

The girl stood and moved her stool out of the way before wheeling your cot closer to his until they were pressed together. Your face was almost right next to his now, and you observed every single detail of him. You didn’t even know his name or anything about him, but your heart and your instincts already told you you’d do anything for him.

“They’re cute,” Minjee commented once she entered the room as her partner continued to stand by the doorway and watch the two of you.

Prajya hummed in reply, her hand finding Minjee’s, “I don’t think the girl knows anything about herself. I told her he’s her mate and she seemed a little clueless.”

“Well, she is young,” Minjee noted. “Maybe nobody’s told her about creatures like her.”

Prajya nodded slowly before turning her head to look at her partner, “Did things with the other wolf go well?”

Minjee nodded, “Perfect, actually. Sura’s just finishing a few minor things and getting him settled into a bed to recover. His brother and the girls are still waiting in the living room.”

“I should go see if they need anything,” Prajya decided, pressing a quick kiss to Minjee’s cheek before she left.

Minjee turned back to the two of you after her girlfriend had left, but saw that you weren’t awake anymore. Your eyes were closed, one of your hands resting on Joshua’s as he slept. Minjee smiled to herself, thinking both of you looked like you were doing better already.

Josh still wasn’t awake. Even Hansol had woken up before his older brother did. Wonwoo had already brought Soomin and Suvi back to the house, and Joshua still wasn’t awake. It worried Hansol that he was asleep for so long, but Minjee assured him it was just because he had exerted his power too much.

“Is he going to get it back...?” Hansol wondered, his yellow eyes warily watching Joshua sleep beside you.

“Yes, with time,” Minjee replied with a warm smile. “You really have nothing to worry about, Hansol. Besides, he has his mate with him, so the healing will be faster.”

“Yeah, if he isn’t stubborn about it,” he muttered to himself, the human girl unable to make out what he said.

That was something else that was worrying Hansol. Joshua already had a mate and lost her. Would he really be so open about a new mate? Even if he did use the remaining energy he had in him just to save you, he did that on pure instinct. It didn’t necessarily mean things would go smoothly when he’d wake up.

“Who is she, anyway?” Kyung wondered, nodding her head in your direction.

You were still sleeping beside him, your hand still in his. Neither of you had even moved, either, but Minjee also promised that was nothing to worry about.

“I’m not sure of her name,” Minjee sighed, “but my partners and I found her when we were out checking traps one night. My mate, Sura, knows where some of the werewolf hunters place traps regularly. He likes to patrol them and see if anyone was caught so we can help. We found her in one of them. Sura said she might be a werecoyote.”

“Werecoyote?” Hansol repeated.

The doctor nodded, “Yes. He noticed she doesn’t smell quite like werewolf, but she’s definitely something.”

The two mated wolves could admit they noticed the same thing but kept to themselves about it. They thought maybe it was just because of the wolfsbane.

The pair looked between the two of you. While Joshua seemed peaceful now, both Hansol and Kyung weren’t sure how he’d react when he woke up. They could practically already see the sour look on his face before grumbling something about not wanting a new mate. They hoped maybe they’d be wrong, but…

“What do you think she’ll do if he denies her?” Kyung wondered to her mate, unsure if you’d be as patient and understanding as Hansol. They didn’t know anything about you.

Hansol let out a quiet sigh, “I don’t know, but they’ll both just...eventually...” he didn’t even want to say it, but after a beat of silence, he quietly said, “die.”

“Werecoyotes are creatures I’ve never encountered,” Soomin hummed thoughtfully as she flipped through Beom’s book of creatures.

Once Wonwoo had returned home with her and Suvi, the youngest excitedly began talking about how Joshua had imprinted and saved his new mate. Meanwhile, the rest of the pack seemed shocked and almost horrified. They knew how Joshua was, and they knew he wouldn’t want another mate. What happened with Lilly messed him up pretty badly, but it also made him afraid of himself for a long time. He’d be too scared to be with someone else.

While Suvi was explaining what happened and the pack began spewing questions, Soomin was already looking through Beom’s stuff to find some answers.

“I think Beom had told me a story or two of werecoyotes, though,” Soomin continued.

“I met a few,” Yeji chimed in. “They didn’t really seem too different from you guys.”

“They’re not -- not really, other than some minor stuff,” Soomin said after finally reaching the page she was looking for. She scanned it over, using her finger to guide her eyes. “Overall, they’re essentially the same, just a little weaker -- smaller, not as strong, but they are a little quicker because of their smaller size. It makes them more agile.”

“Anyone can outrun that old man,” Jeonghan scoffed.

“Who’s the oldest, anyway?” Suvi asked.

“Nobody really knows anymore, but we just assume it’s Josh,” Jun shrugged. “Years start to blend together after a while.”

“Speaking of not knowing things,” Danbi spoke up as she looked around the packed living room, “where’s Soonyoung?”

“It’s nighttime, so he’s in town,” Jihoon sighed.

“I thought we were still being careful?”

“Since when does Soonyoung follow rules?” Seungcheol asked with a quirked brow.

Soomin cleared her throat to grab the pack’s attention and bring them back to the bigger matter at hand: you. Once they were paying attention again, she continued, “Werecoyotes have the same heightened senses, the same weaknesses, and the same instincts as werewolves. However, because they’re smaller and weaker, they recover slower and are more likely to die from things like silver bullets.”

“So Joshua’s new mate is essentially a hyperactive accident-prone child?” Wonwoo snorted.

Soomin frowned, finally looking up from the book to look at her mate, “That’s mean. And she may very well act mature. Just because they’re faster than werewolves doesn’t make them hyper.”

“You said werecoyotes are just werewolves, basically,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You’ve seen our pack.”

Seungcheol nodded, “Seokmin specifically.”

“Hey,” the young wolf whined.

“Let’s not judge her just yet,” Soomin sighed.

Jihoon raised his eyebrows, “You didn’t even meet her?”

“She was passed out,” Suvi was the one to explain. “Her and Joshua were sleeping beside each other when we left.”

“I wish I could be there when they wake up,” Seungkwan chuckled. “I’m sure that’ll be a mess.”

It wasn’t until the sun was about to peak over the horizon that Josh finally groaned and rubbed his eyes with one hand. The other felt warm with a light weight in it that kept him from moving it.

Wait…

The older wolf’s eyes opened before slowly looking to his left hand. He saw another hand in his and his eyes followed the arm up to the owner. He recognized your face. Not only did he remember what had happened as soon as he saw you, but he was bombarded with your face in his dreams -- well, more like nightmares. All he dreamt about was you and Lilly.

He wanted to snatch his hand away. He wanted to growl at you and wake you up and tell you to keep your hands to yourself. He wanted to yell at you to not touch him.

But he was too exhausted to do anything but lay there and glare at you with golden eyes.

“Oh, good,” a voice made him turn his head, “you’re finally awake.”

Joshua was briefly introduced to Prajya during his first check-up. She was a nice girl, but she had a little...bite to her. Josh liked her from the get go.

“See you’ve noticed your little friend,” Prajya chuckled. “You don’t seem too fond of her, though.”

His face scrunched up in almost disgust, “What is that?”

Prajya let out a snort at his reaction to his mate.

In your sleep, your nose wiggled a few times before you reached up to scratch it. Joshua rolled his eyes feeling his heart swell at how cute you seemed. He wanted his instincts to fuck off.

“I think you already know,” she replied in amusement.

“Who is she?” he asked.

The foreign girl just shrugged, “Beats me. We didn’t get a name from her or where she came from or anything.”

Unable to resist the curiosity, he slowly wondered, “...What happened to her?”

“Caught in a net that had barbs laced with wolfsbane,” she sighed as she leaned back against a wall and studied your face. “We were sure she was going to die until you showed up and--”

“Don’t,” he said sharply before dropping his tone to be only grumpy rather than angry, “mention it.”

Prajya just shrugged, “If you didn’t want it mentioned, you shouldn’t have done it. Kyung was right, you are a grumpy old man.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. Of course Kyung was gossiping with her old friends about him. The new alpha was a piece of work.

But she wasn’t really wrong, and even he knew that.

Prajya was silent as she watched Joshua watch you. It was clear that even though he openly showed his distaste for his new mate, his instincts were strong and hard to ignore. Even through the disgust and annoyance on his face, Prajya could see the love and adoration clear in his eyes.

The grumpy, old werewolf, and the young, carefree werecoyote. This would be interesting to see.

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akawrites000 · 4 years ago

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hot vs cold

Hero groaned, pulling on that black tie with curled, tense fingers. They've never been a big fan of formal wear, but this particular assignment had called for such a situation. They looked up at the gloomy sky, mind wandering about to how many side jobs heroes actually had to do. People would think being a hero would consist of mostly fighting off villains- and that's true, but villain was the least of their problems right then; in fact, it had almost been a week since they had a face off with villain. When they weren't paying attention, their thoughts would sometimes betray them, making hero think that they almost missed villain. Almost.

Sweat pooled on their brow as they waited under the hot sun, dearly missing the comfort and familiarity of their hero costume. This particular job requirement was that they act as a bodyguard and protect a high profile individual while they attend some sort of a party that hero couldn't be less concerned about. They preferred being the hero and not a bodyguard for someone who they didn't even know.

Just then, a black limousine rolled out and stopped right in front of the hotel they were staying in; a huge man with sunshades got out from the back, waved their hands at hero, signaling them to get in. That must be my ride.

They got into the car without any fight, and took one look at the rear most seat to check if this was in fact their employer or just a fancy way of kidnapping.

"No staring."

"Wha-

Hero didn't have a chance to speak out before they were crushed by the huge man sitting to their left. They couldn't believe it, why did they have to be squished, with no concept of personal space in a limousine?! This was just absurd.

Hero felt another lithe body press to them on their right, that person in turn being squished by another big man to their left. Hero groaned internally, they were just really bad with close contact with people in general, they could never understand why, but it just felt foreign to them. It's like they never knew how to act, and their mind would settle on the default "freak out" option.

Hero was dragged out of their head when they felt themselves being pushed further to the lithe person on their right, because the big guy decided to squirm in his seat. The sweat pooling on their brow slowly slid down their cheekbone, and hero was feeling hot... everywhere. There were too many sensations ramming into them all at once- their tight suit, which felt like it was glued to their body now thanks to their nerves; being pressed to another person; feeling their body heat. Hero had always had a high body temperature so all of this contact was making their head spin.

They just sat there silently, wishing for this agony to just end.

Villain was in high spirits, this was a job that paid well, so they enthusiastically got dressed up in a suit that was the dress code for a bodyguard and got into the assigned limousine. They had a mask plus voice changer on for good measure, and nobody questioned that which was good. They were thinking how ironic it was that they accepted this job request, because this was what the heroes did- protecting people, not villains.

So it was an understatement to say that their jaw almost dropped to the floor when they saw hero getting into that same limousine. Villain found themselves gaping at them, their mind betraying them and caring for their nemesis who they met almost every day, in a fight of course.

I can't believe that hero is actually here, so now we have to work together? Do they even know that I'm villain? And they're not even wearing a mask to hide their identity, how irresponsible. Oh, they look good in a suit-

Villain had to stop their mind right there, willing themselves to focus on anything else other than the hero sitting next to them. But these two gorillas on either side of them made that almost impossible as they kept pushing each other closer in this seat that was too small for all of them.

Villain couldn't help but glance over at hero every few minutes, they were being too quiet. The hero they knew was noisy, always running into a fight before thinking, a person that kept jumping around all the time. So seeing them this calm was just... weird.

By now villain was pretty sure that hero didn't recognise them, so they were mentally prepping themselves to talk to them when the gorilla to hero’s left pushed them further into their body. Villain immediately froze. Too close. Hero might as well be practically sitting on them now, villain could feel everything- their breathing, heartbeat, and their body heat, they were practically burning... wait, burning?!

Villain whipped their head towards hero and took in their slumped figure. Their head was downcast so they couldn't really see their face. Hero was practically leaning on them, making no effort to even hold themselves upright and villain was a little worried... okay, a lot more worried than they let on. Hero’s breathing was ragged and villain felt like they had to do something, anything. But hero beat them to it.

"H-hot". Hero breathed out, weakly, pathetically.

Their voice was so low, villain almost didn't hear them.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Hero propped their head up on their shoulder, lips parted as they gasped in some air, bangs stuck to their sweaty forehead and villain shamelessly drank in those visuals, despite their thoughts clashing with one another. Hero’s eyes were shut tight, while villain’s eyes were wide open, staring at them.

"S' so hot, I can't-" they croaked.

That's when villain painfully realised that hero was having some sort of a panic attack and they needed space. Villain haphazardly pushed at the big man to hero’s left, glaring at him so that he doesn't attempt to move any closer. Then they draped a protective arm around hero, activating their powers and felt weirdly proud when hero almost moaned out at the cold sensation.

Villain brought up their other hand to hero’s face comfortably nestled on their shoulder and gently touched their forehead, cheek and neck.

Hero blinked up at them in slight surprise, eyes opening and then closing as they went limp in their arms, all of their tense muscles relaxing and villain just felt so powerful.

Hero finally looked up at them after regaining a bit of their energy, their face a palette of red, when the car screeched to a stop.

The two of them were ushered out of the car and hero wobbled after the 'mysterious masked person who had saved them' . They were pulled upright by the same person when their balance toppled and they almost ended up kissing the floor, with a "be more careful" from them. Hero felt their face heating up, just how many times did they have to be helped today? A behavior totally unbefitting of a hero.

"Um!" Hero called out and the 'masked person' stopped to turn around and look at them.

Hero was already bowing, words sounding like apologies and gratitude steadily spilling out of their lips in a messed up heap, as they bombarded villain’s ears. Villain wanted to understand, they really did, but all they could pick up were hurried sorries, shy thank you's and the word stranger that kept popping up here and there and how hero was so embarrassed by their own behaviour.

Villain simply scoffed, they had seen far more embarrassing sides of the hero and secretly enjoyed them, their nose scrunching up every time hero called them a stranger and villain couldn't stand it anymore.

As fun as this was, it was time to reveal their masked identity-

"But I'm no stranger to you darling." Villain mocked and the 'goldfish expression' on hero’s face was oh so worth it.

Villain turned around with a smug smile as hero caught up with all of that information and was by their side in a second, screeching into their ears.

"Villain?!"

"Yes, that's me."

Hero groaned, Villain's voice dripped with so much amusement that made hero’s heart flare with embarrassment at that moment.

"I'll punch you after this job." Hero hissed.

Villain smiled, "Is that how you thank people? But lucky for you, I'll accept it and punch you back."

Hero rolled their eyes. "Just shut up. Please."

Villain chuckled and hero couldn't get that voice out of their head. While they were distracted, villain took the opportunity to close in next to their ear and spoke in a sinful tone which should be illegal-

"I-im hot~"

Hero simply tripped on air, falling face first to the ground this time. There was no getting that voice out of their head now. They looked up and glared at villain, who made a funny face and walked away.

Hero hid their face in their hands. "Shit. That's unfair, you shitty villain."

Hero felt another large hand tapping their shoulder and looked up to see one of the gorilla men looking down at them, sympathy written all over his face. Hero took the man's outstretched hand and let themselves be pulled up.

"That was cute, didn't know you both knew each other. But my partner and I," he pointed to the other huge man standing next to the limo and grinning at them, "are totally on your side. That was one underhanded move."

Oh, if hero wasn't embarrassed enough a few seconds ago, they definitely were now.

"Wait, what, how did you-

"I have superhearing." , the man simply said as hero gawked at him, and then started wishing for the ground to swallow them up whole.

BONUS: Every time hero overheated during a fight and felt faint, villain would use their powers to cool them down, and hero would lean into that touch like they could never get enough of it. It attacked villain’s heart every time.

So yeah, my brain decided to give you hero x villain squished together in a limo instead of a bed? New trope? xD

Thank you so much for 260 followers, you all are so precious 🥺❤

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deacymercury · 5 years ago

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Dear John (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hi! I’m back from the dead haha! This is an imagine that nobody asked for! I haven’t been writing for a quite long time, so please bare with me and my grammatical errors. English is not my native language soooo sorry if this sucks but, I hope you’ll still enjoy!

This is based on Taylor Swift’s song, Dear John.

You continued walking on while crying. You didn’t mind the pain in your foot. The cold wind started to seep through your white dress, making you shiver. But you couldn’t care less. You were too numb to think and feel about everything. You’re too hurt to complain. You don’t even know how many hours you’re walking, you just walked, to get away from him. To get away from them. You don’t want to see their faces anymore. You just want them to vanish in your life completely.

You finally reached your flat. The vast darkness of your room welcomed you; making you feel more alone. You wiped the falling tears briskly as you started moving to get to your bedroom. As you enter your bedroom, you saw your reflection at the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes are puffy. Your dress is a complete mess too. Seeing yourself being so broken made you cried more. I should have known. You said to yourself as you cry. You propped down to your bed, still crying. You didn’t bother to clean up or remove your heels. You just lay down there, staring at the ceiling while crying. You wished you could vanish for a moment or just get numb for a while and the feelings will just come back right after you feel alright. But it’s not happening. You’re not vanishing. You don’t feel numb. You’re still hurt.

The exhaustion hits you slowly, making the vivid ceiling blurry. You were sleepy. With the tears streaming down your face, you slowly closed your eyes, finally drifting asleep.

“Oi!” you shouted at your best friend, Dana. The two of you met at the uni. She was a literature major who entered a wrong room the first day, and it was your room. She really thought that it was her room that she even chatted you about William Shakespeare. And after that day, the two of you were inseparable. “Where’s my guitar?!” you added. “It’s in the sofa you dummy! You better kill that performance darling!” she said, smiling at you. It was your big day. You’re going to perform at the pub called, Copacabana. You’re an aspiring singer-songwriter; you’re a music major at the university you’re currently studying in.

“You’re not coming?” you asked her. “I am going Y/N! Chill!” she said, as she finished putting her lipstick on. “What’s the use of that bloody red lips Dana?!” you asked her, laughing. “I might find a hot guy there you know.” she said as a matter of fact. “So you’re going there to find a hot guy?” you pouted.

“Don’t be a baby Y/N! Of course I’m going there to support you, finding a hot guy is just a bonus.” She laughed. “Now come on before you get late!” she exclaimed.

The two of you stood still in front of the pub. A big “Copacabana” in a neon light sign welcomed you. You’re starting to get nervous.

“Dana, I think I’m going to back down.” You told her, as you fiddle with the strap of your guitar. “What?! Are you crazy?” she asked you. “We didn’t drive here just to waste my gasoline. We are now entering this pub and you’re going to perform that song!” she told you, voice is filled with conviction as she tugged you towards the bar.

A small crowd welcomed the two you it was filled with students from the university you’re studying. Some of them listen to at the band on the stage, while some of them sit on the pub’s sofa while talking with each other. You started to get nervous again. What if they don’t pay attention to me? Or they didn’t like the song? You’re overthinking again.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a man tugged you while holding out your wrist.

“Holy shit!” your best friend shouted as you got separated from her.

“Oh my god please don’t!” you plead at the man. You can see he was clearly, well, tipsy?

“I’m not really interested Sir, p-please I still have to perform!” you told him. He suddenly stopped on his tracks, body’s tensing a bit.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. You can’t clearly see his face since it was dim.

“I-I’m really sorry, I thought you’re..” he trailed. “Never mind, I mistaken you with someone else.” He added. He immediately pulled out his hands out of your wrist, apologizing again. You felt like you heard his voice before but you weren’t quite sure where. You’re still stunned with what happened. Your best friend finally reached you.

“You bastard!” Dana shouted at the man, lounging a fist on his face. You immediately pulled you’re your best friend is a fucking black belter on karate, you don’t want to cause any scene. Getting kicked out of the bar that you’re going to perform is the last thing you want to happen.

“What?! This bastard needs to learn his lesson!” she told you, still mad. Some people started looking at you now. “Let’s just g-go Dana. Quentin is probably waiting for me.” You mumbled at her, while looking down.,

“I’m really sorry.” The man told you. “I don’t really have an idea, I mistaken you as somebody else.” He added guiltily.

“Just don’t drag anyone again if you’re not quite sure who are they.” You mumbled at him, walking away. You saw your best friend snicker at the man.

“What a fucking dick.” She said rolling her eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked you, voice full of concern.

“I’m alright!” you smiled, to convince her. But you’re actually a bit scared with what happened.

“Hey Y/N! Dana!” you heard a voice called, making you turn. “I thought you’re not coming! Come on, let’s go at the back stage!” he added. That was Quentin. He’s your classmate, and they owned this bar. He helps his father manage this pub as he study. He saw you had a lot of potential so he asked his father to let you perform tonight. He also performs in the pub sometimes, but managing it is his first priority.

You finally went on the backstage. Your best friend bid goodbye to you because she went on the crowd to watch you. You were really nervous.

“Y/N!” Quentin called you again. “You alright? You’re next after them.” He spoke softly.

“I’m kind of n-nervous.” You mumbled shakily. “First time performing.” You added.

“You can do it Y/N. I heard you sang at the music room the last time, and let me tell you. It was heavenly. So don’t get nervous. Everyone will love it.” He cheered you up.

“Thanks Quen.” You smiled at him. At least your nervousness eased a bit. You finally heard the band performing bid they’re closing remarks. Shit. You told yourself. It was finally you’re time to shine.

“Go get it Y/N!” he told you, as he pushed you towards the stage.

You finally walked down the stage. A lot of people are there, watching. You’re actually shaking as you fiddle with your dress.

“Go Y/N!” you heard your best friend shout in the crowd. You heard the crowd laugh a bit, making you smile.

“H-hi!” you started. You were very nervous. “I’m Y/N. And it’s my first time performing here.” You laughed nervously.

“Just start already!” you heard someone in the crowd. It made your heart beat double. You’re already getting anxious.

“S-sing a long if y-you know the song. This is called Love of my L-Life.” You stuttered.

You closed your eyes as you started strumming down your guitar. You removed all the nervousness you felt, and you started pouring out the emotions you feel on the song. You started to get lost with music. It was your safe haven.

Oh, hurry back, hurry back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

“That was wonderful darling!” an unfamiliar voice shouted as you finish the song. You finally opened your eyes. The crowd was staring at you with complete awe. You finally bowed down after the song, rushing towards the backstage because you feel like your heart is going to explode.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you shouted, still shaking. You can hear their loud cheers and clap even though you’re already in the backstage. It was a very fulfilling moment for you since it was your first time. Smiling like an idiot, you walked out from the backstage to meet your friends. Dana is waving her hands at your direction so that you can go to them but before you can go near them, a horde of people suddenly appeared and bombarded you with tons of compliments because of your performance.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, still not getting used of the attention you’re getting. The crowd finally dispersed after they congratulated you. “Ah, finally it’s done,” you mumbled through yourself but before you can even walk away, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“You had a great performance,” the man told you, as he smiled shyly. He is wearing a white shirt paired with a wide-legged pants. He has long brown wavy hair, and dark brown eyes. His nose is pointed, and his pinkish lips is curved into a smile. He almost looked like a girl to be honest and he looked good under the dim lights of the pub. You looked at him intently. I know met him already but I don’t know where. You said at the back of your mind.

“Oh! I’m sorry for the incident earlier. I’m sorry for startling you, I mistaken you as someone else I know.” he told you, making your eyes go wide. You finally remembered him. He’s the asshole earlier ago!

“Yeah I know I’m quite an asshole earlier, I’m sorry,” he said, scratching his head. You covered your mouth from embarrassment. It was never your intention to say it out loud! “Just don’t do it again, it is never really nice to grab someone you don’t know,” you replied coldly, so that you can hide the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m really sorry,” he quietly said. You just nodded at him in agreement and finally turned your back so that you can go to your friends.

“I’m John by the way. John Deacon,” he followed up. And I’m not interested. You mumbled to yourself as you finally walked towards your friends.

Part 2?

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 5 years ago

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Until Forever - Sirius Black

Being on her own, a bit of a loner anyway, felt like a breather – even for just mere days. She never thought that she needed it as much as before. She hadn’t been chasing one relationship after another – perfectly content on her own. She smiled at the memory that popped into her mind; her best friend, heartbroken after a breakup that had costed her an entire year. The thing was no one had to be in a relationship and she meant it when she had told her that. It was an idea, forced down people’s throat until they choked on it. Women weren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Guys weren’t men unless they had sex. People weren’t lovable until they were dating each other. As wonderful as romance was — it wasn’t the only love that existed. It was not the answer to everything. She was constantly bombarded by the words “nobody loves me”, words escaping from the mouths of people who happened to be single. Love didn’t diminish just because someone didn’t want to have sex with another. In fact, it made that love more real. It made it into something that surged beyond physical attraction and surfaced level companionship. It made it unique. She knew it all too well, it was pretty to be in love. However, it was also wonderful to stop for ice cream in that beautiful dress after a wild night with three other girls. It was also wonderful to drive in the middle of the night with a bunch of people who were family. Being on her own, never phased her and this time was no different. What was different, however, was his maturity – in the age of eighteen he was more mature than almost all of her previous partners. And just like that she realized that maybe, instead of looking for other halves, people should really be piecing themselves together. And maybe, she wasn’t born unfinished. She had said her goodbyes and walked them down to the castle entrance. James and Peter hugged her; Lily kissed her cheek while Remus smiled in a way that told her it was a bit too soon. Sirius even though he did want to hug her, he winked at her as he was the first to walk away with Marlene. She had to stop worrying about him. She turned around and walked toward the kitchens, hungry and ready for the therapeutic few days in front of her. She was mumbling a song that had stuck in her mind without paying attention where she went, resulting in a collision. She apologized but he waved it off kindly until he saw her face – even without her robes, everyone knew the girl who fell from the sky. He grew distant and cold; she didn’t have to look at his robes to know that the boy was a Slytherin but what she hadn’t been expected was that particular one. “You’re the Gryffindor everyone talks about” he pointed out. She shrugged, already gathering the ingredients and preparing a big Caesar’s salad and politely asking the elves not to help her, causing the boy to smile. “…and you are?” she chimed, not really interested in his opinion. He was intrigued and grew reluctant of storming out. “Regulus Black” a simple answer made he mind freeze and think that made she had been sent to hell. Her personal hell… She shook it off fast and cooked the sliced chicken in to a hot pan – thank Zeus this place had everything. “I gain from the silence that you know my brother and you now feel awkward” he described her attitude in a nutshell. Trying not to burn her food, and remaining calm, she put the garlic, bit of olive oil and two anchovies in the food processor that had magically appeared in the counter and beat them until the garlic had completely broken down. She hummed as she transferred the sauce into to a large bowl and added the parmesan, lemon zest, lemon juice, mayonnaise and lots of pepper. He enjoyed how simple she was being, how down to earth and self-sufficient, so much so he got comfortable near her – and she noticed. “True, but still not my problem. Care for a bite?” she offered him as she was already setting two plates on the table, two glasses filled with her favorite sparkling wine and the big bowl of salad in the middle. He was startled. She was fast when she was hungry. Also, not having to wash the dishes was an added bonus of relief. He knew he had to say no, but no one else from his house was there anymore – everyone had already left and he was supposed to take the train tomorrow – and he was a bit hungry himself. She sat down next to him, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a grey shirt. He pulled of his robes, remaining in his sweater as he took the salad tongs and served her plate first and then his. She was impressed but then she remembered the way all those manners were imposed on him and took that back. She raised her glass without making a toast, waving it just a tad, and taking a generous sip. “How come you haven’t slept with my arrogant brother?” he asked nonchalant making her laugh loudly. He was entertained as he ate the tasteful lunch. “I made lunch, I should be the one asking the questions, don’t you think? But, it’s not from the lack of effort, if you must know” she answered, leaving him startled yet again. She was indeed, something else. He took notice of how unafraid she was and envied that. “Alright, it’s only fair, I suppose” he agreed. He found himself very happy – as if all of the sudden he had a sibling again and that left him shallow. She had plenty of question to ask but didn’t want to make him hurt again – he saw that and felt grateful. “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?” she asked innocently enough. If she could just change one small detain in the story… just one. Their conversation was refreshing and nice… McGonagall had almost interrupted them but her quick thinking saved it. She knew that her professor would like to discuss this with her and she also knew that she wanted to discuss something herself. She was determined – she would tell her the truth. The evening chill begun to creep inside the kitchens as they sipped their freshly brewed hot cups of tea. He had opened up in ways he never thought possible for him and she had been the most accepting person he had met. She hadn’t been sure before, but she was most certain now – she had to save the pour child. He was fifteen years old and had been surviving in a sick environment. She knew how that would play out. He was smart and she could tell but what if she could prevent all the bad things from happening? She already had the knowledge that those bad things had brought on – what if she used that in the first place? She waved him goodbye and walked towards her room – she would have to face her demons and talk to Minerva at some point, but tonight, she wanted to lay in bed and read one of her favorite books – the little prince. Maybe she would find all the answers she was looking for in the few pages of the most enticing story she had ever read.

Waking up slowly, indolently stretching, not worrying about the day before it begun, felt refreshing and new to her. She could see the freezing blizzard outside the tower but she was perfectly content with her soft, warm and cozy bed. She would take it easy, one step at a time – and today was all about blowing off steam. She got up and went to her bathroom with a very interesting idea in her head. Making sure to seal everything properly, so no steam would escape, she lighted all the candles around the room, creating an enticing atmosphere. The aromas started spreading, capturing her senses. She ran a hot shower and drenched herself in the water, which helped relax the tension in her muscles. She could physically feel the steam softening her skin. Thankfully she had everything she needed, right next to her. Applying a thin layer of black soap all over her body, she closed her eyes and remembered the hot summers she spent in the sea She let the product worked its magic for about twenty minutes – the most relaxed minutes of her recent days. Beautiful beaches, blue waters, white sand, hot sun, cold cocktails, chilled music blasting from the megaphones of the bar and sunbathing – she loved her life and she didn’t even know it back then. Every dive in the wonderful sea let her explore the underwater world and block every noise; it was just her and the water and she had never felt more alive. She had to rinse the black soap away with lukewarm water and prepared the scabbing glove by soaking it in warm water for about 30 seconds and letting it dry. Her mind traveled back to a particular memory; she was on vacation with her boyfriend and the island’s beaches were packed so they had decided to rent a small boat and go a bit further away into the sea. It had to be the best decision of her life – beautiful blue sky, mesmerizing teal waters, no one else around. She had been in the water more than three hours and her skin was all soaked up but she had fun and enjoyed herself more than ever. She rubbed the glove in circular motions all over her body to remove dead skin cells and grime. She made sure not to rub too hard, though because those gloves were abrasive and over-scrubbing could hurt her skin. She took care of everything with an almost ritual attention, as she continued her blissful experience with Moroccan red clay powder, mixing it with a splash of water and applying it to her whole body, including her hair. She was being a mermaid in her day off and she was perfectly okay with that. This time, she simply didn’t think about anything and so, twenty minutes passed without even realizing it. Rinsing it off was the last step before slathering her skin in argan oil while still moist to allow full penetration of oil goodness. She didn’t have argan oil but two creams with it and so she adjusted to that, massaging her body with them as she wrapped her hair in a soft towel and allowing herself to enjoy a few more moments before going back to reality.

It was after the Christmas lunch that Minerva kindly asked her to follow her to her office, a small study located off of the first-floor corridor, to the right of a staircase ascending to the Serpentine Corridor on the third-floor. It has a large fireplace, windows overlooking the Training Grounds and the Quidditch pitch and a sparse stone-floored bedroom behind a concealed door. Minerva was very protective of her students, especially the troubled ones, such as the Black brothers and she understood completely. She knew her backstory and what decisions led her here – and respected her the most. Having already decided to tell the whole truth, her mind didn’t twist in order to find the perfect lies, didn’t pain with thoughts. Whether she would believe her or not, that was a different question, one she had yet to see answered. She offered her one of the two armchairs by the fireplace and a cup of tea, which she gladly accepted and sat down. “I don’t know how much you are aware of but things between Sirius and Regulus are um, a bit different” she began and took a sip of her tea. This was it. “I know, not because Sirius told me; not because Regulus opened up that much. I know their relationship the way I know Dougal McGregor, the way I know Ariana and Aberfoth” she confessed and placed the cup next to her, on the small table. Minerva was shocked, to say the least. Her face was pale and her eyes wide open. “How is that possible?” she asked bewildered the girl in front of her, who was seemingly holding all the answers. She took a deep breath and spilled it all out. “Whatever I’m about to say, it will remain within these walls, please” she begged her and sure enough, Minerva understood that something bigger than both of them was taking place, as she nodded. “My birth year is 1997. As in… twenty years from now, but that you already knew. What no one know is, that I wasn’t born in this dimension. In my world, I am an archaeologist, and was supposed to begin my master’s degree. In my world, there is no magic and this, you, Hogwarts and everything and everyone in it, it’s a book – seven, actually – about a boy, Harry, who learns he is a wizard and through his eyes, we, the readers, get to discover this world. The journey begins in 1991 and results in one more war against Voldemort and too many tragedies. So, yes, I know who dies, who lives, who betrays, who loves and who hates. I know your past and future just as I know everyone else’s – and I had never felt the weight of such a big secret, hanging around my neck, trying to push me down. I didn’t plan on traveling through dimension and timelines – I don’t even know why or how that happened. At first, I thought I was in a comma and dreaming but my imagination was never that wild. And the worst thing, is not never seeing my family and friends again – it’s knowing how this story ends and not being able to change one bit. Knowing that the people I now call friends are going to suffer, that one of them is going to die and leave behind a child, the other is going to be accused of murder and spend twelve years in Azkaban, the third is going to end up alone and the fourth is going to betray his brothers not because he wanted to, but because he didn’t have a choice. So, yes, I know that the relationship between the two brothers is rocky” she let out, feeling for the first time how severe her position was, how much it weighted and how tragic her presence there was. It was the first time she said it out loud. Before Minerva spoke, she continued because she had opened the gates of hell and every demon was about to get out. “But then I think about my very existence in this world. I wasn’t supposed to be here, which means that the story is already changed and different from the one I knew. However, if that was the case, I would have been able to intervene in some way – or maybe I was here and I simply wasn’t mentioned in the story because it wasn’t a story about this time and the Marauders but about Harry. Why am I here? Just to become a witness of all those terrible things I cannot prevent from happening? Should I try to change the story? Should I tell them?” she went on without really asking Minerva – who was still trying to adjust to the new information. She believed her – she believed her despair. She wouldn’t be so hopeless if she was lying. Not only was from the future and had to adapt in her new environment, she had also – possibly – no chance of living her own life the way she was supposed to, but the single most tragic thing about her was the inevitability she was facing. Knowing the outcome and not being able to change the course of the path. Silently, waiting for the doom to come. All those months, she had said nothing. “I don’t know why you are here, but I will help you to try and change the story. I believe you. I just… I want to know. I understand that this is too much for you. However, I think that if I know, there is a possibility, I can be helpful. How is Harry?” Minerva told her truthfully. She didn’t believe her ears – she had thought that the professor would have believed she was crazy. Without a second thought, she told her everything. For the next five hours, they would talk with only truths, occasionally pausing for a sip of tea and a bite of the sandwiches Minerva had summoned out of nowhere. In her face, the girl found an ally.

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stellacolletore · 4 years ago

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08.07.2020

7th wonder of mizusawa: case closed anime: chihayafuru characters: mashima taichi/ayase chihaya, mashima reiko, oe kanade, komano tsutomu, yuusei nishida, hanano sumire, wataya arata summary: the 7th Wonder of Mizusawa doesn't make anyone wonder anymore.

Every student at Mizusawa High School knows the Six Wonders of Mizusawa by heart.

However, the same can't be said for the 7th, and majority of the student body would like to keep it that way—if only because it's about two of their most popular and respected third years, and it's something they don't want the said third years to know, lest someone's (unrequited) heart may actually end up broken.

This is how it goes: Ayase Chihaya and Mashima Taichi, despite being childhood friends (confirmed by a close friend, also known as Hanano-san), karuta club founding members, and basically an image of a picture-perfect girlfriend and boyfriend, never hooked up. In fact, both stayed single since first year.

As expected, many girls vied for Mashima-kun's heart, but no matter how pretty, kind, or charming they were, he's never reciprocated anyone's feelings. The guys, on the other hand, had long since given up hitting on Ayase-chan. She's really a beauty-in-vain who lives and breathes karuta, and, for some reason, Mashima-kun's mood turns icy whenever somebody approaches her to ask for her number.

There have been a number of suspicions about their relationship though. Maybe Ayase-chan has already been rejected by Mashima-kun (but really, it seems more plausible the other way around—Ayase-chan doesn't even have a concept of a 'girl talk', much more contemplating the possibility of dating the hottest and smartest guy in school). Maybe the two are already a couple but are keeping it a secret, because some say Mashima-kun has an iron-fisted mother who wouldn't let her son marry until she finds the perfect daughter-in-law (by some, they meant: Nishida-kun and Komano-kun). Or that they both have feelings but aren't aware of it at all (probably a side-effect of playing so much karuta in that hot clubroom?)

Nevertheless, it's already expected for the legend to live well throughout Ayase and Mashima's high school lives.

So when the unexpected happens, it's also the first time in Mizusawa High School history when there isn't a student who’s not looking forward to Monday morning.

Because, apparently, that's the day they'll know whether or not the Seven Wonders of Mizusawa will be back to six.

•••••••

It started with an incentive.

In recognition of the supposedly massive achievement of her club advisee, Miyauchi-sensei announced that anyone who will turn in a reaction paper regarding the upcoming Karuta Queen and Meijin Matches will get extra credits for her subject (and on her good side, of course).

Many tuned in long enough to write Ayase-chan, who looked like she was losing hard and fast, consoling words and phrases of 'karuta is difficult! but she's so pretty in a hakama!' Some promised themselves they'd try and pay attention until the third match, and were pleasantly surprised upon seeing Ayase-chan's comeback.

A handful were glued to their screens, two hours later, moments after celebrating their schoolmate's win, waiting for her victory interview.

They were the ones who heard Ayase-chan's message live, which, after thanking a long list of mentors, family, and friends, went:

"...A-and, Tai...Taichi. Even though you said your feelings for me are—are already fading, I...I won't let them. I won't let them! Because...you're the boy...who's worked hard with me on the tatami...all this time. So...Taichi, let's play karuta forever."

•••••••

[From: Akane-chan]

KANADE-SENPAI DID AYASE-SENPAI JUST CONFESS TO MASHIMA-SENPAI???

[From: Mika-chan]

It's game over for you Hanano huhuhu

[From: Mom]

What's Chihaya saying?! Where are you? Are you planning to play karuta for the rest of your life? What about Todai?!

[From: Oe-san]

Buchou! Were you listening to Chihaya-chan?

[From: Nishida-kun]

MASHIMA THE KARUTA-BAKA IS ALSO TAICHI-BAKA AFTER ALL — Tsukue-kun

[From: Hanano-san]

Mashima-senpai, please tell her again how you feel!

[From: Arata]

Chihaya's looking for you. When are you going to congratulate her? (And me?)

•••••••

On Monday morning, Mashima Taichi skips school.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, he's mastered the art of missing in between classes and teleporting straight to cram school after dismissal.

Then it's Thursday, and Class 1 is on their last straw, impatiently waiting for recess and the chance to finally bombard Mashima-kun about the event of the weekend. But before anyone could start launching a tirade along the lines of 'are you and Ayase-chan finally going out?' Komano-kun has approached the boy in question, engaging an unusually attentive Mashima-kun in a very long, very boring science lesson review.

Which would probably last until the break is over, if Ayase-chan herself hadn't basically barged into their classroom door.

"Taichi!"

Everyone's attention immediately latches on a disheveled version of Ayase-chan, all windswept hair (probably from running across the hallway) and wild eyes. She spots Mashima-kun who had his own gaze planted firmly on his notebooks, face almost neutral except for his rapidly reddening ears.

Chihaya takes this as a sign that he's embarrassed rather than angry, and enters the classroom. Class 1's breath is collectively held together, and for a second, it reminds her of the pause before a new card is recited, like they're in a middle of a karuta hall and not a classroom. "T-Taichi," she whispers, confidence level rapidly plummeting each second the increasing anticipation in the room makes her feel more and more self-conscious.

But Taichi's not looking at her, stance still stoic. Nonetheless, ever since she took tachi at the end of the fifth match, Chihaya knows how much she's ready to fight for the things she loves. It definitely includes him, and so she forges on, "Can you meet me at the club room after school?"

Gasps punctuate the tension-filled air, and from behind her she could hear his classmates say, 'C'mon, say yes, Mashima!'

It's then that Taichi hums a reply so silent Chihaya's sure nobody but her could hear. But the smile that instantly graces her face says it all, and in a split second, the room is in an uproar of whoops and sounds of congratulations. Taichi's resolve breaks as he buries his face in his hands, and Chihaya finally stutters, "T-thanks. Oka-okay...See you, then!"

She sprints out of the room in a flash, leaving Taichi to deal with all the exhilarated energy of Class 1 in the aftermath.

As she passes by several students who apparently have eavesdropped on the whole scenario, Chihaya catches on some of them saying, "Finally! We won't have to wonder about the 7th Wonder of Mizusawa anymore!"

What's that? She thinks, and then, I guess I'll have to ask Taichi later.

#chihayafuru #taichihaya #also posted on ao3 #come talk taichihaya with me!#mashima taichi #ayase chihaya

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huangsilks · 5 years ago

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let your walls down for me (z.cl)

summary: worries about university, SATs, and moving away weighed heavily like a burden on your shoulders. one thing you knew for sure, though, was that your friendship with him wouldn’t falter, and you found solace in that.

pairing: bestfriend!chenle x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: hhHHH this is my first actual fic and i’m not v satisfied djsjdjjfjd but i enjoyed writing it and that’s the thing that matters!! if anyone is reading this rn and wants to be friends: hi! i’m cam! i wanna make more friends 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

“you look like actual shit.” bestfriend!chenle snickers at you, a cheeky grin adorning his features as he pays close attention to the messy side bangs that fell into your face and uniform tie that was thrown on lopsidedly. you roll your eyes as he meets you on the sidewalk in front of your house, the same sidewalk you two had met each morning since second grade. chenle reaches out his hand and brushes your fallen locks behind your ears, chuckling at your irritated expression as you swat his hand away.

“well maybe if someone didn’t keep me up all night playing pubg, i would’ve woken up to my alarm.” you playfully side-eye him, knowing full well that your disheveled state was upon his insistence. flashbacks rang in your head from the night prior, a full seven hours of your life spent gaming that you’d never get back. considering you two would be uni students in just the next year, your sleep schedule was horrendous.

“we need to get more sleep than we do. you know that sleep deprivation is bad for adolescent brain development?” you nag.

“okay, okay. mom.” chenle disregards your light scolding, draping his arm over your shoulders nonchalantly. chenle was naturally a touchy person, even when you guys were little, so you were used to everything at this point— the hand-holding, the back-hugging, the general invasion of space when it came to him. admittedly, you weren’t the biggest fan of skinship, but zhong chenle was always an exception. he did it so often that people thought you two dated (not that you minded).

“your brain is so underdeveloped because you never sleep.” you tease, and he immediately feigns an overdramatic look of hurt, pushing you away from him. you beamed at his comical response. his orange locks radiated in the early morning light, and the up-turned corners of his lips stretch into a shit-eating grin.

“say that to me the next time you ask for calculus help, dipshit.” he mocks, and you stand on your tip-toes to ruffle up his hair, messing up the tangerine coloured locks (although he managed to still look good).

chenle sticks his tongue out at you, putting his arm back on your shoulder the way it was before. you were all smiles at his affectionate nature. a comfortable ambience fell over the two of you, as you basked in the undisturbed sunrise and yielded to the peaceful routine of walking to school.

“so have you asked bora to be your prom date, yet?” you inquired your best friend. jang bora was a good friend of yours both since elementary.

“it’s only the first day of senior year, it’s too early to ask her. what about you? find anyone you’d wanna go with?”

“no, not really. maybe i’ll just go alone.” you complained, scratching the back of your head. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, but nobody in particular really caught your eye.

“c’mon, don’t be like that. i know so many guys who would love to be your date, y/n.” chenle leaned in a little closer to whisper in your ears, “and i heard a rumour that park jisung wants to ask you.” he teases you with his gummy grin, a sparkle in his eye meant only for you.

“i don’t think so, chenle.” you shake off his mischievous laughter, holding back a smile of your own. “i think he’s more interested in you than me.” you add subconsciously.

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, you can be my date if bora rejects me. deal?”

“wow, chenle, i just love being your second choice.” you sardonically joke.

it was early autumn, and the typically mediocre scenery of your neighborhood seemed almost picturesque today. the muted orange hues of the fallen leaves perfectly complimented chenle’s bright ginger hair, a byproduct of some mindless bet he lost during summer. you swore that orange hair would look revolting on anyone; but he was zhong chenle, and zhong chenle looked good in everything. you still recalled the self-satisfied cackles chenle made at your widened eyes, because what the hell, chenle? how do you look that good with orange hair?

morning walks with chenle were always a safe haven for you two. all pressures to be considered ‘popular’ or ‘cool’ were reserved for the rest of the day, with other schoolmates and friends, but never with eachother. you liked starting your days off with him, opting to simply enjoy eachother’s presence rather than bombarding eachother with too much talk and mental stimulation at such an early hour. it was in these moments that you two could be at peace with yourselves.

you sigh in contentment at the foreign breeze, recognizing the first sign of autumn. to you, the messy escapades of summer— driving around in chenle’s car during the ungodliest of hours, blasting 80s rock music with the windows down so that the wind would seep into your hair— these events seemed so distant and long-gone. an image of two teenagers huddled haphazardly under a thick blanket, a twitch streamer on the laptop being the only source of light, chewing on shitty leftover pizza as you two struggled to stay awake—these were memories of a hazy dream you’d try so hard to remember. recollections of sandy flip-flops, overly competitive volleyball games, and cloud-watching at the beach, with chenle’s orange head in your lap as he dreamt lazily, airpods in his ears and sunscreen on his nose. these all were snapshots frozen in time. a time that felt lightyears away from the present, a time you’d try so hard to hold onto.

because now, it was the first day of senior year, and everything would be changing. the hustle and bustle of ap classes, sports games, student council, part-time jobs, and the pretense of a social life always kept both you and chenle on your feet. nothing would ever be the same in a few months, as the never-ending questions about university would loom over everyone, the topics of scholarships and SATs and moving away constantly being thrown around. it was all so overwhelming, so burdensome. one thing you knew for sure, though, was that your friendship with chenle wouldn’t falter, and you found solace in that alone.

you were zhong chenle’s best friend since second grade — he was intelligent, charismatic, well-rounded, and widely popular towards the entirety of the school. he assumed the role of student council treasurer, the soccer team’s infamous right midfielder, and subject to much talk amongst the females in your highschool. but with you, he was just zhong chenle, the sweet boy who moved in two doors down from you when you were 9. there was no facade your eyes couldn’t see past.

“hey, y/n?” chenle begins, and you glance up at him next to you, peering through your eyelashes. “can i ask you, like, a serious question?” you nod at your best friend, caught off gaurd by the sudden question.

“does the future ever scare you?” he ponders nervously. you pause in your steps, thinking of the right words to say. chenle looks at his feet, avoiding your eye contact.

“well, whether we like it or not, the future is going to happen, right? and i don’t think there’s any point in fearing the inevitable. the best we can do is try adjust to the changes and enjoy the ride.” you admit, honestly. and if you were anyone else, chenle might’ve laughed at the cheesy answer, might’ve made a joke about how you made everything too serious and tried to lighten the situation. but it was you, and he could trust you with anything.

“but y/n. everything is going to change in a few months. there’s final exams, graduation, and prom. but after that, it’s all just a jumble of ambiguous what-ifs. nothing is assured anymore. i never told you this, but i might have to move away for my soccer scholarship. i’ve never lived away from home and i don’t... i don’t think i can handle it. it’s too much all at once.”

his sudden rant of emotion was laced with anxiety and stress. you instinctively take his larger hand into yours, feeling how shaky and clammy they had become. you knew it took a lot out of him to finally admit those words to you.

“i know how you feel, chenle. but you’re strong. you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you, every single time. you can handle this, too.”

“but— but what if i never come back? the thought of losing everything and everyone scares me, so much.... i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

his anxious words drifted into the autumn wind, ringing through your mind like a mantra. zhong chenle constantly tried so hard to be perceived as perfect and flawless to the whole world, that sometimes it was shocking when he let his walls come down to you. you don’t respond at first, not sure what to say to his vulnerable confession; so you don’t respond immediately, and instead, you took his face into your hands and stared him in the eyes, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. you hold out your arms and wrap them around his taller frame, saying nothing for a few moments. you two were silent during this intimate time. when you pulled back, his surprised eyes were filled with tears.

“i know you, zhong chenle. you will get through this. and plus, i’ll never leave your side. it’s always going to be you and me, ok? wherever you go.” you assure him, beaming optimistically. and you meant every word.

he blinked away the tears and laughed, “thank you, y/n, for being my best friend. thank you for staying with me all these years... i love you.” his words left you taken aback. in all your years of friendship, chenle never told you he loved you. you wiped his tears away with your sleeve and laughed at his sad expression.

“awww, i love you too, you dummy. you know that right? now stop crying, you look like a baby.”

chenle snakes his arms around your waist and pinches your sides, sending a tickle jolting up your body. you slap his forearm as he chortles jubilantly in response.

“ow! nevermind, i take it back. i totally hate you.” you mock.

(you love him. very, very much).

he holds your hand all the way to school, and you know that wherever life brought you two in the following months, despite the anxious discussions on university and scholarships and moving away, zhong chenle would always be yours.

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my-emotional-self · 5 years ago

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Surprise at Comic Con

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: swearing and fluffy fluff

Request: Hi Emily! I don’t know if you’re taking in any requests right now. But I had this idea for a while. So since ACE Comic Con just happened, could you write something where the reader is Chris’ girlfriend where they’ve been together for a year now and they’ve kept it private. They haven’t seen each other since Chris has been so busy and the reader (who’s probably a big nerd/geek like Chris) then found out about Ace Comic Con and decided to surprise him during the photo op and autograph.

Requested By: @princenyaz

You were in the spare bedroom if Chris’ house, or rather, your house now too, putting up all your Funk Pop’s onto the new shelf you had just bought. Arranging them to your liking, you stood back and admired your hard work, giving a nod and a smile.

The song ‘Africa’ by Toto began to play throughout the room, always causing you to chuckle. It was your ringtone for Chris and had been since the two of you heard it for the first time together and sang loudly and crazily back and forth to each other.

Picking it up you swiped on the green button. “Hey baby,” you said with a bright smile.

“Hi sweetheart,” Chris replied on the other line. It felt so good to hear his voice as you hadn’t heard from him, at least on the phone, in two days. He had been working on filming back in Boston for his limited series show and was so busy, the two of you managed to only get some texting in over the last few days.

“I miss you so much Chris,” you said with sadness, sitting down on the futon in the room.

Chris sighed on the other end and you suddenly felt guilty, not wanting him to feel that way. You knew he worked hard and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel bad. “I miss you too Y/N. More than you will ever know.”

There was a long pause, the two of you just sitting there together on the phone, listening to each other’s breathing.

“What are you up to?” Chris finally managed to ask through a yawn.

“I finally took a week off work so I could really begin to unpack my boxes. I’m currently in my fun room,” you explained, getting comfortable on the futon that was full of Marvel decorated throw pillows.

That got a chuckle out of Chris, making you giggle in response. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now. You had met him through your mother as she became close friends with Chris’ mom over the last couple of years. Two months ago before Chris set off to Boston to start filming, he asked you to move in with him and you couldn’t say no; you had fallen head over heels for the man.

So while he has been away in Boston, you began to move your stuff from your Los Angeles apartment and into his house. Your relationship with him had been kept private from the media; the two of you wanting to keep things to yourselves for as long as possible before getting bombarded with the world of the media.

“What are you thinking about?” his soft voice questioned through the speaker.

You let yourself smile. “How big this house is when I’m all alone in it and how much I just want to fly out there and smother you with hugs and kisses. Hell, I don’t even care if the media sees,” you chuckled the last part.

“I agree,” Chris replied. “It is lonely in that house with nobody else. And I wouldn’t mind you smothering me with kisses, no matter in private or not.”

The two of you talked for a bit longer, cherishing the moment. But Chris began to yawn so much you could barely make out what he was saying. “Baby, you need to get some rest,” you urged.

“Yeah-yeah I probably should.”

“Get back to the house and go cuddle Dodger and dream of me tonight.”

“I always dream of you.”

~~~

Another three weeks had passed and you were missing Chris more than ever. It was coming up on nearly three months of not seeing him. You knew coming into this relationship that it would most definitely be a possibility go to this long without seeing him, but you were dealing with it the best you could.

What sucked the most is that your one year relationship was in three days, on Saturday and Chris was going to be stuck in Seattle doing ACE Comic Con. He had to back out of the last two he went to and he was so disappointed in himself by letting his fans down.

Settling down with a glass of wine that night, an idea popped into your head. Grabbing your laptop, you found the website and smiled when you saw there were still tickets available. Ever since you had moved in with Chris, your bank account has been growing as you didn’t have to pay for your own apartment anymore. While you fought Chris to help pay for the mortgage on this home, he refused; but he said you could help out with monthly bills.

Knowing your work would be closed Friday and Monday for renovations, you had a long weekend and going to surprise him would be made easier.

That night, you went to sleep with a smile and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you surprised him.

~~~

It took everything in your will power to not ask what hotel he was staying at because all you wished to do was go straight to his hotel room to see him. It had been almost a quarter of your relationship since you’d last seen Chris.

That Saturday, you stood in line for the photo op and you were nervous as hell. Knowing Chris, these things sometimes stressed him out and gave him and anxiety and you hoped by surprising him, he wouldn’t become more stressed.

The worker by the curtain opened it up and you made your way inside. Chris was looking down at the floor and you could see he was tired; but once he lifted his head and saw you, your whole world stopped.

“Y/N?” he gaped in shock; eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “What are you doing here?” Chris rushed over to you and scooped you up in his arms. His lips crashed to yours and you stood there shocked for a second before finally melting into his touch.

“Surprise,” you said with a bright smile as he pulled away from your lips; his arms still wrapped around your torso.

“We’ve got to keep it moving,” one of the workers said and Chris had an annoyed look on his face.

The two of you moved into position, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another’s torso. You gazed lovingly into his eyes, just as he did to you as they snapped the picture.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered into his ear, giving him a wink.

~~~

You weren’t lying when you said you would see him soon as you were now standing in line for the autograph session. It seemed a bit weird, being his girlfriend and paying for his photo and autograph but you didn’t care; the look on his face when he saw you was everything you hoped for.

Sneaking a glance at him, he saw you standing in line and gave you a quick wink.

“Oh my god did you see that?” the person standing next to you asked excitedly to her friend. “He just winked in this direction! Do you think he winked at me?”

You tried not to giggle, knowing full and well he was winking at you. It also made you feel a bit bad because he had some die-hard fans and they didn’t know that he was dating anyone; let alone you.

The worker motioned you over to the table and you set down the photo the two of you took at the photo op. “I love this picture,” he gushed with admiration as he began to write on it with his sharpie.

Your fingers began to fidget together as he kept sneaking glances up at you. He turned the picture back to you and you didn’t even look to see what he wrote. “Thank you Chris,” you said, giving him your own wink and not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves.

He gave a polite nod, thank you himself and the two of you laughed before you walked away. Stopping just a few feet from the table, you looked down to see what he wrote.

You are amazing

Happy 1 year anniversary baby

I love you

Xoxo Chris

Your mouth hung open, your eyes zeroing in on those three specific words. Even though it had been a year of dating, the two of you had not said those words to each other yet. Turning around with tears in your eyes, you saw Chris looking at you, a delightful smile on his lips. He nodded his head, letting you know what he wrote was true as your heart raced in your chest.

“I love you too,” you mouthed to him, wiping a tear from your eye.

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lupusxdei-a · 4 years ago

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SELF PARA FOR THE MUSE: PARK SEOL-JU.

Featuring: Yours cutely, LIM CHE-RI.

Honourable mentions: JAEWOO (@ the cosmicsens), MOON JAEHYUN.

“The results are in?” “I think so! Wait, they are!” “Who do you think is first?” “I’ll be damned if it’s not Chief Kim.” “That’s just because you have a thing for him.” “Shut up! Are you crazy? Talking loud like that, somebody might hear you.” “You’re not denying it.” “I’m not confirming it either! Don’t be a bitch, Sohee.” “I’m just messin with you. Oh, this way. Let’s go. Oh, there’s Park!” “That’s a haggard look if I’ve ever seen one, do you think she failed? She might have seen the results already.”

Haggard, what was that supposed to mean? One foot in front of the door, dragging her feet across the pristine clean hallways of SNU’s Hospital, Park Seol-ju stared right ahead as she made her way forward, her one and only goal to see if she had passed or failed her exams. One year ago, if someone asked her just how ambitious she was about her exams, she would have said, right off the bat: I’m going to be top of the class, mark my words. Top of the class. She could only scoff at the idea. Perhaps Sohee and Eunju were right, perhaps Chief Kim was number one. On the top of the world. He might have climbed there just so that he could continue looking down at the masses - at the small following of nurse, intern and resident fans he had acquired based on his stereotypically handsome looks, at the juniors who only wished they could be like him. If she was on top of the world, Seol-ju wondered, what would she do? There was no fanbase to look down upon, and she was certain that among her juniors there was only a small gaggle of individuals who might see something worth admiring inside of her.

“Oh, my God, look at that!” somebody gasped.

“Chief Kim! Congratulations,” somebody added. In her peripheral vision, Seol-ju caught Chief Kim being embraced by one of their colleagues, to which Kim responded by putting an arm back around his fellow doctor - was that Lee Myungsoo congratulating, Seolju thought? So he was number one. Taking a deep breath, Seol-ju found herself a spot in the crowd staring at the screens above and started to look for her name, not from the top down as the majority did, but from the bottom up, and as she climbed further without finding her own name, her ears started to ring, her foggy brain taking her back, much against her will, to this same exact moment, years and years ago, when she was looking at placement results of her first year of high school final exams.

Jiwon was number nine. Cheolsoo had not even made it in the top fifty. Taewoo was nearly a tie with number twenty-eight. Soo-ahn was number two. Seol-ju, who had spent days and nights preparing for the exams, eagerly searched for her name and felt a cold wave washing over her when she saw, at number three: PARK Seol-ju. Number three.

“Holy crap!” Jiwon who was right next to her exclaimed. She spun around and yelled, “Hyoju-yah, congratulations!”

Seol-ju looked up at number two: LEE Soo-ahn.

Number one: PARK Hyo-ju.

Her ears began to ring. Her heart, heavy, filled with lead, slowed down to a rhythm that was just enough for her to survive. Number one: PARK Hyo-ju. The words kept rushing through her head, at first at the pace of bewildered bees looking for their suddenly lost queen and then slowing down to the pace of her aching heart, sending waves of throbbing pain throughout her chest and abdomen.

“What? You’re kidding, no way!” Hyoju said, craning her neck to look at the screen. “CRAP!”

“Congratulations, Hyoju,” Soo-ahn, who had been on Seol-ju’s other side, said tentatively. Seolju could hear it, the strained tone of his voice, the hesitation as his eyes lingered on the older of the twins. Before walking away, he squeezed Seolju’s forearm, offering her a moment’s worth of gravity, to keep her from drifting out of her very being and into...Outer space, or wherever it would be that the winds of what she thought of as cruel, cosmic fate would take her.

That night, Hyoju and she had a fight. Hyoju had been in the bathroom, combing her freshly washed hair when Seolju approached, saying, “Cheater.”

She watched as Hyoju’s nose and forehead wrinkled in confusion. Hyoju looked at Seolju through the mirror, locking their eyes in a belligerent stare as she asked, “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you copying from Soo-ahn. I wonder what mom and dad would say if I told them that.” Just two hours ago, their parents had bombarded their younger twin with praises and excitement. And nothing but a bland congratulatory wish to their older twin. Pathetic, Seolju thought.

“I wasn’t copying. You’re finally running out of things to accuse me of, huh?” Her comb got stuck in a patch of hair, causing her to hiss through her teeth as she tried to disentangle it.

“I know what I saw. And it’s just the two of us here, Hyoju-yah, you don’t need to pretend.” Taking a step inside, Seolju reached for the scented candle glass and blew it out, sniffing the smoke that came twirling upwards in a vortex of apple and cinnamon.

“Look, if you’re so sure, why don’t you go tell mom and dad, then? Don’t stop there,” the comb finally smoothed through the patch and Hyoju could continue her fight with the left side, finding this one far more agreeable with the brushing. “Go and tell the teachers. The principal. I’m sure they’d love to investigate.”

Seol-ju paused, glancing at her sister. Her cold tone, her blatant lies, tugged at each string of Seolju’s nerves. She wanted, so hard, to grab that comb and pluck out every single strand of Hyoju’s hair. One right after the other. “You know. Maybe I just will do that. Starting with mom and dad.” With the glass in her hand still, Seolju turned around, wondering how she could prove what she had seen, when Hyoju stopped brushing and said, “You’re just mad, aren’t you? That you’re nobody’s number one anymore.”

Seolju stopped in her steps and stared ahead. “What?”

“You’re just mad that I outdid you in something that you’re always so good at.” Hyoju snorted. “Is that it? You’re mad that Jiwon and I got closer, and that Taewoo is not paying so much attention to you, so you’re just taking it out on me.”

Seolju turned around slowly, her eyes bloodshot with anger. She was simmering, and slowly but surely Hyoju was bringing her to a boil. “What. Did you say?” Her hand was squeezing the candle glass, threatening to crush it right between her fingers.

“I said you’re just jealous.”

The glass flew towards Hyoju, missing her head by half a foot. Hyoju screamed as the glass shattered against the bathroom mirror, breaking that too. That night, Seolju was grounded by her parents for the first time. One month of no hanging out with her friends, no television, no comic books, no leisure time whatsoever. She had never got a chance to prove Hyoju had only got to number one because she cheated, either. With an injured hand and a wounded pride, all Seolju could do at that time was simmer with rage.

“You’re just jealous,” Sohee giggled, the tone of her voice a perfect imitation of Hyoju. She turned around and looked at Seolju. “Congratulations, Doctor Park.”

“What?” Seolju asked in a haze as her heart beat increased. She could not find her name. Up and up she went and it was not...any...Where. Wait.

“You’re number two! You and Chief Kim really beat us all.” Sohee exclaimed.

And truly, right under Kim’s name stood: PARK Seol-ju. Number two.

She exhaled. Somebody embraced her from behind, thin arms hanging from her neck. It was Che-ri. The nurse placed a sloppy kiss on Seolju’s cheek.

“Congrats, bitch. I knew you could do it. We’re all going to celebrate tonight, you must come.”

Seolju shook her head and wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure I’m coming.”

“Don’t be stupid, it’s a party for the Top Ten. Come on, don’t make me go there if you’re not gonna come.”

“Fine,” Seolju sighed and turned around. “I’ll see you tonight then.” As she was walking away, the texted two people:

Private Ahn 🐰 and Ugly Brat💀: I’m number two. I passed. xx

#( — seolju x development. )#CONGRATULATIONS TO MY BBY FOR BECOMING A REAL™ TRAUMA SURGEON

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gyllenhaalics · 5 years ago

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Pygmalion

This is for the lovely and inspiring @jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup (a.k.a @ijustreallylovezebras)’s Crisis Writing Challenge

The prompt was: “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

A/N: I registered under my main natdoesthings

Warning: This is trippy af. It's loosely based on the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. Don't worry, no drug is involved, Jake just decides to trip his balls reading a script.

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x imaginary lover

Summary: If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This is purely fictional.

Word count: 1200+

Tag: @realovesthings (it’s not smut, but definitely caffeinated)

"Jake, you have to make up your mind."

"About?"

The director pinches the creases between his eyebrows and lets out a long sigh. He lays down a list of names in front of the actor. These are the actresses who have auditioned for the leading female role. Jake takes a look through the names and the written notes next to them. Many of the names are unfamiliar, but some stand out. Either they are famous in the industry, or he has worked with them before.

"I think I've made myself clear about this."

Jake tries to be as polite as possible, but he almost can't hide his displeasure. None of these women fits the role. The director starts to regret letting him take part in the casting process. But since the actor is also the EP who single-handedly finances this whole production, he couldn't say no to Jake's request.

"Jake, I'm going to be blunt. You're being difficult."

"No, I'm being thorough. You know how important this project is to me."

Jake stands up from his chair and takes long strides outside. He needs to get some fresh air. He finds himself just as annoyed and frustrated as the other man. The actor buries his face into his hands. He exhales, trying to relieve the stress.

Jake knows it's unfair of him to reject everyone like the way he did. Some of the auditions were genuinely great, but none feels right for him. There is always something amiss. If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

...

Her.

His eyes strain on the actress in front of him, trying to take in everything. He can hear her voice, but he cannot pay attention to the words. The resemblance is too striking. Her face, even down to the imperfections, looks like it has been carved out from the script. Her voice seeps into his mind like the sweetest nectar, exactly how he has imagined it. And her body. God, what he wouldn't give to hold her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her body against his.

After finishing her line, the actress turns her head and meets his intense gaze. Jake swallows his guilt. He feels like he has defiled her with the way he looks at her, but she doesn't look like she was offended. And then she smiles at him. A jolt of shock runs down Jake's spine.

...

Jake springs from his bed. His shirt is damp, his ears are ringing, and there is a terrible thumping in his chest. The script slightly crumples under the weight of this hand. He must have fallen asleep reading it last night.

"You feeling alright?"

The actor quietly shakes his head. The director pats Jake on his slouching back. He has agreed to reassess some of the auditions in the hope of finding something. Jake has no clue what he wants to find, but he's even more miserable than before.

That night wasn't the only time she appears. Since then, she has frequently come to him in his dream. Sometimes she is a nobody actress auditioning for the role. Sometimes he sees them both on the set talking to each other, though he can never remember what she says. But the worst ones are the nightmares of him sitting alone in the dark auditorium, watching her on the silver screen. Her images fill his vision as she wraps her arms around "him", and "Jake" has her in his embrace as well.

"I understand, I do. But don't let this get to your head, Jake."

He knows what his colleague is going to say next. Jake shuts his eyes as if that would also block the words out of his mind. He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to accept it, even though he knows how irrational it may be.

"She isn't real, Jake. She's just a..."

"I love her."

If it has gotten to this point, he doesn't care anymore. It was a bad idea to confide his feelings to the director. He soon understood nobody could understand. How can they? It is too bizarre to claim he is in love with a fictional character. Even Jake knows that, but he cannot stop loving her, cannot stop yearning for her. And every day, he has to wake up with the realization that she doesn't exist. That is the true nightmare.

"That makes no fucking sense."

The other man scoffed as he pushes a glass of brow liquid toward Jake. How does anyone expect him to respond to that?

"I loved her against reason."

Jake mumbles, hiding his face on the bar table. The rest of his words is unintelligible.

"Excuse me? Was that Charles Dickens?"

Jake doesn't respond. He has finally lost it. The director thinks to himself as he downs the whole shot of whiskey, then proceeds to pour himself another. This project will most likely get scraped if they cannot agree on the leading actress. And while he has a few names in mind, it's useless if Jake refuses to work with her.

"Hey, why did you write her that way?"

It takes a moment for the director to register that Jake was talking about the script.

"I thought I told you already, did you forget? I didn't write it."

Jake lifts his face. It seems he did forget about something like that. The director never repeated that piece of information because he didn't think anyone would care. After all, it's not like they're stealing from anyone, they're still going to give the writer proper credit.

"A friend of mine wrote it. I read the script and immediately thought of you, it's like it was written with you in mind, Jake. So I made an offer and told her I would try to get you onboard."

"And?"

"She was thrilled, but when I asked her to come here. She declined."

Just when the director is about to take another sip of whiskey, Jake grabs his shoulders. The actor starts bombarding him with questions. Half of those questions may have been too private for him to answer. He may have told Jake that she is currently in this city to work on another of her projects. And he may also have blurted out she's renting his apartment. Jake rushes out of the bar, grabs his coat, and stumbles a few times on the way.

He finds himself standing across the street, looking at a moderately sized apartment building. He kind of regrets now. For all he knows, this has only been a hazy daydream for him. What if she looks nothing like the woman from his dream, which is most likely the case? Maybe he has had one too many drinks. Maybe he should go now before someone thinks he's a stalker.

As Jake moves his feet, planning on leaving, he hears a burst of familiar laughter coming from the other side of the road. He frantically looks for the source of it, and there he finds her. She is greeting the doorman, her back facing him. He can only see the outline of her cheeks and jawline, and the body frame that's well hidden underneath a thick winter coat.

But that's enough.

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chemicalcindercat · 4 years ago

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Frisk freed the monsters from the underground, completing a true-pacifist run. She was living happily on the surface with her monster family. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. When Frisk gets hit by a car on her way over to Sans house, everything changes. Not only does Frisk forget herself, her friends, and all of her adventures in the Underground, but something else has changed. Frisk glitches the Multiverse.

Chapter Summary: Frisk finally gets to go home! ...Turns out normal life isn’t quite as easy as she expected.

Chapters (8/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T (For violence and hints of adult themes)

Relationships: Sans x Frisk, Underfell Sans x Frisk, Underswap Papyrus x Chara, Slight Underswap Sans x Frisk

Additional Tags: Amnesia, Lost memories, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, ...Have I mentioned there is Hurt/Comfort?, Hurt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Goat Mom is best mom (Undertale), King Fluffy-Buns - Freeform, Sad Asgore (Undertale), Female Frisk (Undertale), Aged up Frisk (Undertale), Like duh she’s an adult i’m not a pedo, gross, Verbal Frisk, Frisk has a voice in her head, Sans is a depressed bean, Papyrus is so innocent, Frisk glitched the multiverse, oh whoops, spoiler alert, more tags will be added as we progress

Frisk was confused, to say the least.

It had only been 4 days, but to Frisk she was stuck in the hospital for an eternity. She was bombarded by everyone who cared enough about her to visit her in the hospital, which was basically the whole town (or at least, it felt like it to Frisk). Monsters of all kinds came to see her, claiming she was their "savior". Was she supposed to know them? Whenever she tried to remember anything, her mind was completely blank, apart from the headache she got from trying too hard. To her, it was as if nothing had happened before her "accident". As if she just woke up in the hospital and that was that. If it wasn't for the people visiting her, it would've been as if she hadn't even existed before then.

It took the poor girl a while to adjust. For one thing, there were a lot of new faces. Toriel and Asgore, her adopted parents, seemed pretty nice. They visited her every single day. The taller skeleton, Papyrus, enjoyed bringing her homemade food, and even though it wasn't the best, she smiled and choked it down regardless. (Besides, it wasn't any worse than hospital food. At this point Frisk was practically living off of the pies Toriel brought her.) Undyne and Alphys brought her the first five seasons of Mew Mew: Kissy Cutie, so that once the sixth season started airing, she could go to their house and watch it with them. These five were the ones who came to visit Frisk the most frequently. Countless other monsters had stopped by, but none of them quite enough for her to remember their names. Other than that, Flowey stayed in the hospital room with her at all times, pretending to be a regular flower if any nurses or doctors were in the room. He was grumpy, and a bit rude, but Frisk got the impression that he genuinely cared for her.

On the other hand, The whole She-Freed-The-Monsters-From-The-Underground-And-They-Were-Free-To-Live-On-The-Surface-Now-Thing was terribly confusing to Frisk. It was weird to her that everyone was so thankful to her. Even though she freed them, she didn't remember it, and when you suddenly wake up in a hospital bed, with no memories, the last thing you expect is for you to be someone's savior.

Another thing that made no sense to Frisk was Sans. She hadn't seen him since he found out that she lost her memories; He hadn't come to visit her at all since then. It didn't matter that much, though, because he was probably just busy, and four days isn't a long time to not visit someone.

Still, she couldn't forget the way he looked at her, when she announced she had amnesia… But regardless, she obviously had a family who loved her and cared about her, and even though she was sure there were so many memories she was missing about each person, Frisk was just happy she wasn't alone in this.

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The first time Frisk had gotten a good glimpse of herself in the mirror was on her third day in the hospital. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but what greeted her certainly wasn't it. Sure, she knew she had brown hair from the tips of her locks she caught every now and then, but she didn't realise just how brown it was. And her big brown eyes were adorable. Frisk loved it, and she couldn't wait to see what she would look like after she got home and brushed her hair so it wasn't so tangled.

Home. Where exactly was that? She knew she lived with Toriel (from what Flowey had said the first day), but she was a little nervous to see the place.

The next day, that was exactly what she was about to do. Frisk's doctor had finally let her out after four long and exhausting days. Putting her on bed rest, he instructed she take it extremely easy, getting as much rest as possible. With that, she was being led out of her room, just barely having enough time to grab Flowey and his pot, before she was brought down the stairs and out the front doors…

....And right into the sun.

The sun, the grass, the blue, blue sky. It was all so....beautiful! Indescribably so! All she could manage was a small "Wow," receiving a grunt from Flowey. A light breeze ruffled Frisk's messy hair, swirling around some fallen cherry blossom petals. Cherry blossom trees! Oh, they were magnificent! And to think they had been right here all along. If she had looked out her window in the hospital room, she could've seen them, but she was almost happy she didn't. It made the moment that much more special. Frisk had a strange, happy feeling. This felt so familiar, and yet she couldn't recall being here before. Thinking it was just her amnesia, she shrugged it off. Toriel and Asgore waited over by a car, waving over their child(ren). When Frisk came over, Asgore couldn't stop himself from pulling Frisk into a giant bear hug. She grunted, almost dropping Flowey. It made her a little uncomfortable, but she was willing to put up with it more for Asgore's sake than for hers.

"Asgore," Toriel scolded in a weird tone. "Be careful. You don't want to scare her away when she must feel very lost and confused."

Asgore pulled away from Frisk almost immediately. "I'm so sorry! I hope I wasn't overstepping my boundaries!" He apologized. Toriel and Asgore exchanged looks of sadness and worry.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong!" Frisk exclaimed. "I… I'm so sorry…"

"We know you don't remember us, and we know it's not your fault at all! Please, don't think this is your fault, my child!" Toriel said. "Because it absolutely isn't. We just....it was so painful, having Sans show up in the kitchen holding you. You just...looked so broken! And when we got to the hospital, it felt like years passed before you woke up. We didn't know what was going to happen." Toriel's eyes started to water. "We hate how much it must hurt for you to not be able to remember anything, but we are just so, so happy that nothing worse happened! For all we knew, we c-could've lost you!"

Frisk felt bad. She wasn't the only one suffering from this. She wondered what exactly happened for her to end up like this. The doctor told her she was hit by a car, but how did that happen? Was she really that careless, or was the driver not paying attention?

Now that Frisk thought about it, Toriel said Sans had showed up in the kitchen with her. How did he find her? How did Sans know she was hit, or know that something had gone wrong and she had been hurt? Frisk had a feeling there was way more to that skeleton than he let on, and she would get straight down to the bottom of it. She just needed to figure out one question: Who was Sans the skeleton to her?

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After three days of doing nothing but sitting around watching anime, the only way Frisk could convince Toriel to let her go to school was if she was in a wheelchair, and brought Flowey with her. It wasn't that Frisk couldn't walk; She was perfectly fine besides her amnesia. It was just that Toriel was taking the doctor's orders of "bed rest" very seriously. And that was how after being awake for only a week, Frisk was off to school in a wheelchair, carrying a flower pot.

At school, her best friend Monster Kid (seriously, how many 'best friends' did Frisk have?) was really worried about her.

"What happened, are you alright? Why are you in a wheelchair, can you not walk anymore? I'm so sorry I couldn't come to visit you in the hospital, my parents wouldn't let me. They said I had too much homework to do."

"It's alright," Frisk said, smiling softly. "But there is something you should know…"

When her teacher had announced to the class about Frisk's accident, and how she had amnesia, nobody was more shocked than Monster Kid. Yet he still helped her around (by pushing her wheelchair with his face), introduced her to people, helped her with her classwork, and played it off like a joke.

"Wow, Frisk, you really managed to get yourself into trouble this time, huh?" He laughed, despite the fact that he was wheeling her to the cafeteria by pushing her wheelchair with his face. She just giggled and smiled, nodding her head.

Lunchtime was a nightmare. Everyone wanted to introduce themselves to Frisk, and explain stuff to her.

"...And then I came here to school today." Frisk said, having just been asked to tell her story again for the 15th time.

"So are your legs really broken?" Asked a small turtle monster, having not really paid attention to the story.

Wow, people really don't listen, huh? Asked the voice in Frisk's head. Frisk chose to ignore it, instead simply explaining that no, she had not broken her legs, she just hit her head and was told to take it easy. Suddenly everyone started crowding Frisk, all asking questions at the same time, most of which she had already answered. She tried her best to answer as many as she could, but she was getting very overwhelmed, and her headache was returning. Flowey must've noticed, because one moment he was scowling at everyone, and the next he had vines up in the air, making himself look bigger than he was, and hissing at all of the school kids.

And that was how one little flower managed to empty an entire cafeteria, except for Frisk and Monster Kid, in less than 30 seconds.

Remind me not to get on his bad side, Frisk asked the voice in her head.

Noted.

#amnesia #frans #frisk #sans #chapter 3 #poor monster kid hahaha #you have to admire his spirit though #hmmmmm #a mysterious voice #i wonder who that could possibly be #i dunno~#also #isnt Flowey just the best #fanfic #undertale

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elizabeth-234 · 6 years ago

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Chapter Eight

Someone to Care

Chapter Seven

“You will never guess what happened.” She said as she sat down across from Ned in the lunchroom. Peyton opened her brown sack lunch and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an apple with a prominent brown spot. Ned looked up from his chicken salad sandwich and smiled, a piece of lettuce falling from his mouth. Peyton indicated where it rested on his shirt and he hastily picked it off. She had been practically vibrating all morning, waiting for the right time to tell Ned.

“I got accepted to an internship program I applied to.” Peyton smiled wide and Ned stared back.

“For who?”

She knew that’s exactly what he would ask first and casually lifted her hand to her face in order to pretend to examine her nails.

“Oh, just at Stark Industries.”

She would’ve given anything to get a picture of Ned’s expression in that moment. He calmly set his sandwich down, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and leaned across the table. In the most serious tone he said, “Peyton, would you mind repeating that for me? I thought I heard you say that you got an internship with Stark Industries. A company famous for not having interns.”

“Well, my dear friend. I am pleased to say that your hearing is still perfect and I can confirm that is precisely what I said.”

“Dude, no way. That’s awesome!” His quick enthusiasm for her was just one of the many reasons Ned was an amazing best friend.

They did their secret handshake. It started with a fist bump, handshake to elbow touch, and blast off with jazz fingers. Their original handshake had begun as a simple fist bump but slowly, over their friendship, had become longer and more complicated. It even transformed depending on the occasion, most notably adding a series of claps adapted from The Parent Trap, one of their favorite movies.

She had known objectively that Ned would be happy for her, but still, she worried. He was such a good friend and maybe this was his breaking point. He had been trying all freshman year to get an internship somewhere. They all said that although he had great promise, to come back in a few years. He needed to get some notches on his belt and once he was older, they would welcome him with open arms. It was difficult to watch the excitement in his face turn to disappointment with every letter that came back. He hadn’t been his normal, happy self all year, adding to Peyton’s guilt of not telling him everything.

“Really, congrats. What are you going to be doing there?”

“Oh, you know, nothing big. I’ll just be cleaning beakers, getting coffee, and paperwork. That sort of thing, probably.”

Peyton felt bad lying to her friend but her resolve stood strong. This was safer for him. Better to not know the real reason or what she was actually going to be doing.

The bell rang and they headed to English, one of her least favorite subjects. Ned and her sat of opposite sides of an isle. So, although technically easy to pass notes, the gap for the walkway caused some slight problems. This hour Ned was not to be deterred. He passed her the first note.

N: So when does it start? You still coming over to help build the Death Star? Can’t believe you are going to be working with Tony Stark! (That was underlined twice.)

P: This weekend actually! Starting off helping with some sort of convention and I know! More like working for him. Rain check on our plans?

N: That started fast. You better be ready to build away when you get back and you have to tell me everything!

Ned was in the middle of passing his response when it was snatched out of his hand.

“Hey! Give that back” Peyton whispered furiously. A dull red creeping up her neck. She really didn’t want the news of her internship to spread around the school and, knowing Flash, he would spread the news like wildfire.

“Just hand it over,” Ned chimed in trying to whisper so he wouldn’t bring the teacher’s attention. Flash continued walking to the garbage at the front of the classroom, giving them a smile over his shoulder. He made sure it was hidden in front of Mrs. Roma but as soon as he turned around, opened and read it on his way back to his seat. A frown replaced his smile. Peyton watched, head turning to follow his movements as he passed her. He deftly moved out of the way of her outstretched hand. But did not dodge the second hand that stole the letter out of his fingers. MJ, who sat two seats behind her, brought it up in a kind of salute and slide it into her bag. Hopefully, she would return it later.

Peyton swung her body forward again at a question directed at her.

“And what, Miss Parker, is the significance of Caliban using the language that Prospero taught him, against him in the end?”

“Um. Well, I think. It has to be because. I’m sorry, I don’t know Mrs. Roma.”

“And that class, is why it is important to pay attention to our discussion and not to others. Now, please turn to act one scene two to look at this fascinating interaction.”

She brought her palms under her thighs and squeezed her body tense. Peyton had known the answer, having read the exact scene on the subway to school this morning but Flash had distracted her. She didn’t want him reading their note. It was none of his business and it was rude. But, she should have been paying attention and not let him get under her skin so much.

Although English wasn’t her favorite subject, she still enjoyed being at school. Contrary to popular opinion among teenagers, Peyton loved the classroom setting. She could sit listening all day to her peers spout their knowledge. Discussions were even better. When two of her classmates might disagree but heard the one another out and learned from it was one of Peyton’s favorites. School was a place where she could be just Peyton and be good at something all herself. It was one of the reasons she worked so hard to get into Midtown. May and Ben had always encouraged her education and it had meant the world to her that she could go to this school.

Peyton didn’t want to worry May if her grades started slipping. So she made sure to pay extra attention the rest of the week. She even raised her hand in English in order to make up for her previous blunder. It had taken all her willpower to move her hand upward and speak in front of the class. Her response lacked the eloquence the rest of her classmates’ had, but she had done it. The coolest thing was that nobody, besides Mrs. Roma, batted an eye. Ned didn’t break from taking a copious amount of notes, Liam was still asleep next to the window, and even Flash was trying to throw paper at the back of her head. She smiled at her small accomplishment.

Later, at the bottom of her bag she found a familiar looking piece of paper. The word “Congratulations” was scrawled across the bottom.

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For the rest of the week she came to the tower after school or when decathlon practice was done. Pushing her patrols to afterward. This was actually helpful because she got to expand her usual area. Once she was exactly three blocks out and one to the right of Stark Towers, she would go into this fairly clean alley and change into her suit. From there she would patrol that area for a bit before making her way home, continuing to be on the lookout. Either way it was worth it because of all the time she was spending with Mr. Stark. They had just put the final touches on her suit yesterday.

It had been amazing to test it knowing how much effort went into the design. The most obvious change was the sleeker design, which was everything that Peyton had dreamed of. Her top and bottom remained the tones of the original but they decided to make her sleeves red and had the blue of her pants come up past her waist. Mirroring her oblique muscles. Mr. Stark had been trying to convince her to go with his gold and red theme but she liked the idea of sticking with her own colors. She had designed the black spider adorning the front. It now had a larger, bulbous body with spindle like legs, stretching out across her chest. The protective eyewear, which contracted and expanded, helped her block out all unnecessary light and distractions. Allowing her to focus her senses on what she needed as opposed to being bombarded with unwanted disturbances.

One thing was bothering Peyton and that was when wearing the new suit an onlooker could tell that she was female. She was small for her age, but the suit was skintight. It wasn’t that big of a deal, Peyton tried telling herself. But there was still a knot in her stomach when she thought about it. What if nobody wanted her as a girl? What if they thought she couldn’t help anymore? The time she spent as Spidergirl had become so vital. Had become an integral part of her. She wasn’t sure she could accept it if people no longer looked to her. She could tell Mr. Stark but she didn’t know if they were even there yet in their relationship and he had enough going she didn’t want to worry him unnecessarily.

She wasn’t even aware of all the extra features embedded in it, Mr. Stark keeping some a secret. But she was surprised over how much freedom Mr. Stark gave her while they were working on it. He valued her input through the whole process and realized that most of the time she would know what she needed. He did add additions based on his experiences, for which she was grateful. Peyton had felt that much safer knowing Mr. Stark had worked on it. He had said there was one more thing that needed to be added but wouldn’t tell her what, no matter how hard she pleaded. She had even pulled out her sad, puppy face, the one that always got May to give in. That still hadn’t worked.

She ran into the building. The subway had been held up and as a result she was really late. Scanning her badge, she took a second to admire the Stark Industries logo and started rushing to the employee elevator. The doors opened and she hurried toward them but wasn’t paying attention and slammed into someone also trying to get into the elevator. Papers flew everywhere and her bag clattered to the floor.

With haste she bent down and started picking up the papers, her hands slightly shaking.

Without looking up she said, “I am so sorry ma’am. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I didn’t mean to run into you.”

A pair of sleek black pumps came into her view but still she wouldn’t look up.

“It’s alright. No harm done.” The pumps disappeared a knee came into Peyton’s view. The lady bent down to help her. Silently they picked the rest of the papers up. As they stood up Peyton continued examining the fancy heels, aware she was just being awkward now. They really were elegant shoes. She opened her mouth to apologize once more when a hand extended her ID badge back to her.

“Please, don’t worry about it Miss Parker.” Cautiously she took the badge back and went to pick up her bag. When she turned back the blonde lady was holding the elevator door open for her.

“Just Peyton, please. Thank you, Miss?” She trailed off uncertainly and the lady laughed.

She was smartly dressed in a light blue dress that perfectly matched her eyes. It had a scoop neck and was slim fitting down to just above her knees. Her blonde hair was gathered on top of her head in a tight bun, bangs resting on her forehead. Peyton imagined that she was someone who was used to getting the job done and looking good while doing it.

“Well, just Peyton, I’m Pepper Potts. But please, call me Pepper. What floor?”

After telling Miss Potts what floor to go to, Peyton was on the receiving end of a searching look. She knew who Pepper Potts was. Everyone knew, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk to her. What was she even supposed to say? You’re so many peoples, including my own, role model for running this huge company and being amazing? That would just sound stupid.

“I wasn’t aware that Tony had any interns.” Miss Potts said continuing to look at Peyton. Her face, she was sure, would never go back to a normal color.

“Oh, um. Yeah, it’s a new position. This is my first week here.”

“Hmm. Well then. Let me be one of many to wish you welcome here.”

“Thank you Miss Potts.” 

“Pepper,” she said with a smile.

The elevator’s opened and Miss Potts motioned for Peyton to go first. Peyton stepped off and into the room when she felt Miss Potts leave as well, gracefully walking toward Mr. Stark. His back was toward them as he, she assumed, was working on something.

Peyton cautiously glanced around the lab to see if her suit was lying about but there was no hint of red or blue to be seen. Mr. Stark had promised he wouldn’t tell anyone her secret, until she wanted.

The blonde woman walked forward and began exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Stark. It was entertaining to watch them banter back and forth. Miss Potts could hold her own against the famous Stark sass.

“Pepper. Don’t you look ravishing, as always.”

Miss Potts rolled her eyes and said, “Look who I ran into on the elevator. Quite literally, actually,” giving Peyton a wink.

Mr. Stark turned to see her standing there, awkwardly clutching her backpack. His face beamed when he saw her.

“Hey Kid. How’s it going? Ready to get working?”

Despite her embarrassment, Mr. Stark never failed to make her smile. She felt a warmth ignite in her when he asked her how her day was going. It was such a simple question but Peyton loved it. That question made her imagine that Mr. Stark cared about more than just this mission. It made her feel like he cared.

Peyton could see Miss Potts smiling at them talking. She had just told Mr. Stark about how Flash had tripped in the middle of the hallway, having his books spill all over the floor. She felt bad at laughing but it was pretty funny. Mr. Stark in turn told her about one of the first times Rhodey got into the War Machine suit and had tripped, twisting his feet together. It ignited his flight rockets so he crashed into the side of Stark towers.

“There’s still a Rhodey shaped dent there to this day. I left it because it brings character to the building, plus I can make fun of him for it.” Peyton laughed.

“It can’t be as bad as that one time where you, before you installed the filtration system, had to pee…” Miss Potts started before Mr. Stark interrupted her but it was too late to stop Peyton’s imagination from running wild.  

 “And that’s enough of that. Lovely to see you again Pepper. You should definitely wear that color blue again.”

“Yes, yes. Here are the papers you need to sign.”

“Of course, I will be sure to send them to Sloane.”

“Selena and please do.” She gave him a stern look and then turned toward Peyton.

“Don’t let him get you into trouble? It was nice meeting you Peyton.” She smiled and left toward the elevator, leaving just her and Mr. Stark in the room.

He came over and squeezed her shoulder, looking at the closed doors.

“What a woman, kid.”

Thank you :)

Chapter Nine

#spiderman #Iron Man #MCU fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #irondad #irondad fanfiction #female peter parker #peter is female #peyton parker #eliza writes #someone to care

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amethyst-noir · 6 years ago

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and for the future prompt: if you wanted to maybe you could write something where Stephen's magic goes wild whenever he is experiencing strong emotions? So when he falls in love with Tony everytime he gets flustered around him innocent magical thing start happening and everyone is trying to figure out what's going on while Wong is just laughing in the background. (Imagine if everytime Tony smiles at him little butterflies show up and when Tony touches him little electric sparks show up!)

Sorry that it took me while but I hope you still like this. It was fun to write! As always, my inbox is open but I can’t guarantee that I’ll manage something. Or how long it takes me.

(The title is taken from a Pink Floyd song, although thankfully the story is much lighter and happier than that song. It is beautiful, though.)

Wearing the Inside Out

The first time ithappened Stephen didn’t even notice. He was too busy concentrating - andgetting frustrated by his slow progress - on the new spell he was trying tomaster to notice the silent and harmless storm around him.

“Stephen!”

Wong’s voice cutthrough his concentration. He looked up just in time to see the last of themagical blue and violet sparks fade away.

“Yes?”He blinked, surprised at the darkness that had fallen in the library. He’dstarted shortly after noon, there was no way it was almost dark now, wasn’tthere?

“Here.”Wong deposited a cup of tea on the table near him. “There’s something toeat in the kitchen, if Your Highness decides to join us mere mortals inconsuming food.” He looked almost worried as the gave Stephen acalculating look but decided against saying something. He turned around toleave. “Oh, and Stark called. Something about a meeting? You didn’t tellme that you’re an Avenger now.”

Stephen’s mindstill wasn’t quite back and it took him a moment to understand. “Tony?What? Why? Avenger?” No answer. Stephen shrugged and decided to take abreak before he tried again. He would give Tony a call tomorrow.

Stephen was toodumbstruck and Wong wasn’t even in the room, so nobody noticed the tinybutterfly that suddenly appeared near the teacup and faded the moment histhoughts turned away from Tony Stark and back to the damn spell. It just hadenough time to flutter it’s wings once or twice.

The next time, inthe middle of an informal meeting - or party, as far as Stephen was concerned -at the compound, was unfortunately quite more noticeable. Not only for Stephen,who wanted to open up a portal to the next dimension and just vanish for acentury or so, but for everybody else, too. “Everybody else” beinghalf the Avengers, Wong and one Pepper Potts, ex-fiancée and very close friendof Tony Stark.

It had startedinnocently enough with him and Tony talking. About nothing in particular, justa little bit of gentle banter, mixed with arguments about magic versus science.Then Bruce Banner came along and the banter moved on to become seriousscientific debate.

Stephen was inheaven. To be able to talk about his passion with people who could not onlyfollow his explanations but, in the case of Bruce, could also talk back waswonderful. Tony didn’t have that much to contribute but he understood andStephen could see how he assimilated everything. A vague thought abouthim and Tony in other circumstances crossed his mind but the shoved it away,quickly. Some things were better kept to privacy of his bedroom. But then Tonyhad the audacity to not only smile at him but also pat him on the arm. Bruceseemed to develop some magical abilities from one moment to the other becausehe was there one moment and just gone the next.

“You wantanother one?” Tony asked and gestured to the drinks tray. Stephen wanted tobut didn’t dare. It wasn’t a good day with his hands and he didn’t want to embarrasshimself. Tony took him a little more firmly by the elbow and lead him awaybehind a plant. Then he went and got a colorful, fun looking something with aguaranteed high alcohol content, only to set it on the rail before them.“Here you are. Take your time, I won’t tell anyone. Or, if you want to…”By the heavens was that a coy look from Tony Stark? “… wecan move on to another, more private location? The guys down there won’t missus, Thor’s going to entertain them for hours. It’s okay if not. Is justthought…”

Help me. Tony is flirtingwith me.

Tony Stark wasflirting with him and it was about as subtle as a moon crashing down; not atrace to be seen of the suave playboy he’d been portrayed as in the trashytabloids years ago. Which Stephen absolutely did not read. Ever. His formeropinion on one Tony Stark was built on cold, hard facts gathered from…somewhere else.

Before he couldabsorb and react to heavy bombardment of flirting two things happened:

“Oh my god, that’s so cute! Where do they come from?”

Scott’s shout drewthe attention of everybody and a few seconds later half a dozen grown up peoplewere clustered around a couple mid-sized but still very beautiful butterflies.This time they were a startling blue and seemed to look up at their audience asif unsure why they were here.

Wong took one lookat the fluttering collection and gave Stephen a hard stare.“Seriously?” he mouthed in Stephen’s direction. “Get it undercontrol, you’re embarrassing yourself and me.”

Get what undercontrol? He shrugged helplessly - which earned him an eye rollfrom Wong, before he went and joined the others in looking at the butterflies.He said something to Pepper and her amused laugh echoed across the room.

Stephen cringed inembarrassment and confusion. He could feel the magic in the air around him,knew that it was his own, but what he didn’t know was where it came from. Hehadn’t done anything, hadn’t he? Regardless, the could feel a blush creeping upon his face.

Tony was watchinghim, while the rest of the people were still cooing over the butterflies. Thor,the God of Thunder, laughing like a little boy as a small blue butterfly slowlyexplored his arm was an image that would stay with him for a long time. ButTony? No, Tony was concentrating on him.

Another one of thebutterflies appeared near them and landed on Tony’s shoulder. He held out hisfinger and smiled at it. “Stephen?” he asked softly. “Everythingokay? They’re yours, aren’t they? But they look different than last time…”

On Titan. Not something he wanted to think about now. Or ever again.

He didn’t have ananswer and his blush deepened. He couldn’t hold Tony’s eyes anymore and lookedaway, down the railing and out into the night.

He was stilltrying to cope with the invasion of the butterflies and searching for somethingto say, when Tony touched him again. He looked up, surprised, as Tony took hisleft hand and held it gently. His fingers were tracing the path of the scarsand the metal beneath the skin. While he couldn’t quite feel the touch thanksto the damaged nerves he could feel the warmth on his cool skin. That contrastand an incredible tender look from Tony was all it took. Blue fire began tospark around them. It quickly took over the plants near him but didn’t burnthem and it didn’t make any sound at all.

Interestingly,Tony didn’t even flinch, just held on and stared wide-eyed at him.“That's… Stephen, that’s beautiful.” He looked at the colorfulfire that wound its way from their entwined finger up their arms, envelopingmore and more of their bodies. Stephen dared to reach out and take Tony’s otherhand. The fire intensified for a moment before it faded away to almost nothing.A few tendrils still wound itself around their hands and arms, binding themtogether.

“I thinkthat’s a sign, don’t you think? I’ve never had anyone approve of me likethat,” Tony whispered, grinning slightly. They were still holding handslike teenagers and not doing anything else.

Stephen swallowed,suddenly nervous. “Do you mind if we take this to a more private location?I don’t want to have our first kiss in front of an audience.”

Thankfully, allthe others were still busy playing with the tame butterflies to pay them anyattention. Except for Wong, of course, who was again staring at them and makingshooing motions. “Get out of here!” was practically shouted in theirdirection. “And have fun!” he added and winked at Stephen, whowas left speechless as Tony led him away to the quarters he still had at the compound.

The butterflies -released into the wild the next morning - stayed at the gardens around thecompound, multiplying every year, incorporating new colors with eachgeneration.

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#ironstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #amy writes #inbox #promptfill

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soldatbarnes · 7 years ago

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This Is War [12]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend, Sam sets you up on a date with one of his friends. When it goes horribly, he gives you an ultimatum: Go on a makeup date with the guy, or download a dating app. You choose the latter.

Bucky Barnes X Reader [ft. OC Brent X Reader]

Warnings: mild angst

Word Count: 1359

A/N: I still have to update the links on the last one, and this one. I’ll hopefully be finishing up those drabbles tomorrow, sorry for letting everybody down this week.

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Everything was silent. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of the fire crackling and traffic below in the distance. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. You stood in front of Bucky, hands clenched at your sides, tears slowly streaming down your face. Bucky stood, eyes closed, hand held to his cheek.

“Why?” you asked. “Why would you tell him that?”

“Because he asked me. Because he heard me talking to Sam in the gym. Because it’s the truth and because I’m an idiot.” he answered quietly.

“I guess I’m just a little confused... I asked you out!! You rejected me!! And what?? I start dating and suddenly you decide you made a mistake?! What the hell is wrong with you?!!”

“I know I messed up!! But you have to believe me, none of this was my intention!!”

“Then what was your intention?! You treat me like you’re interested in me, then when I get interested you, you pull away! Then I work to move on, and you treat me like crap because I’m not paying as much attention to you only for you to ruin my relationship!! I don’t understand you Bucky!”

“I didn’t mean to ruin anything!! I didn’t know he would be there! I didn’t know that he would hear me! Please, please believe me when I say that I didn’t do it on purpose... When Brent and I talked I told him that I wouldn’t interfere as long as you were happy with him!! I’ve been out here with Tony all day, I couldn’t have done anything else! Please... Y/N please.. believe me..” he pleaded.

“Tony?” you asked, not turning away from Bucky.

“He was with me all day.. It’s true. Helped me untangle and hang all of these damn lights...” he motioned to the canopy of fairy lights above. “Kid... I don’t think that this is Barnes’s fault. At least, not only his fault..”

“What do you know Tony?”

“Only that Brent seemed to think that when he was watching you and Bucky interact, that he was looking at what love actually looked like. His words, not mine.”

“Y/N..” Bucky whispered.

“No.. I’m not.. I’m done here.. Look Buck. Whatever you think you feel, get over it. Nothing will EVER happen between us. You’ve got jealousy confused with something else, and I’m not falling for your crap again.”

“Please..” he squeaked. “It’s not..”. You shook your head, before walking for towards the door. Bucky felt tears pooling in his eyes. He tried blinking furiously to keep them at bay. As soon as you were inside he let them fall, slumping back into his seat.

“I knew this was going to happen..” Tony mumbled to himself, sitting beside Bucky. He motioned for everybody to stay still, not wanting either of you to be bombarded by your friends good intentions. “It’s not all your fault Barnes. Don’t forget that.”

You lay in your bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell happened over the last two days, and how you managed to break three hearts. Tony was right. You were being selfish. You didn’t want to hurt anymore. You wanted something simple and straightforward. Brent had been the perfect solution. He deserved better. You picked up your phone intending to text him another apology when the phone started ringing.

“Brent?” you were shocked, you didn’t think you’d hear from him again.

“I know it’s late, but I can practically hear you overthinking from the airport.”

“You know me very well...” you sighed.

“Did you talk with him?” “Sort of...” you groaned. “I spent more time yelling at him..”

“Why am I not surprised..” he chuckled. “I knew you would react this way..”

“And what way is that?”

“Anger. You’re angry. You’re angry that he loves you. I think it’s because so much time has been spent trying to move on, when really you didn’t have to. You can have what you wanted.”

“Brent, because of him I felt so bad.. Bad about myself.. Like something was wrong.. I started dating YOU! He had made me feel like I could have everything I ever wanted, just to take it away and then what? Dangle it in front of me again? It’s just more games.”

“I think that you’re angry because you’re scared. You're scared to find true happiness.”

“Why would I be scared to be happy?”

“Because it means that you could get hurt. Real hurt. Not like how you feel with me leaving, but how it could feel to lose everything. Allowing yourself to actually fall in love with him, with each other... You get lost in ‘what ifs’. What if HE leaves. What if something happens to him. What if it doesn’t work. So you run and you hide.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“As ridiculous as walking away from the man you love, while dismissing his feelings?”

“Tony?”

“Yup. He likes to meddle. He also likes to see the people that he loves happy. Even if it means calling up your ex of a couple hours and begging him to talk some sense into you.”

“I’m sorry Brent..”

“I’m not. Watching you two together.. I knew we could never have that. You’re the light in each other. Don’t waste that. Don’t throw that away. Swallow your pride. The past doesn’t matter. Move on. Apologize. Build a life you want to live.”

“Thank you.. Brent.. Really. For everything.” you sobbed. He said goodnight to you and hung up so that he could catch his flight. Rolling over you tossed your phone on your nightstand. It was well after midnight, and the days events had you exhausted. Sleep caught up with you quickly, and as you drifted off, you promised yourself that you would talk with Bucky in the morning.

The sun streaming through your open window woke you up the next day. Stretching out, you got up quickly and changed into new clothes, having passed out in the ones you were wearing yesterday. Taking a deep breath you exited your room, heading to Bucky’s. It was empty.

Deciding to check the kitchen next, you headed over. Steve was sitting at the island when you got there.

“Hey..” you said quietly, unsure of how he would react to your presence.

“Buck’s not here.” he spoke curtly.

“Steve..”

“I don’t know where. I haven’t seen him since last night. He was a mess, by the way.”

“Steve, please..” you breathed. His features softened at your tone.

“You have a wreckage to clean up my friend. He’ll forgive you. I know he will. You’ll just have to get him to listen first.”

“Where would he go?”

“Could be anywhere, really.. You’re gonna have to work for it.”

“I know..” you nodded, more to yourself than him.

“What are you waiting for? Go! He’s not getting any younger.” you rolled your eyes at your friend, before heading to the elevator. You looked at the time. It was near twelve. You’d slept much later than you’d meant to. Stepping out into the street you looked left and right.

“If I were an upset super soldier, out around noon... Where would I be..” you spoke to yourself. Lunch. You thought. You and Bucky were supposed to get lunch today. It almost seemed too easy, but Bucky was a simple guy.

You walked towards your favourite hole-in-the-wall restaurant that you’d taken him to a few times. As you neared the large patio you saw him. He was sitting at a table in the corner, under a big red umbrella. He had a plate of food in front of him, untouched. You watched for a moment, as he seemed to be deep in thought.

Taking a few steps forward you almost lost your nerve. Then he looked up from the plate, directly at you. You watched him squint in the sunlight, almost as if he was making sure it was you. Your feet closed the distance before you had the idea to run away, and within seconds you were standing in front of him, on the opposite side of the table.

“Bucky, can we talk?”

Part Thirteen

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Day 4 : Past Accomplishement /Free day

Warnig for sexual content.

When Jack woke up, he was warm. He was surprised, given that they were in the middle of the winter. He affected the fur in which he slept and saw that it breathed. He was definitively awake and looked around him. He opened wide eyes, seeing that Hiccup had transformed into a wolf during the night. In two years of escape through France, that had never happened. What had happened? Had the Beast made a massacre again? His presence was supposed to avoid this kind of thing. How did it have been able to occur?

The Beast moved slightly and opened its eyes. It yawns, opening its mouth full of fangs and Jack, although not very reassured, was relieved to notice that it was not covered with blood. The Beast looked at Jack, which felt its heart accelerates.

'What have you done, this night?' He asked with a soft voice.

The Beast bent towards him and rubbed its snout against his face. Jack relaxed and caressed its snout. The Beast wrap more on itself and pushed him against it. Jack was passive, falling in dense black fur and eventually falls asleep again quickly.

When he woke up a little later, Jack was alone in the bed, its sheep wool blanket gone back up to his neck. He got up, got dressed and left looking for his lover. He found him outside, cooking the breakfast.

'Hello.'

Hiccup looked at him. 'Hello. You slept well?'

'More or less…'

Hiccup had a small sad smile when Jack kept his distances.

'You saw me, then …'

'You really changed, this night?'

'Yes.'

'What happened?'

'I wanted to transform me.'

'You killed people?'

'What? Of course not!'

Hiccup got up irritated.

'I told you that since you were there, this kind of thing didn't happen to me anymore!'

'Then why you were transformed? Hiccup, I am not irritated, I just try to understand.'

'All right', the young man sighed. 'This night, I changed because you trembled with cold.'

'Sorry?'

'You shivered. I was afraid that you do not pass the night, then … I changed to bring you heat. The Beast is warmer than me.'

'That is all?'

'Nothing that for that, I give you my word. I … The Beast killed nobody.'

Jack sighed and smiled.

'Woke me up, next time, because that worried me, this night.'

'I'm sorry. But it didn't do anything to you?'

'Nothing, it even showed itself very friendly. I have the impression that it likes me.'

'I imagine … '

Hiccup resumed the cooking of their lunch and Jack settled down next to him. They had lunch silently.

In the evening when he went to bed, Jack asked Hiccup if he planned to transformed this night again.

'Probably. It's still very cold. But I have to go to put traps. You will sleep when I will return.'

Jack kissed him chastely.

'See you tomorrow morning, then.'

He sat down on the bed, while he heard Hiccup go out. He lengthened correctly and inspired profoundly. He wrap himself in the blanket and tried to fall asleep. In vain. The smell of the Beast printed his nostrils, at the same time as Hiccup's. Jack turned around towards the side of the bed which was usually occupied his lover and inhaled more of his smell. He lengthened on the back and took the pillow of Hiccup to stick him to his face.

"He smells so good …" Jack says to himself, inhaling his smell.

Without paying attention, he caressed his stomach slowly. In his mind, the image of his lover was printed and he closed eyes, detailing every details of his face. His magnificent green eyes, his freckles, his round nose, his set of teeth, the small scar which he had on the chin …

Very fast, he felt excited and began caressing his hardening member.

'Hiccup …'

He bit his lip, thinking about the several times they had made love, of the pleasure that he had given him and accelerated the rhythm.

'Hiccup … '

'I am there.'

Jack opened eyes and raised in the bed.

'You … You already get back…'

'Exactly how often you pleasure yourself without me?'

'It is … It is not what I wanted.'

If he did not feel so nervous, he would have noticed that Hiccup was not really angry. The young hunter put his bag next to the door and climbed on the bed.

'So, you like giving yourself some pleasure without me …'

'No … No …'

Hiccup was on him.

'Go on …'

'Hiccup …'

'Or do you want me to do it?'

Jack bit his lip and Hiccup smiles. He began masturbating him slowly and bent towards him. He murmured to his ear.

'Unclothed me.'

Jack hurried to obey, removing his cape then the leather armor he had underneath while fighting against the pleasure which seized him. Hiccup found himself only dressed in his bottoms and in his tunic. He stopped masturbating Jack and removed his tunic. Then he bent towards him and undid his pants. He caressed his member while preparing his anus for his penetration. Jack moaned charmingly in his ears and Hiccup felt so much excited that he quickly abbreviated the preparation to penetrate into him slowly. Jack grimaced.

'Are you all right?'

'Move a little, that will pass' Jack reassured him.

Hiccup began moving slowly, kissing his lover, the pleasure quickly climbing.

"Usually, I have more control " he says himself, feeling Jack's hands catching his hair. The shepherd began moaning louder and louder, and he was more difficult for Hiccup to hold. He desired him so much. When he had returned into their small home of fortune, he had immediately smelt the excitement of Jack in the air. And when he had seen him on the bed, giving himself pleasure, moaning his name, he had wanted to take him at once. He growled out of pleasure, seen him again, lengthened, offered, waiting that Hiccup makes him his …

'Hiccup … Your eyes …'

Hiccup looked at Jack, which had turned whiter.

'What?'

'They are … They are yellow …'

Too much taken in his pleasure, Hiccup had not been careful that he was transforming. But this time, it was independent from the will. He wanted to withdraw from Jack, but it was too late. He saw his hands covering themselves with fur and the usual pain of its transformation was felt.

'Hiccup …'

'Get out!' He ordered him before losing control totally.

The Beast went out.

Jack, terrified of what his was witnessing, tried to run away. He turned around and tried to fall from the bed. But in a flash of lightning, the Beast had jumped up on him and had caught his two hands with its paws and had blocked them over the head. Jack did not move anymore, terrified. The Beast bent towards him, sniffed at its smell before grumbling. Jack tried to remain perfectly motionless, thing which showed itself complicated when it felt the erection of the Beast. It put a paw on one of his buttocks and Jack felt sharpened claws to caress his skin. Then he felt something enormous in his entrance and tried to see what the Beast was doing. When he was penetrated by an organ much bigger than the one he was used to, he bit itself the lip up to the blood and pushed the head in pillows. The Beast sniffed him and licked him with his enormous tongue on his back. Jack realized that it did not move, and that it waited to its gets better to him to move.

He took upon himself then gave himself some courage. Faster it begins, faster that would be finished. He moved a little and the Beast understood immediately. It began moving with a slow motion. It kneeled down behind him and released the pressure on the hands. He felt two clawed hands catching his hips to sink more in him.

Jack tried to stay calm, in spite of the tension he felt. The Beast stuck its snout in the neck and sniffed it with interest. It licked behind his ear, humming and accelerated. And in spite of him, Jack felt the excitement seizing him and bit his lip not to moan.

The Beast moved at a furious pace inside him. When its claws sank a little too much into the skin, it placed them next to his body, catching the bed of fortune to continue to bombard him. He found itself almost crushed between the Beast and the bed, and completely going out of depth under the guilty pleasure which he felt, he hung on to the paws of the Beast while it continued to mount him. A few minutes of this processing made them cum.

Jack collapsed on the bed, incapable to move anymore. It began to clean him with its enormous tongue, depriving him of the sweat he had on his body, then licked his anus, to clean him and Jack, which would gladly have had a nap, quickly found itself again excited. He put himself on the back and caressed the animal's head. He wanted to ask it to stop, but it sniffed at his hardening sex and climbed once again on him. Jack was not so surprised be penetrated once more.

After some smoothly blows, it resumed its violent thrusts and the bed clicked on the wall. Jack thought vaguely that they were going to break it before tangled his hands in the black fur. The Beast stuck its chops near his face and licked him the side of the figure. It seizes him by the hips, and slapped him on itself and Jack hugged its neck and surrounded its enormous size of his legs while enduring with delight the assaults of the animal. When it cum, it pushed its fangs in the amount of the bed, pushing a growl which probably scared off all the birds of the region. Three blows on his sex were enough to finish Jack which fell asleep seconds after, completely exhausted.

When he woke up, the Beast was cleaning him with his tongue. Jack stretched lazily. He caressed his face and the Animal rested his head against his hand. It wrapped itself around him and he leaned against it.

'Thank you' Jack murmured before falling asleep again.

When he got up for good, Jack saw that Hiccup had resumed his ordinary self. He looked at him with a worried frown.

'Are you fine?'

'Yes … I don't think that I could get up in some time, but I am all right…'

'I am sorry for what happened yesterday. It should never have happened.'

Jack recovered.

'Hiccup, you had not transformed for several months. I think it is normal that it wants to go out from time to time.'

'But because of … Because of me, you are hurt …'

'I will survive' Jack smiles.

'It could have kill you!'

'I do not think that it is what it wanted. As soon as it saw that I was … That I enjoyed myself … It did not try to hurt me. It was even kind… Relatively speaking.'

Hiccup sat down on the bed.

'You should go away, before that happen again.'

'And to leave you alone? No way.'

'Jack, if that happen again …'

'Well that will happen again. What is the other alternative, otherwise? I go away? Leaving you alone? You will not hold one month without killing anybody. '

Hiccup did not answer. Jack caressed his cheek slowly.

'If I stay, we can keep preventing that.'

'You risk of … It could happen again.'

'Well then I be prepared. And we shall make with it. Honestly, I prefer … Make me mount by a huge wolf once from time to time to calm the Beast that to leave you alone and to learn that it murders a person per week … '

Hiccup says nothing for a long time.

'Are you sure of your choice?'

'Confident'

'I do not deserve you' Hiccup murmured, holding him against him.

Jack smiles and embraced him in his turn. He tried to comfort his lover the best he was able to. And for the part where he admitted that he had liked to be taken by a huge wolf, well … That could wait...

#hijack week #Summer 2018 #Day 4 #Past Accomplishment/Free day

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