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cotncandyboifics · 4 years ago

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A Lovely Night: Chapter 5

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 6

Pairing(s): pre-established roceit & prinxiety, anaroceit, eventual anaroloceit, eventual intruality

Word count: ~2.5k

Story summary: Roman's boyfriends had had a rivalry since before either of them had actually met Roman. Running a bit late to a date night, Roman accidentally gets them to start dating too.

General CW: non-detailed description of an anxiety attack, non-detailed description of physical pain, food, kissing, potentially triggering descriptions of physical bodies, swearing, caps lock, school settings, s-xual innuendos, slight description of gore(imagery), vague descriptions of anxiety, Implications of an eating disorder, fatigue, dissociation, suppression of stimming, implied heavy restriction (ED), inner monologue-style anxiety description, eating,(will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: Swearing, slight description of gore(imagery), vague descriptions of anxiety, food, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: i like this chapter a lot :) the stage has been set.

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The next morning, Virgil had an opening shift at the knitting and sewing supply store he worked for. He'd found it the first week the three of them had moved to this town for college, and immediately took a liking to it, likely thanks to his long-lasting hobby of clothing alteration. He'd made some good money to save up in high school from making and selling custom hoodies and other clothing, even having taken a few commissions over the years.

It wasn't rare occurrence, that he was opening the store, and on this particular morning it wasn't so dreadful (once he'd pried himself away from his half-asleep boyfriends, who both vaguely grumbled protests at the incomplete cuddle pile as Virgil was getting ready). Virgil had gotten to his favorite coffee shop, where Janus' brother Patton worked, in time that it would be open and he also wouldn't be late for his shift, which was rare. It only worked out that way if Virgil's bus commute was perfectly timed.

Now caffeinated, and somewhat less-pessimistic-than-usual about the day ahead of him, Virgil retrieved the keys to the shop from his pocket, fumbling for a bit before finding the right one. He let out a breath as he found it, unlocking the door as he'd done a thousand times before and stepping in, shutting the door behind him and leaning his back against it. Virgil noted the clock on the wall, reading 5:02 am. The shop opened at 6, and he had more than enough sorting and stocking to do before then.

The next hour passed rather quickly. His co-worker Emile showed up shortly after him, and they both spent the rest of the time before the shop opened restocking and organizing the horrendous amounts of yarn and string and such supplies throughout the store and in the back room.

Shortly 6 am arrived, and it was time for the two of them to draw straws to decide who would man the register and help customers while the other continued stocking. Typically Virgil enjoyed the latter while Emile enjoyed the former, but their manager had insisted that they make the odds more random in order to get them both more comfortable in their unpreferred positions.

True to their manager's sentiment, Virgil drew the register stick. They both sighed at each other, and Emile returned to sorting through some cerulean yarn balls. Virgil made his way to the front of the store, unlocking the doors and flipping the sign to open, before making himself at home behind the register.

Generally, customers were rare at this time of morning, save for a few early-riser regulars. The bell at the top of the door chimed. Virgil didn't look up, expecting to see Margaret in her usual morning power-walk getup, coming in to check up on whether they'd gotten a shipment of lavender yarn yet.

"Morning, Marge. We still haven't gotten any lavender in, if-" Virgil halted his speaking upon looking up, feeling his throat constrict as he realized who had entered. At any rate, this person was certainly not Margaret.

The first thing that caught Virgil's attention about this new customer was their eyes. They were a burning blue, with small subtle mushes of gray here and there. Through their vaguely foggy colors, those eyes cut sharp like ice shards. The customer seemed entirely calm and stoic, however that did not extend to the ferocious - however not hostile - intensity with which they were staring Virgil down. Of course this intensity did not extend past their eyes, as the very slight twinge of a polite smile was seated at the corners of their mouth. Virgil briefly noted some seemingly familiar physical characteristics (although he was extremely wary to assume anything - what would be the chances of him and his boyfriends all meeting the same man individually, completely perchance?); shining black hair, square-framed glasses, the freckles, the pale and sunken nature of their face. Or, as Virgil certainly noticed, the subtle pronunciation of his cheekbones and jawline. They wore a black coat and a navy patterned scarf that appeared to be hand-knitted.

Virgil stumbled his way over to the closest register to the door - he wasn't sure why they even had two, they never needed to use them both simultaneously - and leaned haphazardly on the counter, propping his chin up on his palm.

"Sorry, hello, I thought you'd be someone else. Marge is usually the first in. What can I do for you?" His face felt really hot, and he was pretty sure that much was obvious to the newcomer, but he tried his best not to think about it.

The stranger didn't speak for a moment, merely leaning forward slightly with a furrowed brow. Virgil panicked for a moment, but followed their line of sight to the name tag on his hoodie. It was quite scuffed up, and the name "Virgil" was scarcely discernible through various smears of odd substances. Virgil quickly unpinned the name tag, beginning to rub away at the gunk with a sweater-covered thumb.

"It's Virgil, sorry about that," He spoke, hiding his hot cheeks behind his bangs as he scratched at his name tag feverishly. He quickly decided on just setting it down, wanting to give the newcomer his full attention.

"Good morning, Virgil," they spoke, and wow, was Virgil gay. The strangers' voice was deep and smooth, and reminded him a bit of Janus'. But this had a tactful, almost clinical and calculated sincerity, whereas Janus' was far more lilted and drawly. Regardless, Virgil felt his throat constricting a bit. He tried subtly coughing the feeling away. "I am in search of some high quality yarn, as a gift for a dear friend of mine. It is my understanding that this establishment is highly regarded for its products' quality?" Virgil tried not to stare. The stranger was running their fingers down and up the inside of one of the lapels of their coat very slowly, and that reminded Virgil terribly of Janus. He felt like he was in high school all over again, ogling over a tall pretty boy.

Regardless of his gay panic, Virgil cleared his throat. "Yeah, we try," His voice cracked slightly, and he tried clearing his throat again. "I mean, we have some pretty awesome suppliers, and we have a really, uh... Big selection of stuff. Do you, do you know what it is you want to get for your friend, exactly?" Virgil thanked any gods that existed had allowed him to formulate a coherent sentence, and he was glad to have the expectation of speaking temporarily off himself.

The customer tapped his chin with the side of his index finger, - which again, reminded Virgil painfully of Janus - humming as he continued surveying his surroundings. "I think he'd appreciate a selection of soft or pastel colors, and he adores the color blue. I think white would be a suitable addition as well. Do you sort your yarns by color?" he inquired, returning his heavy gaze to Virgil and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Virgil tried not to audibly gulp.

"Yeah, we do. here, let me show you to the right aisle," Virgil stepped away from the register, and tried to get out from behind the counter, only to completely trip over a cardboard box and fall directly onto his face.

"Goodness, are you alright?" the stranger paced quickly over to where Virgil was groaning on the floor, attempting to pull himself up onto his elbows. They reached a pale-white and very bony hand down to Virgil, who stared at it for a little too long before taking it gingerly.

The customer pulled firmly, and Virgil did too, and they both slightly miscalculated how much strength they needed to apply in order for Virgil to stand. Virgil stumbled forward just a bit as he rose. He looked up slightly and found himself nose to nose with the now wide-eyed man. Virgil yelped slightly, jumping away like a startled cat.

"Sh-shoot, sorry about that," Virgil took to fidgeting a bit aggressively with his hoodie strings, curling them around and between his fingers. "Uh, this way," he pushed a bit awkwardly past the man, looking at his shoes as he walked and willing away the burning heat he felt in his cheeks. Of course the first cute guy he encounters besides his boyfriends is right there when he falls on his face.

He paced over to the aisle with hues of blue and purple yarn, spotting Emile still working with a large box of cerulean. After a momentary panic and trying to wave Emile's attention without making any noise, the stranger turned the corner into the aisle Virgil had led him to. Virgil sighed to himself, annoyed at an in-no-way-at-fault Emile who still hadn't noticed their presence.

Virgil cleared his throat. "Hey, Emile, could you take register while I help this... customer?" Virgil had to take a moment to recall a phrase to describe him besides 'very beautiful man'.

"Uh-" Emile went to say he could help the customer for Virgil, since they were meant to stay in the vicinity of their assigned roles, but Virgil was looking at him with an intensity that blatantly said 'I am begging you to let me help this very gorgeous man to find his yarn and if you don't so help me god I will impale your severed and rotting skull on a rusty metal pole'. Emile chuckled a little shrilly. "Yeah, sure Virge," Emile slid past the two of them, making his way to the register as the chime of the door sounded again. "Welcome in, Margaret! Do-you-how-do?"

Virgil turned his attention back to the man looming slightly over him, leading him down the aisle to the softer and lighter shades. The customer was already scanning the shelves with a tactful intensity that made Virgil almost as anxious as it did further attracted to him.

"This variety is more than adequate," he spoke, almost under his breath, and Virgil tried not to shudder at the rumble in his voice.

"Um, great," Virgil piped up after a moment, and the icy gaze of the tall boy was on him once again. His cheeks felt real hot. "I can, get you a bag for... what you pick out? Er, a gift bag, if you'd like?" Virgil tapped the side of his fist into his hip a few times, trying to expel some of his nervousness. The stranger smiled softly.

"That would be excellent. Thank you, Virgil." He turned back to examining his options, and Virgil scurried off to find a gift bag.

The bags were all by the front register, and he grumbled a bit to himself on the way, preparing for some relentless teasing from his coworker for the next century at minimum. Emile was just waving Margaret off when Virgil rounded the corner, stepping behind the counter to rummage through some boxes for a gift bag.

"Sooo, Virgil," Emile started, tone entirely teasing as he leaned a little too far on the counter, tapping his orange pen on his lips.

"Don't. Say. Anything." Virgil hissed through clenched teeth, glancing up to give Emile another pointed glare for good measure. Emile chuckled lightly, leaning back on the counter a bit.

"Whaat? I won't! I'm totally innocent, see?" Emile puffed out his bottom lip and made his eyes look big. Virgil scoffed.

"Is that a cartoon reference?"

Emile grinned, shrugging. "Probably."

Virgil found the gift bags - finally - and began scampering off and away from the prying gaze of his overly curious co-worker.

Virgil helped the customer to find and collect the proper amount and variety of yarns that he wanted. As it turned out, it was a relatively easy task; aside from being impossibly and unintentionally charming, the stranger was mindful and courteous, and working with him was proving to be relatively easy. They bantered a bit, falling into a casual conversation as they searched for yarn, as well as while they walked back to the register for Virgil to ring his items up.

Emile gave Virgil a pointed look as he approached, trading him places as he walked with a skip in his step back to his yet unstocked shelves. Virgil rolled his eyes at him, stepping extra carefully behind the counter so as not to trip on any stray cardboard boxes. He leaned against the counter in front of the register, beginning to type numbers into it as though he knew the yarn prices like the back of his hand.

the customer stood at the counter before Virgil, vaguely examining his purchase as he watched Virgil slightly through his peripheral. He noticed the way Virgil bit at the inside corner of his mouth, worrying the flesh between his canines as he focused on adding the prices.

"Alright... your total is 82.53," Virgil said slowly, looking up at the stranger, who had - oddly enough - already been looking at him. The stranger glanced away momentarily, clearing his throat and reaching into an inside pocket of his coat for his wallet.

He produced a pristine black leather wallet, pulling a shiny navy blue debit card from between its folds and setting the wallet on the counter as he handed off the card. Virgil took the card and charged it, the customer punching in his PIN through the keypad.

A faint buzzing sounded from within the man's coat, and he reached in once more with knitted eyebrows. He pulled out what seemed to be his phone, eyes widening as he saw whatever was on the screen. Virgil couldn't see, but he figured someone must be calling him.

"My apologies, I must depart," The man spoke quietly, grabbing his gift bag of yarn and bringing his phone to his face as he made hastily for the door. Virgil didn't hear what he said when he answered the phone, but his brow was still furrowed when Virgil caught a glimpse of his face walking down the sidewalk out the store window.

"Bye..." Virgil said to the empty store front.

He looked down, seeing the customer's debit card still in his hand. "Shit." He saw the wallet set on the counter before him as well. He grabbed it, opening it to return the debit card to its proper place and see if there was a way of contacting the man within the wallet.

As he opened it, a white card similar in shape and size to the debit card fell to the floor. Virgil retrieved it, flipping it over to see what it was.

"No way..." Virgil was holding a driver's license. The name it was registered under was too familiar for it to be a coincidence.

He'd need to be giving one Logan Lattimer a call on his break.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts virgil #emile picani #analogical #anaroceit #anaroloceit #theyre so gay oml

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Lightning Storm Ch. 1: Lightning in a Bottle

Summary: Henrik is a naturally curious person, and with there being something between him and Anti, he just wants to know what kind of person he’s dealing with.

Chapter: 1, 2

Henrik had more than a bit of a problem.

Anti had stopped making his presence so apparent, almost like he was trying to avoid Henrik but still watch him. It gave Henrik time to think about a lot of things. About what he wanted, and if even pursuing a relationship with him was even remotely a good idea.

The glitch demon was angry, violent, prone to random fits of destruction, and left gifts outside of Henrik’s office like a deranged cat. But he also saved Henrik from fights, wasn’t attacking him, and it was clear that although he left organs and teeth for Henrik that he meant for Henrik to actually like the gifts.

So Henrik was unsure of what to do about Anti. He was mostly curious about how a relationship like that would progress. But Anti had a history with the Septics that reminded Henrik that this tepid infatuation could end with Henrik’s blood and guts smeared all over the walls.

Henrik had spent a lot of time thinking about it as the gifts and stalking kept coming. So to clear his head, he headed towards the base.

The German doctor meant to find Logic, ask for some surveillance equipment, but when he walked into the comms room the Side wasn’t alone in the room. He was with Tubbo and Nate.

Logic was busy managing several different screens as the situation was calming down as Tubbo was holding some remote and shouting information into a headset. Both of them were on their feet. Nate was next to them, looking braced to rush out of the room.

Henrik paused as Logan fell back into his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

“Holy shit,” Tubbo commented, and started to drive his remote again. He was bringing his little bee drone back to him. What came back faster to him were three little bee familiars which buzzed around his head and settled into his suit. “That was ridiculous.”

“Now do you see why I keep you away from the Duke, his particular breed of unpredictability makes him exceedingly dangerous,” Logan explained.

“Is everything alright?” Henrik asked as he walked in.

“It is now,” Nate answered with a sigh of relief.

“Vat[1] happened?” Henrik looked at the screens.

“The Duke decided to live up to his title of “Intrusive Thoughts” and terrorize a baseball stadium full of people and make them hallucinate,” the logical Side explained. “At the most inopportune time, of course.”

“Of course,” Henrik rolled his eyes. Then he turned to Nate, “Ahhh, Nathan, it is so good to see you. It is a rare thing to see you in ze base zese days.[2]

“Been busy,” Nate commented. “Just wanted to meet the new guys, they seem alright.”

“Damn straight,” Tubbo smiled back at him, before continuing to pilot his bee drone back to him.

“Heard this place was haunted now,” Nate smiled.

“Ahh, yes,” Henrik smiled. “Big Man has a bro’zer currently viz Marvin. He calls himself Ghostbur und can phase z’rough valls.”[3]

“No shit, he like Big Man?” Nate smiled.

“Nein,”[4] Henrik smiled. “He vas[5] much calmer, und[6] quieter.”

“Really? That’s hilarious.” Nate laughed, but he was just staring at Tubbo, he seemed to be studying the young apprentice.

Henrik was about to leave and give up on his questions for another day. But Nate got up.

“Coffee?” Nate smiled.

Shrugging, Henrik followed but they didn’t go to the common room area for coffee, they left the base entirely.

“I like researching demons,” Nate told him, their topic veering to what Nate had been up to since Henrik had last gotten to sit down and talk to him, “and glitches have always been interesting to me. Even more so after I found out that Logic was a demon. I used to think they were all chaos incarnate, and they are, but they’re more than that. Logic is a way different demon than Anti, and both of them are different from the Jims, who I’m fairly certain are just super weird glitches.”

“Really?” Henrik asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Nate smiled as they kept walking down the road to this little coffee shop. “Makes me really glad I started distancing myself from the hunters. The only research they care about is if it makes killing demons easier or safer for them.”

“So you wish to become a university professor on ze[7] demons?” Henrik smiled.

“Dude, if that was possible, I would,” Nate promised. “The process from a human soul to a demon one. What they lose? What they gain? Can you predict who’s actually going to turn into a demon? What type of demon are they going to turn into?”

They took the time to get their coffees and take their seats outside the coffee shop as Henrik thought about Nate’s words. “I assume zat[8] you have taken copious notes about ze[7] demons already in Egoton?”

“Course I have,” Nate smiled. “As much as I was able.”

“Vat[1] do you know about Anti?” Henrik asked. “I know vat he is now, but vat about before. Vho vas he before he vas a demon?”[9]

“Huh,” Nate let out a loud puff of air and tapped his fingers to his coffee mug. “Never tried to look him up that far back.”

The singer looked down at his coffee before looking back up in thought. “I think Mare said something about Anti being a little over a century old. That’s probably just in demon years, so who knows how old he was when he actually died. But he’s a glitch demon so . . .”

Nate let out another pensive breath of air, rubbing the inside corners of his eyes, “He was probably killed by lightning. But that was around the same time as an industrial revolution so he could have died in a factory accident and still turned into a glitch. His turning would have probably been sometime in the early 1900’s, late 1800’s maybe.”

“Und[6] could he be found?” Henrik asked.

Nate looked a little concerned, “Maybe, finding him would definitely be easier than finding Dark or Mare. They’re older than him and Anti is also a glitch so that narrows it down. Even if he did die in a factory accident.”

“I cannot imagine a vorld vere he did not get into some type of trouble viz ze law,”[10] Henrik commented, pushing up his glasses.

“Yeah that might make it easier,” Nate agreed. “Usually a soul doesn’t change too much from how it used to be in life. There’s some drift but not too much.”

“Yes, but—” Henrik thought out loud before Mare seemed to appear out of nowhere and turned over a bag of cookies right into Nate’s lap.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nate shouted.

“Shut up and eat them, you still reek,” Mare spat at him, digging some loose cookies still in the bag and pushing them into Nate’s hands. “Anything’s better than how you smell right now.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Nate tossed the cookies back in Mare’s face so hard they bounced off his face as they crumbled.

“I don’t like that kid’s aura,” Mare crossed his arms. “He smells weird.”

“Which kid?” Nate argued loudly, Henrik was watching Logan leading Tubbo down the street, the two obviously coming from the base and going out on a patrol. When Tubbo spotted Nate and Mare arguing the two stopped to watch them cautiously from across the street.

“The little goat demon with the bee theme,” Mare slapped down a hand to hold it about at Tubbo’s height. “I didn’t know you guys were picking up spawnlings off the street. I thought that was Dark’s shtick.”

“Bomble? What do you mean he smells?” Nate demanded. “What does he smell like?”

“How are you still alive?” Mare let out a frustrated sigh. “You know how toast smells when it gets burnt?”

“Yeah?” Nate agreed.

“Okay so imagine that burnt toast also set the toaster on fire, and that’s pretty much it,” Mare told them. “Anti doesn’t smell anything, but I can. I don’t know why! I checked with Dark, he can smell it too. But he doesn’t think he smells like toast.”

“Vat[1] did Dark say he smells like?” Henrik questioned.

“Death,” Mare told him. “At first I thought he was joking, like he was just being overdramatic, but then he told me he smells like a village that was on the verge of death from illness. Like a household taken over by the Plague. And after thinking about that, I’m inclined to agree. He kinda does smell like sickness. More like the burnt toast and toaster thing, but I get it. Dark is really old and he would go for that explanation. Don’t know how Anti doesn’t smell it, but he smells like bad news.”

“Zat[8] is very interesting,” Henrik hummed, everyone in the Coalition knew that Tubbo was a bomb expert and that the Coalition had some samples of a couple of his projects under lock and key so no one else could use them.

“Doesn’t help that everything he comes into contact with also winds up smelling like him,” Mare complained. “I thought Pixels had had something blow up in his face because he smells like him, all the time now.”

“Did you tell Logic about it?” Nate asked.

Mare huffed out, “Yeah but he had no idea what I was talking about, couldn’t stand to be in the base because the kid’s got the place carpet bombed.”

“King und[6] Host do not seem to have a problem viz[11] it,” Henrik thought out loud.

“Then their noses are broken, or maybe they have a tolerance to it, I don’t know,” Mare threw up his hands in defeat. “Point is the kid reeks, where’d you dig him up from? He die in some kind of explosion or something?”

“Not zat ve know of,”[12] Henrik sighed. “But he does have an affinity for explosives und bombs.”

Nate looked confused, “Does a person’s death influence their aura?”

“Kinda,”[13] Mare shrugged. “Sometimes it’s a little weird in how it manifests. I can tell if a demon was splintered from another demon, or came from a human soul. Wil probably became a demon in some insane asylum. Dark, it wouldn’t surprise me if his ringing is tied to how he died.”

Mare’s nostrils flared as the direction of air changed and the demon turned to glare at Tubbo who was quickly buzzing across the street and Logan yelled after Tubbo and raced to keep up.

The older demon hissed and took a step back. Logan physically put himself in-between Mare and Tubbo, physically baring his arm in front of the young man to keep him back.

Tubbo just nonchalantly hovered in the air as his wings buzzed. Mare wrinkled up his nose and glared at Tubbo, who was looking quite smug.

“Hey,” Tubbo smiled. “Heard yeh we’re talkin’ about me, mate?”[14]

“You smell,” Mare spat.

Tubbo finally touched his feet to the ground and leaned over to smell his arm, but his helmet shield was still down, so all he did was uselessly shrug. “I showered this mornin’[15].”

“Not what I meant, your aura reeks,” Mare told him. “What’d you do to it?”

Shrugging again, “Just me, bossman.”

“I’ve never,” Mare looked personally insulted. “I’ve never smelt a glitch aura like yours, you must have done something to it.”

“Huh,” Tubbo thought on that before he realized something, “interesting, so I don’t smell like honey anymore?”

“How the flying fuck do you smell even remotely similar to honey?” Mare demanded, almost sounding angry.

“Dunno,”[16] Tubbo shrugged. “E’eryone in the Server always said I smelled like honeycombs. Why do yeh think I started goin’ with the bee aesthetic?”[17]

“Yes, I was wondering how you arrived at the theme you did,” Logan commented.

“You’re lucky I’m in your territory or I’d take your face off,” Mare snarled and he disappeared into a puff of dark black-purple smoke.

“Nice ta[18] know I’m a natural demon deterrent,” Tubbo boasted proudly.

“I don’t think you smell bad, you smell like any normal person,” Logan commented.

“Maybe it’s a glitch thing, then,” Tubbo shrugged.

Logan was quiet at that.

“So I was right, you are a glitch then,” Nate commented.

“If I’m not a glitch, then I don’t know what qualifies, big guy,” Tubbo chuckled.

“Fair, but you and Big Man came from the same gang,” Nate was just watching Tubbo, the young man’s wings buzzing nervously. “How many glitches does the Server have?”

“Like, still? Or before me an’[6] Big Man left?” Tubbo’s tone sounded extremely guarded.

“Not including you two,” Nate qualified.

Tubbo paused to think, “Uhmm. Skeppy, Foolish, Sam, Karl . . .” He kept silently counting for a little bit. “Seven? Eight? Dream is really big on collecting glitches an’[6] empaths. There are even more empaths.”

“Did he ever say why, specifically?” Nate asked. “Glitches are really territorial, so are empaths for that matter, I wouldn’t think it would be so easy to have so many close together.”

“Well, yeah, it was hell,” Tubbo agreed. “But it helped that a lotta us were turned demons, we always kinda existed in the same type ‘a space e’en before we turned so we would have less reason ta kill each other.”[19]

“Yeah but people don’t just collect demons because they can,” Nate told him. “Do you know why he’s doing it?”

“I dunno[16],” Tubbo shrugged. “I always figured it was some kinda[13] power trip thing.”

“I think we should keep moving,” Logic interjected, he’d been watching Tubbo get more and more fidgety and nervous so he stepped in and whisked the young man away from Nate. They went off to go meet up with the other Core Sides and survey the damage that Remus had caused.

Nate and Henrik watched him go.

“That huge pact Dream has really bothers me,” Nate admitted. “Seven or more glitches all in such a tightly packed area, with that many empaths thrown in as well is a recipe for disaster.”

“How so?” Henrik asked.

“Anti and Dark are at each other’s throats and they’ve got different territories the size of cities,” Nate reminded. “By my research, Dream’s got a couple dozen young demons all in an area the size of three football fields and they haven’t all slaughtered each other. You don’t get that without a lot of coercion. It just . . . I don’t like it.”

Henrik thought about that, “Are you still going to do more research today?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Nate shrugged. “Write some music too.”

“I vill[20] join you,” Henrik offered.

“Sure, but why? If you don’t mind me asking?” Nate gave him an odd look.

“I vish to find Anti, und figure out exactly vat type of person zat I am dealing viz,”[21] Henrik explained.

“If you start knocking on that door, just know that demons don’t like talking about what turned them into demons. Some demons are too traumatized by it, others see their old human selves as weaklings. Anti is probably going to fall into the second category. You are going to start a shitstorm.”

“Zat[8] is alright,” Henrik dared as he stood up. “Anti und I already have been on bad terms, und zis vould be no’zing new.”[22]

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Post A/N: Tubbo’s familiars are named Spinz, Spunz, and Spoonz. His bee drone is named: Bee Innit. (Named after the canon bees Tubbo had in his New L’Manberg apiary.)

Tubbo’s aura actually smells like radiation, with a thin honey undercurrent, but demons older than the 1960’s can’t place specifically what his aura smells like and the radiation drowns out his original aura too much.

Accessibility Translations:

1. What

2. Ahhh, Nathan, it’s so good to see you. It’s a rare thing to see you in the base these days.

3. Big Man has a brother currently with Marvin. He calls himself Ghostbur and can phase through walls.

4. No

5. was

6. and

7. the

8. that

9. I know what he is now, but what about before. Who was he before he was a demon?

10. I can’t imagine a world were he didn’t get into some type of trouble with the law

11. with

12. Not that we know of

13. Kind of

14. Heard yeh we’re talkin’ about me, mate?

15. morning

16. Don’t know

17. Everyone in the Server always said I smelled like honeycombs. Why do you think I started going with the bee aesthetic?

18. to

19. But it helped that a lot of us were turned demons, we always kind of existed in the same type of space even before we turned so we would have less reason to kill each other.

20. will

21. I wish to find Anti, and figure out exactly what type of person that I am dealing with

22. Anti and I already have been on bad terms, and this would be nothing new.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #footnotes #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #Logan Sanders #tubbo underscore #Nathan Sharp #Natemare #Antistein #Doctor Glitch #Tubbo's bees #magic #overprotective Mare #Tubbo is a natural anti-demon repellant #because he smells like radioactivity #Henrik are you dealing with your emotions in a healthy way?#what story do you think you're in?

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falseroar · 4 years ago

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Dog Days Part 17: Meeting in the Park

((After their night out, Y/N learns that the new day has some special meaning for Chase. Eager to help take his mind off things, they decide to try for another walk.

Another one on the long side, and I expect the next one to be the same way. More about that in the end note.

Warning: mentions of blood.

Links to the previous Part 16: Caught on Camera and to the whole series.))

“The Host notes that someone appears to be in higher spirits now,” he said, although that was a bit of an understatement. You found yourself constantly lagging behind or surging forward, often getting almost half a block ahead of the Host’s steady, slow pace before you remembered you didn’t even know where the two of you were going.

Captain Magnum, displaying very fast reflexes that were a little terrifying from someone of his size, managed to catch you by the scruff of your neck with one hand and the tilting table with the other before you could get yourself kicked out of the restaurant. Still, the move earned you a scowl from the chef while Meri laughed about how friendly the Host’s dog was, causing both the Host and the captain to try and correct her for two very different reasons.

Unfortunately, after that, the conversation changed with Captain Magnum introducing Meri to the rest of the crew. Not long after, the Host quietly suggested that it was time for the two of you to go. You weren’t sure if that was because the captain started “joking” about shanghaiing one or both of you, or because the singing that started about two seconds after the door closed behind you could have been classified as torture in the right context.

Which meant you were left with question after question running through your mind, and no way to ask the Host any of them. How did he know Abe? Where was he? What was he doing now, was he okay? What happened after the party? How did he survive?

Then again, you doubted the Host would know the answer to those last two, but being this close to finding Abe again and not being able to just ask, it was enough to make you try to change back right there outside of the restaurant.

Not that you had any more luck this time than any of the other times you tried.

But now you were working through ideas on where to go from here. If you could get the others to help, it would be so easy—one of Marvin’s spells could find Abe in minutes if not seconds, and as much as Jackie mentioned running into hunters, there was a chance he already knew of him. It’s not like Marvin or Jameson would have recognized the name, as you had never included the hunter in any of your letters to them before the mirror.

After the first time you ran into Abe, you had to write a series of letters to tell them you were okay, especially after the news of a murderous werewolf in the city broke, and the papers were full of rumors that there could be more than one roaming the streets. That is, when they weren’t too busy criticizing the city for letting one in to start with. Never mind all the advertisements for wolfsbane elixirs and silver bullets in those same pages.

You suspected sharing that a hunter had discovered what you were would have ended with Marvin breaking into your home in the dead of night and kidnapping you for a while, for your own safety. Something he had actually threatened to do at the time, and while he might have been joking about that, there was no telling what he would have done to Abe in the name of protecting you.

So how to tell them now?

“This is where the Host must part ways,” the Host said, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked around and realized that he had stopped a few feet back, outside the entrance to the city park. “Dawn will be coming soon, and he would like to get some rest. The Host…appreciated the company tonight and hopes that the meal—”

The Host rocked back on his feet, body tensing when he felt the paws on his shoulders and your face next to his until he realized that this was your attempt at a hug. It was just a chance encounter, a random fluke, but you wished desperately to thank him, to tell him what those few overheard words meant to you.

Instead, you let go and dropped back to the ground, leaving the Host to gather his thoughts before he stammered, “It, uh—Think nothing of it. It was just a meal, nothing more.”

He seemed to place a heavy emphasis on the last sentence, as though trying to reassure himself or someone else of what he was saying. After considering for a moment, he added, “Take care, and keep that collar close. There are many eyes in this city.”

Deciding that was apparently the note he wanted to end the conversation on, the Host turned and started to walk in the park before, as an afterthought, waving goodbye. You could just barely see the gesture before he disappeared down the trail, the crunch of fallen leaves trailing behind him.

Not the most reassuring way to say farewell, and you were suddenly very aware of the chill in the air and the eerie quiet of a city not yet fully awake. Then again, if he was right about dawn coming, there would soon be a lot more people to worry about—and several people back home with questions about where you had been all night.

Ears and nerves on high alert once again, you mainly used your nose to find your way back to the right neighborhood, and from there to the right house. Hoping you had beat the doctor home, you took a second run at the fence, this time managing to clear the top even if the rolling landing on the other side wasn’t exactly graceful. In the safety of the backyard, you slipped your collar off and shook yourself, relieved to finally have that small but somehow barely bearable weight off of your neck. It was a little worrying how tempting it was to bury the thing out here, even when you knew it was keeping you safe.

You pulled open the sliding back door and paused, taking in the dark and silent house. Someone had turned off the light left on for you, but otherwise there was no sign of anyone else up yet as you quietly pulled the door shut behind you and dropped your collar more or less where you found it.

That is, until you heard the sound of someone trying very hard to shut a kitchen cabinet without making a sound, and almost succeeding. There was the muffled clunk of a full glass or bottle on the counter, and the soft shift of weight as someone moved and opened another cabinet. All of it would have been easy to miss for someone without your enhanced hearing, which also caught the key in the lock just before the front door opened.

“Ah, Hündchen, good morning,” Henrik said brightly as he stepped inside and flipped on a light switch, only for his smile to turn to a frown when your gaze snapped back to the kitchen and the muffled swear from inside it. A muffled voice that you recognized, even before you followed the doctor into the kitchen, where he turned on the light to reveal Jackie standing beside a row of bottles on the counter. “…It is a bit early for a drink, is it not, Jackie?”

“Shhh, please keep it down,” Jackie whispered, his eyes darting from the two of you to the direction of the still silent bedrooms. “It’s not what it looks like, okay?”

“It looks as zhough you are gathering all of zhe alcohol in zhe house for some reason,” the doctor said, and you nodded. The three bottles on the counter and the one in Jackie’s hand were all still unopened, which made his nervousness all the stranger. “Do you wish to tell why?”

Jackie sighed, shifting the bottle he held from one hand to the other and back again. “Today’s…it’s an important day for Chase, and one he kind of had issues with last year. You weren’t living with us yet so you wouldn’t know, but it was…rough.”

“Zhese are zhe kind of issues where more or less alcohol would help?” Henrik asked, again eyeing the bottles.

“I thought if he couldn’t find them, it wouldn’t be as tempting to give in to it again,” Jackie muttered. “He’s been doing good lately, and I don’t want him to lose that.”

The doctor considered this and nodded. “Zhen I can keep zhe bottles in my room until zhe temptations are not so strong.”

“Really?” Jackie asked, and Henrik shrugged.

“No one goes in my room during zhe day, and I have places I can hide a few bottles. It vill not stop him from buying more, of course. And being zhere for him and keeping his mind occupied, if zhis day is so difficult, would be much better.”

“I know, I know,” Jackie said softly, sounding so tired that the doctor spared a hand on his shoulder before picking up two of the bottles and motioning for both of you to follow. “Come on, Y/N, ve can do your exam in my room zhis morning.”

Once the bottles were safely stowed away in the back of one of the doctor’s cabinets, behind a personal supply of first aid items, Jackie thanked him again and went to start breakfast for the others. Leaving you alone with the doctor in his room which, unlike the other bedrooms, was noticeably lacking in the window department.

“How are you feeling today, Hündchen?” Henrik asked, once he had you sit on a long, padded bench and pulled up a chair to sit in front of you. “Better zhan yesterday?”

You nodded and smiled, causing the doctor to sniff the air.

“Good, you did eat something. I vas worried, vith zhe bowl in zhe kitchen still full.” He chuckled at your guilty expression and said, “No worries, Jackie is always sneaking takeout when he is out late and thinks we do not know.”

There wasn’t an easy way to correct him, any more than there was an easy way to explain where you had been last night or why you were so tired now, although the doctor just clicked his tongue when you yawned while he was checking your eyes. Generally, not the reaction of someone looking into the open mouth of a werewolf inches away from his face.

“You should get some rest, Y/N. Sleep is good for zhe body and mind, and for zhe recovery, no matter what Marvin and Jackie seem to think.”

You nodded, while privately thinking that sleep would be a little hard. Your body was exhausted, but your mind was wired and racing, even when you stretched out on the couch and closed your eyes. Lying there, you could smell breakfast cooking and hear the others emerge from their rooms and join Jackie in the kitchen, their conversation fading in and out as you dozed, until the click of the front door closing woke you up.

“Yeah, Chase is fine, he just has a lot on his mind I think,” Jackie said, probably in response to something Jameson asked. “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Said the guy who was worried enough to hide all of the alcohol.

Why wasn’t Jackie telling the others? Then again, he had also avoided specifics when he talked to you and the doctor earlier, and only said as much as he had to. Whatever was going on with him, Jackie must feel it was personal enough to leave it up to Chase to decide if he wanted to say something.

The conversation continued, but judging by the silences and Marvin responding, Jackie was the only one not talking much. You wondered if he was thinking about how long it took before the front door opened again and Chase stepped inside.

“You good?” Marvin called from inside the kitchen, and you heard Chase stop in the living room and take a breath before he answered.

“Yeah, just realized some of my game footage was corrupted. Sucks, but I’m going to be in my room recording for a while to make up for it, if any of you need me.”

“That’s rough. Let us know when you need a break,” Jackie said. “Jameson’s saying he can bake some cookies later.”

“And we’ll try to keep Jackie from eating them all,” Marvin joked.

Chase’s laugh felt a little forced to your ears, but he retreated to his room and the conversation continued in the kitchen. You soon dozed off again for what just felt like a minute, but when you woke up again the kitchen was silent, the room empty and breakfast cleaned up. A walk down the hall found the others in their rooms, Jameson bent over a stack of papers writing and mouthing words to himself, maybe working on a new act for his show, Marvin crafting some small and slightly worrying dolls for some unknown purpose, and Jackie having fallen asleep on his bed.

Chase’s room, however, was very quiet. Especially since his usual recording sessions seemed to involve a lot of talking and occasionally shouted insults at whatever was going on in his computer screen. You stopped and, after a long enough second to wonder if he was even still in there, heard a sound.

Chase choked back another sob when he heard a noise at his door. Hastily wiping at his eyes and clearing his throat in an effort to sound normal, he said, “Busy, bro!”

The sound came again and he realized it wasn’t a knock but something scratching in the general area of the doorknob. When he stood up and opened the door, it was to find a wolf sitting in the hallway, one paw still raised in an effort to get a hold of the doorknob.

“Y/N?” Chase asked, too aware of how stuffy his own voice sounded. “I, uh, I just…lost a try not to cry challenge, y’know?...Do you know what those are? But I’m fine.”

You tilted your head, and he could read the doubt in your expression.

He sighed and knelt down, lowering his voice in case one of the others might hear. “Thanks for worrying, but I’ll be okay. Today’s just one of those days, you know?”

You stared at him, and he looked back into those silver-clouded eyes and wondered not for the first time what you were thinking. Especially when you turned and walked away, only to come padding back before he could stand and shut the door again.

With your collar and hated leash in your mouth.

“You want to go for a walk?” Chase asked, genuinely surprised when you nodded. “Are you sure? I know yesterday was…”

You nodded again and looked him in the eye without blinking. Chase couldn’t kid himself on why you were suddenly suggesting a walk, even after the last one had gone so badly. And sitting here alone in his room wasn’t doing him any favors.

“Okay, I’m game if you are,” he said, and found himself returning your smile.

He helped you get your collar on and left a note on the kitchen table, but he breathed a little easier when the front door of the house was closed behind both of you without any of the others noticing or asking any questions.

“Just let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?” Chase said as he clipped the leash to your collar. He noticed the shudder that ran down your spine even as you nodded. “We’ll take it slow, and stop any time you need to.”

Together, you walked to the end of the drive and turned to follow the sidewalk. You kept close to him, ears twitching occasionally when you heard him sniffle and take a few shaky breaths.

“I’m okay,” he said, again. “I’m just…not ready to talk about it with the others yet. You understand?”

You nodded, understanding a little too well.

“I don’t want them to think—” He sighed. “Everyone has enough on their minds already.”

You bumped hard against his leg, as if to tell him to stop with that kind of talk. Or, when he looked down at you, it could be because your eyes were shut tight.

“Y/N?” he asked, stopping with you following suit when the leash pulled you back. “Sorry. Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, but your eyes were still shut tight. Mind going back to when you had to stop yesterday, how you put your paws over your ears and eyes, he asked, “Is the sunlight too much?”

You nodded, but shook your head when he asked if it hurt, and again when he asked if you wanted to end the walk now. So the light was just hard on your eyes, then. Sunlight sensitivity wasn’t exactly something the doctor could check for easily, after all.

“Huh…” Chase chewed on his lip for a minute before asking, “How’s the park sound? The shade under the trees might help. It’s not far from here, and it shouldn’t be crowded on a Monday afternoon.”

You considered this before nodding again. It would be farther than you managed to go yesterday, not including your little adventure last night, but the good thing about the park was that there would be plenty of places to stop and sit if you needed a break, and easy enough to keep you away from other people.

It was a slow walk to get there, with you walking with your eyes shut tight and stopping every time a car drove by, Chase’s hand on your back and soft assurances that everything was okay. Not exactly how you hoped for this walk to go, but when you reached the entrance of the park, his voice sounded much less cracked and shaky when he spoke again.

“Haven’t been here in a while. You ever been here before?”

You nodded, glad for once that you couldn’t provide extra context. Last time you were at this park, it was to investigate a murder.

Now though, you walked with Chase along winding trails under trees still holding onto their last few leaves, with the rest lying all around. There were joggers and walkers in the distance, but Chase was good at picking routes that mainly avoided other people, the number of which went down the further the two of you went into the center of the park.

By the time the small lake came into view, Chase was ready to stop and sit on one of the wooden benches randomly placed around park, where you leaned against his legs. Chase breathed out slowly, feeling the tension ease in his shoulders and back. It was so quiet and peaceful, that he nearly missed when your ears went up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Easy,” he said, ruffling your fur to remind you that he was still there, only to freeze himself when he recognized the next voice.

“Daddy?”

Chase’s head whipped around so fast that his neck cracked, and he could only stare at the woman who had stopped short in the middle of the nearby path and the two young kids with her.

You tilted your head and had just enough time to brace yourself before a young girl practically tackled you with a hug.

“You got a dog?!” she cried. “It’s so big, I love it!”

“Don’t pet a dog without asking,” the woman warned, pulling her daughter back. “That thing could have bitten you!”

“Uh, your mom’s right,” Chase said weakly. “Y/N isn’t used to other people yet.”

Your silver eyes met his and then you visibly made the effort to relax into the image of a regular dog, with a friendly smile and, after a moment to remember, a wagging tail.

“Y/N?” his daughter repeated, as though that was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. “That’s a people name, not a dog’s name!”

“It’s the one they came with?” Chase suggested, tensing again as his daughter pet a literal werewolf’s head while his son stared at a distance, eyes wide at the sight of the huge canine. “I didn’t expect to see you guys here today!”

“School’s out for a teacher conference,” the woman answered. “I didn’t expect to see you here, I just thought the kids would enjoy some time at the park.”

Chase tried not to read into that, tried not to think about how she would have changed their plans if she could have known.

“When did you decide to get a dog?” she asked.

“Y/N’s a…rescue that I’m helping to foster,” Chase said slowly. “They’ve been through a lot.”

“They?” she repeated, and Chase thought fast.

“Oh, uh, I wanted to practice with they/them pronouns, and I thought Y/N could help with that.”

“Oh,” she said, and Chase almost imagined that she sounded pleasantly surprised at that.

“Why does their tag have a picture of a cat on it?” asked his daughter, the little girl pulling just hard enough on the collar to make visions of it slipping off speed through Chase’s mind.

“Don’t! Uh, don’t pull on that, sweetie,” Chase said, trying to swallow down the panic in his voice. “The pet store was out of dog tags, so I bought one for a cat…?”

His son finally approached you, and you looked down as he knelt and poked one of your paws before declaring, “Lion.”

You tried not to laugh, you really did, but the boy looked up at you and grinned before repeating it again, “Lion!”

He’d probably get along well with Captain Magnum.

The young girl, meanwhile, picked up a stick and threw it, yelling, “Go fetch, Lion!”

“Y/N doesn’t really—” Chase started, but you took off after it. Luckily, he had the sense to let go of the leash, which dragged behind you as you stopped and stared at the pile of leaves some distance away from the actual stick before picking up another one at random.

“No, that’s not it!” his daughter declared, running to point at the correct one with her brother following after.

Chase exhaled slowly, watching in some disbelief as his kids played with a disguised werewolf before looking up at the woman who he still thought of as his wife, even if she didn’t seem so sure anymore.

“I tried to call you earlier, Staci,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

“I just…I thought I should say something,” he said, eyes going to his hands that were gripping each other tightly.

“’Happy Anniversary, I went out and got a dog’?” she suggested. “’Happy Anniversary, by the way, be sure to tell the kids that I walked out on that—'”

“Don’t,” Chase said. The kids were too far away to hear, but he saw your ears move, saw how you steered them just a little farther away just in case. “You know that I still want to see them. If you would let me—”

“No. You don’t just get to ask that, not after what you did,” Staci answered, her stare burning holes into the back of his head. “You left us, you just quit everything and walked away. I thought we were happy, Chase.”

“We—I was, you know this has nothing to do with you or the kids,” Chase said, struggling to keep his voice in check. To keep the tears from coming back. “I just…needed some space from the rest of the family, to figure some things out. My parents…”

“What, expected a lot from you? Set you up with everything you could ever want or need at the Institute? Took care of me and the kids when you left, because you ‘needed some space’ to ‘figure things out’?” Staci made a sound, and Chase could hear the disgust in her voice as she continued, “They would take you back in a second, if you would just ask. Instead, you’re making a fool of yourself online, without a care in the world.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Staci—”

“How? Tell me how it’s complicated, tell me just once why.”

Chase hesitated. She had tried to understand when he said he couldn’t keep up with his work at the Institute, at first thinking the pressure was too much, then, as time passed, assuming he refused to handle the responsibility. She wanted him to stay, to live up to his potential, and when push came to shove, she chose the Bronsons over him. Maybe it would have been different, if he had told her, or maybe she still would have chosen the security his parents offered, the promise of a good education and future for their son and daughter.

But if she didn’t know, then he couldn’t blame her, he could hold on to the hope that maybe, someday, it would make sense. That she and the kids could forgive him.

“Lion? Where’d you go?”

Chase realized that the kids were standing near a patch of trees, staring into the undergrowth, and there was no sign of a massive dog anywhere.

“Y/N?” he said, standing, and then when there was still no sign of them, “Staci, I’m sorry—”

“Go find your dog, Chase,” she said, sounding so tired.

He stopped by his kids, took a second to hug and hold them both before assuring them that “Lion” was okay, probably just distracted by a squirrel or something, before going in after you.

You had been playing with the kids, trying so hard not to overhear a conversation that was not meant for you, when one of the sticks went further than the others. You splashed through fallen leaves after it, venturing past clinging bushes and trees, only to stop short when you caught the smell of the Host.

And of fresh blood.

By the time Chase caught up to you, it was at the foot of a rock outcropping that created a small sheltered area far from any of the other paths and with a good view of the lake. There, he took in the muddy and torn up ground, the spots of blood and other clear signs of a struggle, and you sitting hunched over a long staff made of driftwood, whining softly.

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“Y/N,” Chase said, not for the first time. He knelt down beside you and picked up the driftwood staff. “We can’t stay here, okay? We need to go, in case they come back.”

Your silver eyes met his, and for a moment he thought you were about to agree and come with him. That is, before you suddenly grabbed the staff out of his hand and took off running with it in your mouth.

The Host’s trail was easy to follow, too easy thanks to the blood, and before long you found yourself at the nearest entrance to the park, staring in dismay at the road where his scent vanished among the smells of too many cars driven by this area too recently.

Chase caught up to you and sighed. “They took whoever it was in a car. Probably straight to the nearest processing center.”

You looked at him and he had to shake his head and say, “No, it’s too late. Those tracks looked over an hour old, they might already be in holding somewhere by now.”

Assuming the owner of that staff wasn’t dead, but Chase didn’t think that was wise to share right now. Besides, if the hunters that took them wanted them dead, they wouldn’t have bothered with taking them this far and risk causing a scene.

You whined again. It was the only sound you could make that came even close to expressing your frustration, your confusion, your disbelief. Someone had attacked the Host, taken him away in broad daylight, and no one noticed? How could Chase not sound more concerned, why weren’t they calling the police for help?

But you already knew why, and suspected Chase had the same idea. If everyone knew there were monsters living in the city, including those like the Host who could pass as human, then maybe they were more used to the sight of a hunter taking someone away. The idea of a hunter finding and catching a ghoul in the city would have made headlines in your day, but maybe now it was just enough to make people stop and stare, then continue about their day.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Chase said, picking up your leash again when the people passing by started to give him looks. “We should head back.”

You didn’t give any sign that you heard him, but you also didn’t resist going with him this time, although your head was lowered, your eyes once again closed against the sunlight, your ears flat as you tried to block out the noise of cars driving by and the voices of people walking by or going in and out of the stores on this side of the park. It probably would have been faster to cut back through the park to where you came in, but Chase had assumed, rightly, that you didn’t want to go back by that place again.

Even just the smells alone were a bit much, between the dusty smell of fallen leaves and the low, heavy scent of car exhaust and gasoline from the road, mingled with the scents of people and flowers placed outside of stores and the overload of information coming out of each open doorway you passed.

So when you passed one and caught the heavy aroma of coffee, you couldn’t resist stopping and taking a deep breath. Start by focusing on one thing, the Host had said, although now you missed the days when you could hunch over a steaming cup of peppermint coffee until it drowned out every other smell, until it was easier to forget that one extra reminder that you weren’t entirely human instead of being reminded every single second.

Chase stopped, realizing that you seemed to need a second, and considered again calling Jackie to come pick you up. Or maybe Marvin, who wouldn’t be tempted to take that literally and who at least kind of knew how to drive. Either option felt like it would lead to being told off for leaving without telling anyone, but the way this walk was going, he was already afraid you would never want to give it a third try.

“Whoa, wait a second. Can you tell me where your dog got that stick?”

A woman wearing a barista apron was standing at the door of the coffee shop, looking from Chase to you, her expression that of someone holding her breath and waiting to decide if she should be very angry or very concerned.

Chase looked down at the piece of driftwood you were still holding onto and back at her, heart already sinking as he said, “We found it in the park, near the lake. Do you, um…?”

“That’s a staff one of my…one of my regulars around here uses to walk with, I’m not sure how far he could go without it. And you say you just found it in the park?”

“...Maybe we could talk inside?” Chase asked.

Not much later, he was seated at a corner booth with Carla, you sitting on the floor but your head still easily high enough to look over the edge of the table at both of them. Otherwise, the coffee shop was empty, a sign on the door encouraging customers to come back in fifteen minutes.

“My—my dog found the staff in an area off the trail. There were signs of a struggle there, and we—I think your friend might have been taken by hunters. Do you know if…was he…?”

Chase paused, unsure of a polite way to ask, but Carla just sighed.

“I don’t think he was entirely human, if that’s what you’re getting at. I never asked, and he never said.” Carla hesitated before adding, “He’s been around for over a month now, and never once taken the bandages off of his eyes. The way they bleed, I suggested once he go to the hospital, but he just said they couldn’t help him there.”

“So he was probably unregistered,” Chase said, although he did pause at that bit about the bandages. What could cause something like that, and go untreated for so long? Maybe a question for the doctor, but for now he said, “The Institute can give anything from a slap on the wrist and a fine to six months in holding for not being registered, depending on what your friend is. The good news is, they’ll probably take a look at his eyes there and do what they can to help.”

“And the bad news?” Carla asked.

“…It might be hard to find out what his situation is, if he doesn’t have any family or close contacts to ask,” Chase said, and judging by the look on Carla’s face you could tell she heard the lie in his voice just as well as you did.

“Meaning it’s easy for him to disappear,” Carla said. “No one to look for him, no one to ask any questions. I’ve heard the stories, we all have, of someone who knew someone who was just not there anymore. People just gone one day, and no one knows what becomes of them? It’s…”

Carla searched for the right word and came up with nothing, but looked down when she heard a whine come from the dog sitting next to them, their head down.

“You know, don’t you baby?” she said, stroking the top of your head.

If she only knew.

“We can try,” Chase said suddenly. “My friends and I, we can at least try and find out something about your friend. I know someone who’s good at finding people, and my friend and I, we’re…we’re familiar with how the Institute works.”

“Because you used to be one of them,” Carla said, and smiled at Chase’s surprise. “I know what the toll of hunting with a conscience looks like. We get all kinds here, trust me. If you and your friends can find something, I’d…I’d really appreciate it.”

Carla insisted on keeping the staff, just in case, and she also insisted on give Chase a cup of fresh hot coffee and a slightly disappointing cup of whipped cream for you, thanking both of you again on your way out even though the news was clearly still sitting hard with her.

“Even if we can find out what’s going on with this Host guy, there’s not much we can do about it,” Chase confessed to you once you were a street or two away from the coffee shop. “I shouldn’t have even said anything.”

You stopped short, pulling back on the leash so hard it threatened to pull your collar off.

“Y/N,” Chase started, before pulling you aside and sitting down on one of the benches along the sidewalk here. Keeping his voice low, eyes watching those going by, he said, “I know what the Institute is like, from back when—from back when I was still calling myself a Bronson.”

“I started out as a hunter, like Carla said. And I was a good one, or thought I was only helping people. I’d give more warnings than the others, let things slide when I could. We worked under the idea that we were protecting people, even the monsters we were bringing in by giving them help so that they could go back out in the city and just live their lives.

“Like…a few years ago, there was an outbreak of vampires. People who didn’t even know they had been turned, until the hunger took over or they showed up in hospitals with huge burns, just because they made the mistake of stepping outside on a sunny day. I found so many of them, people who didn’t know what to do, who were scared, and I took them to the Institute where they did help them learn how to adjust. It got to be so bad that the outbreak led the Institute and the city to help create the registration and blood program that lets Schneep keep his practice, it led to a lot of good for people who otherwise wouldn’t have had that kind of access.

“Doesn’t change the fact that they were—are—horrible.” Chase sighed, silent for a moment before continuing, “I found the vampire who started it all too, the one who was knowingly infecting other people without them even realizing what happened. And I killed him.

“After that, I just…I needed a break from the hunting, and I thought working in the rehabilitation and testing side of the Institute would be better, that I could help without…I’ve gone into Schneep’s clinic before and had someone recognize me, and start crying, begging me not to take them back. That’s what I was to people, as a hunter, when I wasn’t…something else.”

Chase’s breath was shaky, his hand in your fur trembling even as he continued to speak.

“The Institute does take non-humans in, helps them learn how to adjust to living with humans safely, like those vampires. Most of them. Others though, they don’t leave. They’re kept in the name of public safety, or to be studied, taking bits and pieces to find out their properties and how they can be exploited, or to be guinea pigs for new ‘cures.’ Sometimes the experiments focused on normal humans, how to keep someone from turning or…or what exposure to different things can do.”

“Once someone is in the Institute, getting them back out is almost impossible. The Institute helps so many people, enough that most people really do believe that’s all it is. Which is why when it decides to keep someone, it will do everything it can to make sure they don’t leave and ruin that image. The only reason I was able to get Jackie out was because I was already on the inside, and no one was ready to suspect a Bronson. And we still had to leave so many others behind.”

Chase trailed off and you placed a paw on his knee, trying to let him know that you understood, at least as much as you could.

“But you’re not going to let this go, are you?” Chase asked, showing that he understood you too even before you nodded.

He sighed and ruffled your fur, unable to blame you even if he didn’t know about how you had just met the Host, how you maybe owed him a story but definitely owed him for helping you realize Abe was still alive. That, and Carla was right: you knew too well what it was like to disappear, to be taken from your own life and locked away, to let it happen even to someone you barely knew.

“Okay then, ‘Lion,’” he said, his smile bittersweet, “But first let’s go see what the others have to say about us running off. Think you can pull off the puppy dog eyes to get us out of trouble?”

That one, you were less sure about.

((End of Part 17. Thank you for reading! All around, not the best anniversary Chase has had, and yet still not the worst one by a long shot. And as I mentioned up top, I expect the next part to be on the long side, which may come out tomorrow or the day after, depending on how things go. Hopefully that will make up for the break in new additions to the story for a little while. I need to catch up in my writing, and starting next weekend I won’t be near a computer to post story-wise until near New Year’s anyways so it feels better to wait until i can be a little more consistent.

I promise, Part 18 will end on just the right note to make you all yell at me for leaving it there. That’s...the goal, right? Right?

Anyways, here’s the link to Part 18: Peppermint and Silver.

Tagging: @silver-owl413 @skyewardlight @withjust-a-bite @blackaquokat @catgirlwarrior @neverisadork @luna1350 @oh-so-creepy @weirdfoxalley @95fangirl @lilalovesinternet-l @thepoolofthedead @a-bit-dapper @randomartdudette @geekymushroom @cactipresident @hotcocoachia @purple-anxiety-blog @shyinspiredartist @avispate @missksketch @autumnrambles @authorracheljoy @liafoxyfox ))

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #wkm district attorney #werewolf au #chase brody #jackieboy man #dr. schneeplestein #the host #full disclosure:#i panicked at the thought of creating two new names #so i just didn't XD

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jesangel1503 · 4 years ago

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30 Day Challenge:Day 3 Topic

LET´S TALK ABOUT FRIENDSHIP

I can see this is a quite interesting but a bit sensitive topic for me. I just needed a time off to clear my mind so I can be able to cogitate on this familiar topic for everyone.

Let´s go straight to some few facts about friendship? Where did this word even came from?

So I browsed in and found out that friendship is a word of Germanic origin has existed in the English language since its founding in Old English. Back then, ‘friend’ existed as ‘frond’ which was the present participle of the verb fron, ‘to love’. The root of the verb was ‘fr-’ which meant ‘to like, love, or be affectionate to’. We can still see the remnants of this verb every day of the week- Friday or ‘day of Frigg’ is devoted to the Germanic goddess of love Frigg.

Source: whitesmoke.com

So much for it´s root word, let´s do some more researching. Many famous people have shared their thoughts about what friendship is for them. Now, maybe we can get some friendspiration from them!

Helen Keller

"I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light."

J.K. Rowling

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

Abraham Lincoln

"Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?"

Eleanor Roosevelt

"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart"

Bob Marley

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for”

William Shakespeare

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

Jennifer Lawrence

‘‘No matter how tired I am, I get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends. Or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just all work.”

Marilyn Monroe

“Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.”

Drew Barrymore

“What’s helped me is having really good friends I know I can rely on. Cameron Diaz is one of the greatest friends anyone can ever have. She has so much love to give.”

Selena Gomez

“Every single problem I ever have is healable by Taylor Swift. If I ever I have an issue, Taylor has gone through it – she gives the most thought-out answers. And what I love about Taylor is that she does believe in the whole love story and Prince Charming and soul mates. Because of her, I haven’t lost faith.”

Emma Watson

“My two best girlfriends are from secondary school. I don’t have to explain anything to them. I don’t have to apologise for anything. They know.”

Jennifer Aniston

“We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends – your own chosen family. There’s nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.”

Oprah Winfrey

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

Ariana Grande

“The best part about having true friends is that you can go months without seeing them and they’ll still be there for you and act as if you’d never left!.”

Whew, they are really inspiring isn´t it? But lemme give you bits of how I view and value friendship. So I´d like to answer some of these challenging questions I have found and that maybe can help me dig in to what´s really coming to my mind about this topic. As you read along, you are free to answer on your own and find out? Well, this is a writing therapy for me. I thought it might be nice to put my thoughts into writing and share it with you ( Well, only if you are interested to do so) But yes, this is entirely my thoughts. Some of you might disagree about my answers and what I have been writing in this little writing space of mine, but I don´t really care! As I have said, this is my therapy. If you judge me based on my thoughts, it´s totally on you and if that amuses you, well IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE :)

QUESTIONS ABOUT FRIENDSHIP

Can you describe one of your closest friends.

It´s so hard to choose which one of them that I particularly should talk about. All of them are special to me in their unique ways. But let me describe you one of my bestfriends, whom I met when I was an aupair in the first town I lived in here in Denmark. It´s funny though because this friend of mine, came to me by fate and the first time we met, we just click, you know. Like she´s that angel from heaven, who´ve brought me and would bribed me with food to keep me from not ditching school, because for her, it would be boring without me, and that she’d prefer me than the other filipino ones at the school. She would just call me and say, “Hey, wake up and get dressed. We´re off to school,and ahh uh don´t even say a word because I am already here, parked outside your house waiting for you. And, I´ve brought us Dinuguan and Pancit for lunch! Hurry!”.. So hard to refuse right? Oh yes, she is that kind. There are no other negative feeling around her, around us everytime we were together. We got along well so fast even at the very first day we´ve met. Since then, we hang out a lot. Sometimes cutting classes and going off to the second hand shop in town together or hit the mall, or just eat out in our favorite eat all you can Asian Restaurant. It´s just pure and honest friendship. I could sense she feels the same way too. It was never hard to be myself when I am with her. You know that feeling where you can´t feel any insecurities at all and you don´t feel that you are judged whenever you are sharing sensitive moments with her. I could say that is one of those few and rare friendship I have that I truly treasure the most.

Do you have any childhood friendships that are still strong today? Tell us about them.

I have a childhood bestfriend, and we have shared plenty of childhood memories together. I have been born in a family with no sisters so she is like a sister to me. Back then, she was living with her family in a house just a few walks from our house. I always spend time with her at their place when my parents were not home from work and she would come for a sleepover at our house during some of the weekends.. During my trip home last 2017, we were able to spend time together for a week. And still it´s as if things between us haven´t changed at all. She is still that friend who turned into family, and we assured each other that we we´re still gonna have each other´s back no matter what. Up until now, we´re still able to catch up, though I could say only through online. We both think we´re okay with the LDR thing. Haha!

Do you have any long distance friends?

I have, in fact, so many of them! As I reside now in Denmark, so the only communication we have is the internet. The first one I talked about she lives in the UK and my childhood friend lives in the Philippines. Most of my other closest friends are residing in the Philippines, UK, US, Australia, Canada, Japan and a few ones in the Middle East.

Do you think it is a good idea to borrow money from a friend? Why or why not?

This is a quite sensitive topic for me. But I do have views regarding friends and money matters. You know, in my entire life, I have tried to avoid situations involving friendship and money. I just don´t. I mean, I cherish people so much, and to ruin a relationship and lose a cherished friend because of money issues is a bit awful for me. I’d rather NOT. Just NO. 🙏🏻

Do you make friends easily?

I can make friends easily. And I do have a loud mouth. I am so excited to meet new people and talk with random people on the street and just smile and say hi. For me, it´s a bit of heartwarming when people comes to you, say hi, talk to you and get excited to know you. So I often think people would also want that. But given the fact that many people are too reserved, I also know my boundaries. It´s only when I feel like people would also wanna chat. I mean, like saying hi to the old lady beside me in a bus full of busy people. It could be lonely to be old, I think. Not many people are interested in talking to them. A few old people I met and talked with, they were all excited and thrilled to talked with me about their day, about their lives and jobs before and what life meant for them. For me, they have seen a lot and experienced a lot from all those years living in this world. It´s just compelling to learn from them!

Has a friend ever let you down?

I have experienced it many times. But based from it, I always try my best to understand them and listen to them more. Humans as we are, we often make mistakes. And that includes letting a friend down. May it be a small or a big deal, but friends that are meant to last, are the friends, who still thinks of how to mend things up than to make things worst. So a friend´s apology and forgiveness is always the best ingredients to make things last.

If the trust was broken, and there is no way you can bring back what you both have had before. I just let go and pray for them. In life you will learn who you should trust and it´s always gonna be the ones who will still be there for you despite the odds. You will learn a lot by gaining and losing friends.

Have you made any friends over the Internet?

I do have a plenty of them, with a few true ones though. But I do treat them as rare jewels that have helped me with my sanity being away from my family. I find it peculiar at first, but I have developed such strong bonds online, to take note that we haven´t even met yet! How cool is that!? Knowing and learning from a person you never met, sharing various experiences, thoughts, opinions are quite an overwhelming experience. When you get to know someone online, whom you can confide feelings to especially the things you can never share with anyone from your family or friends personally, was such a great help for me. During my first few months in Denmark, I have suffered a lot from a breakup plus the difficult adjustment phase I was going through by then. Living in a foreign country was quite a challenge for me. Even though I have my cousins and some few friends, but it was not enough by then. Because at the end of a tiring day, alone in a room, it was nice and comforting to have some people online, listening to your rants and cheering you up and helping you get your mind off the negativity and mind bugging thoughts and worries. I could say they are the ones I´d like to keep and hoping I can personally meet some of them someday too!

How do you maintain a good friendship?

I always make time to let them know that I still think and care about them. And of course, to never ever forget each of their special occassions!

How many people do you consider your "best friends?"

4 bestfriends; One is a bestfriend from my childhood years, one bestfriend from highschool, another one from college, one bestfriend whom I met in Denmark. 4 online bestfriends, one of which I already met.

What is a best friend?

For me, a best friend is a special connection between 2 people, where there is mutual understanding of each other, where there is a bond of trust, openness, willingness to care and look out for one another, despite the distance and circumstances. Where two people feel there is no need pretending, where they can both be themselves when they are together and where two people thinks of each other as their own PERSON to run to, and be comfortable with.

What is the longest friendship that you have had?

My childhood friend; we have been friends since we were so little. So maybe that´s what you call a friend for a lifetime.

What qualities do you think are important in a friend?

When you don´t get judged by the person and when they don´t talk negative things behind you and without you knowing.

What things should friends never do?

For me, I don´t like to compare myself with my friends. They have their own skills, talents, and own beautiful and unique lives. So maybe that is what a friend should watch out for. Insecurity and jealousy are both destructive in so many ways. Just be happy for a friend´s success and achievements.

Do you think it is possible to have a best friend of the opposite sex without becoming a girlfriend or boyfriend?

Oh, I do have a lot of friends from the opposite sex. I do happen to have one really close to me, so from a certain time, we were calling ourselves bessies. But, it did not last long. We both have jealous partners by then, so to respect each others partners, we agreed to have boundaries and thus avoiding conflicts as much as possible.

I also often get cringey whenever a male friend of mine that´s close to me, then we´ve had our bond, and then he gets a girlfriend, and i often get jealous, but not that I have feelings for the guy, but as a female friend, I just get jealous and often felt bad about lack of attention from him afterwards. So I tend to not get too close with male friends because I know it will just turn me nuts! But I am improving myself to just be understanding and to wish all the best for them! It is the best thing I could maybe offer to a close male friend of mine if ever.

Do you think it would be possible for you still be friends with an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend?

Of course, but only if all issues were resolved. So it´s totally okay and possible for me to still be friends with my exes. I mean, they were also a part of my life and we´ve shared some good memories together too! I am teaching myself not to be bitter with the past you know. It´s good not to hold grudge on anyone especially when they were once the people you cared most and loved you as well.

Do you believe your parents should be your friends?

My parents are my friends. And so as my brother. It´s been like that in my family. It always feel better when they are ones comforting you than anybody else.

What do you like best about your best friend(s)?

They are still there for me, even if they are far away, and if I see them again, it´s still gonna be the same, no insecurities, no pretendings and no negativity.

What are some ways your best friend has influenced your life in a positive way?

One of my bestfriend´s view about God inspired me the most. We have the same thoughts and often go late to sleep talking about a lot of stuff about life and religion. That means a lot to me.

What do you do when you have a misunderstanding with your friend?

If it was my fault, I often offer an apology. And if it´s the other way around, I always show that I can listen and try my best to understand their reason and forgive if necessary.

What type of people do you get along with best?

I don´t prefer any types actually. I just sync in with them. I think when people are meant to have a lasting impression on you, they just do. Because I think the universe conspires the people whom you will meet. Some will come and stay, some will just go and maybe leave something for you to learn. So for me, I just blend in when someone comes along and get on with the flow. I always follow the positivity flow. If i can sense a negative vibe, I tend to not fully entrust myself. Though I give many chances to people, for I always believe that sometimes the people I met and how they are, if they mean or like that negative, is because of what they have been going through in life. May it be a bad experience or a childhood trauma. We should always shed light to these people and give room for them to be understood.

What quality do you admire most in people and which one do you find the most objectionable?

If I happen to met someone who´s mind is just as beautiful as their face or personality, and then it´s just natural for us to have a good conversation in a way that´s not awkward and trying hard. Then it´s my type of person.. I don´t care if we have different views, I am bound to respect all of them. It´s just when a person knows how to choose the right words and right thoughts in that certain moment, then I am going to be rooting for that person.

Tbh, I don´t fancy people who praises themselves a lot and think that they are always right all the time. And also, even when in an argument, no matter how big or small the issue, it´s always the tone of voice that matters to me the most. How you say something affects what you say.

Is getting along with others a natural ability from birth or does it have to be learnt?

For me, getting along with others is a continuing learning process. I mean up to now, I am still learning and developing my skills every day because I love to keep people who are worth keeping. And I believe there is no such skill that one can be born with a natural talent for getting along with others. It must also first be taught at home. The family is the necessary factor to develop one´s values of friendship and we will just continue to learn more and hone it as we venture out into the big world.

How important is forgiveness in human relationships?

I have been taught that it is an essential thing for us to grow and be matured. Forgiving is accepting one´s offering of peace and understanding that he or she have made a mistake and is willing to make up for it. And so as asking for forgiveness. We often commit mistakes and hurt people, that´s how human we are. So it´s important to lower one´s pride and ask for forgiveness, no matter how hard it may be. Accepting one´s own mistakes is an act of maturity, and i can say it´s also not easy but it´s necessary for human´s social growth and behavioural adaptability in the society.

Do you tell your best friend everything?

It´s funny because each of my bestfriends have their own unique qualities; one is better at the whole education and knowledge thing, other one is good at the practical thing and wise things, the other one I can confide some sexual issues and other emotional things and one I can have a good conversation about God and life. So basically, I don´t tell everything to each one of them but I go to one where I need their expertise and where they can also relate from.

Where is a good place to meet a new boyfriend/girlfriend?

I don´t think there is such a good place to meet a new bf or gf. It will just come to you as if the universe worked on it so he or she will get to where you are and bump into you. You just need to be patient. And if there is no one, just be your own gf or bf. What´s important is you love yourself and happiness is from, within you. You can still be happy without someone. You just need to unleash that thought in your mind often.

So much for this friendship thing, I hope I don´t bore you too much. Well, write to me if ever you have other thoughts about what I wrote! Ciao!

#friendship

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kontontsukki · 5 years ago

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Soft days with kei 🥰

Tsukishima kei x reader

— reader talks to kuroo as kei and her are leaving the restaurant where they had met the gang(karasuno’s and nekoma’s team). Kuroo being playful offers the reader to be his girlfriend. Tsukki knows he’s doing it for fun but is surprise by reader’s reply. Then tsukki and reader end up having a soft moments together as they get back home.

note: reader’s personality is similar to kei in a sense that they both dont enjoy being open with their feelings. but… this time in this fanfic reader was high on social energy and ends up …

pairing: Tsukishima kei x reader word count: 1,195 words genre: college/university au warnings: kuroo being extra af and tsukki being extra teasing af. reader being wack af. lmao. no nsfw

my first fanfic on tumblr :))

requests are open, send me anything

"y/n if Kei ever breaks your heart, you have me," kurro said with his signature smile.

"tsk" Kei sounded annoyingly

"well it's fine I have Kei and he wouldn't do something dumb like that" y/n says with a hearty smile knowing that she loves Kei so mmuch.

"You know I'm way better than Kei in all aspects especially with making my girl happy," kurro says this but knows he's just trying to push Kei's button

"Tsk as if, " Kei said trying to calm down

"No, its fine besides you're not my type," you say as you know you strongly like Kei and nobody else could change that.

Kuroo looking amused asked y/n raising one of his eyebrows "what is your type then?"

You casually said "My type is tall, blonde man with an unusual obsession for dinosaurs and strawberry shortcake"

Kurro looked surprised and everyone was shocked at your blatant confession for the gorgeous tall French fry. You weren't known for openly being affectionate like kei.

Kei being the most shocked stared at you for a while. You cocked your head wondering why he was being shocked.

"Kei, why do you look so surprised? I love you. and that's why I'm always with you pfft dumbass I thought you'd knew that" you say as if it was natural. But Kei that knows that you who were usually embarrassed to say I love you to him was nonchalantly confessing to both of your friend group how much you love him without breaking a sweat.

Kei oddly chuckling to himself said "well, I didn't know that make sure to tell me when we get home"

Then like a switched turned on you suddenly feel the weight of what you said and meekly looked at everyone who was staring at you. The embarrassment set your face on fire.

"haha... yeah sure babe" *finger guns* you started looking down and went to hold tsukki's hand.

"Well, I guess I can't beat that," kurro said smiling and knowing that you won't leave tsukki. Tsukki sighed to himself knowing that kurro was just testing you. Kei found that unnecccasarry because he knew how sincere you are and how hard you always try to be good for him.

Tsukki waved goodbye to Yamaguchi and started to leave without saying goodbye to everyone else which was expected for someone with a character like him. He was after all a sassy hoe.

You turn back and said to everyone "guess we're leaving bye guys". Everyone waved goodbye as they were laughing to you guys as you went to leave. They were shouting don't break her heart, goodbye tall blond guy with 'an unusual obsession with dinosaurs and strawberry shortcakes'. Tsukki looked annoyed at their comments but smiling to himself because he was happy to have friends like them. The rest know how stingy Tsukki is to leave without a goodbye. But they were also happy to see that both of you guys loved each other.

Once you got into the car, you locked the doors. You were waiting for Kei to start the car but then realized after a few seconds the car engine was oddly not moving. You looked at Kei wondering what he was doing. But to your surprise, he was starring at you. You yelped at him'

"Kei, you scared me !" you say hitting him, Why does he always smirk you thought to yourself.

"Mhmm", Kei was humming to himself a song you guys listened earlier this evening

You were perplexed as to why Kei wasn't starting the car.

"Kei are you going to start the car?" you asked him tilting your head a little like a puppy questioning.

Kei looked at you and chuckled to himself and then he smirked at you.

"Oh I will, y/n but first I just need to hear you say I love you," he said looking at you expectantly

You looked at him surprised. Oh, he totally wants to tease me, you thought to yourself. You started getting nervous and stared at everything except the piercing gaze of the saltyshima rex.

"Y/n your bed is waiting for you, I bet the soft pillow must be just beckoning you to sleep on it" Kei says to you to entice you further. A light blush form across your face. You start getting even more shy as you realize that you'd have to tell him directly that you love him as his full attention is on you now.

Kei approaches you closer, so close that he forces your eyes to meet his with just his presence. You look even more nervous as he appears closer. You know it should be easy to just say I love you to him but it felt embarrassing as you had to confess what you had in your heart. IT was already hard for you to talk about your feelings let alone be straightforward with it.

Kei was now inches away from your face said with a smirk "y/n we can wait in the parking lot all night" . Kei knows just how to push your buttons. He loved to see moments when the stoic woman you are being shy about a simple confession.

You were being pressured by his face that was so close to you now. You looked down being shy and said in a very low nervous quiet voice " I lov-ve yo-ou ke-ei".

"hmm, I can't hear yooou " Kei said smirkingly in a low voice as well. He was enjoying putting you in the corner.

You garnered all your courage and heart and said looking into his eyes.

"I love you, Kei"

The love you had in your heart was conveyed through your sincere eyes and confident voice as you confessed to kei one more time and you knew this was not going to be the last time.

Kei who was caught off guard by your genuine and confident confession looked at you dumbfounded. He was genuinely surprised by your sincerity and confidence in telling him that you love him. He gave a hearty smile that happiness started to infect your chest.

"me, too. I love you too y/n" Kei said looking at you with a rare softness in his eyes. He didn't expect you to be straightforward and thought he could tease you even more. But how could he tease you when you had confessed to him so sincerely, he was nothing but touched He wouldn't admit it easily. He had always loved you for everything you did.

He gave a warm kiss on your forehead and started the car. You were shying like a schoolgirl. Both of you were smiling to yourselves wondering how well this evening started. Both of you felt warm in your heart and thought about how lucky you were to meet each other. The softness in this scene that unfolded that evening melted into the night sky as the moon followed both of you back to your homes. It was an amazing day and you thought to yourself, it was totally worth it to live.

the random thing i thought of. I like this. soft love and warmth.

#haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x you #tsukii #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #requests are welcome #tsukki x reader #requests are open #first fanfic

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aubrey-plaza · 5 years ago

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I've seen a lot of fic rec lists lately given everything happening. Do you have any recommendations to get us through the lock down? p.s. I love everything you write.

omg thanks anon!!

I know these are scary times so have here a quick and dirty list of my fave fics starting with Staubrey and then just... veering offcourse. They’re all femslash except the one I marked with an asterisk but yeah.

as always, I’m not gonna rec my own fics on my this list bc that’s cheating but if you wanna read them pls click this link and that ends the self promo for today lmao

recs under the cut!

Stacie x Aubrey

Snowbound

by ACamp_toner / @stepintotherevolve (22.171, complete, rated E)

summary: The Bellas go on a ski trip and Staubrey happens

notes: this has amazing smut and features just enough jealousy to spark these two idiots into a meaningful talk. there’s also side bechloe and a healthy dose of humour.

The Howl

by @tiny-maus-boots (30.739, wip/currently being written, AU)

summary: Stacie's pack is forcing her into a corner but Fate has other plans for her - if she doesn't die first.

notes: werewolf!Stacie and vampire!Aubrey who meet on a full moon and fuck. there’s more to it and a great backstory that’s being wonderfully developed (trust me, I’ve been told of the plans and I’m ri-ve-ted). also has some amazing soft moments and a fab spark of heat.

Prelude in Lydian Mode

by knappster / @ss-staubrey (5972, complete)

summary: Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

notes: I will rec this fic til the day I die. It’s such a lovely brand of staubrey and a perfect example of the idiots to lovers trope.

and the songbirds are singing (like they know the score)

by angelranger (2326, complete)

summary: It came as a slight surprise to Stacie that Aubrey, the same Aubrey who had grown up in a strict and dysfunctional household, was just so good with her daughter.

Bella seemed to unearth a side of Aubrey that was just so unbelievably soft, a side Stacie is almost positive even Aubrey didn’t know existed. But there she is, sat on the carpeted floor in front of the coffee table, sat right next to Bella, drawing outlines for the four year old to colour in.

notes: oh god i love a good, soft bella fic and this one hits all the right notes. it’s sweet and lovely and features singing Bella to sleep which is like. my weakness. go leave some more love on this deserved fic!

Sansa x Margaery

The Crackpots and These Women

by Netgirl_y2k (8089, complete, WEST WING AU)

summary: "You're in charge of press relations," Yara told Margaery, gesturing to Sansa. "Relate.”

summary: yeah you read that fuckin right that’s a West Wing AU. My love for this mashup has no bounds. It’s so perfectly coy, the way I imagine adult Sansa and Margaery would be, combined with the hopeful tinge of WW, and the pining of a somewhat open ended yet hopeful finish. If you like either of these universes, read this.

Kind Regards

by MsCFH / @hell-much (9835, complete, explicit, part of a series!)

summary: Margaery Tyrell is determined on setting foot in the Northern market of Westeros by establishing a collaboration between the Tyrell Corporation and Stark Incorporated.

The only problem? The likewise gorgeous and stubborn Deputy Managing Director Sansa Stark.

summary: holy hell this fic is amazing. they hate each other SO MUCH. the author has a vibe setting skill that makes me want to weep. the smut is off the charts hot like there are literally no words. go read it and then read the series bc it’s *that good*. please go get your church lady fan before reading because you WILL need it.

EXTRA NOTE: same author is writing a post-s6 canon compliant fic where Marg is actually still alive and if you’re looking for a full weekend activity, go ahead and binge this one (it’s a wip but is still being updated)

lay all your love on me

by 1once (9498, complete, show-compliant)

summary: It has been eight years since her demise.

But for the world of her, she cannot figure out why. For what? Why was she alive?

notes: i will say just one thing: flower. magic. okay, i’ll say more things. this fic is the redemption show!marg deserved combined with the fun supernatural magicky aspect of flower magic that’s just so in character. reading this fic feels the way a warm cup of tea in your hands on a cold winter’s day does.

til you come back home

by heart_nouveau (7978, complete, AU - modern setting)

summary: “Using one-night stands to distract myself from my crush on my roommate counts, right?”

Margaery Tyrell is an ambitious law student who needs a perfect grade point average if she wants to stay at the top of her class - and she is not going to throw that away by falling for her very attractive, very sweet roommate, one Sansa Stark.

notes: margaery is a moron with feelings aka my favourite type of character.

Birds of Prey’s Dinah x Helena

Siren Call

by ThanksForListening (3300, complete, part 2 of a series)

summary: "It always happened in the quiet moments. The early hours of the morning, when the leftover energy from a mission hadn’t quite disappeared yet. The sleepless nights, when memories clawed their way into her mind and wouldn’t let go until her screams released them. The lazy afternoons, when the radio played softly and melodies she’d almost forgotten danced around her lips. It was only when the world went still that Dinah felt her watching.

She didn’t remember the first time she noticed it. The staring. Maybe it was because Helena was always watching everything and everyone around them that Dinah didn’t realize how frequently that attention fell on her. How it felt different. Helena looked at the world with suspicion and anger and indifference, but not her. She looked at her with something much softer, something she hadn’t found a name for just yet. No word in her arsenal was deep enough or strong enough to describe it.

Whatever it was, she could feel it now.”

notes: gahhhhh this fic. “What do you see,” she finally asked, “when you look at me?” is a line that I’m gonna think about until the day I die. this is the second fic in a series and you can read it as a standalone but the first fic is also fuckin amazing

after the afterparty

by novoaa1 (1181, complete, set right after the movie ends)

summary: The Canary had let loose a delighted snort at that, as if she found the whole thing somehow laughable.

(Which it wasn’t, to be clear—laughable, that is.)

“Are y'all seeing this shit?” she’d turned to ask the rest of them, earning a giddy squeal from Harley and a bemused scoff from Montoya even whilst Helena remained stock still in place, dutifully blinding herself with one hand. “Absolutely adorable.”

“Shut up,” Helena had hissed back more out of instinct than anything else, though her tone was markedly devoid of any real anger.

(And if Helena had felt her cheeks flush ever so slightly beneath her palm at the Canary’s glib assertion, she certainly didn’t let on.)

Or: Sionis falls. The rest of them remain.

notes: just. read it.

knew your love (before i kissed you)

by z0ejake / @zxyjxy (58.263, wip / currently being written, rated E for the last chapter)

summary: Surviving the massacre of your entire family at the age of eight is a pretty impressive feat. Training for fifteen years in Sicily until you can kill a man with one hand and a hairpin is also a pretty impressive feat. Returning to the city where your family was cut down and killing every single person involved in their deaths is maybe the most impressive feat. Somehow, it's never been enough for Helena.

notes: bro this fic is a masterpiece and zoe is a genius. features absolute moron feral dumb jock helena and my favourite version of dinah: patient and endeared and a little teasing.

the war is over (and we are beginning)

by ace_verity (12.573, 5/5, complete)

summary: The thing is, Helena has no idea what comes after.

The past fifteen years, she’s had a singular goal. She's never given any thought to what she’d do once she killed the men who murdered her family in front of her.

Maybe, Helena realizes, she never actually thought she’d make it this far.

—

In which Helena Bertinelli joins a team, buys a cactus, beats up criminals, goes to church, bakes bread, and falls in love.

(Not necessarily in that order.)

notes: this fic is beautiful and perfectly explores a lost Helena. I also love the way Renee is written in this and the whole vibe of the story is just *chefs kiss*

cheap shampoo

by OfElvesAndAliens (1609, complete)

summary: The thing is, Helena is a rigidly focused kind of gal, iron rage forged into skilled precision. Dinah has also noticed it in the little things, like the way she frowns a bit when she's doing something as trivial as writing, her penmanship always neat and firm. That same tiny furrow of her brow is showing up again while she's methodically whisking some eggs in a bowl.

Dinah finds it cute. Fucking sue her.

notes: oh god but i love a bedsharing fic and this one? feeding and post-mission and just winding down together??? ohhhh my god

two extra random goodies just for fun:

Lamplighter

by the_years_between_us (116.915, wip, rated E)

show/ship: The Fall, Stella Gibson/Reed Smith

summary: Stella gets a call from Reed directly following the final episode of The Fall S3.

notes: this is one of only a handful of wips that I’m keeping up with and reading constantly. It’s written like goddamn poetry and I love an older ship with more baggage, because the emotions here run so much higher with their shared history and the tentative steps they’re trying to take. Also, given the source material, this is almost cathartic to read.

Nothing to Lose*

by tielan (8013, complete, rated E)

fandom/ship: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Maria Hill/Steve Rogers

summary: “It’s one of the traditional rituals of manhood,” Natasha observes as they’re sparring. “Kill a man, fuck a woman.”

notes: listen. i know. okay? i know this seems like a crackship. but I love it SO MUCH and this author writes so well that I’ve been fully converted. ~something some of you have told me I do for you~ so go read this fic, and then read the others, and then fall in love and join me in this lonely ship. You won’t regret it.

I’ll be writing while in isolation so if you have any Dinah/Helena or Stacie/Aubrey prompts, shoot ‘em my way!

and also hit me up for anything, as always.

peace and love, and stay safe everybody!

#fic rec #shoutout to anybody I may have missed bc I wrote this in a hurry <3 #anonymous #anon #ask

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wwounu · 6 years ago

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x.mh | i will fight you

✧˚ * . pairing: minghao x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “i will fight you”

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[ from: you make my day | you made my dream m.list ]

Xu Minghao.

A new name you go to know since this new semester started. His name has been heard a couple of times around — have you met the new transfer? The transfer has designed his own clothing line at sixteen. Apparently Minghao is a heir to one of the top fashion industries. Wow, his clothes cost more than my rent in a year.

And you were content never meeting this transfer, heir, fashion major student until he set foot into your coffee shop.

The clothes he wore on your first meeting was quite memorable, a rich, navy blue pinstripe suit and plain pants, a loose dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his slim figure, a ring on his left middle finger and right pinky — yes you remembered — and a black scarf similar to an ascot with white writing.

Everything was fine until he waltzed up, asking for a venti macchiato whilst talking on the phone to someone. You didn’t hear him the first time due to how quick he changed from one language to his native one, asking if he could repeat it.

He repeated it harshly this time, going back to his conversation as he throws a random note down, too unbothered to care. Of course, you had to ask his name to indicate it was his, to which he replied, “Xu Minghao.” And he — finally, you may add — leaves to wait for his order

“I will fight you.” You inhale sharply under your breath, deciding to personally do his order for him so that you can have the joy of writing on the cup at the end.

Since that day, you could never get rid of the look on Minghao’s face when he read Minghoe, the last three letters in capitals.

It was childish, but well-deserved to the owner.

Down the line, you’ve tried to find ways to misspell his name when you took his order, never failing to miss the phone next to his ear that would make him so rude.

Mingho, Myunghao, Minghow, Mingnoodle — for when he permed his hair one time — Mingles, Minghoho, Hingmao, Shoe Mingkachow; to name a few nicknames.

You aren’t sure when you’re going to stop it, but it’s not going to be soon, definitely.

He was wearing something more relaxed given that it was sunny, but the extravagance remained at its peak with red sunglasses, shoulder bag over his paint-splattered denim jacket, grey striped pants completing the look.

You finish writing the name for his order, calling out his name to collect it before you run to hide, leaving the cup. “Xu Minghao!”

“Honestly ‘Gyu, I’ve been trying to beg him for days.” Minghao sighs, thinking about his upcoming evaluation, the thought making his palms sweat. “He’s the one who told me detail is everything, but he cant even let me get the silk I specifically need for this.”

Staying silent, he stands in front of the counter where his lonely cup is to listen to his friend, catching a glimpse of a person hiding behind their coworker. He ignores it anyway.

He sighs, “I don’t know. Just thinking about it makes me mad, and...” He takes a quick glance at his beverage, “By the looks of my cup, I’m not going to feel any better either... Yep, I’m at that coffee shop. They make good coffee — I just don’t know who whoever writes my name think they are. I’ll call later.”

Without any goodbye, he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket, holding up the drink to read. He’s noticed this with his drinks ever since he began ordering, somehow overpassing Starbucks with their horrendous spelling, and in any other coffee shop, the spelling would correct.

“’Shoo’?” Minghao reads, guessing it’s a reference to his last name. He really wonders who keeps spelling his name in disrespecting ways, but he can only sigh, suddenly not interested in the extra teasing, leaving the cafe without his drink.

Everything wasn’t going right today.

You slowly walk back, picking up the macchiato with the words shoo scribbled, wondering why he didn’t bring it with you.

For the first time, you felt... Disappointed.

Working for the rest of the day, you get exhausted when less people come and the day darkens, watching people happily go home while you still have to cover up the shift for your coworker so that you can have the weekend off.

Sitting alone at the counter, you decide to check the back for anything to refill for the next day.

“Um, hello? Anyone?”

A voice calls while you aimlessly look in the darkness of the back cupboard, surprised a customer came in. “Please wait, I’ll be coming quickly!” You wash your hands and rub them on your apron, hurrying to the front. “Sorry about that, what can I do—”

You pause. Minghao?

He’s wearing something different — how many times does that guy change in one day? — an all-black shirt and pants, except for his beret, a stunning red, a watch and necklace as his accessories.

Minghao only looks at you, eyebrows knit together. He clears his throat, noticing you’ve been quiet for way too long. “Do you still have my drink here? I left it earlier. It was a ve-”

“Venti macchiato,” you finish, snapping out of your daze. Minghao’s eyes fly open, about to question it before you indicate your hand to an empty table. “Just wait there, I’ll see if it’s still here.”

“Okay,” Minghao slightly bows, walking away.

You find his cup still where you left it, flashbacks through the day of how you’ve been holding that cup ever since, but instead, you turn on the machines again.

“Excuse me?” You call to the male. “I found it.”

“Oh, really?” His voice peaks up, pleasantly surprised, walking towards the counter.

“Guess someone must’ve put it in the back. Anyway, here you go.” You hand Minghao the cup, watching him take it without question.

But he doesn’t leave straight away. He feels his cup, noticing the warmth. “Sorry, I don’t think this is mine, it feels like it’s newly made-”

“It’s for you, go check.”

Minghao frowns a little, taking one last look at you before he turns the cup around, seeing his name spelt properly on the cup.

“I didn’t even tell you my name,” he begins, but you stop him.

“Yeah, well...” You reveal the original venti macchiato from under the counter, proudly written with Shoo, pushing it to him. “Kinda knew what it was anyway.”

“Wait, you’re the one who spelt my name wrong?” Why does he look angry, you think, why does he—

“Yes,” you utter out loud, “and maybe every single one of your orders?”

You know you’re about to get into deep trouble until laughing is heard.

He’s laughing.

Minghao’s laughing.

“Was it something I said?” You question. His laughter still continues, a squeaky giggle as his eyes crinkle into smiles. “You don’t... Want to fight me?”

“No, not at all.” Minghao shakes his head. “I mean, the names were awful but hilarious at the same time, but I’ve been thinking who it might’ve been for the longest time, I even had a bet with my friend Mingyu and we’re still both wrong!”

“But what about today? You looked pretty mad after reading the cup...”

Minghao’s face softens at the sound of that, suddenly shy. “You saw? Oh right, that must’ve been you then...” His voice goes silent yet he still answers you. “It’s nothing, just troubles with my fashion assignments and stubborn dad.”

“Tell me about it.” You hum.

“Do you really wanna hear all of it? I’d be wasting your time.”

“Hey, I’m in this dump until eleven tonight, entertain me.”

Breathily laughing, Minghao nods and brings a barstool near the window to prop it on the counter, drinking his misspelt and correctly-spelt macchiatos as he talks.

Maybe Minghao wasn’t a fighting-worthy person after all.

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cncoh-damn · 6 years ago

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Director AU

In which (Y/N) is an aspiring director/producer whose mother and father are a director and producer respectively. And did we mention that they own what’s possibly the biggest production company on the planet?

General Headcanons:

you’ve got a squad of your own, and the ages are practically identical with the guys’ ages. except for the part where you’re born in 2000 and not 2001, unlike Erick. and your squad has twins, they don’t.

each member of your group has like this persona that everyone associates with said member.

the oldest of your group is Elodie Bauer, who isn’t really the most mature person, but damn if she can’t throw a party. it’s kind of why everyone calls her the Party Animal.

then there are the twins, Kiana and Kiara Mirren, whose parents just so happen to own the biggest talent agency in the Western hemisphere. between the two of them, Kiara is much more quiet and demure, though she has a reputation for being unpredictable, hence her reputation as the Wildcard. unlike her twin, Kiana is a creature of habit, and one of them includes being the mom friend. for a while, you all considered referring her to as such, but it didn't quite sit right. Sweetheart, on the other hand, did.

the second youngest is Alexandria Roxas, a half-Filipino whose family belongs to a successful line of celebrity entrepreneurs. with her flair for the dramatics, everyone took to calling her Drama Queen, something she takes as a compliment despite the obvious negative connotations.

finally, there’s you, (Y/N) (L/N), and your parents own a production company known for hugely successful films, be they foreign or not. as you aspire to be a producer and director, you picked up quite a few tricks, especially in editing, but this isn’t where your greatest asset lies. despite being the youngest of your group, your professionalism and maturity are second to no one in your age range, earning you the title of Girlboss.

How You Met:

you first met the guys on the set of Reggaeton Lento Remix, when Jade came over to meet them while they (CNCO) shot their parts of the music video.

honestly you were just there to grab the footage so you could start editing

but then they weren’t done yet so you just went to a corner and started editing the footage you did have

like after you introduced yourself to them, the director told you that they weren’t done filming so you just went ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ before plopping down in a corner

the guys were kinda weirded out/intimidated bc you sounded hella professional even if you looked like you were Erick’s age

but it lowkey didn’t stop Chris and Erick from tossing a few flirty comments your way

and then when they were done you introduced yourself again but in a nicer and chiller way

Before: “(Y/N) (L/N), I’ll be editing the video and splicing the footage together.”

After: “Hi, I’m (Y/N), and I’m really excited to work with you guys!”

the difference was staggering

plus you wound up as a translator of sorts that day because GOOD LORD JADE’S ACCENT IS DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND EVEN IF YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE IS ENGLISH

not that you minded, you had a Spanish test the next day and it really brushed up your skills so yaaaaaayyyy

still, they were all kinda shookt af when they found out you were just a year older than Erick

Jade: Yeah, she’s a lot more machuad (y’all know this is how she pronounces matured lmao) than most kids her age.

Relationships With Them:

Christopher Velez:

ooh boi

first time you met, you literally didn’t believe he was the oldest

Chris thought you were vvvvvv cute, let’s just get that out of the way

and he flirted with you a lil bit

but you didn't notice bc you were editing

BUT you did give him a random compliment

like you looked up and he was fixing his hair

and then you said "Su pelo se ve bien" in accented asf Spanish and he was shookt

but he appreciated the compliment

and then you went back to editing before he could strike up a conversation whoops

but then y'all went to dinner and ofc you tagged along, and even if his English wasn't as good as Joel's or Richard's, he understood enough to know when you exposed someone

and he's like "damn mami is savage"

tl;dr: You're oblivious to his flirting but he's a fan of how savage you can get.

much later, you two become close bc you wind up laughing at Erick's jokes at the exact same time

Richard Camacho:

like with Chris, you didn't notice him much bc you were editing

but you managed to hold a minute-long conversation with him bc they were on break and you didn't know where the bathroom was

plus he was the first one you saw (and ngl, you were more comfortable speaking to him bc you’re both short)

so you shuffled up to him and was like “Um, sorry to bother you but... Where’s the bathroom?”

RICHUKI WAS SHOOK

the difference was, as said before, pretty shocking

total 180 degree turn from mature and professional to awkward and smol

he gave you directions ofc and internally you were like phew he speaks English bc it’d be awkward af on your part if you had to repeat it in Spanish

so during dinner you wound up sitting across him

and you have this habit of swinging your legs a little when bored, so you might’ve accidentally kicked him a bit

when you noticed that, you apologized a lot. like you even offered some of your dessert bc you didn’t want him to be offended

I feel like he wouldn’t take it personally tbh

later on, when y’all get to know each other a bit more, he kind of becomes your main bro figure. not brother figure, because that’s Zabdiel, but bro figure.

and sometimes, if you’re in the same area, you end up babysitting Aaliyah

you’re a good bro, he’s a good bro

why else would you constantly call each other out on your bullshit

Zabdiel de Jesus

deadass the first time you saw him you were like oh shit

not that anyone can blame you, he’s tall asf and you’re tiny

for a good while you didn’t really talk to him

until Jade roped you into a conversation she was having with him, Joel, and Erick

internally you just sigh. socializing. niceee.

note the sarcasm

ANYWAY, when Joel gets a call, he leaves right? so Zabdiel and Erick are stuck there and from the looks on their faces you can kinda tell they don’t understand what Jade’s saying

so you scoot a little closer to them and hope your Spanish isn’t as bad as you thought it was bc you explained what she was saying

(Y/N) (L/N): video editor, aspiring director, now part-time interpreter

not that you were complaining ofc, it’s like studying for a test!

anyway after that you kinda stuck with them for a bit if only to help them understand what Jade was saying

you might have bumped into Zabdiel a couple of times

and that’s when you learned he’s actually a bit of a gentle giant

so yaaaayyyy

tbh you thought he was the oldest; he seemed the most mature of them

he’s definitely the first one outside of your own squad that you contact when you need help

he’s brotherly like that

gives great advice to you

and you lend a listening ear when he needs to let off some steam so it’s a symbiotic relationship you two have

Joel Pimentel:

honestly, your relationship with him can be described with one phrase: sass-offs.

but it wasn’t like that in the beginning

you and Joelito were pretty shy towards one another

UNTIL he saw you going through puppy pictures while you waited for the footage to render

and then you two talked/fawned over puppies in your corner

damn he spent most of his break there

so when Jade roped you into the conversation you didn’t really feel too awkward

but when Joel left the awkwardness came back

it was a pleasant surprise for you and him that you managed to get comfortable with Erick and Zabdiel, even if you were on translator duty that time

bear in mind that at this point both of you thought the other was a little cinnamon roll

but when dinner rolled around, he had to reevaluate his opinion of you because goddamn you didn’t hold back

every time you were about to spill the tea or roast someone, you would calmly sip your iced tea before speaking

sometimes the tea wasn’t the shocking bit, it was the way you said it

something in his mind just clicked and went oh when you first did that

needless to say, he showed a bit of sass too and you were living for it

SASS BUDDIES

it’s terrifying when both of you are on Twitter at the same time

think Joel’s sass but doubled and more subtle

that’s you

it’s gotten to the point that the rest of the guys try to keep you and Joel from being on Twitter at the same time

but nah, they can’t keep you two apart for long. platonically ofc

Erick Brian Colon:

you’re both the babies of your respective groups and that’s something you’re quick to tell him

so you two kinda bond over that, but not too much just yet

one of the first things you tell him is “Nice bowling skills” as a reference to the music video for Reggaeton Lento

yes bitch, you watched all their previous music videos to get a feel of sorts for the aesthetic they match for their music

while you’re lowkey gloating at how there’s finally someone on set who’s younger than you, Erick might’ve already been developing a tiny crush. on you.

but you’re a.) oblivious and b.) busy editing the video so you don’t notice

poor Erick

needless to say, he tosses flirty comments your way more than anyone else

but it doesn’t quite catch your attention.

what does, however, are his jokes.

yep. you don’t know enough Spanish to get a perfect score on your tests (yet) but you know enough to understand his shitty jokes.

Erick probably had heart eyes when you laughed at his joke

and that, ladies and gents, is where your friendship with Christopher Velez and Erick Brian Colon began

even if Erick still had a crush on you.

After y’all finish eating dinner, you grab the footage and fly back to LA because you had classes the next day. Friday of that week is when you contact Clara to set up a meeting because you’ll be done editing it Monday next week.

It’s a vid conference with CNCO and Little Mix where you send the video to them and let them watch it while you wait for their opinions. They all love it, of course, but the girls have worked with you before and know what you did.

Perrie: How much sleep did you get?

You, mildly sweating: Uh, eight hours.

You: In the past three days.

And that’s how Little Mix exposed your nonexistent sleeping habits in front of the guys.

#cnco imagine #cnco imagines #cnco headcanon #cnco headcanons #cnco fanfiction #cnco fanfic #christopher velez imagine #christopher velez #richard camacho imagine #richard camacho #zabdiel de jesus imagine #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel imagine #joel pimentel #erick brian colon imagine #erick brian colon #little mix are mentioned too

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heartfeltheart · 5 years ago

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Alchemy: Magic Vs. Science

Chapters: 2/25 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Series: Part 1 of 9. Summary: Magic and Science, are they the same or are they completely different? It just takes one person to point out all up and downs. Along with breaking the stereotypes that come up with being a wizard, alchemist and most of all being human. Thank you, @amynchan!

D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

“English and Edward’s accented voice.” “Amestrian or another foreign language.” “Written notes.” ‘Thoughts.’ First Name: Informal Last Name: Formal (Or used to annoy others)

'Magic...Magic!' Edward ran a hand through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour alone. He sat on an empty bench in a seemingly empty park with far too much information swimming through his mind. It had only been three days since he last spoke to Severus and that crazy old man Albus. 'Magic, magic school, magical bars, barriers and...'

Edward let out a sigh, he once again ran his left hand through his hair, this time successfully letting it out from his hairband. His hair, now let loose, hung over his shoulders. He rummaged through his dark brown traveling coat, looking for a particular item. With tense shoulders, Edward pulled out a business card.

Said card has been giving Edward a headache, one moment it looked worn and overused while another it looked crispy and fresh as if it was printed just the day before. The only thing that Edward could make out was the words "Leaky Cauldron" along with an address. 'A school that solely focuses on teaching magic that is in need of an Alchemy Professor. If I do agree to this, then I will have access to their library...'

Shaking his head, Edward stood up while picking up his suitcase and heading off in a seemingly random direction. 'Magic and Alchemy...How do they coexist together?'

Many questions popped into Edward's mind that ran along the same line as his first question. How exactly had Magic and Alchemy coexisted together for this long without any consequences? All the teachings he learned throughout the years... it just didn't make any sense. Nothing made sense but at the same time...there was something in the back of his mind that made Edward rethink and think again about everything. Then his blood ran cold. Could it possibly be able to bring back the living from the dead?

That single thought made Edward's final decision for him. It wasn't that he wanted or needed to know, he simply felt that he had to ensure that it was not a possibility.

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Snape sat in a corner of a modest-looking room with a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He leaned his head against his other hand as he sat there, deep in thought. It had been three days since he and Dumbledore had last spoken with Edward Elric and had given him a card. Said card was supposed to signal him and the old headmaster if the Alchemy expert would either take or deny the teaching position. If Elric were to deny the position then Snape would have to use a memory charm on him but he had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that Dumbledore would do something sly to ensure Elric took the job to teach at the school.

There was a part of Snape that didn't want Elric to take up the offer and regretted coming to Dumbledore about Elric's vast knowledge of Alchemy. The last thing he needed was to help Dumbledore in the twisted game of survival in their world. On the other hand, if Elric were to agree then he wouldn't be stuck around with complete dunderheads. Even if Elric did have a temper and still had his childish moments, he was the only one Snape could have an actual intelligent conversation with.

Something clicked in the back of Snape's mind, a signal. "He is agreeing to the position it seems."

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Edward stood in front of an abandoned-looking shop, staring at it with a perplexed expression. He had somehow found the address on the card and was now starting to regret his decision. Edward started to wonder if he should punch those idiots for making him look stupid.

“I knew zis vas ein pad idea ." Edward muttered under his breath, he turned away from the shop and faced the street. His eyes widened at who he saw walking towards him, it was Severus, fortunately alone. The last thing Edward needed was that old man being near him, he swore that old geezer gave off a similar vibe to the homunculus King Bradly. "Zefferus..."

"Elric..." Severus responded once he came within hearing distance, he took note of Edward's disheveled appearance. His hair was let loose from its ponytail, his traveling coat looked wrinkled despite the clothes he wore underneath being crisp and groomed. "So, are you agreeing to the teaching position?"

Edward raised his hand to signal Severus to stop talking, he then pulled out a small notebook from his coat. "Der are a couple of dings I need to clear up before I agree."

Severus nodded, he signaled for Edward to follow him towards the run-down shop. With a look of total disbelief, Edward followed him towards the shop, cursing the wizard he was currently following.

Shaking his head, Edward couldn't help but think about his adventures and compare them to what was occurring right now. At least he wasn't at knife or gunpoint...or should it be wand point now...

"Zefferus vat is dis place?" Edward asked as Severus placed a hand on the door to open it.

Severus held back a snarky remark, he couldn't blame the younger man for asking such question. For one, Elric isn't magically aware and two, he didn't want to antagonize him. From the short time they had known each other, the blonde had had a short temper and could clearly hold his own in an argument. "It's the main gate between the Muggle and Wizarding world."

"....Mug...gle..." Edward's eyes widened as he walked through the door to enter a bar filled with the most weirdly dressed people he had ever seen. "How is dis possible?"

"Magic." Severus responded he smirked when he caught Edward glaring at him. "Keep to yourself and do not speak to anyone or mention the fact you are not a wizard."

Edward rolled his eyes, already having an inkling towards what he should say and do...to an extent. "Fine. Are ve getting food? I'm hungry."

Severus rolled his eyes and headed towards the back of the area away from all the other patrons at the bar. In the corner of the room was a not so tall male drinking a colored liquid while holding a tiny umbrella. The tiny man waved towards their direction. "Severus, Albus sent me in his place as he had business to take care of. Is this the new alchemy professor?"

Severus nodded and motioned over towards Edward. "This is Edward Elric." He then motioned over towards his fellow professor. "This is Filius Flitwick, he is a charms master and teaches the subject at Hogwarts."

Edward's brows furrowed, he gave Severus a look that clearly showed confusion as he did not know what exactly charms were. Severus ignored him and signaled for Edward to sit, as he himself sat across from Filius, Edward hesitantly sat at the end of the table away from the wizards. "Hello."

Looking over at Severus, he deadpanned. "Food. You promised food."

Severus' lips twitched before he snorted, he motioned for the owner of the bar to bring them something over. "Would you like to speak now or after we eat?"

"Food."

---

Edward scoffed his food, not really caring about the magic that was happening around him. All he cared about was the food on his plate and trying to drown out the magic to prevent an upcoming headache. His companions were giving him mixed looks of curiosity and disgust. Again. He didn't really care, he had food on his mind.

Unbeknownst to Edward, the charms professor had already cast a charm over their booth to ensure no one could hear them.

Severus cleared his throat, grabbing Edward's attention, at least somewhat. Edward looked up, food stuck to his face. "Vat?"

With thin lips, Severus wordlessly held out a cloth napkin towards Edward who took it with a 'humph'. Edward wiped the food off of his face. "Dank you."

"How about we start to talk about the position you will be taking in the autumn." Filius asked with a smile.

Edward raised a hand to stop Filius from continuing talking. "I have fev questions dat need to be ansvered before I fully agree along vith changing a couple of dings."

Severus waved a hand for Edward to state what he needed to know and the change of terms.

Edward took out his small notebook from his coat, he skimmed through it until he found the page. "Full access of your library, any and effery resource dis school has."

"You have already been granted access to the restricted portions of the library if that's what you're asking?" Filius responded with a nod.

Edward shook his head, the more detail he attempted to explain with the more his Amestrian accent came through. "No, effery source available to help vith my research to comprehend magic."

Severus and Filius glanced at each other and began to mentally converse. Severus looked away from his fellow professor to give Edward a curt nod in agreement. "What else?"

"How old vould the students I vould be teaching be?"

"They would be at the oldest sixth and seventh years, with O or E in potions and transfiguration." Snape said he let out a sigh of annoyance when he took note of Edward's blank stare. "O stands for Outstanding, the highest grade a student can receive and E stands for Exceeds Expectations, the second highest grade."

"Vat is transfigurazion?" Edward asked, having a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.

"It's a branch of transformation magic, changing the form and appearance of an object, human... or animal..." Filius trailed off when he took note of Edward's rapidly paling face that quickly snapped into anger. Edward tightly gripped his fork, if he had still had his automail arm then the fork would have been twisted and bent beyond recognition. "Is something the matter?"

Oh yes, that feeling was exactly right.

"...Don't mention dat vord around me for nov." Edward said with a strained voice, his jaw was clenched tightly and his eyes narrowed. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed through his nose in an attempt to regain some composure. "Hov old are zixth and zeffenth years?"

"Between the ages of sixteen to eighteen at most." Filius squeaked out when Edward's eyes snapped open. "Will that be a problem?"

"Too old." Edward responded shaking his head. Leaning back on his chair, Edward crossed his arms over his chest as he thought about it. "I started to learn about alchemy ven I vas about...fiffe or zix...and fully started my training ven I vas nine I dink."

Both teachers gave him a gobsmacked look at this. This was news for both of them.

"S-s-so young." Filius stuttered out. "And your parents allowed you to learn the lost art at such a young age?"

As Filius stated the question, Severus attempted to stop him by giving him a rather odd look, knowing first hand that asking those kinds of questions never ended well, then groaning once the question had finally been asked.

"My shitty father did not care and...alchemy made my mother smile..." Edward trailed off softly. He quickly shook his head, trying to push away the depressing thoughts from his mind. "Back to the main topic...If I start at dat age, all dey will learn is the basics and facts if dey could comprehend the material."

"What do you have in mind?" Severus asked, hoping for an elaboration.

"Many typically start deir training the moment dey apprentice demzelffes to someone who is a fully ledge alchemist, age varies." Edward explained to them. "Two other people I know are alchemist, one of dem started his training when he was in his early teens and the other..." Edward attempted to repress a shudder that threatened to come out. "His alchemy been based down in his family for generations and generations."

Shaking his head in an attempt to repress certain memories, Edward continued. "Vat ve needed to knov is the basic science and understanding behind everything. Understanding of the vorld and its...rules...Den and only den doze who understand vill truly learn hov to use alchemy."

"And those who do not fully understand?" Filius asked

"Ah, dat brings up to my other question." Edward flipped through the pages of his notebook. "Vill I be allowed to kick out students from my class? Dere vill be a punch of dem dat are not going to comprehend alchemy and I do not vant to vaste my time on dem."

"Well...er..." Filius looked over at Severus for some help on that question. Typically, it would be the student that would leave the class,not the teacher kicking out the student. Seeing as he wasn't getting any help he attempted to answer. "How would you know this?"

"My teacher sent my brother and I to an island vith just a knife, the clothes on our backs and a riddle to solve." Edward drawled out, thememory ingrained in the back of his mind. "No food, no vater, just a knife and a riddle to solve all on our own... at least ven ve vere not being chased around by a so-called lunatic and hungry volffes. For a whole month."

"You have a brother?" Severus asked blankly.

"Did I not tell you dat already? No? Eh, must have passed my mind." Edward laughed nervously, in actuality he may have purposely left his brother out from all of their conversations. The reason he had brought Alphonse was to let the two professors know it was a team effort. It had taken both brothers to figure out the riddle. "Ve had one month to figure it out, if ve did not ansver right den teacher vould not have taught us alchemy."

"What was the riddle?"

"One is all, all is one."

---

Edward carried his suitcase over his shoulder, walking alongside Severus kept a blank expression.

"Is there anything else you wanted to ask?" Severus asked Edward quietly, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

Edward stopped walking, he looked up at the darkening sky. "I do not understand hov magic is able to hide for dis long from my country? If alchemy is conzidered to be...magic...den hov is it able to be shown freely at Amestris but magic is only shown in its own vorld."

Severus stopped walking too and looked over at Edward with an eyebrow raised. "You hardly spoke about your home country."

"It is militaristic. The military is the one dat is running the show, if dey knew about magic den dey vould have used it to vin all its vars." Edward responded grimly at the notion. "Seeing as no magical users vere in the government den magic is not practice dere."

"How would you know that?"

"Because I am stuck in the military dat is compromised of the government." Edward snapped not liking the fact that this was still the case. Even though he may no longer do alchemy, he was still part of the military. The only reason he was taking a year off was that he was driving everyone stir crazy and had gained the title 'Hero of the People'. The second point being included since Edward had used it against his superior. "Even vith Alchemy, it still did not sustained deir dirst of power...Just imagine if dey had magic on deir side..."

Edward could not imagine how different things would have been if magic had come into play. Would it have saved lives or taken more in the process? Could it have helped those Edward couldn't save...

He shook his head, trying to erase the melancholy thoughts from his head, the last thing Edward needed was to relive the past. What's done is done. Nothing was going to change that.

"...We have a theory about that." Severus broke the tense silence that followed after Edward's burst.

"Zo do I. If I told you vat it was den I vould most likely get in serious trouble vith said government." Edward responded with a dry chuckle, his eyes showing mischief as he spoke. "Dat is a story for another day."

Severus debated if he was telling the truth or not, seeing as he couldn't get into Edward's mind to figure it out. "Hn. Where will you be staying for the remainder of the month? Classes start on the first of September."

"Have been staying at a small hodel the last couple of days. It is right across from dat café." Edward responded, turning around and heading towards his destination. "I vill be spending the rest of my time taking into account vat exactly I vould be teaching."

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"He agreed to the position as long as we keep to his terms." Snape said, leaning against a wall in Dumbledore's office. He glanced over at the old headmaster skimming through the contract that had been created for Elric to sign to finalize him becoming a professor along with the modified terms of an agreement. By the looks of it, the gray-haired wizard wasn't fully reading the contract. All he wanted was an alchemy professor and didn't particularly care how he got it. "He is opening the class to all years, only requiring the understanding of muggle science. Which he himself would provide to an extent, along with other information needed for this class."

"Is that so..." Dumbledore trailed off, peering down at one of the pages of the contract. "Did he mention what materials he would be requiring for his class?"

"Muggle pens, pencils, spiral notebooks and a periodic table." Snape said remembering the list. "We are going to have to provide most if not all of these materials as most will have difficulty... acquiring them."

"Textbooks?"

"He will be providing his own." Snape responded offhandedly. "He didn't like any of the textbooks that are currently written; he said they are not up to his par."

Without much thought, Dumbledore signed the contract; the moment his pen lifted from the page the stack of papers sprung up and folded itself into an envelope. Dumbledore picked up the envelope and held it in Snapes direction. Snape pushed himself off of the wall towards Dumbledore and took the envelope from him. Tucking the item in his robes, Snape headed towards the fireplace.

"One more thing before you go..." Dumbledore took out a pouch from his desk. "This will cover any magical supplies Elric requires. You will help him, yes?"

Snape huffed under his breath, he could already feel the upcoming headaches. He wouldn't be surprised if Elric questioned his ear off during the trip. "Anything else before I go...?"

"That is all."

---

Dear Brother...

Edward stared down at the barely written letter, twirling the pen in his hand. Nothing was coming to mind on what he wanted to write down but at the same time he had so much he needed to say. The problem was that if the things he wanted to say were to be intercepted or end up in the wrong hands there would be more trouble than the both of them could handle. It wasn't just that he wanted to talk to someone about his current situation, Edward also needed to contact Alphonse about several books and notes he would need to teach.

Fully knowing that Alphonse was nowhere near where said books and notes were, the younger Elric could easily send a letter to someone (most likely Granny or Winry, or if worst comes to worst then the bastard colonel, excuse him, General Mustang) for them to send said items. The main problem being a way to make sure his letters would not be intercepted by the wrong people.

"This is harder than I thought it would be." Edward's grip slackened, dropping his pen he pushed away from the desk he was using. Standing up he began pacing around the hotel room he was renting for the remainder of the month. It was a modest room, a single bed, a small desk, a night stand, a single chair and a dresser. There was also a closet and a small bathroom. The only thing that Edward liked about the hotel was that it was close to the café and bookstore. "This place is driving me crazy. It's too quiet!"

Shaking his head, Edward sat back down on the solitary chair in the small room and stared down at the barely written letter. He tapped his fingers on the table in an attempt to think of something. Picking up the pen with his right hand Edward began to write, the words having seemingly no correlation with his current situation. Countryside? Ships? Automobiles and the busy streets of London? It may have not made sense to just anyone, but to the people the letter was intended for it would be clear enough for them to crack the code and find the underlying meaning.

Edward stretched his writing arm out an in attempt to loosen the tightened joints, still having some trouble writing with the arm again. He was about to finish the letter when a curt knock broke his trance. With narrowed eyes, Edward silently headed towards the door, prepared for the worst. Looking through the peephole, his tension was swept away. It was Severus. Opening the door, Edward motioned for the wizard to come in.

"Vat did your boss dink of the contract?" Edward asked once he had closed the door. He turned around to see Severus taking a sealed envelope out of his robe.

"This is your contract, as promised, here's the physical form." Severus responded handing Edward the envelope.

Edward smugly regarded the envelope, then quickly placed it on his desk. "Danks."

"And this..." Severus said as he took out a pouch from a concealed pocket in his robe, handing it to Edward as well. "Will help cover for any materials you will need at Diagon Alley."

"Dat is the magical shopping blace right?"

"Yes."

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pffbts · 6 years ago

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―KOI NO YOKAN

↳ (n., japanese), the extraordinary sense upon first meeting someone, that you will one day fall in love.

―genre: fluff; angst; barista!san

―characters: ateez`s choi san x female!reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 2.3k

―author`s note: this is sudden, i know. this is a bts blog, i know but i HAD TO write about this. i can`t be calm until i write all of this. sorry and happy reading, lovelies!

[04:17 PM] [the rain has stopped but the air`s still sad while someone lifts her head up to look at the words written above the glass door]

―san`s day starts as per his schedule and ends the same way but the job he does always keeps him coming back for more. it`s in his system to be in love with random people at the same time without worrying about the significance behind it. the reason completely unknown yet fascinating, san wonders off his stool where he and his fellow workers take their minute-long rest until a new customer enters.

today as the season goes, it has rained a lot and he didn`t even have to make an effort to look up to see the faces of the people passing by the café. the reflection on the rainwater clad pavement was enough. science sure is amazing.

“san-ssi! a jasmine tea this way!” his closest and fellow colleague, min shouts from the other part of café. san throws an eye smile from his shoulder and in doing that his neatly parted bangs fall apart and two strands of his hair almost hide his eyes. quickly grabbing the empty cups from the now emptied seats by the previous customers, he staggers through the half-crowded café, mumbling sorry and good days at his customers.

girls are especially fond of him and if i say it`s not always the teenage girls, will anyone of you believe me? sure, older ladies are the biggest fond of him too. but san, as his personality goes by is the sweetest café boy in this side of the town. he loves his girls and ladies equally. he spends maybe little extra seconds with his older bunches who`re maybe around the '60s or '70s, asking them whether they had a good day or not, maybe a calming hand over their shoulder.

you can say, he`s a very merry kind of a guy at the same time too. his funny laughter, his expressions and his little, sneaky winks to the ones who attempt at flirting with him. all of these are well received by each and every one of his customers. also his colleagues are no strangers to his antics. they know very well what moves this café beyond the limit and they aren’t even a tad bit jealous of our san.

today as san finally sits on his stool for a minute brushing off the microscopic dust from his waist apron, he realizes that it`s not a day for a happy person like him. it`s a day for people who haven`t been sad for a long time, for the ones who pray for the rain every day just to stand underneath it and hide their tears which mixes with the rain. san looks down at his hands. he observes the lines drawn over them and wonders what moves him, what makes him smile every morning when he wakes up in his futon, what makes him pull the blue striped curtains in his room which lets in the only light in his room during daytime. he realizes that he doesn`t have an answer, as to when was the last time he was sad.

he turns his palms over and lays them on his lap and looks up searching for an answer. maybe he thought he was looking for an answer but an automatic smile climbs onto his lips as he witnesses a new customer standing in front of the café door.

min, out of nowhere, comes to san`s side and whispers, “a new one, eh?”

san closes his eyes for a split second and gives a small pat on his friend`s shoulder. min knew what that meant. it meant that he doesn`t have to worry about it, with san there`s nothing to be worried of under this roof.

your hand clasps the glass door`s metallic handle tightly. your mouth in a thin line, dried lips pressed against each other, you ask yourself at the back of your mind, “ugh, why are people smiling so much inside this café?”

honestly, you didn`t want to come out of your room. it was never in your plan as for today but you don`t know what went through your system that you decided to take a stroll through the wet pavement of your town and as for now you`re suddenly standing in front of the famous café of this town. among the number of café around this place, this is the only one that is flourishing and you have not a single bit of an idea as to why such a thing happens. you wanted to ask what makes this café move? what`s the secret behind it? do they give any free merchandise along with their servings? or are the café`s boys right out of some anime/manga?

but before you could raise your brow at the countless questions circulating in your head, the metallic handle jerks out of your grips and the door pulls itself inside. you eyes flicker up and a question in your head gets answered within a second.

the badge said SAN and beside it, two little triangles were drawn like two mountains. your mouth twitches but you suppress the smile as always. you eyes flicker back to his face. a tall boy, his hair neatly parted in the middle and some spare neat strands have fallen over his eyes. oh, his eyes, they were smiling even before his cheeks were lifting up with the casual complimentary smile.

“welcome to our café, love. we aim to make our customer feel at home and happy!” the way he said ‘happy’ at a higher pitch made you finally raise your brows at him.

he opens the door wide for you to walk in and when you do, a chime rings above you and all the customer in the café gives their split attention to you. strangely, they were all smiling and some were even bowing at you, probably high schoolers, you wondered.

“please have a seat by the window here, love.”

you were so busy looking at the insides of the café that you didn`t realize that san has already taken your umbrella from your hand and opened it up, placing it in the place where all the others are placed for drying. but when he addressed you as ‘love’ for the second time, you moved your head so fast that your hood fell off from your head and rested on your neck. still giving you that foolish smile, san moves his hand directing you to have a seat. you nodded and seated yourself quickly without causing any ruckus both outside and inside yourself.

“let me bring in the menu card, love.” with a bow and a constant smile plastered over his face, san almost flies to the manager`s place to bring in the menu card.

you observed his movements and wondered how uncomfortable you would be if someone challenged you to spend 24 hours with this happy mountain. you would probably end up with an infection for happy people after that day. you were almost getting yourself accustomed to the atmosphere when san flies back to your seat all over again.

your hands which you had previously rested on the wooden table in front of you pulls itself back on reflex and rests themselves on your lap.

“this is the menu, miss. you can take your sweet time to decide what you want to have. i`m at your service today!”

nodding your head at him, you take the menu off the table in front of you and reads over the words. you wanted to pretend that you`ve been to cafés before in front of him but in reality, you knew nothing about it. the only tea you know is the Darjeeling one and the normal coffee your mother used to make back at home. you were literally an insect in front of the lion.

sensing your discomfort, san jumps in with his usual calming voice.

“do you`ve any favourite, love? or something that reminds you of home?”

it happened like a miracle and your mouth suddenly moved. “how?! how did you know i was missing home?”

san`s eyes at that very moment looked like someone added two little stars in them. he now smiles with his nicely shaped teeth, “it was just a hunch. did i obtain a goal?”

“i think you did.” you surprised yourself by smiling. though it pained the corner of your mouth, you still smiled. “can i have a Darjeeling tea, the one with the smaller leaves?”

“your wish has been heard loud and clear, love! please give a moment, will you?” san leans in and gives a little bow while taking the menu off your hand and pads off to the kitchen.

you head tilts back and you let out a loud huff at the ceiling while you stretch out your legs and hands in front of you. it felt like you`ve been sleeping in a wrong posture for such a long time that your mouth feels too dry. you were scared that maybe the insides of your mouth smelled or not. quickly, you check it by blowing into your palm. not as much as you feared, you concluded. at the same time, your joints felt stiff, your neck hurt, your eyes felt like it`s been sleeping for a long time. it felt like you were waking up after a long nap and you suddenly wondered if the place before this was a place only existing in the fragments of your sadistic imagination.

your head held back, your thoughts clouding your head, suddenly in-between that, making way for some room inside that mind, you hear san`s excited voice.

he walks towards your direction like an excited child who wants to be the first one to gift his mother on her birthday. almost like flying before you, he puts the vintage-looking cup and saucer in front of you. your eyes grow wide at the similar smell of the tea. you look up at san, at his smiling eyes, his glowing face on which the sunset`s essence falls. your insides almost tearing up, you whisper a thank you as you hide your face in your palm. for some reason, you didn`t want him to see your crying face. for the same reason, you wanted him to only see your smiling face.

“it`s okay, love” you felt a hand over your head as the fingers caress your hair, “i`ll be here if you need me further.”

when the hand withdrew itself and san walked away from the table, you moved your palms from your face. the wetness of your face was felt when the cool breeze of the air conditioner hit your skin. you shivered for a moment and felt yourself laughing silently.

san`s hand trembled as he rested on his stool. he couldn`t for some reason look at you so he faced his back to your direction. his face was devoid of any happy smile. his eyes were almost watery as he breathes in the air of the café. he looked down at his hand for the second time today, at the lines drawn on his palm. he felt something new inside him and it wasn`t something sad or happy but rather hope. it was a hope that someday he`ll stop falling in love with random people in the streets or his café and will find someone with whom he can share his smile.

san peeks over his shoulder, at the girl who sits against the comfort of the café chair. he watches as her hand holds the cup tightly just like she was holding the metallic handle of the café door some while ago. but this her had a warmth splattered all over her face. though she looks tired, though she looks like someone who revived back from a long nap, she looks like she`s on the road to recovery.

he hopes that no matter what happens this feeling doesn`t go away. he thanked her in his mind for coming today and letting him meet her. he felt like he needed someone like this to realize that life`s not about smiling 24/7 but it`s also about smiling with a reason and that sadness isn`t a bad guy here. sadness brings happiness ten times harder than ever. it`s just you`ve not met the right person who taught you this.

san can feel that he isn`t in love with her, but he knows that maybe she`s the reason he`ll fall in love with someone in the future and then he won`t have a reason to smile carelessly.

fin.

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fart-gate · 5 years ago

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SG1

Season 4 episode 6

"WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY"

Notes by me

- lovely set for the beginning. Vast wasteland

- jack using double sunglasses to look at the sun

- archeologist!Daniel is my favorite Daniel

- who is this guy

- no explanation as to who he is??? Hes just there???

- daniel had the opportunity to hear Latin spoken aloud a year ago??? I have a terrible memory when did this happen

- ok cool so Daniel is shot and we're having a good time but??? Still no explanation for this random guy

- when they all duck to avoid the vortex. Sg1 in sync

- LIGHTENING GATE

- "I have no idea, sir" some random side character got daniels line

- zapped back to breakfast!! This is what you get for eating cereal without milk!

- obsessed with how Daniel thinks Jack is the type of person to fake a blackout to get out of a conversation

- P4X 639 is the vast wasteland

- tealc remembers!!! Bc he also grabbed the dude as well as Jack right?? Im right

- "maybe he read your report?..."

Daniel:

- jack and tealc just listing things that are gonna happen

- watching this show in semi darkness always bites me in the ass fraiser shining a flashlight into the camera just made me fall off my bed

- malaki is the name of the random dude! Thank you for the info after 10 MINUTES INTO THE EPISODE

- nerd Daniel is cute❤ when he chases Jack to talk to him about the ancients

- apparently siler needs better glasses so he doesnt walk right into ppl. Daniel dropped all his notes!

- jack seems like he just does not care about anything at all in this ep . maybe RDA was having a bad day

- "it did send us back to 1969"

"Good year"

- sam: talks sciencey science

Jack and me: ??????

- LIGHTENING GATE

- "what do you think?" TIME LOOPS ARE ONE OF MY FAV TROPES YEESSS

- wait I need to pause the ep to put socks on my feet are cold

- when Jack predicts sg12 and hes off by like 8 seconds

- GODAMMIT fraiser and her stupid flashlight blinded me again

- daniel wrote down everything Jack said when he had ancient database brain damage

- *Daniel gets knocked over by siler a second time* "oops"

- *referring to tealc* "is this the face of a crazy man????"

- I dont trust this malaki at all

- "what kind of archeologist carries a weapon?"

"I do"

"......bad example"

- daniel ranting *time loops back* daniel ranting

- Jack getting more mad with every loop

- I was ready for the flashlight this time

- "I ask you....what could POSSIBLY be in my eye that could explain this??"

- jack going to find Daniel before Daniel finds him ❤

- if I hadnt seen gifs of this ep, I would think sams plan would work. But since ive seen gifs of parts that havnt happened yet I assume it doesnt work.

- what could be stopping them from dialing out 🤔 I'm gonna solve the mystery before they do

- "thats just how I feel about it" what is Daniel talking about I want to know

- jack: my recording didnt work :(

Tealc: TOLD YOU SO

- them getting out of the loop rests on Jack and tealcs ability to listen to Daniel

- tealc getting wacked in the face every loop I'm cackling

- okay why does everyone in the sgc have glasses huh??? Bunch of nerds

- *spinning in chair* *juggling* *both juggling* this is just adhd

- "if we dont find a way out of this soon I'm gonna lose it.

Lose it.

It means go crazy.

Nuts.

Insane.

Bonzo.

No longer in possession of ones faculties.

3 fries short of a happy meal!

WACKO!"

- daniel giving them the idea that they can do whatever they want without consequences and mischievous music starting

- hes gonna seduce Sam pls I want it

- why is the first thing Jack does POTTERY????

- anything on the board and you go for pottery

- tealc cruising along with whatever Jack is doing

- ok so far its been pottery, biking thru the sgc , hitting golf balls thru the gate

- I was right ! HE DIPPED HER💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🚨JACK AND SAM KISS JACK AND SAM KISS🚨

- she totally went along with it too. I have eyes i saw it

- "what are you smiling at?" He be knowin how them lips taste 💋

- ancients caused this. So far all they do is start shit

- ok they invented a "time machine" and it failed and looped time instead so they just shut it off and left it on a random planet for some poor sucker to activate??? Why didnt they destroy it??

- all they have to do is press some buttons omg all that time with Daniel was pointless

- tealc: walks into a force shield

Malaki: 😎

- Jack is ready to murder

- "so you can be king of groundhog day?"

- HIS WIFE

- tealc ready to go home to BED

- no glasses daniel🤓

- sorry ur wife died bro but other ppl are in this loop too. Dont be selfish

- "I can.....touch her face again. Talk to her. Hear her laugh."

Jack knows how you feel bro but still

- "I LOST MY SON!" :(

- it was 2 buttons??? All of that????? And it was 2 buttons???? Smdh

- they ve been stuck in this time loop for 3 months!!! Jack missed so many simpsons episodes!!!

- daniel: what crazy things did you do bc you knew no one would remember ??

Jack: *silently stares at sam and eats oatmeal*

Tealc whump: repeatedly hit in face with door (only shown twice), walks into force shield, passed out

Daniel: stunned, passed out, dragged

🎶listening to Keep Me Crazy by Sheppard🎶 for jack slowly going insane but still using the loop to kiss Sam

🤓no glasses!Daniel for less than 10 minutes at end of episode

#stargate season 4 #daniel whump season 4 #tealc whump season 4 #no glasses!daniel

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redselfships · 6 years ago

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little red’s pastries

SUMMARY: Little Red decides to make amends with a certain wolf.

PAIRING: Bigby Wolf x Red (Self-insert, OC)

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

NOTE: I was rewatching Cry’s playthrough and fell in l*ve with Bigby all over again so uh............bear with me :-).

Red arrives at The Woodlands fairly late into the day. She meant to close up her cafe earlier than usual until a sudden rush of customers kept her in. Even if the others pressed for her to leave but she couldn’t find it in her to leave them be.

Nevertheless, Red took a deep breath in and out. She was finally here at least. Even if the walk was longer than she’d thought it would be. The night sky was already growing darker, stars slowly dotting the sky and the high moon peeking out from the clouds. She drew her red coat tighter around herself, as a chill breeze blew threw her body.

It was now or never.

She entered the apartment lobby, it was small. Nothing too special. She’d been here before—countless of times, actually. It was where Snow’s office resided, same goes for Bigby Wolf. Though, until today, she never had the need to go to his office. Petty crimes were basically nonexistent for her. A small cafe would never draw any attention, anyway.

Red diverted her attention to the sleeping guard.

“Um—excuse me?” She lightly tapped at his desk, hoping to wake the man. Instead, he stayed fast asleep. The only response he offered were heavy snores, muffled under his cap. “I...ugh…”

Red taps the desk once more, hoping to wake him but to no avail.

“Alright, I’m going up to Mr. Wolf’s apartment.” She says, to nobody in particular but just getting it out there was enough to ease the guilt forming in her heart. The guard merely snores back in response.

As she waits for the elevator to come down, Red hums a soft tune. Rocking back and forth on her heels while holding the beautifully decorated box between her hands.

A stab of nostalgia strikes her heart, while drastically different, she is reminded of old times; way back when, anyway. With Little Red Riding Hood on her way to her grandmother’s only to find the Big Bad Wolf awaiting her. Only this time, she truly was on her way to meet the Big Bad Wolf.

She’d dropped the red cloak a long time ago and in its place took a red winter coat with a stylish A line that she couldn’t part with. And rather than her famous wooden basket, she carried a tote bag around. Stylish and modern.

The elevator finally stops at the ground floor and she takes a step inside. If she remembered properly, his floor was somewhere at the top. It’s the smallest but she supposed the view would be worth it. Before the doors can shut close, a familiar, hairy hand stops the doors.

Lo and behold, as the doors slide open once more, Red finds herself facing the man himself. It’s his scent that hits her first. The unbearing scent of his favored Huff and Puff cigarettes. She wasn’t the biggest fan of smoking since the general stench of nicotine filling her lungs was enough to keep her from cigarettes.

They both share a look of surprise before Bigby hesitantly steps inside just as she pulls her attention away. Her heart pounds at her chest; some mix of fight or flee raising red flags at her head. It was just some primal instinct, given their history. She tries to shrug it off, repeating in her mind that Bigby Wolf is different from the Big Bad Wolf they all knew and feared from before.

He is their sheriff now. He’s better. Different.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

No, she shakes her head.

“These—”

“Why—”

The two had turned to look at each other, eyes shooting up in surprise once more. Red can’t help but jump back a little. He looks apologetic, pulling his gaze away from her and staying silent. Probably to let her talk without interrupting her.

She clears her throat.

“I actually came to visit you, um, Bigby.” She says his name slowly, as if to test it on her own tongue. There’s a flash of shock in his face before it’s wiped clean, a look of indifference taking it’s spot. She watches from the side of her peripheral as he reaches up to scratch his stubble.

“Is that so?” His voice is a deep grumble. It soothes her more than anything and she feels herself relax beside him. She drops her shoulders, not having realized they were so tense. “Did, er, did something happen?”

“Oh, no, not at all. Plus I think it’s a little past your office hours, isn’t it?” Red tilts her head quizzically at the man. It’s a rhetorical question and so all she gets is a snort in return. She lifts the box in her hands up, directing his attention to it with a curious gaze. Red wouldn’t put it past her to know that Bigby could sniff out the contents himself. “I brought you some pastries from my cafe. And, um, I wanted to talk.”

He seems to think it over. Most likely more from disbelief that she’d come to him first. Red takes the time to turn on her heel to face Bigby. He looks worse for wear and she feels a stab of regret coming by so late. Maybe she should’ve called earlier instead of dropping by at random. The heavy bags under his eyes only made his appearance look worse. It was too late now, anyway. She was here and he was here.

“Talk?” Bigby repeats, cocking an eyebrow in her direction. His hand twitches slightly beside him before he reaches in his pocket to pull out a box of cigarettes. Huff and Puff. She blanches at the sight, her nose scrunching. “...Not a big fan of cigarettes?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then.” He shoves the box back into his pockets and instead crosses his arms.

Just as Red was about to start talking, the elevator rumbles. The overhead lights flickering on and off before staying off, plunging the two Fables into darkness. A muffled squeak slips past Red’s lips and she immediately tenses. Just her luck. She was hoping to be in and out of The Woodlands.

“Calm down.” Bigby mutters as he reaches over her to press the alarm button. This wasn’t a common problem, being The Woodlands and all, but he’s had his fair share of shitty elevators. The girl beside him though seemed to be quite the opposite. Her body more rigid than when she first saw him. Eyes blown wide as her grip on the box tightened just the slightest bit. Enough the crease the box.

Even with the overwhelming scent of pastries that clung to her person, he could sniff out a faint scent of panic.

“Listen, during these times, you shouldn’t panic.”

“Easy for you to say, sheriff.” Red chuckles dryly, somehow finding the energy to voice her sarcasm.

He presses the alarm button once, twice, before the emergency lights finally flicker on. It may have been a simple blackout.

“Well, we’ll probably be here a while.” Bigby lets out a grunt as he settles down on the floor. One legged bent at the knee and the other spread out on the cramped elevator. Red stares him down for a few minutes before sighing and settling down on the other side of the elevator too. She keeps her legs criss crossed before neatly placing her tote bag onto her lap. “At least now, we can talk. ‘S what you wanted, right?”

She nods. “I just wanted to say thanks.”

It was Bigby’s turn to scrunch his nose. “For what?”

“It might sound morbid but just hear me out.” She shifts her attention down to her hands, where she was fiddling with her fingers. “The Woodsman came by my cafe, um, a few nights ago. He told me why he ran into my Grandmother’s home. Which kind of makes the both of you absolute assholes, by the way.”

Her statement makes the latter snort but he stays quiet nonetheless.

“Anyways, he apologized, even though he didn’t really get around to the robbing part.” She waves her hand dismissively. The Woodsman didn’t stick around for long after apologizing to her. Still, she sent him off with a nice cup of coffee and his favorite pastry. On the house, she’d said, despite the sour taste building up in her throat. Maybe The Woodsman noticed it, the way her smile was strained because he left rather quickly after that.

“I came to make amends with you too. Hence the pastries.” She holds the box out for Bigby to take, which he does, after a few seconds of suspiciously eyeing it. If she was in the least bit offended, Red concealed it well. “In a way, you kinda saved me from being robbed. A-and I know that you’re not that same person. Or, er...wolf? Uh—not the same werewolf? Sorry, um, anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to be your friend now.”

When she’s met with silence from the other man, Red feels her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Maybe this was a bad idea. But it wasn’t like she can run away from this situation, since they’re stuck in the elevator for God knows how long.

“Alright.” Bigby finally says with a stiff nod. He isn’t looking at her either, instead keeping his attention on a random spot on the floor. He’s holding the box of pastries out too, awkward and stiff. It almost makes Red feel a bit better. She straightens herself, fixing her posture and making sure her short hair is fixed.

“My name is Red, some people like to call me Little Red.” She sticks her hand out for Bigby to shake. “And you are?”

It takes a few seconds for Bigby to realize what she meant to do. He places the box on the ground beside him and reaches out to shake her hand. His hand was larger than her own—probably large enough to cover her whole hand. It’s warm around her own. Insanely warm. Red obviously doesn’t know much about wolves—werewolves or whatever the sort—but if she remembered correctly, they were much warmer than humans.

“It’s nice to meet you, Little Red. They call me Bigby Wolf.”

Her infamous nickname on his lips brings a shiver down her spine and she can only hope that he didn’t hear the hitch in her breath.

(Who was she kidding? Of course he heard it.)

“It’s nice to meet you Bigby Wolf.” She musters up the best smile that she can, despite her burning cheeks. The two of them draw back their hands, if not a bit hesitant. “..,Mmm, can I tell you about what I brought you?”

Bigby picks up the discarded box before unceremoniously dropping it to his lap. Without thinking, Red moves to situate herself next to the man, leaning over his shoulder to look inside the box.

“I didn’t know which you’d like so I kind of just made some of my favorites that I thought you’d like.” Red explains. “I also brought one with peanut butter...um, my friend’s dog really likes it! Wait—not that you’re a dog, but uh—” Red cuts herself off from rambling any more and digging herself into a bigger hole. Her cheeks are sufficiently flushed. In a last ditch effort to hide her face, she basically shoves her face into the palm of her hands. Barely resisting the urge to scream.

“I’m sorry.” She finally says, her voice muffled. “I—”

The elevator dings and she guesses that the power is back on because it finally continues the travel up the building.

“Oh, thank God.” She breathes out a sigh.

A deep chuckle besides her catches her attention though and she manages to gather the courage to peek from her fingers. Bigby is laughing. Honest to god laughing. The sight takes her by surprise—the way his nose scrunched as he laughed. His eyes shut tight as he raises his hand to cover his mouth. It’s muffled and a bit silent but she soaks it in nonetheless.

The sight takes her by surprise, to say the least.

The Big Bad Wolf was...laughing.

“I like peanut butter.” He mumbled, a crooked smile on his lips once he’s collected himself. The elevator dings and the twin doors slowly open to his floor. The two stand up from where they sat; Red picking up her tote bag and with Bigby picking up his box. He takes a step out of the elevator while Red stays put.

“T-that’s good! I’ll just be on my way home now. Since I got everything off my chest.”

Bigby uses his free hand to scratch the nape of his neck, looking hesitant. It sends her heart in a flurry, endeared by the man. This was someone entirely new. Not the Big Bad Wolf she knew and feared.

“Will you be fine? To get home.”

She waves a dismissive hand. “I promise I won’t take any back roads or talk to any bad wolves.” She jokes, hoping that it comes across as that. A joke. Luckily it does as an exasperated smile curls his lips.

“Alright, be careful on your way bad, Red.”

“I will. And come by my cafe sometimes! Maybe I’ll throw in a free cup of coffee for our Sheriff.”

He nods.

“Sure, Red.” Maybe it was quick of her. Being naive was one of her defining traits; too trusting, was another. But hearing her name from his lips was...oddly soothing. Maybe it was the rumble of his voice. Or maybe she was just imagining things.

Red waves her hand, managing to throw one last ‘Good night!’, before the elevator door shuts close. Once she was heading back down to the lobby, she heaves a sigh.

At least she managed to do what she intended.

#part two perhaps #writing #mine #f/o: bigby #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship

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a-man-possesed · 6 years ago

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Just a joke

Roger Taylor X Reader

summary: you are Brians close childhood friend, you get along with all his friends, his family and his band mates but you have problems understanding the drummer of the group - Roger. There is always this awful tension between the two of you and you hate it, or do you?

warnings: smut, reference to sexual acts, involvement in sexual acts, swearing, drinking, arguments

A/N: this is my first Roger fanfic, and the first smut i ever posted so bare with me. I would very appriciate if you in any way like this monstrosity. Also if you want me to write something, don´t hesitate to ask me - i´m open to anything

This was a normal october night for you. You were at work, going through the pile of books on the floor, the table all the chairs and aranging them alphabeticaly on the shelves. You always loved books, the smell of parchment, the leather bindings and the absolute bliss of just plopping yourself somewhere book in hand and going in for another adventure.

This job was perfect for you, the whole day surrounded by books, the lack of customers allowing you to read through them, but then once in a while being able to talk to someone, who has the same passion about written pages as you have. Not that you didn´t have any friends. You had in fact a best friend. His name was Brian and he was there for you since day one. Your parents knew eachother very well, they visited one another frequently and went on holidays together. You spend your whole childhood and teenage years with Brian and none of you got bored of the other. You were very close, no one could deny that. He brought out the light in you, made you step out of your introverted bubble a bit. It was nice really. He always talked about how he wants to form a band. ¨

"you know it´ll be great, i´ll play the guitar, you´ll sing! you love singing, and you are bloody good at it" he laughs, and falls down on the soft mattres of your bed. You´ve had this conversation countless times, it always ends the same.¨

You can´t change. "Bri, you know that won´t work, i can´t sing in front of a crowd." you say quietly - almost guilty.

"But you always sing in front of me!" he exclaims and looks at you, seeing the sadness behind your smile. "think about it" he points a finger to your chest and gives you one of his warm looks.

The memory makes you smile a bit. Brian did fortunately acomplish his dream of forming a band. His bandmates Fred, Deacy and Roger helped him achieve it. Ofcourse Brian rocks the guitar, Freddie who sings like a god is obviously the lead singer, Deacy plays the bass with bliss in his eyes and Roger bangs the drumms. You are good friends with them, but you don´t get along well with Roger, that´s also why you don´t call him by a nickname. Its simply because you are not fond of his arrogance, his cocky confidence, the way he makes you feel dirty just by the way he makes fun of you. Saying you can´t have fun. He says fun, though he means getting absolutely drunk, partying and having sex with girls he doens´t know the names of. He is so full of himself, and all these girls only raise his ego. Althoug you don´t really understand what it is, that he has against you, you don´t have enough courage to ask him about it, so you just end up arguing with him everytime you meet the boys.

But now you are very busy balancing yourself on the wooden chair as you try to make yourself taller to place the book in its place. You hear the door bell singnaling someone has stepped into the shop.

"I´ll be right there to assist you, just when i get this b-ook t-there." you huff as you lean more forward to finally let the book go. You know your jeans covered ass is exposed to the new customer, but you try not to think about that too much, hoping the person isn´t looking. You relax as you get off the chair and turn to face the customers only to be greated by the boys. They all have smirks plastered across their faces as they look at you.

"May i say, that was a nice greeting." Brian jokes as you approach them. You hit his shoulder with a laugh. You hug him and great the boys.

"Why are you here, you know i´m working?" you ask as you turn your back to them and pick up some books from the floor. Roger scoffs, you know exactly what he thinks, but you are glad he kept to himself not wanting to argue with him the second they showed up.

"Darling, we know you finish in a couple of minutes, or hours, doesn´t matter, and we also happen to know nobody ever comes to this shop, so basically you have nothing to do here." Freddie almost sings out. You smile, he´s always been really kind with you, helping you when you´re in need, alaways being there to offer some advice. But he also likes to joke around.

"Why are you here?"

"Well you see Y/N we are here to ask if you´d like to join us at the pub." Deacy smiles sweetly, looking at the boys for some reassurance. They nod.

"The plan is to get you drunk and then you´ll shag Roger." Freddie jokes about your "fights" with Roger. They always make jokes about the sexual tension in the room rising whenever the two of you meet.

"If thats the plan, i´m sorry to dissapoint, but that´s not happening." you look at Roger, his blonde hair is rough, his clothes are too. The jacket he´s wearing reminds you of the summer holidays you spent together. Countless fights, spilled drinks and the smell of cigarettes reminds you of how you feel about this particular jacket. However his face looks beatiful. You have to admit that indeed he is a very attractive man. His blue eyes and scrunched up features compliment his tough look. He has a small mark under his eyebrow from when he had a fist fight with a random guy in the pub the other day. It still looks fresh. You admit you were worried about him. You asked if he was okay, if he needed help but he told you to piss off and angrily went through the backdoor. Even if you don´t understand him - you still consider him as your friend and care about him.

"I´m just joking love" Freddie expands his hands switching his gaze between you and Roger.

"You always do" you whisper and he winks at you.

Finally you decide it´s best if you finish and call it a day. You write a note incase the owner, who is also your boss shows up. You write down, how you´ve finished all your work, and that you´ve gone home early. You walk with the boys to your appartment. They´ve been here countless times. You step to the door and take your key out to unlock it. You open it and everyone gets inside. All of them immediately drop on your sofa, except Deacy who prefers to sit in the old leather armchair that doesn´t really match the style of the colorful sofa. You get into your bedroom opening your small closet.

You take out a black see-through blouse and black leather shorts . You brush your hair, and put on some lipstick. You keep your four rings on. They are some kind of luck charm. You look at yourself in the mirror before getting back to the living room. The boys sit up and eye you down.

"Wow, you don´t know what this does to me do you?" Deacy commented with awe. Your cheeks flush as you motion them to get up. You take your keys and step into a pair of high heels. Brian opens the door for you, which makes you laugh. You head to the pub.

You know this place well. Almost better than your parents house considering you have spent far more time here than in that bloody place. All of you order a drink at the bar, and sit down at the nearest table. You are glad there are no mobs of crazy fans. It´s already late and this pub isn´t where the boys usually play. This is a place you always go to together.

You clank your glasses and chug down the bitter liquid. It makes your body shiver, the taste lingers on your tongue and you instantly want more. You may seem like a bore with all your books but you do love a good drink. You are sitting between Brian and Deacy, Freddie and Roger are on the other side of the table.

You enjoy the company of them and the alcohol in your blood. You think about how it´s unusual of Roger to not start a fight with you. You wonder if everything is alright, if he is perhaps upset about something. You shake the thought off and order another drink.

"Let´s play a game my darlings" Freddie proposes. None of you are against it, probably due to the drunk state you all are in.

"truth or dare" Roger says. You roll your eyes. He always suggest this game.

You are anoyed to say the least. You know he will make those remarks about your sex life and pressure you into spilling the truth. He notices your distaste and scoffs. Deacy takes a deep breath. "Here we go"

"Oh, let´s hear it Y/N. What is the problem this time.." Roger places his hands on his chest. You laugh. "You always pick this game, don´t you know any other game?" mocking his gesture, you place your hands on your chest as well.

"but you enjoy it, i know you do" he smirks to himself. You know he is right, the adrenaline feeling you get is so contrasting to your other evenings you spend reading books.

"you aren´t as innocent as you like to think of yourself." he adds, you see Brian trying to get him to shut up, but Roger isn´t one to let things go that easily.

"i can´t even imagine, not that i would want to, what goes on inside your little head.. it must be outrageos." you start to feel emmbarased, your cheeks are heated. You feel frustrated, the tension between you two is growing by the minute. You stare in his eyes, trying to make up his feeling. what does he mean?

"It must be outrageous not getting any attention, or satysfaction." he sounds so arrogant, it makes you angry. what has he to tell you that.

"That´s none of your buisness! maybe i don´t want to distract myself from work. You wouldn´t understand" you say clearly getting angrier by the minute. You feel hurt, you don´t want to argue with him, but he gives you no other choice.

"If you´re so sexually frustrated why not take a piece of me?" he laughs while taking a sip of his drink. You´ve had enough.

"Rog, i think that´s enough.." Deacy tries to save the situation but it is already late.

"I can say whatever i want, i would really advise you to take my offer. Hundreds of girls would be so jealous of you right now" You ask Brian to move, he looks worried and asks you if you´re okay. You don´t want to talk about it, you take a hold of his shoulders and cross his legs trying to get as far away from this table as possible.You storm towards the exit. Not rasponding to the calls of your name.

Outside the bar there are some people talking, not as much noise as inside. The cold hits your skin as you shiver.

Should´ve brought a jacket.

You stare at the glowing moon and stars around it. It calms you a bit, you feel at peace finally. You replay what happened back there in you head, thinking about the whole situation.

The funny thing is - you started to develop some feelings for Roger. You didn´t know how it was possible, considering he is probably the most arrogant and selfish person you know. But you do like the way he is around Brian and the boys, he can be sweet and gentle - only not to you. He gets angry very easily that´s true, but in general, if you don´t start he is not the one who will. You can´t forget the fact that he is insanely handsome. You laugh to yourself.

How could this happen?

You were getting so hurt about what he said earlier because you knew, but you couldn´t admit it. Even to yourself.

You are falling for Roger Taylor.

You stay like this, watching the beaty of the night sky, the glow of the street lights setting the mood. You feel composed again, until the door opens and you hear the boys yelling at eachother from far away.

"You´ve gone too far Rog." Brian scolds him.

"Again" Deacy adds.

"Can i ask you something, are you perhaps the sexually frustrated one?" Freddie jokes.

"Yeah, you haven´t had a girl in a long time. do you need help?" Brian laughs loudly.

"Very funny. Don´t need your help shithead" he states, his voice clearly annoyed. Freddie chimes in again.

"The tension between you and Y/N was almost.."

"Arousing" Deacy whispers but you still can hear it.

"John!" Brian scolds him too.

You turn around, they all look at you trying to figure out what you´ll do next. You ask them if they want to accompany you at your appartment. Brian helps you walk, which you appriciate.

"I´m freezing." you shake a bit. What comes next shocks you - Roger offers you his jacket. You look at him. He looks like he might regret what happend back there. He holds his hand out, squeezing his jacket in his palm. You don´t know what you do, you stop and watch him closely. He doesn´t look at you, until he feels a bit emmbarased.

"You´re making me feel stupid, take the fucking jacket." his voice cracks finally making eye contact with you. His look is completely different from the one he had at the pub. You feel bad and stupid for making such a fuss about it.

"I´ll gladly take your jacket Rog" you say. Now he looks dumbfounded. You brush against his hand softly as he shivers, your hand is cold as his hand burns like fire.

"I was just a bit taken back. thank you." you express quietly.

"Did you just call me Rog?"

You´ve never called him Rog.

"It´s just..you´ve never called me Rog.." he looks down.

"I like the sound of it though.." he smirks. You blush but turn your face away so he won´t notice.

"Ehm, guys, can we continue walking now?" Brian snaps you back to reality. You nod fast and push away the emotions you are feeling inside right now. The others start talking again, meanwhile the both of you don´t say a word till you get to the appartment.

"truth or dare?" Freddie asks you. You don´t think to long about it.

"dare." you´ve been sitting in your living room for the past 2 hours, drinking anything that´s in your cupboards, finally feeling a little drunk. And ofcourse - playing that stupid game. Brian and Freddie have taken the sofa, Deacy and Roger fought who gets to sit in the armchair. Roger won, so now you and Deacy are spread across the dark red carpet.

"I dare you to sit on Brians lap. it´s convenient, after all we don´t have enough space for you on this couch and to be completely honest, even though that carpet looks absolutely ravishing, i doubt that it´s comfortable down there." Freddie says as you get up from the floor.

"Bri, Do you mind?"

"Not at all." he gestures to his lap and you instantly drop in his arms, not being able to stand for so long. His arms move around your waist and hold you close. You don´t mind either. His embrace is warm, safe and calming. You feel much better now.

"Your turn darling" Fred points to you and takes a gulp from his glass of whiskey.

You take in the scenery before you. Deacy is half asleep on the carpet, Brian draws small circles onto your sides. Your gaze meets Rogers.

"Rog? truth or dare?"

"christ, truth Y/N"

You don´t have to even think, you wanted to know the answer to this for quite a while now.

"Why did you punch that guy the other day?" he freezes, there is a look on his face you don´t really know what to think of.

"He called you a whore." he says simply. "he said he´d bang you so hard that if it were me and my drums i´d break them, he talked about doing all these things to you. It was disgusting, he doesn´t even know your name, yet he had so much shit to say. i hated that. i hated the way he talked about you like that"

Your heart skips a beat. He defended you? You are a bit shocked to be honest. Obviously you didn´t expect him to explain what happened, and you certainly didn´t expect that fight to be about you. You feel flattered, you can´t think straight, maybe because of the ammount of alcohol in you blood, or maybe because you didn´t know Roger would defend you in such a way.

"Would you bang me like you banged your drums when you broke them?"

Freddie chokes on his drink, spilling half of it on his clothes. Brian forgot how to breath for a second and smacked your thigh while trying to catch his breath. Roger is just blinking his eyes trying to prove to himself you really just asked that. The only noise filling the room are Deacys snores. All of you are silent for a bit. You don´t really know why you just said that, and in this moment you don´t especialy care either. Roger looks so good in the dim light of your living room. His hair a complete mess, his eyes look tired from all the alcohol he consumed. The way he arrogantly sits in the armchair would normaly make you roll your eyes, but now you only get more turned on.

"I think i´ll take off my soaked pants, not that you should do the same Y/N, but i think Roger would very appriciate it." Freddie gets up, setting the drink on the table in front of him. You can hear him enter the bathroom. Brian stiffens, still being under you.

"I think i´ll leave you guys to it." He remarks as he pushes you off him to the free space that has formed beside him since Freddie left.

"Deacy wake up" he shakes the sleeping man.

"What is happening?" he asks sleepily.

"the prophecy"

They leave you and Roger alone in the living room, they make their way to your bedroom as quick as they can. Roger clears his throat, realizing he hasn´t said anything.

"What?" he mutters.

"I´m not going to repeat myself, you heard me." you comment crossing your legs. He watches every movement you make closely. He stands up form his seat and walks straight to you - sitting down on the sofa. You put your legs in his lap, he strokes them slowly, tracing his fingers along your skin ever so slow, savouring the moment.

"We shouldn´t do anything you´ll regret tommorow when you are sober." he says gently, surprising you.

"like you care." you note.

"no" he says sternly "i do care Y/N, even if you think of me as the biggest asshole on the planet i am not so bad."

"That´s such a you thing to say" you hit his chest playfuly, he opens his mouth pretending to be hurt, it makes you smile. You don´t know if you thought about it before, but you like spending time with him. When he throws his arrogance and need to impress everyone around, he can be really gentle. However make his remarks at the same time. Only that this time they don´t annoy you, not only because you start to realise you may have some other feelings for Roger, but also because right now in this moment he isn´t trying to impress anyone else but you. There is no one else in the room so his jokes make you laugh because you know he is right. He notices your different behaviour.

"Hey Y/N why are you acting so different now?"

You think about what to say next. You don´t want to make things awkward between the two of you, don´t misunderstand, all these sex jokes really mean nothing. Most your conversations with Roger end up with talking about this topic anyway. So what is it that you are scared of? You don´t want your feelings to show. You don´t want him to know. Feelings and sex are two really different things, you don´t put them together in conversation, even if they in fact come as one.

"I guess your personality rubbed off on me, Taylor" you sit up, your face only inches away from his. You feel his hot breath tickling your nose, the smell of vodka driving you insane. You want to kiss him. You want to run your fingers through his hair. You want to do this so bad it hurts. He looks as into the moment as you.

"I just don´t want you to regret this" he said "i mean, we are polar opposites, peace and chaos, not that i don´t like this, - i fucking love it."

Fuck it.

You closed the distance between your lips, placing your hand on his cheek. He responded to the kiss within seconds not wasting any time by putting his hands on either side of your face, running them up your back and resting them on your hips. You finally run your hand through his hair, tuging on his roots. You break the kiss.

"God." you breathe out. He smirks at you as he pushes your back on the sofa, pinning your hands above your head. He attacks your neck, giving you little love bites and sucking on it gently - leaving his marks.

"I didn´t know you were so gentle Rog." you laugh. His hot breath tickles your neck as you shiver beneath him. You squirm your hands, you want to run your hands all over his body. Feel his chest, his heartbeat fast. He has one of his legs between yours nudging you slightly, which makes you even more heated. "I think i´ve fallen for you." you mutter inbetween breaths. He stops and looks you deep in the eyes.

"What do you mean Y/N?"

"I have feelings for you Roger, that´s why it hurts so much to argue with you all the time. I just hope you don´t hate me" you say as you decide to tell him the truth. You rub his muscular arm. He looks at you with such a puzzled, yet sweet look that makes you want to kiss him all over again.

"If i didn´t have feelings for you already, i still think i couldn´t say yes to that." he says, his voice is deep, filled with lust and desire. He smirks at you as he slowly takes of your blouse. You lift your hands allowing him easier acces. He appriciates the beaty of your half naked form for a bit, moments later attacking your lace covered breasts with hunger. He places rough kisses down your chest, ending by the waisband of your shorts. He looks at you.

"May i?"

You nod, taking his hand and placing it on the button on your shorts. He takes your pants of and admires the way you look. Beneath him, on this shitty sofa in your small appartment. He takes in the moment, smiling to himself as he has finally got the girl he so desperately craved. You unclasp your bra, throwing it across the room. It flyes and lands in the pot of your plants. He plays with your nipples, he licks them, sucks them.

God he does all sorts of things.

He gets more rough, he puts his hand into your panties and yanks them down your legs, spreding your thighs on it´s way. He makes you realize you had all these desires that you didn´t want to act upon. You thought this would interfere with your work. But, god, fuck work at this point.

Or even better.

Fuck Roger Taylor.

Now you´re the one pushing his back. He doesn´t insist, he doesn´t fight back. In fact he likes you like this, being in control. You strandle his legs, rocking your hips on his lap. You just realized he is still fully clothed.

"Hey why am i the only one naked?"

You start to unbutton his shirt, leaving little kisses as you go along. He moans, and grunts also being fond of the feelings. As Brian pointed out earlier Roger hasn´t been with a girl in a long time, so he´s a bit

e x c i t e d

to finally feel some satysfaction. You can see that clearly on his pants. A big bulge has formed - his crotch. It feels like forever to Roger until you get him out of his clothesm leaving him in his boxers. You take your time.

It´s fun to tease him.

You play with the waistband of his boxers, maintaining intense eye contact as you do so. As you slide them down you gasp a little.

"First one you´ve seen?" he laughs at your clear reluctance.

"No, i´m just impressed."

He places you in his lap again, his boner pokes your thigh. You both are to worked up for foreplay, not that you need any. He conects you lips again.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Make love to me like the madman that you are."

And so here goes nothing.

He slips his hard member into you, a sound of lust leaving his lips. You rock your hips as you enjoy the feeling of being completely filled out. You moan his name countless times not caring that the boys can probably hear you. In this particular moment you don´t care about anything else than Roger. You don´t care about the way you look, how bad your hair is. He doesn´t care either. Sweat drips down his face, his hair falling across it.

You love this. You absolutely fucking love this.

You cannot say anything else, there is no other way to put it. You begin to understand all the girls who have fainted over Roger, but you can´t think about that right now as you feel your orgasm slowly approching.You feel the oh-so-familiar tightening of you stomach. The feeling completely washing over you as you try not to let in just yet. You enjoy this so much, you don´t want it to end.

"Rog, i-i´m cl-ose" you manage to squeak out. He holds you in his arms, thrusting into you, panting and groaning at his own movements and sensations. You can´t hold it anymore, so you let go. Shaking and moaning on the way. This tips Roger over the edge, cumming his heart out too. You both lay there breathless, you on top of him. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

"I think i love you." he says as he plants a kiss in your messed up hair.

The next morning is even messier. You wake up as Freddie puts a blanket over the two of you. You jump a little, he silences you, gesturing that it´s okay. You nod, agreeing to talk about it later.

"I told you that was the plan" he mouthed as he walks away to the bathroom.

You look over at Roger, he looks so peaceful while he is sleeping. His lashes are so long, his mouth in a slight pout as he exhales through his nostrills. You get up, scrambling up your clothes from various places they have ended in and putting them on. You decide making breakfast is a good option, but unfortunately you don´t have much in your fridge other than some eggs.

You decide, an omelette it is!

You are so focused on cooking that you don´t notice Roger getting up and slipping in his boxers until you feel two hands around your waist and a head plop into the crook of your neck.

"Mornin´ watcha cooking?" he says in a cheaky tone that makes you laugh.

"Don´t know, doesn´t look good."

"It´ll taste great im sur-Ohh my god what in the heavens??" Brian enters the kitchen not believing his eyes. A partially naked Roger with hands around your waist.

"Am i still dreaming?"

"What kind of sick dreams do you have in mind Brian?" Deaky comes in. Great. This is a group party, everyone join!

"Everyone, take your pleasure seats and wait for our darling to bring you breakfast" you turn around and thank Freddie for trying to twist the conversation in a different matter. Roger smiles at you and joins the boys.

"Should i be afraid to sit on the sofa?" Brian comments, the room erupting into laughter. You included. You finally get it. It´s not about the jokes. It´s not about the tension. It´s simply just the way you look at life. Roger made you think, and maybe he was right. You could loosen up a bit. Or life will be what happens to you, while you´re busy making other plans.

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor smut #smut #queen fanfiction #roger taylor fanfiction #ben hardy as roger taylor #why am i like this #this is embarassing

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Attie´s Challenge Challenge: Loki x Reader--Space Explorer

Prompt #6: “Do reasons matter when there is nothing that can be done to change things?”

Note: This is for Attie´s Challenge Challenge (hyperlinked) on the blog @barnesrogersvstheworld

How you ended up leaving earth and exploring space never really mattered to you, what mattered was that you had fun doing so. Sure, you enjoy coming back to the planet every once in a while, but it feels less and less like home with each visit. Home is now aboard your spacecraft, which you´ve named ¨The Traveller¨. Some of your fondest memories as a child were looking up at the night sky, wondering what was out there waiting to be discovered. Other times you had imagined yourself becoming an astronaut and travelling all over the galaxy in your very own spacecraft. Little did you know back then that it´ll actually happen. Besides Earth, you´ve been on several planets. Some good, some bad. Some you almost died on. Although, the thrill of adventure and the knowledge of other cultures and species was worth it.

One of the more fascinating places you like to visit is a place called ¨Asgard¨. You think growing up you may have heard the name in a fairytale or myth once or twice, but never expected it to be real. This land holds Asgardians, some of which are self proclaimed Gods... you think. Sometimes getting facts right can be tricky, especially in a place where you don't want to draw attention to yourself. Often times you land away from civilization in a clearing in the forests of Asgard--prefering to be around the nature of the area rather than the people, but the people can be quite friendly as well--proven by a few locals you´ve met and a very dear friend.

He meets you in the forest when he finds out you´re here. Apparently the gatekeeper of this world--Heimdal you think his name is--always sees you land (no matter how stealthy you think you´re being) and informs your friend--no others ever know you arrive. Your friend is quite secretive when he wants to be. You know there's information he's not letting you know for some reason, but you allow him to do as he pleases. Everyone has their secrets and although you're curious, you let him have his. Nevertheless, you enjoy being around him. His stories are fascinating, the way he speaks is heart melting, and his intellect and wit surpass any other you have ever met. In a way, you can say you have a crush on the man. Ah! Thinking of.. Here he is, sneaking around the bushes to surprise you.

¨Hi Loki!¨ You call upon spotting him, having been on your own for a long while, you´ve developed a second sense to always keep track of your surroundings so you are not ambushed. He looks to you as you call and waves, coming out of hiding and over to you giving you a hug, which you return.

¨I can never get the jump on you, huh, little one?¨ He responds while playfulling ruffling your hair, you laugh. Ever since you've become friends with him, he's been trying to scare you when he comes to visit you all the way out here.

¨Keep trying. You get it one day. Oh great god of mischief!¨ You tease him; for added effect, you overstress the title that he had told you that belongs to him.

¨Oh ha ha.¨ He responds dryly, giving you a faint smile; you can tell he enjoys your childish ways. ¨How has your travels been since the last time we spoke?¨ he inquired.

¨They´ve been good. I really wish you would take my offer to come with me. I feel like you´d have a blast.¨ You reply, giving him a small playful push. He sighs at the proposition. You´ve been bugging him about this for a while now and as much as he would love to go, even just for a little while, he can´t.

¨You know I can´t.¨ he spoke softly pulling an arm around your waist as the two of you bagan to walk through the forest in a random direction.

¨Yeah, yeah. I know. Your dad is a hardass and won´t let you do anything. I don't see why it matters so much. I mean you've told me you don't exactly have a job, perse. Nor are you needed for super important things. Why can't ya just disappear for a few days, maybe a week?¨ You respond softly, sighing at having this conversation once again. It just didn't make sense to you why he can't just say ´hey leaving for a bit brb´ and go.

¨And have all of Asgard wondering where one of the princes went to? I don't think that'll blow over very well.¨ He bit back in a soft but still harsh tone. Obviously, irritated by your persistence.

¨Wait...¨ You stopped walking and looked up at him; he paused glancing down at you, knowing you´ve gotten hung up on something he said. ¨Prince?¨ You questioned, eyebrows furrowing, ¨You´re a prince, Loki?!¨ You exclaimed, shocked that this has never come up before. He then realized that he has yet to tell you this little fact about him. He made sure to never mention it because he enjoyed how you treated him like a fellow person, not an authority figure. Honestly, the life of a royal can get a bit stuffy and boring every once and awhile.

¨Ah, yes. I am.¨ He replied gently, casually, as if it wasn't a huge deal that he knows you're about to make it be. ¨Second son to the king of Asgard; the first being my oaf of a brother.¨ He rolled his eyes at this and you just stared up at him, dumbfounded.

¨Why did you never tell me this? I feel like it would be a big deal, a big part of your life. I mean a prince, Loki, are you kidding me?¨ you asked, wondering if he was just playing a trick on you--as he does sometimes. He chuckles and gives you a small smile.

¨Love, it's funny how you don't even blink at the idea that I am a God, but you are so concern with me being a prince. Isn't that a bit odd?¨ He asked, pointing out this peculiarity.

¨I'm not entirely convinced anyone here is a God, but Loki don't try to change the subject. Why the hell would a prince ever come here, somehow meet me, and decide I´m worth his time? That just doesn't make sense to me.¨ You pushed on the topic further and Loki sighed, knowing you aren't going to stop on the topic until you have all your answers.

¨Maybe because you are the only one who didn't know he´s a prince and wanted to be treated like an individual for once and not as some higher up thing.¨ Loki responded bitterly, his tone cutting through you like a knife.

¨For friendship?¨ You asked, interpreting his words. You glanced up at him. Suddenly, a small part of you reminded you of your crush on him causing a pang of hurt to be felt in your heart.

¨Yes.¨ He responded glancing at you, wondering what you'll do next. You smiled at him softly--a smile that he cherishes and adores--but he can see a hint of sadness in your eyes. Something hurt you. Was it him?

¨I´ll drop it then--forget you even mentioned it--and we can continue as normal.¨ You reassured him and as if to prove it to him yelled that you´ll race him to the nearby river while giving him a playful shove before taking off in the direction of the river. He chuckled and smiled before running off after you, easily surpassing you and making it there before you.

You both continued with your day; Talking to each other, playing silly games that you came up with, telling each other of stories of their recent escapades, and just enjoying the company you have with one another. Throughout this day, Loki had caught sight of the hurt in your eyes a few times. He tried not to question it, but he is too wound up in the idea that he hurt you somehow earlier and that you are faking being happy and are actually angry with him.

¨...Love, are you alright?¨ He asked hesitantly. Both of you were sitting on a fallen log at this point and fairly close too. He had you tucked under his arm against his side, a common place for you to be when he's around. Neither of you are shy about physical contact anymore.

¨Yeah, I´m fine.¨ You responded softly and looked up at him, wondering why he said that. ¨Why do you ask?¨

¨You seem hurt, emotionally. I was hoping it wasn't because of anything I said or done.¨ He responded honestly, deciding not to point out that he knows you're lying. He has noticed he's a lot more open with you then any other person, he figured it´s because you let him be himself, that you aren´t pressuring him to be anyone else.

¨Oh… huh, guess I am a little bit, but it doesn't really matter.¨ You said brushing it off, ¨You didn't cause it anyways.¨

¨May I help you with it somehow?¨ He asked, maybe he can help you feel better.

¨Loki, it nothing. Don't worry.¨ You replied and smiled up at him. ¨Thanks for being concerned though.¨

¨I know it's not nothing. Do not lie to me.¨ He responded, huffing. ¨Why do you feel hurt? What reason do you have to feel this way?¨ he asked getting more irritated.

¨Do reasons matter when there is nothing that can be done to change things?¨ you ask rhetorically, ¨I… I love you, Loki, and I honestly thought maybe I had a chance to be with you, romantically, and now I find out you´re a prince--which in most cultures means that you must marry other royalty, not some crazy person from space.¨ You confess and begin to tear up as you let these feeling be known--the thought of it all hurt you, but actually saying it out loud completely tears you apart. ¨So, yeah. I am hurt. Hurt that I was stupid enough to think maybe, just maybe, for once in my life I found the one person I can actually be with. But… I guess… not.¨ You can feel the wet trails of tears running down your cheeks in streams as your chest constricts more and more making it harder to breath as you choke back sobs.

Loki--although surprised--takes you into his arms and begins to rock you back and forth; Letting his hands comb through your hair and rub your back. He tries to calm you, sooth you for what feels like hours, when really it's been less than ten minutes. Eventually, you sigh and rub the tears from your eyes and cheeks.

¨Maybe it´ll be better if I just left and didn't come back...¨ you whispered, mostly to yourself--dejected and tired. His heart rips at the thought of never seeing you again.

¨No.¨ Loki finally speaks. ¨I need you. You are the only person I have besides my mother who actually cares for me. I want you in my life… I… I might not know how I feel about you at the moment--whether its romantic or platonic--but I know I can´t stand the thought of never seeing you again. Stay or visit. Please.¨ He spoke in a hushed tone so soft that only you could hear him. You can feel how important this is to him through his words.

¨Okay.¨ You whisper shakily. Deciding that you will continue with your visits to Asgard, continue seeing him, and maybe, just maybe, once he figures out his feelings, you´ll have a definite answer as to what you are to him.

But for now, you´ll wait and enjoy your time with him, because he's worth it.

#loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki (marvel)#loki fanfic #loki/reader #Attie’s Challenge Challenge

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dracosollicitus · 7 years ago

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Thank you for continuing the #80 prompt. I loved it! I hope you'll write more (hopefully, in the next one, they'll patch things up).

Ask and ye shall receive @raissapl

(Part Three of my Damerey “Does He Know About the Baby” Angstfest)

Word count: ~3500

Prequel

Part One

Part Two

tagging: @branlovesouat @greyone01 @roguecompanion1812 @dame-reylo-ve @dragonfodder44 @therebeccaw @warqueenfuriosa @melanoradrood (who either requested another part to this angstfest/listened and helped with my rambling about it)

(This is AngstCentral, y’all)

Rey spoke to Poe once more, a week after he discovered that she was pregnant.

She’d been avoiding him, most likely abusing her knowledge of the Force to do so, but he managed to time his arrival in the hangar perfectly with her departure from her shift in the mechanics bay. Rey was wiping her hands on a towel when Poe nearly fell flat on his face sprinting over to her.

“Rey,” he managed to gasp. “Rey - can we - I need to -”

She figured there was no way to get out of it now, so she stared at him stonily, dropped the filthy towel blindly into a waiting basket, and crossed her arms over her chest, no longer caring if it highlighted her protruding stomach. She didn’t speak, didn’t indicate any interest in what he had to say; she merely stared at him. He gulped, and - if he hadn’t left her for four months, she’d actually be in danger of feeling sorry for him.

“Uh,” Poe looked surprised that she hadn’t hurled him through the air using the Force (she’d thought about it). “I just…I really need to talk to you. Explain some things, see how you were doing.”

“How I’m doing?” Rey repeated coolly.

“Yeah,” Poe nodded, looking somewhat relieved that she’d responded. The part of her that had never been hardened by the desert cooed in sympathy; she silenced it rapidly. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay, you know, and I wanted to see if you needed anything, or if I could do anything for you-”

“Why do you even care?” Rey demanded. “I suppose it’s because it’s your kid, or whatever.” He flinched at the way she threw his past phrasing back in his face.

“That’s part of it,” Poe said, rubbing the back of his neck in the way Rey used to find endearing (the way she used to love), but now the sight of it only made her gut hurt like she’d drunk too much water, too fast, coming back in from the desert heat. “But it’s also because you’re my girl. Aren’t you?”

Rey stared at him in shock. They’d slept together every day - sometimes two or three (the record was five) times a day - for a whole month before he left, but never had he described her as a girlfriend or even a lover. But now he - they were - No.

“Is that how you treat ‘your girls’?” Rey asked, angry that her voice sounded more weak that infuriated.

Poe recoiled as if she’d physically struck him. “What?” He asked. “What - no, Rey, you were the only one, I didn’t even look at another person after we- even after I met you-”

“That’s not what I meant,” she interrupted him, and he looked at her with what looked like a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that threatened to burn them both.

“Then what did you-”

“I asked you to stay,” Rey said, hating the tears burning at the back of her eyes. Poe looked tormented, opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off with a tired hand. “I asked you to stay, Poe, and you left anyway. You held me in your arms and promised me you’d always be there for me, and then you kriffing left me. I’m sorry that I find your promise now to be just as untrustworthy as the one you made then.”

She walked past him, and noticed he was frozen to the spot. A small, vindictive part of her, the part that was still deeply interested in that cave on Ahch-To, thrilled in the knowledge that maybe she’d hurt him even a tenth of how much he’d hurt her.

The rest of her begged and sobbed to run back to him, to let him kiss her and hold her the way he seemed so desperate to do; but, Rey had made her mind up. She wouldn’t (couldn’t) be left behind again. And she certainly wouldn’t put her child through that.

Rey from Jakku knew all too well what it cost a child to watch someone they loved fly away.

Rey was kicking the wall in her bunk while lying flat on her back. If she owned a limmie ball, maybe she’d throw that instead, but she enjoyed the rhythmic thunk thunk thunk of her booted foot against the durasteel.

She hadn’t talked to Poe in two days since she walked away from him in the hangar; but she had caught a reproachful look from Finn when he’d escorted Poe out of the mess yesterday. Rey’s heart had frozen solid in her chest when she saw the red rimming Poe’s eyes, when she saw how tired and lined his face was. She knew she needed to go and patch things up with Poe; but she was still too heartsick herself to try.

This contemplation had taken the better part of half an hour when her door hissed open, and a droid’s chirp reached her ears.

“Hey, Beebee,” Rey called, not looking away from the ceiling. “I’m not feeling much like company.”

[You and Master-Poe have fought for over a week] BB-8 noted, wheeling over to her. The doors hissed shut a moment later, and Beebee whirled quietly to itself for a moment while Rey continued to scowl upwards. [He has cried almost every night for ten days.] Rey was about to inform the droid that Master-Poe’s crying habits had little do with her, when it continued. [It is almost as dire as the nights during his most recent mission.]

“What do you mean?” Rey asked, flipping over to lie on her stomach before remembering that her stomach was roughly the size of BB-8 these days. She winced and sat upright, her back against the wall.

[It will be easier if BB-8 shows you] the droid informed her, and Rey gestured for it to do so.

With a noise suspiciously like a throat being cleared, BB-8 lifted a panel on the front of its interface. Poe Dameron’s voice flooded Rey’s room, and she winced from how much it soothed the ache in her stomach.

“I wish I was back on base,” Poe was saying. “Gods, Sunshine, you have no idea how hard it was to leave you. Can’t believe it’s only been sixteen hours since I’ve seen you .Wish you could see the stars up here. I’ve been flying almost my whole life. Never seen anyone who looks at stars the way you do.

“Beebee,” Rey said cautiously, leaning forward as much as she could. “What is this?” The droid didn’t answer, but merely fast-forward, causing a strange scrambled noise over the audiofile before it cleared up again:

“Day Two. Flew through the weirdest little moon today to refuel. They had these giant fruits, bigger than your head, Sunshine. I almost bought one to bring back to base for you, but then I remembered I wouldn’t be back for a few months, and it might not smell too good sitting in the back of my X-Wing. Shit.” There was the sound of heavy breathing for a moment, and when Poe started talking again, his voice was clogged with barely suppressed emotion. “I miss you so much, sweetheart. I haven’t slept since I left you. I don’t think I remember how to sleep without you lying next to me. Ignore me, just falling apart over here. You’d be way better at this mission than me. I don’t think you’d fall apart quite as fast. You’re much stronger than I am.”

“Beebee,” Rey stared down at the droid in realization. “Did your master record these on purpose?”

[BB-8 always records its surroundings,] the droid said smugly. [Master-Poe is speaking to himself, but he referred to you, Savior-Rey, as “Sunshine,” which is his particular coded designation for you in one-on-one conversation, so BB-8 classified them in the database as messages intended for your consumption.]

“I don’t think Poe would want you to-”

Day Three, Poe sounds a lot shakier now. Flew through an electromagnetic storm. Almost died there. Oops. I’ve never been afraid of dying, so many people I loved died with a bravery and honor, and I always thought I’d be able to do the same. Came close a few times. But this time, all I could think was, you’re never going to see her again. And I’m not proud of this Sunshine, but that made me cry. Because I know you wanted me to stay, and I had to go, but I promised myself I’d come back to you. There’s so much I need to tell you. Like the fact that I - I -”

The message cut off before he could say anything else, and Rey beckoned BB-8 to come closer. She rested her hand on its dome while she listened to the messages, tears rolling down her face the farther along she got.

The worst one came from two weeks before the end of his mission; it was the longest one, and she sobbed almost uncontrollably afterwards.

“Did you ever think about us getting married? I wanted to ask you that every morning I woke up with you next to me. I always thought to myself, gods, what inspired my father to propose to my mother in the middle of an intergalactic crisis, lure her away to some random rock, build her a home, make a family with her, and then have to go right back to fighting? I never really got it - I respected it, sure, but I didn’t get it. But I woke up next to you that first morning, and I thought: Damn. Look at her. The whole galaxy spins around her, and she has no idea; she’s so damn important, and so damn perfect, and she chose me.

Even if it was only for a second, and I never got to hold you again, there was this one shining moment of my life where I was the lucky guy you chose. And I wanted you to choose me again. And again. Because I knew I’d choose you every day, I’d choose to spend every day of my life with you if I could. So, I’d wake up every morning, after you’d chosen me again, and I’d consider kissing you on your cheek, or your cute little nose, or that one spot under your ear that if I could get just right, you squeaked like an Ewok - I’d think about kissing you awake to ask you, hey, Sunshine, do you ever think about us getting married? And you’d say something sensible like, kriff, Dameron, you haven’t even taken me on a proper date yet. And I’d say, fair enough, when are you free? Is now good?

I miss you so much it hurts, Sunshine. Two more weeks now. Two weeks and I can hold you again. I think that’s the first thing I’m going to do when I get off this bird. I’m going to find you in the crowd - because yeah, there’s gonna be a crowd, after the pile of banthashit I went through to finish this mission - I’m going to jump down and run to you and kiss you until I’m blue in the face, and you’re making that face where you’re embarrassed but you don’t want anyone to know that you’re secretly also happy, and I’m gonna take you on a real, proper date, so when I give you this ring you aren’t going to ask me why I haven’t taken you on a real, proper date.

…Maybe I’ll take you back to my bunk first. Yeah. I’ll probably do that first. But then. I’mma date the kriff outta you.

Rey covered her mouth with her hand, foolishly thinking she could somehow contain her grief in that way.

“Play the last one,” she whispered to the attentive droid, wanting to skip forward to the end, to the last day of his mission. She couldn’t listen to ten more, but the potential for his optimism - before he’d gotten down from the X-Wing, before she’d blown him off, before she’d yelled at him and pushed him away - maybe that could salvage her spirits somewhat. “Please?”

BB-8 made an odd noise, and then briefly thought to itself. When the audio file started up, Rey frowned at Poe’s voice. He sounded distressed, not at all like he was coming back to base after a long journey.

“Hey, hey - Beebee-” His voice cracked, and Rey’s own breath caught with it. “You recordin’ this, buddy?” A faint beep from the droid in affirmation, and then, “Okay. So, I’m prob’ly gonna die in this war, yeah? Yeah. Uhm. So, in case I die, I just - gods. Rey, could you play this for him? Or her - I don’t want you thinkin’ - I don’t want them to think I don’t care ‘bout them either way. Just please, please play this for them. Can you - would you do that, for me? No matter how mad you are?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Rey said quickly, “Beebee, no I meant the last one from the mission not from the last few days-”

“Hey there, little one,” Poe sounded so, so sad, and Rey felt her heart being carved open from it. “Hey little - I guess not little Dameron. Didn’t exactly earn that. So, I’m Poe, your uh - well. Maybe not father. Fathers are…there. And I don’t want you thinkin’ I didn’t want to be there, it just - things were complicated. I … I really messed up, but I want you to know how badly I wanted to be there for you, and how much it hurt me that I wasn’t. I loved you from the second I knew you existed, and I hope you have the best life. I’m not around anymore, but uh - I’d like to think I’m part of the Force, and that I’ll love you and your mom until the galaxy doesn’t exist anymore.

Let me tell you about your family, little one. For starters, your mother. She’s…I’m sure you know, but she’s the most amazing person in the galaxy, and I loved her so much. She’s a Jedi, and she’ll make sure you have the best life. No one loves like she does. So be nice to her. No joyrides on speeders, no hijacking her ship. I did that to my own mama, and she chased me around Yavin 4 for an hour.

Your grandmother’s name was Shara Bey. Your grandfather’s name was Kes Dameron. Kes might still be around when you get this, and if your mama lets you, you should go and visit him. He would love to meet you, and he’s a pretty fun person. He fought in the first war against the Empire, and Shara was a fighter pilot, and they were both heroes, just like your own mama. I bet you’re gonna be a fighter, little one.

There was a banging on her door, but Rey couldn’t tear her attention away from Beebee. By this point, she was kneeling on the floor, one hand on its round body as she drank in every word, her other hand resting on her stomach. Tears rolled down her face as Poe finished the message with:

“I bet you’re spectacular. I love you, so, so much. And I hope that no matter what, you’re happy. I hope that you’re always happy. Gods, I wish I coulda met you.”

The doors to her room hissed open halfway through the closing message, and Rey looked up as she heard a muttered curse.

Poe stood there, hair on end like he’d dragged his hand through it, eyes wild - he looked horrified.

“No!” He shouted over the recording of himself wishing that the baby and Rey would be happy. “No, BB-8, you were not supposed to play that unless I -”

“Unless you died.” Rey whispered. She stood up on shaky legs, almost losing her balance. Poe jolted forward like he wanted to catch her but then thought better of it. He remained a foot inside the doorway. “Poe, why didn’t you-”

“I’m sorry,” Poe said hastily. “I’m sorry he bothered you. He’s going now-” and Poe pointed aggressively at the door while glowering down at his droid. “And he won’t bother you again. Right, Beebee?”

The droid rolled forward shame-facedly, and cooed something too quiet for Rey to hear up at Poe. Poe’s face softened. “I know, buddy,” he whispered back. If she wasn’t Force-sensitive, she doubted she would have picked up on Poe’s quiet response. “I miss her, too. But that’s not how we get her to talk to me again.”

Beebee rolled out the door, and Poe smiled sadly at Rey, hands in his jacket pocket. “I’m really sorry,” he said again. “Gods, I don’t know what he was thinking.”

“He played your messages,” Rey blurted out.

“Messages?” Poe blinked, not understanding. “I only recorded the one-”

“From your mission,” Rey clarified. “He played all the things you wanted to say to me.” Poe looked confused a moment longer before horrified understanding crept over his face.

“No,” he said, hands coming out of his pockets to pull at his hair. “Oh, no, no, no, nonono-”

Rey walked over to him, and he lowered his hands to look at her warily. His eyes flitted down to her lightsaber, and a part of Rey twinged that things had soured between them so much that he’d thought her capable of using it on him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice cracking. “I’m sorry Beebee played all those tapes, it was an invasion of privacy, but - I wouldn’t have known otherwise.”

“Known what?” Poe laughed, a self-deprecating grin on his face. “How pathetic I am?”

“No,” Rey said, stopping only six inches away from him. It was the closest they’d been physically in over four months. “I wouldn’t have known you missed me as much as I missed you.” Poe looked startled, but she kept going, wanting to level the field between them. “I wouldn’t have known how much you cared about me, even before you knew I was pregnant, and I wouldn’t have known that you didn’t want to leave. And, Poe?”

He looked her with less trepidation and more hope, and it made her heart beat for what felt like the first time in months.

“I did think about marrying you,” she whispered. “I thought about it when I saw you helping cadets even when you were bone-tired, I thought about it when you were half-awake and stumbling around before you got your cup of caf. I thought about marrying you that time you got food poisoning and spent all night in the ‘fresher vomiting your guts out, and you were so determined to make me not worry that you kept telling horrible, horrible jokes.”

“Oh.” Poe blinked, and settled on the single syllable in response to her confession. “Oh.”

“Can I kiss you?” Rey asked, worried that he’d refuse her. “I’ve wanted to since the second you left, but I’ve been so angry, and I wasted so much time, and-”

Poe reached out to cup her jaw with one hand, the other pulling her in at the small of her back until she was flush against him. His mouth was warm on hers, and the kiss was slow and languid and felt every bit like she was coming home. His stubble scratched at the corners of her mouth and her cheeks as much as it ever did, and he tasted faintly of caf and ration bread, and Rey hummed into the kiss, feeling something unfurl inside her chest.

Poe’s large hand came around from her back to her stomach, where he rested his hand almost reverently over her abdomen. The kiss became a series of shorter, less deep but no less passionate kisses, and Poe eventually pulled away to rest his forehead against hers and gaze down at where his hand was placed.

Rey covered her hand with his. “That’s your papa,” she whispered to the life she was growing. “Say hi, little one.” As if listening to her, a light kick answered her request. It wasn’t uncommon, but it was the first time she’d shared it with someone else, and Rey found herself crying at the shaky intake of breath from Poe.

“Oh gods,” he groaned, his thumb lightly stroking back and forth over her stomach. “That’s -”

“That’s our baby,” Rey confirmed. “And he and I both want you to know that your message, while sweet, was unnecessary because you are forbidden from dying, Poe Dameron. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, ma’am,” Poe chuckled. There was a pause, and Rey smirked into it, hearing Poe’s next question before he said it.

“He?!”

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