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[stayflh]

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[novemberheart]

Chapter 3 <- Chapter 4-> Chapter 5

{Overview} As you grow closer to Johnny, Simon steps in

{Warnings} Slight angst, female reader, this chapter is a bit short, Johnny being a sweetheart, cursing

“Good morning everyone!” You sang, making your way to the front of the large room. A few mumbled greetings reached your ears. You put your hands on your hips a heavy sigh leaving you. “I said ‘GOOD MORNING EVERYONE”! You shouted, your hands cupping the front of your face.

Louder groans echoed through the room but ‘good mornings’ were quickly passed to you.

“I know the coffee isn’t the best, but I encourage you to have a cup.” You huffed. “Who remembers what we’re talking about this month?” You hummed, beginning your pace around the room.

“Symbols.” Robert spoke up from next to you.

“That’s right.” You cheered, turning back on your heels. “Let’s narrow that down a bit, what is our main focus this week?”

“What different colors symbolize.” Another man shouted from the back.

“Perfect. Thank you, Captain Taylor.”

“We are learning about what different colors can symbolize. So let me just throw out the color orange. What does that make you think of?”

“Oranges.”

“The sun.”

“My grandson.” A few laughs broke out in the one. “What? His favorite color is orange.” Sergeant Pierce huffed.

“No that’s actually perfect. Sometimes colors can remind us of people. Alright what about the color white?” You continued, pacing back around the crowded room.

“Snow.”

“Sheep.”

“Clouds.”

“A nice, sandy beach.”

“A wedding.” Your ears perked up at that one. You turned on your heels, your eyes squinting towards the far left of the room. Your eyes widened as you locked them with Johnny. A polite smile pulled at your cheeks as you suddenly felt shy.

“All of those are good.” You complimented, making your way back up front. “Today we are going to be focusing on what Sergeant Pierce shared with us. I want you to paint someone from your memory- but I want you to stray away from realism and focus on colors that either described your relationship with them. For example let’s say- I don’t know- twenty years ago you met a pretty little thing while you were stationed in Italy.” A few hoots sounded off from around the room. “Yeah, yeah.” You smirked rolling your eyes.

“Anyways let’s say you met this person and they were passionate. What color would you draw them as?”

“Red.” A few people said in unison.

“Perfect, red. Now let’s say along with this person being passionate this person made you happy. What color would you add?”

“Yellow!” A few others shouted.

“I think most of us agree on this so far. Now let’s get a little deeper. Now we know you can’t be happy all the time so let’s say between these moments of happiness there were pockets of uncertainty. Maybe one of you wanted a more serious relationship or maybe there was the looming possibility you could be transferred somewhere else. What color would you add to represent that?”

“Dark blue.”

“I’d add red again.”

“I think a dark green.”

You let out a small gasp. “We finally got some different answers. So far we have a person painted in yellow, red, maybe some dark blues and greens. Now just looking at this painting we would be able to grasp the sort of feelings this person might cause you. That’s our goal today. Now I don’t want any of you to worry about being vulnerable because your perception of a color might not be the same as another’s- so don’t go making assumptions, okay?” You paused for a moment. “Oh and try to keep the paintings somewhat PG, I plan on hanging these in the hallway.” You said. The room grew with chuckles before the vets got to work gathering canvases and brushes from the center of the table.

You made your way around the room chatting with each table, this was the part you loved about your job. Getting to know about each person and watch as they opened up without even realizing it. You flushed and excused yourself after a particularly raunchy table, finally ending up near Johnny.

“What do we have going on here?” You teased looking around at the canvases.

“Don’t know where you’ve been hiding this one.” Thomas spoke up, nodding his head towards Johnny. The Scot looked up from his canvas sending you a wink. This corner of the room had been the loudest, breaking out into laughter every other minute.

“He is pretty funny isn’t he?” You replied, eyes dancing back over to Johnny. The man flushed, obviously not expecting the compliment. He looked extra handsome with a red hue to his cheeks. He quickly recovered, flashing the table a smile.

“I got nothin’ on you bastards.” He finally spoke up.

“You remember that son.” Elias chuckled, giving Johnny’s shoulder a slight nudge.

“Well don’t you boys go scaring him off.” You whispered sternly. They smiled at the playful glint in your eyes.

“We’ll be nice to your boyfriend, Hun. Not to worry.” Thomas assured. The instinctual urge was to deny it-for Johnny’s sake, but you decided to let it be, you and Johnny sharing a knowing glance.

“Well that was fun, Bonnie.” You jumped at the deep voice.

“Really? They did seem to get into it a bit more than the ones in the past.” You beamed. Johnny got a bit closer admiring everyone’s handiwork. His shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt the instant urge to sink into his warmth. With him this close you could smell his cologne- a fire with a hint of spice. Out of your four temporary roommates Johnny was the one you felt the closest too- the next runner up being Kyle. He went out of his way to check in with you and be friendly- even with his playful flirting.

“Hey, where’s yours?” You perked up, turning towards him a hand resting against the table.

“I was trying to sneak out with it.” He whispered, his eyes wide as he got caught. “I was going to leave it by your door, but here you go.” He removed the still wet picture from behind his back.

Your hands reached up to cover your mouth in shock. You knew Johnny was good- but you had yet to really study his work. It was a portrait of you, with one hand on your hip, the other resting against your cheek as you looked down with a slight smile. The aspect that really blew your mind was the emotion he was able to capture in your eyes. Happiness, content with a hint of amusement. Your picture was filled with color.

“Johnny.” You gasped before you could stop yourself. Your bleary eyes looked up to meet his. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has given me.”

“Well that makes me sad.” He whispered back. His hand reached up, the pad of his thumb brushing a fat tear that rolled down your cheek.

“God, I’m a mess.” You sputtered, wiping your tears on your shirt collar.

“A hot one.” You laughed through your tears, your eyes meeting his melted blue ones one again.

“Thank you, Johnny. I mean it.”

Afterwards Johnny took you out to lunch at a cozy pub a few blocks away from work. You two chatted over the daily special. You learned he was the second youngest of four sisters.

“So that’s why you’re not uncomfortable around me.” You jested.

He talked about where he grew up, the look in his eyes making you homesick for a place you’ve never been.

“I’ll take you there one day, Bon. You’d like it. It’s rainy with lots of farms.”

He asked about you. Not that you had too much to share. You told him about your different jobs, growing up as an only child, how you missed home but overall were happy you worked up the courage to leave.

He paid the bill before you even realized it had been dropped off at the table.

As he drove you back to work the realization that this was the best date you’d even been on hit you like a bolt of lightning. Not that you had any right to call it a date. He was just being friendly and wanted you to feel welcome. Maybe he was trying to score some points with Laswell that he was being a good host. The thought made your heart sink a bit. You shook the thought away.

“You okay?” Johnny spoke up from the drivers seat. You quirked your eyebrow. “You shook your head like there was a bug on you.”

“I did?” You muttered causing him to nod his head. Had you always done that? Sure you would shake thoughts out of your head- but you weren’t aware you physically did it. “Spasm, I guess.” You shrugged nonchalantly. He hummed- seemingly fine with your answer.

That night you were by yourself. The house was empty when you came home. You made yourself a quickly dinner, washing the dishes before you even began to eat. It was another nice night out, just chilly enough you could wear one of your favorite sweaters. It was quiet outside, except for a few planes passing overhead. One of the perks of living all the way in the back corner you supposed. The trees rustled from the wind and even though you couldn’t be more in civilization- you felt far from it.

A few moments passed until you heard movement over by Simon’s shed. Your hairs quickly stood up as the familiar feeling a fight or flight kicked in. Luckily that was short lived as the door opened to reveal Simon. You took a deep breath, adjusting your gaze to look back at the sky.

“Heard Johnny took you out.” He grunted.

“Yeah, he did.” You confirmed, not even registering the sweet smile that graced your face. He sighed causing your smile to fall.

“Don’t get use to it. I bet he told you all about his home and how he’s going to take you there one day. We’ve got enough on our plate without you crushing him.”

All the safety that had begun to settle in your bones quickly disappeared. You stiffened in your seat suddenly feeling all too imposing.

“I don’t think that.” You sputtered. It was a rare occurrence that someone would be so blunt with you. “I didn’t mean to overstep.” You continued, your throat tight and a small shake beginning in your body. Simon refused to meet your eyes, his trained on the house. With another sigh he made his way back inside leaving you in the suddenly all too dark and cold backyard. You made quick work of heading back inside and up to your room.

You heard a car pull into the driveway and a small commotion downstairs. With an embarrassing whimper you rolled over pulling the covers far above your head.

Hi friends! I hope you liked this next chapter. Sorry I made Simon a bit of a meany- he’s just protective of his boys and doesn’t want to see them get hurt! You understand right? As always likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. See you next time! 🤎

[shadowtriovibes]

Hi, could I request a oneshot of female!MC in a toxic relationship and Sebastian angry/in protect mode after seeing a bruise on her, and going after her bf? As he confronts him he reveals his love for her in his heightened emotions. MC catches up in time to overhear everything and to stop Sebastian from killing him. Ending with fluff and MC ditching him for Bash?

Thank you, I love your blog!! 💖

hello anon! thanks for the request — obviously the topic is a little sensitive so please mind the tags before reading! 🤍

a guy like you should wear a warning

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, magical fights and physical fights, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.” A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin. “So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.” “You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sides to me.”

It’s bad enough that Sebastian has gotten used to seeing you confidently wear the collection of scars you’ve accumulated during your time at Hogwarts.

In fact, the very first time he’d met you, he’d noticed the thin scar that runs from your eyebrow down to the middle of your cheek. It’s the first thing that most people notice about you when they first meet you, he assumes, which is frankly an insult to your eyes.

Eventually you told him that your scar had come from an attack you’d withstood back in London – the very attack that brought Professor Fig to you in the first place, and that had resulted in you learning about at Hogwarts. Some of Rockwood’s men had tried to corner you just off Diagon Alley when it had occurred, and while Wiggenweld had been helpful in making sure you didn’t lose your sight in that eye, the swift Diffindo you’d taken to the face would always leave a mark.

You’ve also got a burn on your forearm from a particularly rough round of Cross Wands. Sebastian loathes that he’s responsible for it, even though you insist that you’ve grown to rather like it.

“It’s a badge of honor,” you joke, delighted by his residual guilt. “I’ll always remember that I ended up winning that round, won’t I?”

There are countless others, too: a thin scar by your lip where a particularly aggressive poacher had decked you while wearing an ostentatious ring, a fading mark on your ankle from angry Mongrel’s bite, and a small round burn from the tip of an Ashwinder wand right above your left hip that he’d only once caught a glimpse of.

By now Sebastian has seen just about every mark on you. (Hell, he was there when you got half of them.)

However, that familiarity means he’s quickly able to spot when there’s a new mark on you — especially where one shouldn’t be.

That morning at breakfast, he’s too preoccupied by the lush pile of cinnamon scones in front of him to get a good look at you when he first arrives. Given that he’s simply rubbish at Astrology, he’d been up late charting the stars to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s and had only just arrived near the tail end of the meal.

He’s already shoved half a scone in his mouth before he realizes Ominis is sitting beside you looking grim, one hand gently resting on your shoulder. On your other side, Anne is murmuring quiet reassurances to you while you press a cold compress to the right side of your face.

“It’s not that bad,” Anne says softly. “Just dab some Wiggenweld on it and it won’t even leave a scar.”

“Merlin, what happened to you this time?” Sebastian asks.

Anne shoots him a warning look as you sheepishly lift your head, gently removing the compress to show off an angry red laceration on your cheek. He hisses sharply – that looks like it hurts.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble.

“I’ve got time,” Sebastian says easily.

He hopes he’ll hear another story about how you’d been unable to sleep so you slipped out in the middle of the night to take on a lingering poacher camp, or maybe you’d attempted to sneak one of your baby Graphorns into one of the last remaining dens along the Clagmar Coast and failed to avoid detection.

Instead, you just avert your eyes.

“W-well, I guess it’s not really a story,” you murmur. “I was just running late to breakfast this morning and I, um… tripped, and those stairs are harder than they look.”

Sebastian frowns. You don’t keep many secrets from each other these days, but he can still recognize when you’re not telling the truth. Besides, that rapidly-bruising cut is clearly from a smack to the face, not a tumble down the stairs.

Anne pointedly clears her throat and takes the compress from your hand, tenderly pressing it to your cheek without another word.

When Sebastian looks across to Ominis, he’s surprised to see his friend’s sightless eyes peering back at him purposefully before he subtly shakes his head.

Not many people know that Ominis has quietly been studying Legilimency for several years. It was actually Professor Hecat who had suggested it in the first place, noting that his inability to interpret body language made dueling significantly more dangerous for him. Obviously saw Legilimency as a tactical advantage, but for Ominis, it was something infinitely more nuanced – a form of magic that his family hadn’t tainted, to start.

Indeed, Sebastian is surprised that his closest friend would have invaded your mind without your explicit consent, but he would be the first to admit that if he had such a skill, he would have done the same thing.

A beat later, Sebastian hears his best friend’s voice echo inside his head as he says, She didn’t fall. It was him.

His vision goes red, and his hand is on his wand before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“Bash,” Anne warns as he stands up from the table. “Don’t.”

“W-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, and as you peer up at him, the compress slips down your face.

As soon as he sees your wound again, there’s nothing anyone at that table could possibly say that would stop him from tracking down that sanctimonious Gryffindor prick you’ve been dating for the past few months.

Sebastian had been quite shocked indeed when you’d announced that you had started dating a boy you’d met in Hogsmeade near the start of term. Of course, the shock stemmed from the fact that you were apparently the last of your little quartet to learn that Sebastian was hopelessly in love with you.

You remained ignorant and had let that smooth-talking, arrogant twat into your circle without so much as a second thought, Sebastian had thought bitterly. He’d had to watch miserably as you spent less and less time with your fellow Slytherins in favor of being plied with attention from him and his cacophonous troupe of utter wankers.

Of course, Sebastian knew he was only dating you because you were the “hero of Hogwarts” and not because he actually liked you. He’d tried to tell you that once, and predictably it had gone rather horribly.

(Specifically, you’d hexed him so hard that he’d had to spend the night in the hospital wing because he couldn’t stop belching up flames).

But now it seems like his motives have shifted. He didn’t just want to date you – he wanted to control you.

Maybe you had indeed snuck out the night before, hoping to simply have some time alone with your thoughts while you patrolled for stray camps on your broom. And perhaps when you overslept and arrived late to breakfast, he pulled you aside and said that he was sick of waiting up for you, that it makes him look bad in front of his friends, like you don’t respect him. And maybe for good measure, he’d told you that you may have more powerful magic than him, but he certainly doesn’t need a wand to remind you of your place.

A quick glance at the long Gryffindor table across the room informs Sebastian that your boyfriend is long gone, perhaps anticipating that bruising you like that will come with swift consequences. Ignoring Anne’s protests and Ominis’ gentle warning to stick to legal spells, please, he stomps off toward the Grand Staircase.

Ultimately he tracks down the rotten sod in the Transfiguration courtyard, pompously leaning on the fountain like he doesn’t have a very precise bounty on his head.

“Get up, you feckless git,” Sebastian growls.

He’s already drawn his wand, and the rest of your gutless Gryffindor’s posse quickly scatters several meters away.

“Sallow,” he drawls. “What’s the problem today?”

It’s no secret that Sebastian is not a fan of the boy, though Ominis frequently bends over backward trying to encourage him to be polite for your sake.

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.”

A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin.

“So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.”

“You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sided to me.”

“You and I both know that if she’s wanted to, she could have tossed me into the air and slammed me right into the ground without lifting her wand,” the boy reminds him, standing up from the fountain and slowly reaching for his own wand. “But she knows better.”

Oh, Sebastian is sincerely going to enjoy this, he thinks.

Before the other boy can properly aim at Sebastian, he quickly casts a merciless Depulso at him and sends him skidding into the fountain – but not before crashing into the tranquil Wyvern statue that sits in the middle.

When he emerges, waterlogged and swearing up a storm, he sends a vicious Descendo across the courtyard to Sebastian.

Of course, Sebastian Sallow didn’t earn his title of reigning champion of Cross Wands by being unable to dodge such a simple spell.

The next curse he casts burns hot when it’s expelled from his wand.

“Confringo!” he shouts.

Flames flicker at the edges of your boyfriend’s robes and he yelps, panicked, before clumsily stamping out the fire with his soaked cloak.

Sebastian gives him no time to recover. “Flipendo!”

He goes sailing through the air and lands in the grass at the base of a gnarled tree, his wand abandoned by the fountain.

“You’re pathetic, Sallow,” he taunts. “All this for some whiny little slag?”

All of a sudden there’s a taste in Sebastian’s mouth that sends him reeling. It’s metallic, like blood, and stings a bit like an electric current. He remembers that taste – it precedes an urge he hasn’t felt in years, a spell he swore he’d never let cross his lips ever again. But it’s there, begging to be cast, practically daring him to silence your tormenter permanently.

He stomps over to the spineless, hunched-over prick with his wand drawn, pointed squarely at the boy’s chest.

But then he hears your voice call out, “Bash, stop!”

Both boys turn just in time to see you dash down the stairs into the courtyard, Anne and Ominis on your heels.

“Stop,” you repeat, and Sebastian can see that you’re trembling. “He’s not worth it.”

He murmurs your name, distracted just enough to lower his wand almost imperceptibly. Unfortunately, it’s enough for the boy beneath him to roll out of his aim and pull himself to his feet. Then he swings at Sebastian, disarmed and desperate.

Sebastian tastes very real blood in his mouth this time — his lip has split, he realizes.

Then he laughs, which unsettles just about every onlooker in the courtyard.

“Mate, you can hit me all you’d like,” Sebastian says dryly. “But I haven’t got any compunction about hitting you back.”

For someone who generally agrees with Ominis that wandless violence is uncouth and uninspired, Sebastian packs a mean punch. He hears the twat’s nose break as he collapses to the ground in a heap, evidently knocked out cold.

Anne gasps. Ominis sighs, dissatisfied.

You, however, are completely silent.

“He deserved it,” are the first words out of Sebastian’s mouth.

As he carefully flexes the fingers of his bloodied hand, he adds, “He deserved much worse, actually.

“Sebastian, that’s enough,” Anne hisses. “You won, let’s just drop it.”

He desperately rakes his hand through his messy curls. Once he catches his breath, he carefully approaches you.

You look frozen in place — in fact, you’ve hardly moved a muscle since Sebastian had called out to you.

“I didn’t want you to see that,” he says quietly. “But I meant it. He dared to lay a finger on you, he had to answer for it.”

You nod carefully and barely flinch when Sebastian lifts a finger to trace along your bruised cheek.

“Bash,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says quickly, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I’m sorry you had to handle him,” you say softly. “I wanted to, I would have, I just... At first I wasn’t even sure if it was real. I couldn’t believe that someone who loved me would say things like that to me, or hit me like that.”

Without thinking, Sebastian scoffs and says, “He doesn’t love you, I love you.”

Sebastian didn’t think those bewitching eyes of yours could go any wider, but once again he’s wrong.

“W-what?” you stutter.

“I — I just meant, someone who loves you wouldn’t put their hands on you,” he insists, mentally cursing his own existence. “A-and I’d never hurt you, obviously, so–”

“You love me?” you whisper. “Truly, Bash?”

He’d imagined finally telling you the truth so many times, but none of those scenarios involved Ominis, his twin sister and about forty other students watching with bated breath.

“I mean… yeah,” he laughs softly, deciding to reach for an aloofness that might allow him to maintain a shred of dignity. “Thought it was pretty obvious that I’ve been mad about you for ages.”

But before you can respond, you hear Professor Weasley emerge from her classroom and exclaim, “What in Merlin’s name is all this commotion?!”

You take Sebastian’s hand and start to tug him toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower in hopes of sparing him what would surely be several weeks of detention. The rest of the crowd quickly disperses and offers you much-needed cover; fortunately you’re able to spirit Sebastian away up to the Room of Requirement without being stopped.

“Sit,” you instruct him once inside, gesturing to a small round table with mismatched chairs. “You’re still bleeding.”

Sebastian touches his lip as he takes a seat and discovers that it indeed stings. You return with a rag and a bottle of Wiggenweld, dabbing some onto the cloth and gingerly pressing it to his lip.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Sebastian,” you say carefully. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, go on,” he agrees.

You stubbornly wait until he meets your gaze before you ask him, “Did it ever occur to you that there might be a simpler way to tell me that you love me than nearly killing my boyfriend in front of half the school?”

He waits a beat before admitting, “Honestly? Not really.”

You smile ruefully and use the rag to wipe away the rest of the blood around Sebastian’s mouth. Once you inspect his wound and confirm that the potion has firmly sealed up where it had split, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Before you can pull away, he murmurs against your lips, “But he’s not your boyfriend anymore though, right?”

You simply roll your eyes at him and toss the rag against his chest so he can return the favor.

[yaeklore]

"Hm? Oh! It's recording, okay– *Ahem ahem* Pleasure to talk to you all, gothamites! I am Nevowl, the new vigilante around Gotham! If you ever see something flying right past you it may probably be me, if not well then it's probably The Blue Boy Scout! Enough rolling around and 'blah's-blah's'.. My pronouns are well, any really, even neopronouns are accepted! I am.. actually i won't reveal my age but i am pretty young! Not near older than 18 but not younger than 15! I am bored most of the time so feel free to talk to me all you want!"

!¡OOC!¡

Hello-Hello there! This is a DC OC RP account, i am down for roleplaying anything, expect certain themes, it's not that i have triggers is just the preference of not roleplaying certain kinds of RP(rp's with explicit 🍇/SA scenes for example).

If you want to RP with me, you can directly tag me in the post, DM me or send a ask! Although the DM one you can just do it in the cases of very very very specific plot or arc. Of course there's no problem with you messaging me on private if you want to establish or specificy something for the RP, or if you want to set your boundaries on what you wish to avoid or to have in the RP.

!¡My rules for this blog!¡

Please do not, and i mean it, do not ship my OC with anyone that is way over the age of 15 or under the age of 15, the max i can accept is 16 and that's it. I don't really like stories with 15x17, so i prefer 15x15 or 15x16.

Post are going to sometimes be PG-13 so if you are under 13 do not interact with such posts, if you interact with posts that are not set for you age i will give you a warning, if it continues then i'm sorry but you are getting blocked :(

OC's interactions for my OC is completely fine! In fact i would enjoy some interactions, the same goes for DC characters, feel free to interact :)

+18 interactions or things like that for this character, are not going to be accepted by me for the very reason that my OC is a minor and i do not want those interactions with my character. PG-13 interactions are fine, just don't go too overboard with it.

!¡General info and appearance!¡

Name: Yaeklore Sofia Lima

Vigilante name: Nevowl

Birthday: 13/02

Age: 15 years old

Height: 5'0'' (short aah)

Gender: Female

Xenogender: Nocstuffic, Jelliestarlic and Nuclearacidic.

Pronouns: She/Her

Neopronouns: Nocstuffic; Noct/Nocturnal/Nocs - Stuffie/Stuf/Stufself

Jelliestarlic; Star/Stars/Starself - Jellie/Jelly/Jellyfish/Jelself

Nuclearacidic; Acid/Acidic - Nuke/Nuclear - Toxic/Toxin/Toxicself

Sexuality: Bi Aroace

More info;

Metahuman: Snow Owl. She has the same abilities and instincts that a snow owl would have, she will get sleepy during the day sometimes and way too active during the night, she also has night vision and acute hearing.. so sneaking up on her on dar clothes won't work since she will still be able to see you and if you make one little sound.. she will hear you. She is also able to shift between forms, one where she has only her wings and talons showing, another where she looks more animalistic and feral, and the last being of a young owl.

Parents: Unknown. She hasn't heard about them in awhile now.

Any disability?: During the day, while she can see normally, sometimes things will get messy so she uses glasses with a sunscreen protection on them.

She has ADHD and Autism! :)

Since the picrew didn't help on her appearance this is how she looks like in her other form;

(ART IS NOT MINE!!)

In her second form she will look exactly like that, but with Snow Owl characteristics

(snow owls look like this)

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (2/2)

C/w: Unhealthy relationship dynamic | Unhealthy behavior | Dubcon / Noncon (All PG, don't worry… well it’s Yandere PG) | Yandere | Yandere Female and Male OCs | Gender Neutral Reader | Harem x Reader | ANGST | Swearing | Includes a pic of a pair of golden rings for reference (you’ll see why~)

A/n: So this is the second half! This half isn’t as happy as the first one. Tryna make people feel the angst, you feel me? Haha, just kidding. This half is more sad though, and it kind of does have a long conversation scene near the end. Characters go a little crazy... Uh, what else? Oh, I highly recommend you read the first half of Part 3 before this half so that it makes sense. Also if this is the first time you’ve come across this series, I highly recommend you should start from Part 1 or Part 0. Enjoy~

TL;DR? Basically sad half of Part 3. Read Part 3 (1/2) first to make sense. If first time here, read Part 0 or Part 1. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 0, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (1/2), Part 3 (2/2) (you’re here!), Part 4

It has been five months since you and Lyn started dating. She had told you to be prepared, but you would have never dreamed of being prepared for this.

“I love you I love you I love you…”

She repeats those three words as she nuzzles your neck and hugs you from behind, sitting on the couch. You tremble on her lap.

Your phone dings on the table, and your heart skips a beat when she suddenly becomes quiet. She lifts her head from your neck. Before you can grab your phone, she snatches it quickly and unlocks your phone. It's a text message from one of your ex-coworkers who is getting worried you aren't replying lately.

“Lyn… Honey, I need to answer that.”

You reach for your phone, only for Lyn to push you out of her lap and stand up, holding the phone out of range. Her face is stone cold, her eyes narrow and sharp.

“... You know what? … This thing is starting to annoy me. I think… I think I know what I should do, ” Lyn says, with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. “For the both of us.”

She then walks over to the balcony. The hairs stand up on your skin as you realize what she's about to do. You quickly get off the couch and rush to her, hands out. “No no no no no-”

Lyn chucks the phone over the rail, letting it fall 16 floors down.

You scream at her, “Why?”

She looks at you, unaffected. “(Y/n), I love you… so much.”

You freeze, as the whole situation dawns on you.

She spoiled you with presents, took you out on all kinds of dates, made you feel comfortable with her, made you think it was okay to live with her since you were spending time at her house more than yours, let her dress you however she wanted to, let her have her way with you whenever she wanted, locked you inside her house 24/7 with surveillance all over the place and even the bathroom, and now this?

“You don't love me…” you whisper.

Shock fills Lyn's face upon hearing your words, mouth agape. She looks away, as if there must be a camera somewhere, and then looks back at you. “What did you say?”

The more it dawns on you, the more you start repeating over and over like a broken record.  “You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You–”

“(Y/n), what are you saying? Do you hear yourself?”

“I said, You. Don't. Love. Me!” you scream. “This isn't love! Maybe it was at first, but not… this! This is… This is obsession!”

Lyn flinches and stares at you in disbelief, mouth agape. Lyn places her hands on her hips and looks up at the sky, unable to understand why you're being like this.

…..

After a few long moments, she then closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and looks at you with her usual soft eyes. The ones that made you think everything will be alright if you stay by her side. Those lovesick puppy eyes. It makes you want to forgive her, even though you know you can't.

“I know… that you don’t love me,” she starts off, voice uneven as tears start to form in her eyes. “And I know…  that you will...” She closes her eyes and pauses for a moment to collect herself, “never… never tell me that you love me. I… haha… I probably messed up, right? Ah… But you know what?” She opens her eyes again. “I think… I think I can live with that. As long as you're mine, I can live with that.”

You watch her reach into her pants pocket and bring out a velvet box. You think it’s another present, another bribe, but instead when she opens it, there are two golden rings nestled together. She takes them, throws the box without a care, places one ring on her left ring finger, and then closes the distance between you two to grab your left hand.

“W-what are you doing?” you screech, clawing at her hand.

“Hold still. This is for the both of us.”

Struggle all you want, she successfully places the ring on your ring finger. She then grabs your other wrist and takes a knee, just like when she first asked you out. She gazes lovingly into your terrified eyes, with all her twisted obsession, and begs,

“Marry me. Please.”

-----🔔-----

[Present day…]

Lyn walks down the street, playing with the golden band on her left ring finger. She smiles gently yet sorrowfully. The moment she walks up the bar, she puts on her serious mask at the sight of someone standing beside her boss’s father.

Ollie’s father, a man of a few words, nods towards Lyn as a greeting. Lyn nods back. “... Mr. Panthera, good evening. Is this–”

“Eris,” Eris responds, holding out his hand. “I’ll be taking over Mr. Panthera once I’ve been training for a week. Nice to finally meet you… Lyn. Heard a lot of great things about you.”

Lyn shakes his hand, somehow feeling something’s off. “... Likewise. You’re Ollie’s friend, correct?”

Eris lets go of Lyn’s hand, a little forcefully. “His best friend, yeah~”

“... Ah.”

Ollie’s father nods with satisfaction. Eris salutes the old man with a smile, and Lyn nods again, before the old man enters the bar to join his son. Lyn takes her position at the door. Eris stands beside her, with his hands behind his back.

Lyn raises an eyebrow. “... You can go home now.”

“Mm… “ Eris sucks in air through his teeth. “Yeah, I know… but I think I’ll stay just a little longer. To observe how you do things. That okay?”

Lyn shrugs. “... Suit yourself.”

Being the bouncer for the current shift, greets the guests as Eris observes. Ollie’s bar, The Cat’s Meow, is quite exclusive to a select few VIPs in the country, thus there is never a lot of activity, but there is always a lot of dough coming in.

An hour into Lyn's shift, when there’s no one around except for the sound of crickets, Eris finally breaks the silence.

“I see you have a ring on your left ring finger. You married?” he asks, stretching his arms above his head.

Lyn takes a deep breath.“... Yes.”

“Ohhh~ How lucky. How long have you been married?”

“... Six years now.”

Eris whistles in amazement. “That's pretty long. Congratulations.”

“... Thank you.”

“You must love your spouse a lot to last six years in marriage, huh?”

“... I do.”

…..

The corner of Eris's mouth twitches. “... You know… You're a pretty dry conversationalist, huh?” Eris comments.

“... So I've heard.”

Eris nods understandably. “Okay… Well! I, too, have a lover waiting for me at home. I took this job so that I can show off my manly side, ya know? Show that I can provide, be a member of society, and not just use up all my inheritance.”

“... Good for you.”

“Mm hm! Mm hm! Hey, since you've been married for so long, could you give me some advice? Like how did you get your lover to marry you? Mine's not so keen on getting married, ya know? They’re kind of a hard nut to crack.”

Lyn pads her ring with her thumb. “... You shouldn't force your lover to marry you… especially if they don't want to.”

“I know right~? So I told my lover that we could elope instead. They aren't really big on labels, ya know? Honestly, I’m pretty okay with anything, really, as long as we're together.”

Lyn remembers you and asks, “... Won't you… start to resent them for… not loving you back the way you want them to… after a while? Won't you go insane thinking they might leave you for someone else?”

“Mmm… Nah. I’m pretty confident in my ability to love them for as long as it takes. I’ve dealt with a lot of bullshit since I was a kid, ya know? My lover… I can wait forever if that’s what they need.”

Lyn lets out a heavy sigh. “... Be careful then. Leave them before you start to hurt them.”

Eris scoffs. “Speaking from experience?”

Lyn flinches. “... No.”

Eris checks her reaction, raising an eyebrow “Huh, that's interesting. Didn't know Ollie hired a psycho for a bouncer.”

Lyn grits her teeth at Eris's audacity. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

…..

“... You got a bone to pick or something?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

Lyn blinks multiple times in disbelief. “What do you want?”

Eris sucks in through his teeth, tilting his weight between the balls and heels of his feet. “You own the buildings around the intersection between 7th and 8th, right?”

Lyn doesn't want to question how he knew. “... What's it to you? Are you looking to buy?”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“Sorry, not for sale.”

“Ehhhh? Why not? Look, I have the money. I can even wire it to you today.”

“No.”

“Was it my comments?  Sorry, was just sizing you up is all.”

“Still no.”

“Oh, c'monnn.”

“No.”

“Tch. You remind me of my lover.”

“... ?”

“Obviously, you could never compare to them. It’s just that I offer money and gifts and they're always like ‘No’.”

“... Good. They know what they want. Stop annoying them,” Lyn advises, exasperated from this conversation.

“Mm, nah. I wouldn't say I annoy them,” Eris says, thoughtfully. “My lover's kind of a tsundere, if I think about it. I give them a hug, they tell me to stop hugging them, I continue to hug them, and then they just give up and let me. I'm pretty sure they enjoy my perseverance.”

Lyn pities whoever has the misfortune of being this guy's lover. “... Wow, good for you.”

“Yeah… so I'm looking to buy from you just one of the apartments on 7th and 8th. My lover lives there and honestly the landlord there is doing such a shit job making sure they're safe. D’ya know how many criminals I've had to take care of every time I visit my lover? My god, where’s all of the trash coming from…?”

Lyn thinks about the crime reports she received about the area around that building lately. It couldn’t possibly be this guy's doing, could it? One small guy… Impossible. Curious, she asks, “...Which one?”

“The red building.”

….

There's no way, right? Lyn thinks.

“... What a coincidence. My… spouse… happens to live in that building too.”

“Really? Wow… small world.”

…..

“So, can I buy it from you?”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine!” Eris sighs. “You know what I think?”

“.....” Lyn looks up at the night sky, hoping he'll go away...

“Hey.”

“.....”

“Lyn?”

“.....”

“LYN!”

“... What?”

Eris smirks. “I think you should give up the ‘married’ shtick. It's kind of lame.”

Lyn’s head whips towards Eris. “... Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” Eris replies with a shrug. “We both know you're not married. You've got the…” Eris gestures to all her with a circular motion with a hand. “The sad puppy who got kicked to the curb look. And I did some research on you before I came here, so I know well for a damn fact you’re not married.”

Lyn shakes her head in disbelief. “... Ah, so that’s how you knew. And you called me a psychopath earlier.”

Eris shrugs. “I like to call it for what it is.”

“... Ah... I guess it's true when they say that it takes one to know one then.”

“Haha," his voice sounds hollow. "Yeah… Anyway, listen, I don't really want anything to do with you, but you're standing in my way.”

Lyn raises an eyebrow. Did she ever give him the impression that she wanted anything to do with him? "... What do you mean?”

Before Eris can answer, Ollie walks up to the bar’s entrance, giggling with the most maniacal grin on his face, like the cat that got the cream. Upon seeing the two, he stops and waves.

“Boss,” Lyn greets with a nod. “Good evening.”

“Ollie!” Eris greets happily before asking, “Why are you outside?”

Ollie can't contain his giddiness as he waves them off. “Ah, don’t mind me. Hehehe. Goodnight, you two. Stay safe when you go home tonight.”

After Ollie's goes inside, Eris prompts Lyn with, “Hey, why do you wear a ring if you're not married?”

Lyn looks at her ring, gleaming from the light of the streetlamp, and takes a deep breath. “... What does it matter to you?”

“Can you just answer the question, lady?”

Lyn sighs and rolls her eyes. If it'll get him to stop with this stupid conversation, she might as well comply.

“Fine. If you really must know, it's because it's a reminder. A reminder of how much I loved them. Loved them so much I wanted to be with them forever and always. Loved them too much until it hurt them. Loved them too much to let them go completely from my heart–”

“Sheesh, I was asking for a simple answer. Not a whole poem,” Eris cuts in. “Don’t you know how to talk to people?”

Lyn has half a mind to throw this man against the wall. “You asked for an answer, and you got one.”

“Sure, but you’re not together anymore, right?”

There is a sharp pang in Lyn's heart. “... Yeah. We aren't… together… anymore. This ring… is all I– huh?”

By the time Lyn had noticed, Eris had already left. Lyn lets out an exhausted sigh. What’s the problem with that guy? Rude.

-----🔔-----

It was a short walk from the bar to the city parking garage, and all the while Eris had his hands in his pants pocket. One of them fingers an item in his pocket, as he analyzes the whole conversation with Lyn.

Once he reaches his car in the city parking garage, he pulls out the item and looks at it, rolling it between his fingers.

A golden ring. Engraved in Latin with the words for “Love you forever and always�� on the inside. He looted from your house during one of many nights he stayed over, without your knowledge. It matches the one Lyn is wearing. One half of a couple’s rings.

Eris smiles bitterly. “Now why, oh, why would you keep something like this, huh (Y/n)? When you have me now?”

He looks towards the vast space of the parking garage. No one would be able to find it, or someone might just pick it up and sell it for some quick cash. He makes a fist with the ring in his hand and reels it back.

…..

Only to cancel the moment, from bowing over from a crazy laughter that suddenly erupts from his body. If there were any poor souls nearby, they would have believed something demonic was in the place, or there was an escapee from the nearest insane asylum.

“AUGH! I can't do it. WHY??” Eris shouts, gripping strands of his hair with his empty hand. “You're making me go crazy, (Y/n)! Is this stupid ring… so important to you that you’d keep it after all of these years? You’re not even together anymore, right? THEN WHY? This is… this is such bullshit! WHY CAN’T I JUST THROW IT AWAY!? WHY WHY WHY WHY!?”

With his heart pounding out of control, he takes several deep breaths. He releases his hair and starts rubbing away the heavy tears rolling down his face with his arm.“ Ah… Ahahaha… hic! … I can't… hic! … I can’t help but think… hic! ... that you might still… love… hic! … her… Do I… hic! … even have a chance, (Y/n)?”

….. 

After he takes some to calm down, he sniffs, straightens back up, and looks at the ring again.

“She... said it herself. You're not together anymore, right? And it’s not like you wear this either, so that means you don’t love her all that much anymore, right?” Eris asks the ring as if it is you.

“You’re probably just… holding onto the memories. Yeah… No wonder you're so closed off from me!” Eris begins to smile. “That’s fine. That just means I just need to do more to carve a space in your heart for myself, right? I’m not like her. I would never dream of hurting you. I just need to replace her little by little, right? It's okay, (Y/n). I can wait… Forever and always, ya?”

With that conviction, he pockets the ring, and gets into the car when his phone suddenly starts to vibrate.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Huh. That's weird, he thinks. The only people who have his phone number are Ollie, his family, and well, you. Of course, it probably isn't you since you'd never– HOLY SHIT!

He has never picked up a phone call faster in his life. Excitement flows through his veins like liquid nitrogen. “(Y/n)-”

“You asshole!”

Well… small steps are better than nothing… Eris's smile grows really wide.

YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! For once, you've called him first! And you felt comfortable calling him on his personal cell after all of this time. HECK YEAH! hat's progress! Ah, it’s so good to hear your phone voice again~ He bets Lyn hasn’t heard your voice in forever. HAH! Fuck you, Lyn! He's (Y/n)’s man now, not her. So much for a fucking ring. HAH!

“Hey! Are you listening to me?” you ask, annoyed.

Eris pouts. “Sorry, was just lost in my thoughts. Love, did you only call me to call me an ‘asshole’? Not that I mind, since I love your voice and all, but that’s really mean, ya know?”

He hears you groan on the other side of the line. “What’s with your voi– No, You wanna know what's mean? Stealing my family portrait. Give it back!”

… Huh? He feels flattered that you thought of him, but your family portrait? The one on your table? Sure, he took your ring… and he does fill your fridge with his home cooking, but typically he leaves everything where it is because it’s your apartment.

“I… Love, I would never touch your family portrait.”

“Well, your friend did! I don’t know who planned it, but tell him to return it immediately! Or I will… I will… Well, just bring it back. Please.”

You hang up.

…..

To Eris, you sounded like you were crying. He calls you.

Briing! Briing! Tch.

“What?” you croak.

Eris can't help but giggle. You picked up his phone call on the first ring~

“I'm going to hang up.”

“W-wait!” Eris clears his throat. “(Y/n), I would never ask anyone to take your family portrait. Could you describe to me what my supposed friend looks like? What happened? Did you call the police?”

“Is…that so… No, I didn’t call the police because he said he was your friend and I thought you were playing a cruel joke on me. He said your name, Eris, so he does know you for sure. He had black hair, with white roots I think? Kind of like a tuxedo cat. Um… green cat-like eyes. Um, doesn't really talk much and stares a lot. But he has the audacity to eat someone's else food and then throw the bowl on the floor without so much of a ‘thank you’! Can you believe it?”

“Ah…” Eris flattens his mouth from spouting his inner thoughts.

GOD. You're so adorable when you ramble. You're really attached to your food, huh? You must really like eating some of his home cooking, since he knows you have nothing else in there. And the way you're describing the perpetrator sounds like you're describing a cat–

There's only one person who that reminds Eris of.

"Do you... need anymore details?"

“I think I know who you’re talking about.” His tone is unnervingly even.

“R-really? Oh, thank goodness. Thank yo– I mean, Good. Please return my family portrait quickly. ASAP. Bye.”

You hang up before he can bid you goodbye. He calls you. You pick up on the first ring again.

“What?”

Hehehe. “Go to sleep soon, okay? I’ll take care of it. Love you~”

"... Okay."

You hang up again. Eris pockets his phone, before resting his head against the steering wheel. His smile turns into a frown as he absorbs and analyzes all of the information he's just received.

After a moment or two, Eris lets out a guttural sigh as gets out of the car. He slams the door shut, locks his car, and starts hurrying back to the bar, grumbling to himself, “One fucking obstacle after another…”

[fantasyqueen502]

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. A rough couple nights of the Millers handling a screaming Sarah.

Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader

Rating: PG New parent struggles Word Count: 728

"Y/N," Joel grumbles with exhaustion, rocking a screaming Sarah in his arms. The snoring woman doesn't move. "Y/N." He says a little louder, adjusting the screaming child, who begins to squirm in his hold. Y/N stirs rolling onto her back. Leaning over her "Y/N!"

She jolts up, headbutting his face. They both groan, Joel holding his forehead and Y/N holding her nose. "What is wrong with you?" He groans.

"You just headbutted me!" she spat.

"Why are you yelling?"

"I am now deaf in one ear, and you brought in a screaming baby, you dunce!" She holds her nose while checking her hand. "Am I bleeding?" throwing off the blanket making her way to their bathroom. Wincing at the bright light and wiping the few drops of red from her lip. "What's wrong with Sarah?" she asks.

"She's hungry." He informs.

"There's milk in---"

"--the fridge, the second shelf to the right, yes, there wasn't any."

"I just pumped. There's like twenty bottles." She pushes past him. Downstairs, swinging open the fridge door. Groaning at the sight of an entire shelf of bottles. "You didn't even look," she said, taking Sarah into her arms.

"You said the second shelf."

"Yes."

"That's the third shelf."

"It's the second shelf. Why does it matter?" She shushes bouncing Sarah, who continues to scream in her ear.

"One...two...three…" he counts."

"You don't count the first shelf."

"What?"

"You now know where the bottles are now, get one!" She snaps. "It's okay, baby. Shhh!" a mantra, repeating them over and over. Watching Joel walk past the sink.

"What are you doing?" She grabs his arm.

"Warming the bottle."

"Not with the microwave. You'll scold her. Run it under warm water." She gestures to the sink.

Running the bottle under warm water for a few moments "Think it's warm enough." Shaking a few drops on his wrist.

POP!!!

The top rolls about the tile with milk splashing everywhere. All over his arm onto the floor, soaking their socks.

~•~

Y/N awakes to the room basked in gold. Lifting her head from her pillow. Sitting up to Joel nudging the door open with his foot.

"Morning," she greets. Eyeing a tray in his hands.

"Good morning, Mama." He smiles. Placing the tray on her lap. French toast and eggs. She eyes the clock on her nightstand.

"It's two in the afternoon." She gasps.

"You deserved some extra shut-eye." Taking a seat beside her, rubbing her thigh.

"Nutmeg?" She smiles, pointing at the breakfast with her fork.

"And cinnamon." He adds. "Just how you like it." He smiles.

"Thank you " at a loss for words. Taking a few bites of egg. "Sorry for last night."

"We were both sleep-deprived and not thinking straight." He runs his thumb over a small bruise beginning on the bridge of her nose. Y/N scrunches her face at the tenderness, looking at the matching mark near his hairline. "Eat up before your food gets cold." He instructs. She cut herself a big piece of toast and egg, mopping up as much syrup as she could. Shoveling it into her mouth. She hums with delight. "Good?" He asks rhetorically. She nods, pursing her lips for a syrupy kiss which he gladly accepts.

~•~

"I’ve just been so tired." She yawns, taking the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash.

"You just had a baby; it's our badge of honor as parents." leaning in, noses brushing against each other, but Sarah's cries interrupt them. They're groaning, chuckling at their daughters' perfect timing.

"I got it." He volunteers, placing a quick peck on her lips.

"I've got the dishes." She adds sneaking a second peck to his surprise. "Thanks for breakfast." She coos.

~•~

"I was thinking—" Joel calls out, making his way down the stairs of the home now gifted with silence. "---about calling up Tommy to watch Sarah to give us some much-needed mommy-daddy time." He smiles. "How's that sound?" He asks, noticing the sink overflowing with water. "Y/N?" He calls as she doesn't respond and begins to sway suddenly collapsing onto the floor. "Y/N!" He shouts, rushing over to her. Cradling her face and patting her cheek. Heart racing when her eyes didn't open. "Y/N? Baby? Can you hear me?" He calls lifting her into his lap.

Series chapter order:

Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5

[stardusthuntress]

Ancient Remedies

Rex x female!reader (she/her pronouns only, I think) 

Word Count: ~3k, ~ 8 pgs

Inspired by the fanart below (I found it on Pinterest, but idk if that's where it originally came from) with Rex and Kix talking about how Rex’s arm is still numb -- after the Cut and Suu episode -- and Rex is tired of being in the med bay and tells Kix “It’s fine, I have another one”. Though, while writing this fic I pictured with a slightly different injury, since she keeps touching his chest, but you are welcome to imagine whatever version you like! 

TW: Rex is injured, but it is never described beyond basic symptoms of nausea and annoyance. I guess Rex being slightly more than just a little flirty once he realizes the woman he likes likes him back? Not much else to report here, this one is smut free! BUT still NO minors!!! 

dividers by: @/djarrex

Rex is protesting. He does not want to be bedridden any longer. Kix has recruited the help of the ARC troopers and a few of Rex’s longest friends (Jesse and Hardcase) to help persuade him that the 501st is in good hands, until Rex has healed. They are no more successful than Kix… 

She spots the chaos as she enters the officers’ med tent, her shift just starting. 

Kix gives her an exasperated, pleading look from across the tent. She laughs lightly to herself. 

“No. I’m fine, I need to—“ Rex starts. 

“No, Captain, you really need to rest. I will order you to bed if I have to, but I don’t think the men need to see their Captain falling that low, now do they?” Kix counters. 

“Captain,” Fives pipes up, Echo at his side, doing their best to support Kix, “We’ve finished setting up defense stations around the perimeter of the camp!” 

“And you’ll be happy to know they all meet every regulation requirement for camp perimeter safety and scouting party preparedness!” Echo adds, always happy to announce regulation compliance amongst his teams. “So if we need to we ca—“ 

Rex cuts him off, “Great! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish my reports for the war council. Their decision could affect the next—“ but he never gets a chance to finish. 

As the woman enters the officers' med tent, she begins to sing softly. Her melodic voice is just loud enough to be heard faintly over the din of their chaos, but just soft enough to silence them as they redirect their attention to listen intently. 

She approaches the group huddled around the Captain - he’s the only patient in this tent, thankfully - and the men automatically step aside as she nears, still singing. 

In his protest, Rex had managed to plant his feet firmly on the ground, and was starting to try to stand, though his shakey stature and sweaty skin told a different story. 

She reached out and placed a hand on his bare chest, gently urging him back to a seat on his cot. 

Barely a moment ago, Rex’s senses had been filled with the all too familiar chaos of his troops. Now they were filled with only her. His brothers were merely a periphery artifact he barely remembered was there. She stood so close to him, the pressure of her palm on his chest so soft, her voice so melodic. Rex was shocked into silence. He never knew she could sing like this! She’d sung a few old traditional songs from her people around a campfire for him and his men before, but nothing like this. Her voice was beautiful in a raw, natural sort of way! 

She smiled, voice ringing like a bell, as the Captain finally let himself relax onto the edge of the cot. 

Behind her, Fives smirked, and elbowed Echo. Their faint noises reminded the Captain they were there. He gave them an annoyed look over her shoulder.

Echo elbowed Fives back to shut him up. 

Kix sighed, “Good. Here,” he thrust the bottles of the meds he’d been trying to get Rex to take into her hands, “You try.” 

She laughed, and Rex noticed the melodic tune in her laugh. He was once again entranced, barely aware of his men. 

“Hmmmm,” she hummed, looking at the bottles Kix had given her one by one. Then she shook her head and set them aside on the nightstand. 

Kix opened his mouth to protest, but stopped when he noticed she was singing softly again. She had a way of silencing the men with just a few notes, if she wanted to, he noticed. 

A gentle finger found Rex’s chin and tipped it up, turning his face left and right as she examined him with the expression of a lover who knew their partner would inevitably get into trouble and get hurt, but would be okay in the end. Then she rummaged through her pockets and extracted two gauze pouches. One parcel she untied and picked up a piece of what looked like a sugar-encrusted root. 

She tapped the side of Rex’s chin so gently he barely even noticed it. 

“Open.” She commanded, but there was no commanding tone in her voice, only care. 

Rex didn’t know why he automatically complied, opening his mouth for her, all he knew was that he didn’t object to it. 

She placed a small piece of the sugary root on his tongue, and instructed him to chew. He complied. Unable to resist her instruction when the softness of her fingers brushed against his bottom lip as they left his mouth. 

“MMMMMmmm,” Rex chewed, but savored the flavor. It tasted much better than the disgusting, powder-textured meds and the food rations they were used to. 

“What exactly did you just feed the Captain?” Kix asked from beside them, one brow raised and arms crossed, tone somewhere between bemused and annoyed that he wasn’t consulted beforehand. 

“Old remedy from home that my mother used to use on me, and her mother used on her, and so on, for generations. It’s just crystallized ginger root.”

Rex finished chewing and swallowed. He seemed happier. “That was, really good,” he said shyly, still chasing the remnants of the flavor around his mouth. 

“Is that where all my gauze has gone?” Kix asks, gesturing at the two parcels in her hand. 

“Just one roll. We have plenty.” She points out. 

Kix gives her a look, and raises a brow like he’s still expecting more of an explanation for the ginger. 

“Ginger helps with stomach aches,” she tells them. Turning towards Rex she adds, “You looked a bit pale and clammy, which suggested a stomach ache. And one of those,” she gestured over her shoulder to the medicine bottles she’d discarded on the nightstand, “was supposed to help with that too. Thought something like ginger might, at the very least, cheer you up and put a better flavor in your mouth than those bland ration packs, even if it didn’t help with the stomach issues.” 

Kix and Echo exchanged a glance, picking up pieces of the sugared root and sniffing skeptically. 

“You can eat it, it’s also used to flavor food any old time, it just also helps with stomach aches if you have one.” She tells them. To prove it, she grabs a piece and puts it in her mouth. 

The men watch her for a moment before snapping back into gear. 

Kix pops one in his mouth. His eyebrows raised in awe. “MMMMMMMmmmm!” 

Echo looks at it suspiciously. 

“That does taste good,” Kix swallowed, eyeing the rest like he wants to try another one, just for good measure, “but does it really help with a stomach ache?” 

“I think so. Like I said, my family has been using it for generations. We have recipes to dry it and sugar coat it like this so it lasts and is easy to travel with. It’s also a good snack in the field.” 

“Sugar-coated! Can I try one?” Fives asks. 

“I don’t see why not,” she laughs. 

Fives opens his mouth. He wants her to put one on his tongue like she did with the Captain. 

She laughs and feeds him one too, Echo scoffs and shares a glance with Kix when they notice that her finger does not brush Fives’ lip like she did with the Captain. 

She turns to Jesse, who stands behind Rex, on the other side of the bed. “Could you hand me one of the self-warming mugs from that shelf over there, Jesse?” 

Jesse nods and jumps to it, quickly, seemingly thrilled to have been specifically requested, even if it was a menial task. 

Kix still stands with one brow raised and arms crossed. He’s never seen the men comply so readily for anyone, even an angry Captain Rex. And yet apparently a kind, gentle woman, with one hell of a voice, and a pocket full of sweets could get this reaction from them. He sighed and shook his head with a smirk. Well, it wasn’t like they saw a lot of attractive women around a battlefield filled with identical faces and droids. 

“Hardcase, could you fill the mug with water for me?” She asks, handing it to him, back in medic mode. 

Hardcase too, does as ordered quickly and with a big grin on his face. 

“Thank you, boys.” She smiles at them, placing the now-warming mug on the bedside table and turning back to the other cloth bundle in her hand. 

“What’s that?” Fives cranes his neck to see what’s in her hand. Eager to see if she has other treats he could ask her to feed him too. 

She laughs again, allowing them to see. “More ginger root, dried lemon, candied honey, and lavender, this one is for making tea. Another old remedy from my family. Also good for a stomach ache, warming up, and rehydrating with electrolytes, it goes in the warm water to steep. All things that are supposed to relax a tired mind.” She raises a brow at Rex as she finishes. 

Rex shyly stares at the floor, scratching the back of his neck, laughing as a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. “Hah, sorry. I know I’m supposed to stay in bed. I just get restless.” 

“Oh, she gets an apology? Who’s been putting up with you for the last 3 hours?” Kix protests, though the expression on his face would imply there’s more brotherly comedy in his question than pain. 

“Sorry Kix,” Rex adds, still not looking at anyone from his seat on the edge of the cot. 

“Hmmmm, well I guess that means now he’s your problem,” Kix nudges her as she bobs the tea bag in hot water, and tries not to smile too much at his comment as Kix grabs Jesse and Hardcase by the arm, propelling them backward out of the tent. “I presume you can occupy the ARCs for a bit?” Kix asks over his shoulder as the flap drops behind them. 

That snaps Rex back into Captain mode. “Fives! Echo! You said you set up permitted stations as requested. I presume that means you are the first two on patrol rounds, for the next few hours?” 

”Uhhh,” Fives is confused. They already did their patrol. They were here because they were done with it. 

“Yes, sir!” Echo answers, grabing Fives’ elbow, and steering them both out of the door. 

Once outside, they seem to forget that tents are flimsy compared to starship walls, and burst out in a fit of giggles and nudges. 

“You are ARC troopers!” Rex calls after them, and their shadows on the tent entrance straighten up, as they attempt to hide the laughter, and scuttle away. 

Rex is now alone with the woman he’s been falling hard for. Both his dream and his nightmare all at once. He fidgets, and considering getting up to speak to her eye-to-eye, like a respectful Captain would.

She turns back to him, mug in hand, and once again places her hand on Rex’s chest, urging him to stay seated, seemingly aware of what he was considering. Rex relaxes with a chuckle. He can take a hint. 

She offers him the mug, and he takes a sip. 

This too is very good, and very flavorful. “Wow!” He says, watching the way the water absorbs the contents of the makeshift teabag. “Your mother used to use this on you as a kid, huh?” 

“Yeah. Old Mandalorian family knows a thing or two about comfort foods and quick remedies on the battlefield.” 

Rex huffs a laugh, “And how to tame a room full of rowdy and annoyed soldiers in a medbay, apparently.” He jokes. 

She laughs. “That was just a trick I’ve always wanted to try. Thought it might help relieve some of the tension in the room.” 

“Yeah, waiting to heal has always been stressful for me. I need to be doing something, it’s… just the way I am, I guess.” He tells her, taking another big sip. 

She smiles, and takes the mug from him to set on the bedside table. Her palm still on his chest, he can now feel light pressure as she pushes him back onto the bed. 

He looks up at her with surprise. 

She laughs. “Lay back, you need rest.” 

He swings his feet up onto the bed and starts to settle onto the thin cot. “Well, it worked by the way. The singing trick. Sure had my men wrapped around your finger there. I think Fives, especially, was quite taken with you by the end of all that.” He tries to keep the jealousy from his voice when he says it. 

She smiles shyly, “He’s not the one it was intended for.” 

Rex looks up at her with a mixture of hope and surprise. Of course, now that he thinks about it, it makes sense that she was trying to charm him, the Captain. He was the one she openly chose to sing to, and touch, and feed in front of his troops and best friends. Now propped up on pillows as she tucks him into the scratchy, standard issue, field med kit blanket, he reaches up with one hand and curls a finger under her chin this time to turn her face towards him. 

She looks happily surprised when her eyes meet his. 

He brushes a thumb over her bottom lip as his eyes watch her mouth part for a moment. Then he allows himself to lean up and press a kiss to her lips. 

She presses back. 

After a moment, she can feel him shaking with the effort of holding himself up, and their lips part. 

Rex sighs, tired of needing to heal. She smiles and again presses her palm to his bare chest, making herself comfortable on the edge of the bed where he once sat. This time, he rests a hand atop hers on his chest. Still watching her lips, he licks his lips to chase after the flavors of the tea and sugared root she’d fed him, not to mention the feel of her lips. He could still feel her warmth where her fingers had brushed his lip when she fed him. He smiles. “That ginger stuff was good, but it tastes even better from your lips,” he tells her. ”Can I have one more?” 

She smiles, reaching for the little pile sitting on the nightstand atop the fabric it was once wrapped in. She returns her gaze to his as she brings the candied root to his lips. Rex reaches for her wrist, and guides her hand with soft fingertips. But this time, instead of letting her place it on his tongue, his lips wrap around her fingers and the candied root, and he carefully sucks and licks the sugar off of her, never breaking eye contact. 

He likes watching the way her chest rises and falls as she swallows hard and pants at his ministrations. 

When he’s done, he gently pulls her fingers from his mouth, and rests them on his chest as he finishes eating the sweet treat. He relishes in the feel of her wet fingers on his warm chest, knowing it’s his doing. He’s not sure where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but as she leans forward to press her forehead to his, he’s glad he did. 

“Stay with me, tonight,” he whispers. 

She laughs again, “Well considering that I'm the only medic on duty in here, it would be irresponsible of me to leave you alone tonight,” she winks at him, biting her lip. 

Rex smirks, and wraps an arm around her waist where she sits at his side. “Well, I can think of one thing that’ll keep me in bed this time?” He tries. 

She nods for him to continue. 

“We both need rest,” he pats the cot next to him, “I know it’s not comfortable – at all, really – but… will you join me?” 

She’s smiling at the floor, more brightly than Rex has ever seen her smile before. 

You look up at him out of the corner of your eye, and bite your lip again. 

Rex’s eyes are drawn to your lips. 

You spot the movement, and decide to do something about it. 

So you lean forward and place a kiss on his lips this time. 

Rex spots your movement, leans forward, and meets your lips in the middle. 

His heart monitor beeps at the two of you, a warning to the medic that the patient's heartrate is accelerating, and you separate. 

Outside Kix chuckles. He had a feeling he knew why. One peek inside confirms his theory. 

Well, he supposes he can tell the others she has succeeded where they could not, the Captain is back in bed and staying there, hopefully for a while. 

“WOW, are you two just the quietest—“ Kix opens the tent flap, expecting to find a new couple making out, at the very least, but is pleasantly surprised by what he does find: his commanding officer and assistant medic sleeping soundly. Captain’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she’s tucked into his chest. 

Finally! Now Kix can enjoy some peace and quiet for a little while. Most of the other troopers have gone to bed now that the adrenaline from battle has worn off, and the exhaustion set in. Well, maybe soon he can, he still has one more check-in with Jesse and Hardcase, who appear to be goofing off near the temporary armory. That won’t do. This must be what it feels like to be Rex, and have to round up his mischievous heathens every day, after every battle… Perhaps the least Kix can do is handle it this time around so the Captain can catch up on sleep, heal, and spend some time with his new partner. 

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something blue | choi chanhee

• pairing: best friend!chanhee x female!reader

• word count: 3.5k words

• genre: fluff, slight angst

• rating: PG

• warnings: weddings, reader is kind of being an asshole, fake friends, and our favorite curse words

• notes: *sigh* thank you to sana ( @heemingyu )for your not so serious but also super serious betaread of this. now that i know what really gets you going i mean continue to hit at that now😘😘 I LOVE YOU

• tagging: @deoboyznet

• synopsis: after getting into a big fight with your best friend the day before your wedding, you’re left wondering if he’ll even show up.

Whoever said your wedding day is the happiest day of your life is an absolute fucking idiot. What is there to be happy about if everything isn’t perfect. You wouldn’t consider yourself a perfectionist by any means, but when you have a vision for something you expect it to be pretty damn near close.

The process of planning your wedding didn’t start when you got engaged to your amazing fiancé Sangyeon. It started when you were a kid, sitting in your living room watching the Disney princesses who had happy endings and fairytale weddings. You knew you wanted a wedding similar to those of the princesses. Which princess didn’t matter, but as long as the wedding was to your standard of perfection, it would be fine.

Alongside your planning was your best friend, Chanhee. He wasn’t just your best friend. He was your person, or as your fiancé liked to say ‘your soulmate’. You had never really believed in soulmates, but when more and more people pointed out that you and Chanhee could be soulmates, you began to listen. It made sense. Chanhee was always there. From your earliest memories in Kindergarten to graduating college, to getting your dream job. Everywhere page in your mind was littered with your best friend. The small, skinny kid that would bring you pretty blue forget-me-nots every time he saw you. Chanhee helped you plan your dream wedding, combining elements of each Disney princess into one big wedding. He called himself your unofficial wedding planner. He made sure everything would go off without any problems, even threatening to throw out some of your work friends if they got too drunk.

Chanhee even planned your pre-wedding party. When you and your wedding party went out, Chanhee had everything covered. From the party bus, to dinner, to the club, your best friend was on it. Chanhee only wanted the best for his best friend, while you only wanted him to at some point let loose and enjoy himself.

The dinner you and your wedding party went to seemed like such a distant memory now. Despite having been only a couple of hours ago, the amount of alcohol in your system made it seem like dinner was months ago. You and your work friends were trashed, to say the least. Hopping from table to table, stealing people’s drinks, getting heavily belligerent with anyone that tried to stop you. You were on a wrecking ball, wreaking havoc across the club. People were starting to complain to the managers, and Chanhee was just trying to find your purse and shoes that you somehow rid yourself of in the midst of all the madness. His constant apologies were falling on deaf ears as all people wanted now was for you and your rowdy entourage to leave.

“Hey, why don’t we sit and have some water?” Chanhee asked you, having finally caught up to you.

You were once again at a table that was not yours as you took a shot from the hands of one of the guests occupying the table. “Water? I don’t need water, Chanhee. I need more vodka!”

Chanhee gave a sympathetic look to the other partygoers as he spoke. “I’m really sorry. I’m trying my hardest to get everything under control.”

The guest who’s drink had been stolen scoffed. “Try harder dude. This is ridiculous.”

The people at the table stood up, moving from the area as Chanhee began to get frustrated. You had never acted like this before. He always said your work buddies only brought out the worst in you, but you never listened to him. In fact, Chanhee couldn’t even spot any of your so-called work “friends”.

“Where is everyone? I want to hit up another party.” You yelled.

Chanhee grabbed your arm, ripping the glass from your hand as he began to drag you towards the exit. “They left! And that’s what we’re doing.”

On his trek towards the door, Chanhee spotted your shoes and purse, squeezing behind a nasty trash can that they were sitting behind. He let go of you momentarily to make sure your credit cards, ID, and cash were all still in your wallet. As his fingers slipped through the loops of your heels to pick them up, he heard a loud crash. Turning around, a table filled with bottles of vodka had hit the floor and you were now face to face with an angry patreon.

The girl was screaming in your face about how you didn’t need to be drinking anymore, while all you could do was yell back about how she wasn’t the boss of you. You were having a good time, why was everyone trying to stop you. Chanhee pulled you back to him, heading for the door before stopping.

“Shit, the tab.” Chanhee whispered.

You were still yelling over your shoulder to the girl as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his card. He wasn’t even sure what the final bill was, but he was willing to pay for it if it meant getting you out of the club in one piece. The bartender took the card, looking over the slumped over state of you as he shook his head. He swiped the card, pulled out a receipt and handed both the card and receipt to Chanhee. Your best friend let out a sigh as he practically carried you to the exit. When he got outside, he sat you down on the curb as he began to call someone.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your sentence is just barely able to be made out by Chanhee.

The boy looked at you as he rolled his eyes. “The hotel.”

You perked up. “I don’t wanna leave. The girls are still inside.”

Chanhee shook his head. “That’s too bad. They can find their own way back to the hotel.”

“I don’t wanna leave.”

“You are beyond drunk. You can barely stand, you have no shoes on, and you are so fucking lucky someone didn’t rob you. You’ve made a mess of yourself and this club, you have no choice but to leave.” Chanhee said sternly.

The alcohol in your system didn’t like the way he was talking to you. He had never talked to you like this before.

“Why are you being so mean?” You asked rather loudly.

Chanhee let out a humorless laugh. “I’m being honest. You need to go to bed. It’s three in the morning on your wedding day. You have to be up early for breakfast, you have to have your makeup done, you can’t stay out with them any longer.”

He heard you begin to mumble as he began to get impatient. All he wanted to do was get you safely to your hotel suite, and go to bed himself.

Why wasn’t the driver picking up his fucking phone?

“You’re just jealous of them.” You said softly.

Chanhee froze. “What did you just say to me?”

You looked up at the boy, eyes wide as you spoke louder this time. “You are just jealous of my relationship with the girls. I see them everyday, and we don’t see each other every day. They are better best friends to me than you are.”

The phone that was covering his ear was now down by his waist. “How dare you?”

You could only look back at the boy, the realization of your words now dawning on you. “Chanhee,”

“Do you know what I’ve had to go through to make sure your fucking wedding day is perfect? I’ve given up my own personal time to be here and plan EVERYTHING for you. May I remind you that I was the only one that helped you pick out your outfit. I helped pick out the food and recommended the bakery for the cake. I found the DJ, the place for dinner tonight, and the fucking club. I have kept you from getting arrested tonight on more than one occasion. I’ve canceled plans to be at your beck and call anytime that you have ever needed me. I’ve done everything for you from the time we met each other when we were five! No one, and I mean no one, will ever be a better best friend than me.” Chanhee yelled.

Before you could speak, he continued. “Do you think they are better than me? The person that has held your hand through sicknesses, the person who has been there to pick up the pieces through every heartbreak you’ve gone through with shitty guys. I introduced you to Sangyeon. He was my friend first, and yet he seems to be the only one appreciative of what I’ve done, not just for him but for you. Not once have you ever told me thank you for anything. Anything!”

He dropped your shoes, grabbing your hand from the sitting position you were in to smack your purse into it. Chanhee brought a hand up to his forehead, rubbing over it as he began to feel a migraine coming on. He could hear talking on the other end of his phone as he tossed it to you, making you flinch as it hit your chest.

“Find your own way back to the hotel. Or better yet, go ask your best friends since they are better to you than I am. They can get you back to the hotel, and they can help you out in the morning. I’m done!” Chanhee said.

He turned quickly on his feet, walking off in the opposite direction of the club. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you tried to get yourself up to stop your best friend. His legs carried him quickly to a bus that had stopped at a bus stop as he hopped on it. You watched the bus pass you as you let out a sob.

You didn’t sleep very well when you got back from the club. All you did was cry over what Chanhee had said, and your work friends were beginning to get annoyed. They merely dropped you off at your suite and left to continue their night. All you could do is sit against the headboard of the hotel bed as you looked around the lavish room that your best friend had spent his hard earned money on, reminding you that as the bride you “deserve the best”. Now you weren’t so sure.

The alarm on your phone went off, signaling that you needed to get up, but you didn’t really have the energy. In fact, you weren’t even sure you wanted to get married. You knew that wouldn’t be fair to Sangyeon, calling off your wedding over the fact that you got into a fight with your best friend. Although Sangyeon would’ve understood, you couldn’t do it to him. A knock at your room door pulled you from your thoughts as you groaned, dragging your body weight out of the bed.

You looked through the peephole on the door and groaned again, seeing the cheery face of your mother and future mother in law. Opening the door, both ladies squealed.

“Happy wedding day!” Your mother exclaimed happily as she pulled you in for a hug.

Sangyeon’s mom did the same before pulling back just slightly, whispering to you. “Are you okay dear?”

You looked at the woman, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You gave her a nod, trying to force a smile on your face. She wanted to speak again before your mom interrupted.

“You need to shower, and you need to be quick. Makeup won’t wait all day. And all day isn’t what we have time wise.” She said, pushing you into the bathroom.

The only sound that left your mouth was a sigh as you let your mother practically manhandle you into the shower. She was quick to pick up your pajamas that you don’t even remember getting into last night as she exited, leaving you to wallow in your own self pity as the hot water cascaded onto your skin. You slowly washed your body, attempting to scrub the dead skin, sweat, and the memories from last night off of your body and down the drain. You weren’t sure how long you were in the shower, having at some point zoned out. The water had gone cold, and you were beginning to shiver as you turned the handle, shutting off the shower.

When you pulled back the curtain, the remaining steam from the previously hot water was still fogging up the bathroom. You could see it get pushed around from the sudden release of cold air from the cold water. You noticed a towel and satin bathrobe set upon the countertop. Reaching for both, you quickly dried off and threw on the bathrobe before opening the bathroom door and letting your mother whisk you off to your makeup appointment.

The day dragged on. All your work friends managed to make it to the venue for hair and makeup. Strolling into the building wielding water, liquid IV packages, sunglasses, and a hangover, they didn’t look very pleased anymore about the time you chose for all of this. They let the artists get them ready with no complaints, just barely sparing you a hello. You weren’t all that thrilled to see them either, so this didn’t bother you a bit. Your mother was making her rounds, checking on each girl before one of them got sick, making her stop to tend to the one person that couldn’t handle her hangover. This gave Sangyeon’s mom a chance to check on you.

“Hey,” She said softly, catching your attention. “Are you okay? Truly?”

You couldn’t turn your head due to the makeup being put on so you opted to just locking eyes with her through the mirror.

“Is it that obvious that something is bothering me?”

She chuckled. “I’ve known you long enough to see a change in your moods.”

For the first time today, you cracked an actual genuine smile.

“I got into a fight.” You said quietly.

“With who? One of the girls?”

Shaking your head. “With Chanhee.”

“Oh sweetheart. I’m sure it wasn’t too bad.” She cooed.

You chuckled. “He’s not here, is he? Something tells me he’s not with Sangyeon either.”

Your mother in law frowned as she excused herself, pulling out her phone as she stepped outside the room you were in.

The artists were slowly getting everyone finished as each girl got into her bridesmaid dress. You were the last to be finished, and you could hear the shouting and greeting of your guests making their way into the venue hall. Your bridesmaids left you to go mingle with some of the single men that your future husband had invited to keep them controlled. Your mother helped you get into your dress before disappearing herself to greet guests.

The words Chanhee had said to you continued to run through your mind, making you zone out once again. You were starting to get upset as someone knocked on the door. You checked your makeup in the mirror as you walked to the door. You went to grab the handle to open the door before someone put weight on it, keeping it closed.

“Hey,” Your fiancé’s voice rang through the wood of the door. “Don’t open it. It’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride before she walks down the aisle.”

A sense of calmness washed over you at the sound of Sangyeon’s voice.

“I missed you.”

He chuckled. “I missed you too. I’m ready to marry you.”

This time you chuckled. “So am I.”

You both laughed before he spoke again.

“I just wanted to check on you. My mom said you were a little down about not seeing Chanhee yet.”

You perked up slightly at the mention of your best friend. “Has he shown up?”

The other side of the door was silent before Sangyeon spoke. “He didn’t tell you? He got sick. He must have come down with something while he was out with you. He stayed back at my hotel so he wouldn’t get anyone else sick.”

Your eyes closed as you let out a sigh. You couldn’t believe it.

He wasn’t coming.

“Oh, okay. He must have just forgotten.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. He always bounces back, you know that.” Sangyeon told you.

You wanted to reply before hearing a loud yell from the other side of the door.

“There you are man! We’ve been looking for you.”

You’d recognize the voice anywhere.

“We’re stealing your husband back real quick. You’ll get him back when you walk down the aisle!”

“He’s not my husband yet, Eric. You can take him, though.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

He patted the door in response before Sangyeon replied.

“I love you.”

You could hear him get dragged away by the younger boy as you picked up your dress so it wouldn’t drag, walking back towards the makeup station you were previously sat at. Pulling out your phone, you pulled up Chanhee’s contact. Your finger hovered over the call button before you jumped.

The far side door opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a tux. He closed the door behind him quickly as you stood up.

“Chanhee!” You said happily.

When he turned to look at you, you quieted quickly. He looked dejected, hurt, as he made his way towards you.

“I was supposed to give you this last night. However, due to certain circumstances, I got distracted.” Chanhee whispered.

You swallowed hard, trying to gulp down the knot in your throat. He reached into his suit jacket as he pulled out a box. It was black leather, with slight tears in it. He handed it to you quietly, choosing not to say anything.

Gently taking the box from him, you opened it. You let out a gasp as you took in the beautiful sight before you. The box held a beautiful hair clip decorated in white gold with blue diamonds.

“It’s a forget-me-not. Our flower.” Chanhee uttered out.

He took the clip from the box, pulling you to stand centered in front of the mirror as he slipped the clip into your hair. The lights in the room made the blue diamonds sparkle as he spoke.

“I found it in a thrift shop. It was a family heirloom that eventually ended up in the shop. I figured you’d like it. Brides are supposed to have something old, something new, something used, and something blue, right? I guess it falls under every category.” Chanhee told you softly.

You couldn’t help but bring your hand up to your hair, running your fingers over the emblem. You should’ve told him it was beautiful, should’ve said thank you.

Instead you opted for this.

“You came.”

Chanhee nodded. “I couldn’t miss your wedding even if I wanted to. You're my best friend.”

Feeling your eyes start to water you whipped around, pulling him into a tight hug. Chanhee hugged back, just as tightly, as he let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled out into his jacket.

You felt him shake his head. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t deserve you.” You mumbled again.

This time, Chanhee chuckled. “You’re right. That’s a conversation for a different day, though.”

You two pulled apart to look at each other as he spoke again.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Come on. Let’s go get you married.” He said, walking you to the door.

You let him lead the way before you both stopped. You took a deep breath before looking at your best friend. He gave you a smile.

“You're the best Chanhee! I love you.”

Chanhee chuckled. “Careful. Sangyeon might think you’re falling in love with me.”

You both laughed as your mom opened the door, greeting Chanhee happily as she told you everything was ready. As she led the both of you to the front of venue, Chanhee was ready to walk you down the aisle as he whispered to you.

“I love you, too!”

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I'm reading summaries and transcripts, and once in a while forcing myself to watch episodes of anything after season 3 of Smallville (solely so that I can rewrite them in a way that's much more coherent (and CLexy, but that goes w/o saying))... and my GOD, they are so dumb sometimes. Poor Michael. having to convincingly say shit like "your girlfriend was possessed by the ghost of a witch" with a straight face! (Side note what the actual fuck is the plot in this season? Season 4 is insane and I don't even want to talk about it.) Yes the show has always been a little goofy and has some storylines that are questionable... but they are really pushing it now.

Also one of the main strengths of the show is the chemistry between Michael and Tom, and yet they have full episodes where they don't even interact, and it's just like, *what* are you doing?! And then to top it off, each summary just gets more and more ridiculous and complicated as the seasons goes on, and I'm just like oh thank god I have simplified it in fanfiction! They are no damn witches (because let me not even get started on how witches are portrayed in most TV shows!), there are no spirits floating around trying to possess people (just because you have Kryptonite around does not mean you get to hand-wave literally anything at all. Why in the hell would a Kryptonite nodule or some dust cause ghosts to exist? It affects *living cells* with *radiation*. I don't even understand why they would make a decision like that. They really must have been desperate for stories already, and we're not even halfway through the show yet).

I'm not going to even get started on my main gripes with the show that have existed from the beginning, like turning Superman into a self-serving, abusive, selfish liar who lies, or the fact that their main "villain" was created out of victim-blaming and abuse and then everybody's just gleefully happy for Lex be treated like shit for no fucking reason whatsoever, while his Literally Evil father is turned into some kind of pseudo "good" guy. Cuz yeah, abusers should be redeemable. but their victims should end up alone and tortured and treated like shit by everybody around them. That totally makes sense. I won't get started, I really won't, because I will be here all day. Or the fact that nobody seems to have figured out that Clark is a meta at the very least, when he does all kinds of weird shit all the time. These people are smart. Chloe and Lex especially are not fucking stupid by any stretch. It just simply would not have taken them four or more years to realize that he could easily one of the mutants in town. Nobody would be shocked in the slightest; but they play it like they're just too stupid to figure it out, and it's terrible because Clark is the worst liar in the universe.

Also, somebody who's not yet Superman is not going to be fighting beings like Doomsday when they're still like 20. It's just not going to happen. I'm not even getting started on creepy stuff like how they're totally sexualizing someone who's playing a minor because she is their eye candy on the show. Lana and Kristin deserved better! The female lead who basically existed to further the two guys' storylines for like three seasons finally gets her own story... but it's about being possessed by an ancient witch or some shit? They are actually sexualizing her near death experience, like some kind of creepy PG snuff film (who actually made the decision of trying to make Lana being slowly suffocated a weird sexy vibe?! So fucking problematic I don't even know where to start). And then the male lead's other love interest is summarily killed by their cardboard cutout villain of the week with his lack of character development, simply so that she can't get in the way of Supes' future storyline, because she was literally created only to be a roadblock to his future goals, masquerading as something to keep him from actually being lonely to death. All she did wrong was to wish she could free of stigma about Mental Health... then shortly afterward, when she was essentially killed about it, he turns around and is fine again because he gets a football scholarship. What the fuck?! (Yes, I'm looking at you, Pariah).

I can't even with this show sometimes. I'm so glad I quit when I did. I tend to forget how insane and Incredibly questionable a lot of it is until I have to watch something of it in order to rewrite it. But I guess that's why there's fanfic in the first place!

[index-of-imagination]

Thunderdell, the Most Iconic Giant You've Never Heard of, and a Brief History of Fee Fi Fo Fum

Did you know the giant who said "Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an English man" had a name? Well, sorta.

The first known instance of the phrase was found in the pamphlet (a cheap, unbound book more or less) entitled Have with You to Saffron-Walden in 1596 by playwright Thomas Nashe. However, the pamphlet remarks that the origins of the phrase were unknown. Quote:

"O, 'tis a precious apophthegmatical pedant, who will find matter enough to dilate a whole day of the first invention of Fy, fa, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman [...]" pg. 20

The first known and documented instance I could find of the phrase being uttered by a giant was in the 1711 Newcastle-on-Tyne text The History of Jack and the Giants, one of the very first "Jack tales." If you're not a folklore geek like me, you may not've paid much mind to the name 'Jack' appearing damn near everywhere in fairy tales. You got Jack and the Bean Stalk, Jack-o-Lantern's, The House that Jack Built, and more modern urban legends like Springheeled Jack. He even has cognates all across Europe, such as Antonio in Italy, Hansel in Germany and Ivan in Russia. Anyway, back on topic, the Newcastle text, though once more not the original version of the story and instead a "modernized" take on it, features the iconic phrase.

"Fee, fau, fum, I smell the blood of an English man, Be alive, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread."

The giant that utters this is Thunderdell, a two-headed giant who attacked Jack at his own banquet to avenge the deaths of all the other giants Jack has slayed up to this point, those being identified as Cormoran, whom Jack kills with a pickaxe, Blunderbore, whom Jack kills by hanging and stabbing and an unnamed female giant. Thunderdell was the penultimate of the giants Jack killed, with the final being Galligantus, who is the only of these giants that lacks a Wikipedia article.

I'm unsure if any noteworthy version of Jack and the Beanstalk identified the giant he killed, unfortunately.

[theirishwolfhound]

Wassup! Max here! Welcome to my blog! Below the cut is more about me as well as the things that you can find in this sin-bin, and some more art! Most of the stuff in here is Call of Duty related so do with that what you will. :)

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Just a few warnings before we continue: This is an 18+ blog which means I'd like to say: MDNI, I don't really write PG things and would like to keep people safe. I will block you if you don't have an age in your bio, sorry not sorry.

-ABOUT ME-

Basics: -I am a 23 year old trans man from the US. -Retail Worker :( -I am a polyamorous queer :) -Hobby Artist/Writer: all art seen on this page is mine unless stated otherwise. -Non Religious Furry

Fun Facts: -Allergic to living at this point (Birch Pollen Foods) -Working on a CoD cosplay :D -Big Sleep Token fan (I will die if I see them in concert) -Big opera fan too

-ABOUT THIS BLOG-

-As stated before this is a blog that is not for the eyes of anyone under the age of 18, I'd like to keep any interactions with minors to a minimum. -For the sake of other readers, I will put content warnings on all of my posts dealing with certain topics that are either: NSFW or have topics that some people don't want to read (ie. dark fics, religion, sensitive subjects). Otherwise it will state if its SFW or lacking of content that needs warning. -I'm an OC creator, but can write for trans/cis-male or gender neutral readers. I won't write female readers, love y'all but there's already so many good ones out there compared to the boys. :) -I write relatively long chapters, some being a little over 5k and some nearing 20k words. I personally don't like breaking them up because I write up until a certain point. But the word count will always be with the content warnings and summaries. -Currently just a Call of Duty fic/art blog, but if anyone is interested in other things I am so ready to write things involving: Dragon Age, Skyrim, Monsters, D&D, ect.

See the end of the post for things that I might write versus what I will/won't write

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Menace Reader | Part 2 | Part 3 (WIP)

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-Introduction A Heart Of Gold in a Sea Of Green (OC) -Synopsis -Milk and Sugar -Bruises and Bitemarks -The Ural Mountains Pt. 1 -The Ural Mountains Pt. 2 -The Ural Mountains Pt. 3 (18+) -The Ural Mountains Pt. 4

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I want to make more mutuals on here but I'm so awkward and don't know how to start conversations, but I welcome people to my asks or DMs. :) If I were to say what my vibes are as a person it would be something like this:

So far this is all I have, it will be updated as I post more, but I am also just really busy to post often :)

Will Write/Draw: -NSFW/Dark Fics -Omegaverse -Petplay/Hybrids -Violence -Anything to involve Recreational Drugs

Won’t Write/Draw: -Beastiality -Underage/Pedophilla -Ageplay -Fetishization of Identities

[rorywritesjunk]

But suddenly now, I know where I belong It's many hundred miles and it won't be long

Buggy gets taken to Impel Down and her husbands have to help her.

Rating: PG-13 for swearing. A mention of assault but its phsyical assault. Word Count: Just shy of 2.3k; Just over 5 pages in a word document. Warning: Buggy gets upset near the end. Has self doubt and uncertainty with her relationships. A/N: This was a fun thing to write. A request from an anon who wanted Buggy to be rescued by her husbands from Impel Down. I'm almost always up for Swap AU writings now as well as Buggy and the Wives stuff. Enjoy!

(Also I'm going to try and start adding word counts to my fics and will probably go back nd update my works with it! I should have kept up on it as I know it can be something people look for with fics <3)

Title comes from "Train Song" by Ben Gibbard and Feist.

“Prisoner number E-8200. Buggy the Clown.”

The warden showed a picture to the new recruits. The woman in the photo was scowling, her blue hair pulled back into a ponytail as she faced the camera. The new recruits said nothing, listening to the words of the warden as he discussed safety protocols, evacuation routes, and what to do with an escaped prisoner.

“She was arrested by the Marines a few weeks ago and has been nothing but trouble since.” The warden continued. “Finally captured after all these years after assaulting a Marine officer in a pub.”

One of the new recruits shifted on his feet where he stood. The shoes were uncomfortable to be in, the pants a little too tight, and he was feeling warm. He glanced over at the other two recruits, one with long blonde hair and the other with short pink hair. They were all hired days apart with their first day happening at the same time.

“You three will oversee her stay with more experienced guards, but don't talk to her, look at her, or even acknowledge her while you go to her cell. She's a Devil Fruit user.”

The pink haired man raised his hand and the warden pointed at him. “What?”

“Is she fitted with sea prism cuffs, sir? I understand that they help subdue those kinds of powers.” He said as the other two listened.

“She is. We've taken all the precautions we can with this capture.”

The three recruits nodded in understanding. The warden continued on as he led the three out of the office and to the cell where the prisoner was kept. He mentioned that Buggy was unmarried, a troublemaker, even making comments about the sight of her nose as he laughed. The three laughed in agreement, though two of the men had to put their hands on the shoulder of the blonde recruit after seeing him clench his fists.

There were two guards already at Buggy’s cell. She was pacing around, screaming about mistreatment, missing her crew, poor food options, everything. The two guards pointed to their ears - they had procured ear plugs. They kind of worked.

“These three are new recruits.” The warden said loudly, trying to be heard over Buggy’s complaining. “Train them with this one.”

The guards nodded as one reached into her pocket and pulled out some extra ear plugs. Buggy looked up, rubbing at the cuffs on her wrists as she studied the three before grinning widely. She approached the cell door but one of the guards turned and shoved his gun through the bars at her, causing her to stop.

“Don’t get any closer, pirate scum!” The guard barked. 

“Aw, c’mon, you bring on new people and they don’t get the honor of meeting the Captain Buggy?” She whined as she pushed the barrel away. “I’m the Genius Jester! Flashy Fool! They should at least introduce themselves to me!”

The warden shook his head. “Ignore her. She just wants the attention. It’s rather pathetic.”

“She is pretty pathetic.” The female guard snickered. “Keeps going on and on about husbands and how they’ll rescue her, but all our intel says nothing about her being married to one guy, muchless several.” She glanced back at Buggy who was currently glaring at her, jaw clenched as she glared at the other woman. “Who’d willingly marry someone like her?”

“She is a clown so she’s supposed to be funny!” Her male companion laughed. “The idea of having husbands is hilarious.”

One of the new recruits suddenly raised his hand. “How was she caught?”

The guards looked at the warden but Buggy suddenly chimed in. “I’ll tell you! Some ass was flirting with one of my beautiful husbands and I wasn’t about to let that happen, got it?! He kept telling them to leave him alone but they didn’t take a hint so I stepped in and handled it!”

“She assaulted a Marine unprovoked.” The warden said as Buggy glared at him. “Hopefully you three can manage her.”

“Manage me?! Fuck you!” Buggy snapped. “If it wasn’t for these cuffs I would have escaped already, you know! You pieces of sh-”

“Hey, that’s enough.” The pink haired recruit ordered as he took a step toward the bars. Buggy narrowed her eyes at him as she took a step back from the bars. Grinning, he leaned against the bars as he looked her up and down before turning back to the others. “See? She just needs a firm tone, just like any woman.”

“Fuck you!” Buggy shrieked. “I’ll show you a firm tone, you ass!”

“Anyway, I’ll leave you three here. These two guards will go over the inmate’s schedule. She gets two meals a day, doesn’t get to leave her cell, and we have to watch her constantly. If she continues to cause us problems we may see about taking her to a lower level.”

“Yes sir!” The three said. He rolled his eyes and left. He was certain they’d be quitting by the end of the day.

~

They lasted a month. The little things that added up got to them.

One of them, the brunette, brought Buggy her meals only to have them thrown back at his feet, screaming about how disgusting the food was and that could they at least season the food with salt before trying to feed her? At least he left a parting gift of tasty sugar cookies for the other guards before he resigned. 

The blonde tried the gentle approach, trying to talk kindly to her, but she would throw it back in his face each time, making a joke of it, not taking his words seriously. She gradually wore him down that he quit the day after the brunette, which was unfortunate because the other two guards missed their shift due to illness. 

The pink haired recruit lasted a few days longer before he gave up. He stupidly went into her cell to try and calm her down after she had a screaming fit over something trivial. She knocked him out. There were stupidly no other guards around. She stole his clothes, leaving him in his underwear, before slipping out. 

He resigned, shouting about lack of training, assistance, and clearly the reason they were short handed was due to the stress of the job. People were missing because they were sick with stress from dealing with this nonsense on a daily basis!

They gave him a change of clothes and put him on a ship that would drop him off on an island. There was a guard standing with him, one wearing some kind of facial covering, who was scowling at him the entire time. It took several days to get to the closest island, but once he was on land, the guard threw her hat off and stomped on it before shrieking about quitting also. This was ridiculous. The prisoners were monsters and she couldn’t handle the cat calls and ass pinches. 

~

Cupcake brought the food up to their shared room at the inn. He was able to get word to Sunny and Birdie about getting the ship headed in their direction but to give them a few extra days just in case the prison noticed a missing inmate. 

Buggy was soaking in the room’s bathtub, her hair in a bun as she splashed hot water on her face. Prison was miserable. She had lost weight because the cooking was terrible compared to Sunny and Birdie’s so she refused to eat most of it. No doubt the food at the inn was going to be just as bad, but when she saw Cupcake come in with two bowls of beef stew, she figured she could suffer through that. 

“We’ll stay here for a few days, babe.” Cupcake told her as he set the bowls on the table. “Gives the ship time to go back to Impel Down while Sunny and Birdie get the ship headed this way.”

Buggy nodded, rubbing her nose as she watched her husband go over to one of the shopping bags he obtained earlier, pulling out some clothes for her. “How are you feeling after I punched you?”

“You definitely weren’t gentle, but I’m fine.” He grinned as he looked over at her. “I’m sorry for some of the comments I made. I was trying to be the biggest asshole there so they wouldn’t be suspicious.”

She rolled her eyes. “Suspicious of what? You heard them, there’s no chance in hell I’d be married! Who would marry someone like me anyway?!” Grumbling, she took a swipe at the water before standing up. “I’m pathetic and the thought of being married was just so hilarious to them.”

Cupcake sighed and grabbed a towel before walking over to her. He wrapped the towel around her before helping her out of the tub. She was still grumbling about what the guards had said back at the prison. She tried to not let it get to her then but now…

She hesitated before looking up at her husband. “You don’t regret marrying me, do you?”

“What? Buggy, I don’t.” He assured her as he helped dry her off. “None of us do. Hell, Birdie was the one who came up with the plan to get you out, you know. He came up with the idea of getting hired on and then putting laxatives in the cookies. Sunny was the hardest to convince because he was worried he would be the one to mess it up.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around Buggy. She relaxed in his arms, resting her head against his chest. “He almost did. The warden said something about your nose and Sunny was ready to start throwing punches.”

“Well, Sunny is too sweet. He wouldn’t know how to throw a punch.” Buggy mumbled as she turned to hide her face against his chest. “That damn Marine back at the pub wouldn’t leave him alone even after he said he was married. I had to step in.”

“And he’s lucky to have a wonderful wife who watches out for him.” Cupcake told him as he kissed her on the forehead. “Now, let’s eat, okay?”

Buggy nodded and stepped away from him to pull on some of the clothes he got her. Once she was dressed she joined him at the table, looking down at the food with a frown. Picking up her spoon, she scooped up some of the stew before looking over at him.

“Why didn’t the others stick around to rescue me?”

Cupcake glanced over at her as he started eating. The food was okay but Sunny’s cooking was much better. “Are you mad that we didn’t blast out a wall of the prison to rescue you?”

She huffed softly and nodded. “I would have hoped it would have been flashy and loud, you know, a real spectacle!”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Babe, we couldn’t. For one thing, we aren’t pirates, and the other thing is we had to be sneaky otherwise we may have been arrested as well.” He took another bite of his food. “Just so you know, Birdie and Sunny are going to have a feast ready for you, so be grateful it was me saving you and not one of them. The feast would have been delayed.”

She perked up at the mention of their cooking. “Oh? What are they making me then? It better be some of my favorites!”

“I don’t know the menu but I know you’ll be happy.” Cupcake grinned. “Now keep eating. We’re stuck here for a few days and gotta get used to the food.”

She picked at the food and sighed, helping herself to a few mouthfuls. She just wanted to have her husbands’ cooking instead of this slop.

~

Buggy greeted her crew enthusiastically but the second she was done telling them how she managed to escape prison she was at her husbands’ sides, refusing to budge. It made it a little difficult as Sunny was trying to cook but Birdie took over, allowing Sunny to wrap his arms around his wife as she clung tightly to him. He eventually moved to a chair to sit down and his wife made herself comfortable in his lap, tucking her face against his neck as she let out a loud sniffle.

“I was worried no one would come for me!” She cried. “What if you didn’t?!”

“We did, honey.” Sunny assured her as he kissed her on the forehead. “Just no more punching people in the pubs, okay?”

“But I was defending you!” She reminded him as she rubbed her face against his shirt, sniffling still. “What if that Marine wanted you all for herself?! She could have done that!”

Sunny shook his head and hugged her tightly. “It’s okay, I would have resisted.”

“Would you?” She whined. “I have the best husbands. Someone is bound to get jealous, you know.”

“Well, we have the best wife.” Birdie chimed in from the stove as he fluffed up the mashed potatoes. He looked over at her and grinned. “Glad you made it home, sweetheart.”

Buggy gave Sunny a kiss before getting out of his lap to go give Birdie a hug. That was the sign for Sunny to take over cooking so Birdie could give his wife a hug. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her forehead, telling her that he loved her as Buggy tried to stop crying. She hated that she was so upset but she was worried. They all could have left her to rot but they didn’t. They stuck it out to save her. 

How did she get so lucky?

[sweetestlittledarling]

Our First Kiss

Rating: PG

Pairing: Julian x Sparrow (Female Apprentice)

Part of @monthly-challenge 2024 | First Kiss

Summary: There are many first kisses, but a true first kiss is special

(Side note: this takes place in my own head Cannon of three sibling apprentices, so it mixes a bits of Julian's, Asra's and Muriel's story line all together. Trust me it's been a hell of a time working it out, but this takes place after Julian's and near the end of Muriel's. Enjoy lol)

Julian realized very quickly that Sparrow was indeed a very good choice for an assistant. She was quick to learn things and even quicker to get things done. With those steely gray eyes, she mastered ever task he set her to do, quickly and efficiently. Also, her handwriting was impeccable compared to his, though as a doctor he assumed that came with the territory. He also noticed other little things about her as well. The way she hummed as she worked, filling the clinic with sound rather than silence. The way she would tuck stray hair behind her ear as she leaned over the desk. The way she would name the leeches to make them a little more tolerable to work with or how she petted Brundle as she read through research books, the old dog happily leaning into the touch.

              Jealous of the dog Ilya? a voice inside his head asked, sounding a little like Pascha. He shook the thought away and tried to focus on his writing, though he felt his heart beat a little faster.

              One evening as they were returning from a house call, Sparrow asked a very surprising question: “Doctor Devorak, what do you plan to do after you cure the plague?”

              Julian paused, not sure how to answer for a moment. “I am not sure,” he said truthfully as he hung up his plague mask carefully, “I would think probably continue being a doctor.”

              “Is that all?” Sparrow asked, watching him from where she leaned against her desk.

              “As I said I’m not sure,” Julain admitted, waving his hand a moment as he looked to find the words. “I don’t like to think about he future especially since the here and now needs the most attention.” He paused again looking at her in earnest. “Why? What are you going to do?”

              “I was thinking of traveling,” Sparrow said, her voice hopeful, “maybe see the world outside of the city for a bit. I love my home, don’t get me wrong, but I have never really seen it anywhere else. I would love to take a boat and sail to a sunny island somewhere.” Her eyes seem distant as she stares off into space, as if she can see the island right there in front of her. But then she sighed as she shook her head. “I’m sorry doctor, these are silly questions. I just figured if I had hopes for the future then maybe all this effort on finding a cure might not seem so- “Futile’ was the word on both of their minds though neither spoke it.

              Julian nodded. “I suppose it is nice to hope though don’t let it make you lose focus. Our duty is to our patients and daydreaming won’t bring us any closer to a cure.”

              “Yes doctor, “Sparrow said, looking as if she was turning back to the papers on her desk. Julian also turned back to work but then he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up, about to ask if she needed something when he found her lips on his. Now the clinic was not very big, and it was not unusual for them to bump into each other, though they had worked out many a system for this not to happen as often. But this was deliberate, it was intentional, it was…gentle and warm. His eyes grew wide for a moment not knowing what to do, his heart suddenly racing. Kiss her back you fool, his inner voice told him. But before he could respond, Sparrow was already pulling away, her face beat read from blush and her eyes wide.

              “I am so sorry...I…” she stuttered. She then grabbed her bag off the chair and rushed out the door. Julian rushed to follow, making it to the door in time to see her retreating form disappearing into the darkness. For a moment he just stood there watching where she had gone. Then he touched a hand to his lips, feeling warmth there. For a moment he pictured a beach somewhere and pretty Sparrow, smiling at him…

              A distraction, a new voice in his mind supplied, all this is a distraction to your goal doctor! If you loose focus now so many people will die… A new image sprung to mind, Sparrow’s pretty gray eyes dyed red like blood and Julian shuddered. No, he had to focus. He would find the cure. He would find…

              “She’s gone!”

              Julian opened his eyes again. What day was it? It was a clear day, but the red haze made it a little more difficult to tell lately. He was at his door still, but something was different. Instead of three it was one. Lark, Sparrow’s twin, the youngest brother and he was clearly angry. Julian blinked tiredness from his eyes. He hadn’t slept in what felt like years. “What are you yelling about?” he asked, somewhat rudely though in his state he didn’t much care.

              “Sparrow! She’s gone! They’ve taken her and Robin to the Lazaret!”

          ��   Julian’s heart stopped. The world stopped. Everything stopped in that instant. “What?” It wasn’t so much a word out of Julian’s mouth as a painful breath.

              Lark grit his teeth and actually growled. “My brother and sister are gone and it’s your fault! You and your stupid cure! If my sister had been home, then she would have been safe instead she was here with you! She’s dead because of you!”

              Julain felt pain as his fingers dug into the door frame. His mind was empty. His mouth didn’t work as all he did was stand there…Imagining a dark-haired young lady with determined gray eyes, who tucked her hair behind her ear and hummed little tunes to pass the time. He imagined the same young girl on the beach who laughed sweetly and kissed him…. No! How had he not known she’d been sick? Had he known he would have…No! NO!

              “Julian?”

              Julian awoke with a start. As his mind came back to him, he remembered where he was. He was in camp in the woods, just outside of Muriel’s home, in the tent he shared with…He blinked his tired eyes as he felt a gentle hand run through his hair and he when he looked up, he found the gray eyes he had come to adore so much. Julian melted under her touch, savoring the calm he felt just being in her presence.

              “Are you alright love?” Sparrow asked, voice quiet. “It sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

              “I was, in a way.” Julian sighed as he moved closer, gently resting his forehead against the nape of her neck. “I was just remembering the first time you kissed me.”

              “The first time I kissed you, you mean at Malinka’s apartment?”

              Julian shook his head. “No, back when you were my assistant.”

              “Oh,” Sparrow said suddenly catching on. “You mean…” There was no need to finish the sentence as they both knew what he meant. Sparrow lowered herself a little more, so that she was eye level with Julian, one hand still playing with his hair while the other held one hand in hers. She rested their hands against her chest and gave him a gentle smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

              “There is nothing really to tell,” Julian said, resting his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “One day you kissed me, though I always regretted not kissing your back.”

              “Hmmm, I think that makes sense,” Sparrow mused, “I was thinking about thing and how I felt when I first met you. When I saw your face without the mask that night in the shop, I felt like I knew you and my heart skipped a beat. I think I realize now that before I might have had a crush on you.”

              Julian laughed a little. “Couldn’t resist my charms even then huh?”

              “Yeah, but I don’t think it would have worked out back then.”

              Julian opened his eyes, looking curious. “You don’t think so?”

              “Well for one I think I was too young and naïve,” Sparrow answered. “I didn’t really know you outside of the hero worship I probably felt watching you work. Plus, I feel that it might have been a little inappropriate given that you were my boss at the time.”

              “Always my dear pragmatic Sparrow,” Julian sighed, though a sexy grin creeping along his lips, “but the thought of the handsome doctor and sexy assistant does get the mind going now doesn’t it.”

              Sparrow giggled as she brought the back of her hand to her forehead in dramatic faction. “Oh doctor, not in front of the leeches.” They both broke down into a fit of giggles after that one, Julian wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. They fit so well together, her arms wrapping around his neck pulling him for a kiss. As they broke apart again Sparrow rested her head on his chest, his face resting in her hair breathing in. “You know,” Sparrow said, “I don’t think that was our first true kiss. I mean you didn’t kiss me back and, in all honesty, though that person was me, they are gone now. I can’t even remember who they were even though I’m sure they were very similar.”

              “Yes, very similar,” Julian breathed, “but I agree, we are no longer those people. So, then our first kiss would have been in Malika’s apartment?”

              Sparrow shook her head. “No, while we did kiss, I think it was more out of lustful desire, which is nice, but I like to think our first true kiss was much later. I think our true first kiss was right before you went down into the dungeon, through the bars of grate.”

              “And why that particular moment?” Julian asked, a little bit surprised.

              “Well, seeing you so frightened, feeling how you clutched my hand and held me like we would never see each other again, made me realize that I was scared to.” Sparrow pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “I was scared for you because I loved you. I loved you so much and just wanted to protect you, to keep you safe, to have that future with you. And when we kissed, I knew whatever was down below, whatever came next, I wanted to face it with you just like now and just like always.”

              Julian could say that again the world came to a stop, though for a much different reason than before. Looking into Sparrow’s beautiful eyes he found the same determined girl he had seen that night on his doorstep but now he could also see the love of the wonderful woman he had come to treasure over their adventure. With one hand he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and leaned in for another deep kiss. He felt her hand grab hold of his hair as they came together again and again. “I love you,” he breathed once they had broken apart, though faces remaining very close.

              “I love you too,” she breathed back.

              Julian grinned. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of hearing that.”

              “Good,” Sparrow said, grinning herself, “because I plan to say it a lot more for a very long time.”

[jiliansky-blog]

The cat of dreams. Chapter 6

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader  

Rating: PG

Words: 2000

The next morning I should decide what to do next. There is still a chance that Corinthian can wait for me somewhere near my work. I would have shown him that Morpheus or simple black cat isn’t here anymore. But I would rather not invite the nightmare murderer to my house. I can take a day off from work, saying that I’m ill. Or even stay home till the end of the week. Or I can go to work today, reassure this nightmare, that I don’t have a cat anymore, if he believes me. And take a vacation for a week or two. And hope, that Morpheus will return during this time. Or maybe I should take work home. I also need to check that Corinthian won’t follow me home or anywhere else. So I had breakfast and went to work. I decided to work today and then take a vacation for a week or two. Fortunately, I didn’t see the nightmare nearby. And my boss noticed my tired statement and concern. “You looked exhausted”, she said with sympathy.

  “I didn’t sleep this night”, I sighed. “Family problems”. “Maybe, you should take the day off today then”, she suggested. “Actually I want to take a vacation”, I asked sheepishly. It was a good opportunity. “On a week or two maybe”. “Is everything so bad?” she asked. “Everything is complicated”, I sighed. “You know what, you can take a day off today and a two-week vocation”, she said suddenly. “When you were last time on vacation? A year ago?” “Are you sure?” I asked surprised. “Yes, why not”, she smiled. “In case I feel bored, I can work from home the next week”, I said. “As you wish”, Nora nodded. “You can go home now”. “Is there any chance you drive home now or a little bit later?” I asked. “I will go to the center in an hour”, she said. “Do you want me to drive you home?”

“You can drive me to the center”, I said. “And I can go home from there. Please, if it’s not too much. I just don’t want to go home alone, you know”. “Is everything alright, Olivia?” she looked at me. “Well”, I tried to figure out what to say. “My ex-boyfriend appeared again in my life. I met him twice already not far from here. I don’t want to meet him again”. “Did he do something to you?” she frowned.

“No, he didn’t”, I sighed. “I just don’t want to see him again, and he doesn’t understand it. I’m afraid he will appear again”. “I see”, she nodded. “Okay, you can go with me. I will tell you when I’m ready to leave”. I worked a few more hours till she took me to the center of the city. I feel relief. “Thank you very much”, I smiled. “You are so kind. How can I repay you?” “Just invite me to coffee when you came out of vacation”, she smiled. “And rest so you can be as talented as usual”. “Okay”, I smiled and got out of the car. “See you”.

She drove away. And I head back home in need to sleep. I guessed if I see Morpheus in my dreams. But something tells me that I won’t. It’s been less than a week, but I am used to his presence. And now all that he left for me is his nightmare. Fortunately, I didn’t see Corinthian around the house and could go to sleep after dinner. Perhaps, I was thinking about Morpheus and it explains why I ended up in some fantasy place. I saw a beautiful castle once, now almost ruined. It reminded me of something, but I couldn’t recall it. And I decided to take a closer look.

“Who are you?” suddenly I heard a female voice and saw a woman in a suit with dark skin and pointy ears. “I didn’t see dreamers here for a long time”. “Olivia”, I said. “I don’t know how I get here. Where am I?” “In the Dreaming”, she replied. “It’s the lord’s Morpheus castle. Wait, you are the mortal, who helped him after escape”. “That’s me, yes”, I smiled. “I didn’t know how I appeared here. Probably, I thought too much about it”. “Or you still have a connection with him”, said the woman. “I’m Lucienne, his librarian”.

  “Nice to meet you, Lucienne”, I said. “Is Morpheus here?” “No, he is no search of his belongings”, she sighed. “Oh, I see. At least it means that he is alright. Can you please tell him that probably will be in another place in the next two weeks, so Corinthian won’t be able to find me”. “Corinthian is after you?” she looked scared. “Yes, I met him two times after my work”, I said. “He thinks Morpheus is with me. Morpheus said, that I should avoid him at all costs”.

“It would be better, yes”, she nodded. “I will tell him, what you just said. I can’t invite you inside, because…well”. “I understand, the place is not rebuilt after Morpheus's disappearance”, I admitted. “Perhaps, I should leave or wake up then. “Thank you”, Lucienne said suddenly. “For taking care of Lord Morpheus. Not everyone would do the same”. “I was glad to help”, I smiled. “He suffered enough. And he is nice in his own manner. I hope to see him soon”. She looked at me and smiled like she understands something I didn’t know. “Perhaps, we will meet again”, she said. “Yes, see you later, Lucienne”, and I woke up.

  I couldn’t understand at first was it a morning or evening? Then I remember that I return home earlier from work. I started to think about where I can go for my vacation. Then I remembered one of my friends invited me to the cabin in the countryside. Perhaps, it would be the perfect solution to rest and avoid nightmares. And maybe there will be quiet enough to work a little. “Hello, Melody”, I called my friend. “How are you?” “Fine, and you?” she asked. “Is something happened?” “I’m fine, I just need a place for vacation”, I said. “Is your offer still valid?” “Of course”, she said. “When can you go?” “I can go tomorrow”, I replied. “Wow, you are fast”, she noticed. “Did something happen?”

“No, just want to clear my head in the new place outside the city”, I said. “You can’t lie, you know”, she admitted. “You have never tried to run away so fast. So are you going to tell me?” “There is…one man who scare the hell out of me”, I replied with a sigh. I didn’t even try to tell her about Morpheus. She won’t believe that part. “I met him twice outside my work. I have a feeling he is following me for some reason”. “Did you call the police?” she asked, concerned. “No, what am I going to say to them?” I asked. “That he seemed suspicions to me because he invited me for a coffee?”

“That he is a stalker”, she said. “No, they wouldn’t believe me”, I said. “Anyway, I’m going to your cabin”. “Alright”, she sighed. “I will call you in the morning and pick you up”. “You shouldn’t do it”, I smiled. “I won’t let you get there alone when some strange guy might follow you”, she said. “Wait for me at ten a.m.” “See you tomorrow then”, I replied and ended the conversation.

  It was evening. I didn’t want to go anywhere. No, when this Corinthian might be out there. So I decided to read, have dinner and then go to sleep. I still was tired. And I found myself missing Morpheus. Even though I knew him for a few days. When I fell asleep the next time I didn’t meet him in the dreams. And I didn’t appear in the Dreaming either. I felt disappointed. He could say something that he is alright. I woke up before Melody’s call. I was in the middle of the breakfast. She was going to drive to me in half an hour. So I still have time to finish my breakfast and dress up. “Are you ready?” asked Melody, when she came. “Yes”, I said. “I woke up earlier because I fell asleep earlier yesterday”. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “A little”, I said. “Let’s go”.

I caught myself worrying about that guy. But he was nowhere to be seen and I was relieved. I hope that Morpheus will find me there. “So are you alright?” she asked. “I need more sleep and rest”, I smiled. “But I’m alright. Thank you”. “Do you want me to stay there with you?” she asked. “I don’t know”, I replied. “You can stay for a night or two. I don’t want to steal you from your life entirely”. “I don’t see you often, so I won’t mind staying with you tonight”, she smiled. “Are you sure you’re alright?” “I feel tired”, I sighed. And I wanted to see Morpheus again. This god of dreams doesn’t even know that he doesn’t leave my mind. The cabin was nice. It was small but had two comfortable beds, a modern shower, and a kitchen. You can bring food here or you can go to the café nearby. It was surrounded by forest and lake. So peaceful.

“Wow, it’s so nice here”, I said. “Told you”, smiled Melody. “You can rest here”. “Thank you”, I smiled too. “I don’t know, how I can thank you”. “You don’t”, she smiled. “A bottle of wine is enough”. The day I spent in solitude because my friend should work. She works in a café, that is why she told me about this place. I can sleep a little, but I didn’t appear in the Dreaming again. Then Jodie woke me up with a call. “Where are you now?” she asked. “And how is your cat?” “Long story short, I found his owner and the cat was actually fine, just tired”, I said. “And I’m in the cabin now, not in the town. But please don’t tell anyone”. “Why?” she seemed surprised. “I just don’t want to talk or see anyone”, I said. “Oh, okay”, she said. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m just tired”, I said. “See you in two weeks”. In the evening Melody joined me and we drink wine, listen to music, and discus different topics. “You didn’t find a man”, she said. “Why?” “You made it sound so easy”, I smiled, but think about Morpheus. He was mysterious and handsome. And kind in his own manner. I hoped I will see him again. “I know this look”, she said.

“What look?” I asked confused. “You fell in love”, she said. “Who is he?” “Well…”, I smiled. “I can tell you, but you won’t believe me. So, I can say he is mysterious and handsome. And I helped him once”. “Wow”, she said. “Sounds like a novel. Is he a reason behind your escape?” “Partially”, I replied. “There was some other guy who looked for him. And he somehow suspected that I know him”. “Girl, what are you getting yourself into?” she asked. “Are they criminals or what? Because it would explain your fast escape”. “No, at least the man I liked is not a criminal, but he said that another man is dangerous”, I said.” That is why I escaped”. “Oh my god, how did you even can get in these troubles”, she said. “You know, I will stay with you while you’re here”.

“There is no need for that”, I said. “Then call to police”, she insisted. “We talked about this already”, I said. “When I see him again, I will call them”. “Alright”, she sighed. The next day she went to work and returned only in the evening. Meanwhile, I read, write novels, and went to the café. When I fell sleep, I didn’t see Morpheus or the Dreaming and it was a disappointment.

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[edith-hyde]

Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 40

Word Count: 2709

Summary: Tonight is the night of the OSCORP Gala. As you prepare everything, Norman has lunch with Harry and the two finally manage to accept one another.

Warnings: Age gap. PG/PG-13.

A/N: I am SO SORRY. I've had this written for a long time now, I've just been so busy with stuff. Some of it is my health, but I've also been trying a bunch of different creative projects that have been occupying my time. I can't say I will be back to regular scheduling, but I'll try to do better.

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You were excited to be leaving the hospital. Today was the day after all. 

The OSCORP Gala. 

Norman came to pick you up and the ride to work was spent talking about today’s schedule. Norman was supposed to oversee some new projects, have lunch with Harry, and then leave work early to make sure he is present for when the gala starts. Your schedule on the other hand involved double checking all the decorations, having lunch with Rosie, picking up your outfits, and then meeting Norman at the gala venue. 

As Norman pulled up to the large center you had rented, he grabbed your hand and kissed it. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he promised, “Save a dance for me.”

“I wish I could.”

Norman bowed his head. Reaching out, you placed a hand on his knee. When he looked at you, you felt your heart race. His eyes were extra beautiful today, but also extra sad.

“What if… What if we didn’t hide tonight?” you asked softly, “What if we just went together?”

“Y/N…. As much as I want to-”

“We can’t…”

Norman took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“Soon though… I’ll tell Harry and we can tell your parents. I promise.”

“Would it be easier if I didn’t work for you?”

Norman grimaced. 

“Perhaps… But that would mean we couldn’t see each other through the day and I don’t know if I could bear that. Being apart from you is a fate worse than death.”

“You’re such a clingy drama queen,” you laughed. 

Norman went to defend himself but you silenced him with a quick kiss. 

“And that’s why I love you,” you whispered. 

Norman gave a wistful smile, his ocean eyes searching your face. You raised an eyebrow at him as you wondered what he was thinking. Without having to ask, he told you. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that? An absolute goddess.”

You rolled your eyes and went to get out of the car. 

“Goodbye, Norman.”

He laughed, giving you a small wave just before driving away. You watched him go, chuckling to yourself. 

Today was going to be a long day but it would be worth it. 

At least… you hoped it would be.

——

Lunch time came and Norman met Harry at a small cafe near the gala venue. While most of their conversation was small talk, Norman finally worked up the courage to venture into deeper conversations. 

“Harry… are you happy with your college classes?”

Harry arched an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?”

Norman absently fiddled with his silverware, eyes on his empty plate. 

“I want to know if you’re taking the classes you want to. I know in times past I… encouraged you to take classes you didn’t want to. And I want to make sure that from here on out you’re taking the classes you want. Not the ones you think I want.”

Norman made eye contact with Harry. His son’s expression was one of pure bewilderment. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of what to say. 

“You… you mean that?”

“I do.”

Harry looked down at the table, eyes wide. 

“So… if I wanted to switch classes, I could?”

“Harry, you’re a grown man. Everything you do should be your own choice. Are there classes you’d like to take instead of science or business?”

Harry was speechless. A smile slowly took over his face as his hand ran through his hair. Settling back into his seat he gave a disbelieving laugh. 

“I just… yeah, I’d like to get an art degree. I’m not doing real good with the science classes so if I could switch ‘em out…”

Norman took a deep breath and nodded. 

“That’s your choice,” Norman said as kindly as he could muster. 

In the back of his mind, Norman was at war with himself. Every fiber of his being was telling him that this was a bad idea. Letting Harry pick his own future? What a foolish thought. He needed direction. He might not like it now, but it was for his own good. Why waste time trying to be happy when you could be successful? But Norman thought of you and instantly felt like the foolish one. If he had only thought of success, he never would’ve found you. And you were his whole world now. Surely he could give Harry the chance to find his own version of you?

“This is nuts… thanks Dad! I mean… I thought you’d lose it! You’re seriously okay with me dropping my science classes?”

Norman locked his gaze with Harry’s. 

“Just so long as you continue to work hard and stay focused. I don’t want you abandoning it if things get too hard for you.”

“I won’t. Seriously I won’t!”

Harry was all smiles and Norman felt like he was finally fully accepted by his son. He didn’t deserve it, of course, but he was overjoyed all the same. Harry was now happily talking about some of the art classes available and Norman listened intently. He let Harry pick and choose which classes he wanted to take and by the end of the conversation, Harry had reworked his entire school schedule. He had plans to get things changed on Monday. 

“So, are you coming to the Gala tonight?” Norman asked. 

“Yeah. Got a costume picked out and everything. I’ll be there.”

“Do you… Do you have a date?” Norman asked with some hesitance. 

Harry shrugged. 

“Sorta.”

Norman grinned. 

“Is it serious? Are you moving on from MJ?”

“Dad…” Harry groaned. 

“I’m just asking. I want you to be happy with someone.”

Harry leaned back in his chair, unable to make eye contact as he sunk into his thoughts. 

“It’s not serious… yet. I don’t really know how I feel about her, ya know? I’m still getting to know her.”

“What’s she like?” Norman asked casually. 

Harry shrugged. He seemed surprised to be having this conversation with his father of all people. But he answered anyway. 

“She’s nice. Supportive. Opinionated. Dedicated. Very mature compared to a lot of other girls I know.”

“All good things,” Norman praised, “Is she pretty?”

Harry leaned forward on the table. Finally making eye contact, he smiled. 

“She’s gorgeous, dad. When she smiles it lights up her whole face.”

“Sounds like a keeper,” Norman laughed. 

“I just don’t know if she’s that into me,” Harry sighed, “Whenever I try flirting with her, she doesn’t really seem to get the hint.”

“Some girls don’t play that kind of game, Harry. You said she’s mature. She likely responds to something a bit more direct.”

Harry took a moment to think. 

“Direct, huh? You really think I should just go for it?”

“You’ll never know until you try,” Norman replied. 

“Yeah… you’re right… So what about you? You got a date for this thing?”

Now it was Norman’s turn to lean back in his chair and refuse eye contact. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to his son. But he also didn’t want to tell him the truth. 

“Holy crap, you do, don’t you?!”

Harry was clearly intrigued by the idea and Norman relented. 

“I… I do…”

Harry’s eyebrows went up. 

“Is it that woman who helped you turn over a new leaf?”

“Yes…”

Harry nodded. 

“Makes sense. Ever since you met this lady, you’ve seemed happier. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Harry…”

“I’m not gonna rush ya, but I really wanna meet this girl that has had such an effect on you. Are you guys… like, is it official?”

Norman took a deep breath. He had already gone this far. He might as well go the whole way. This could be the stepping stone he needed to break the news to Harry. But it still terrified him.

“Yes. But we’re keeping our relationship out of the press for now, so we can have our privacy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

Norman felt like crawling into a hole and hiding for the rest of his mortal days. This conversation was a huge weight off his shoulders, but it also made his stomach twist. Admitting to his son that he was in a relationship at all was a big step. But Norman had no idea how he was going to tell Harry that his girlfriend was you. 

“You’re really not upset?” Norman questioned as he eyed his son. 

“No. I told you. Just so long as she’s not younger than me, I’m happy for you.”

Norman ran a hand over his face. You fit that criteria but just by a few years. Thank God for loopholes. 

“She’s not younger than you, I promise.”

Harry stood and clapped his dad on the shoulder.

“Then we’re good,” Harry affirmed, “Now, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see ya tonight. Okay?”

“Right….”

Harry left with a wide grin and Norman let out a groan. 

He suddenly felt like tonight would end in disaster. 

——

While Norman ate with Harry, you were with Rosie at a small Italian place. The two of you talked and bonded over just about anything and everything. You loved talking with her about where she got her outfits, how she met Otto, and what her favorite poems were. In turn, Rosie seemed very interested in your art, your college tales, and the future you saw for yourself. 

“So what costume did you choose for the Gala?” Rosie asked as she slid her empty plate away. 

“The perfect one,” you said with a mischievous grin. 

“Oh?” She laughed, “Do tell.”

You scooched your chair closer to the table, eager to tell Rosie your scheme. She knew about you and Norman. And unlike Tracy, she was actually fully supportive. So you had no fears or qualms about telling her things. 

“Okay so there’s this movie called Labyrinth made by Jim Henson. Have you ever seen it?”

“No, I can’t say I have.”

You smiled. You expected that answer. Hardly anyone you knew had seen the film. 

“Well it’s this beautifully weird fantasy movie that features David Bowie as a Goblin King who kidnaps the main girl’s baby brother and holds him hostage at the center of his great Labyrinth. And there’s this ballroom dance sequence where the Goblin King and the main girl dance while wearing these awesome costumes. And the song that plays, As The World Falls Down, is one of my all time favorites.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out your sketchbook. While in the hospital you had spent any down time sketching the movie scenes from memory just because you could. You showed Rosie the drawings and she marveled at them as you continued to talk. 

“I’m in charge of getting a costume for Norman. So I thought it would be hilarious to match our costumes to the ones in the movie. Hardly anyone has seen it, so no one will know we match. Plus, I really wanna see Norman in this outfit. I'm picking them up today when we leave here.”

Rosie laughed, shaking her head. 

“This is adorable. I can’t wait to see you in this dress!”

“Yeah… I’m actually a little worried about that. I’ve never worn anything like it. I don’t think I’ll look very good in it…”

“Nonsense!” Rosie cried, “You will look lovely. Will you need help with your hair?”

“Oh… I wasn’t really gonna mess with it…”

Rosie gave you a skeptical look just before reaching across the table and grabbing your hand. 

“I’ll help you.”

You grinned. 

“Thanks, Rosie. What are you and Otto going as?”

Rosie giggled to herself. Taking her hand back, she smirked. 

“I picked out costumes inspired by a Midsummer's Night Dream. We’re going as the fairies Lord Oberon and Titania. Otto isn’t too thrilled, but he looks so cute in his outfit.”

“I bet he does!” You chuckled, “I can’t wait to see it. I bet you both will be adorable.”

Rosie nodded as she checked her watch. 

“Ah we better get your costume and get back to the venue so I can have time to help you.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

——

You and Rosie arrived at the gala before anyone else. She helped you into the puffy white dress which turned out to be harder than you expected- the zipper kept getting stuck. After letting Rosie do your hair and you put on the matching jewelry, you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“I look ridiculous,” you groaned. 

“No you do not,” Rosie chastised, “You look amazing. Norman’s jaw will hit the floor when he sees you.”

“I’m not even sure I can fit out the door in this thing.”

Rosie laughed as she took your hand and guided you out into the main area. 

“Do a twirl for me. Go on.”

You did as you were told. Rosie clapped her hands with a beaming smile. You were just happy you didn’t trip in these heels. 

“Pretty as a picture,” the older woman praised. 

“If you say so.”

Rosie lightly grabbed your shoulders. 

“I DO say so. You look lovely in this dress. You’ll have to beat the boys off with a stick tonight.”

“I’m not looking forward to that,” You laughed, “There’s only one boy I want to notice me tonight.”

Rosie took your hands and gave you a confident smile. 

“Trust me, honey- He’ll notice.”

After a brief look at her watch, Rosie gestured towards the door. 

“I have to get my own costume and pick up Otto. Will you be alright here alone?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said with a wave, “The catering staff will be here soon.”

“Alright. I’ll see you tonight!”

Rosie left and you busied yourself by double checking everything and doing the finishing touches on the masks you needed for the event. As the staff arrived, you oversaw their work as they set the food up. You were so engrossed in directing everyone, you hadn’t noticed Norman enter the venue. 

“Y/N?”

You glanced up to see Norman standing at the front doors. His blue eyes were wide as he stood there- utterly speechless. Your anxieties played on your mind. The dress looked terrible. 

You looked terrible. 

But all of your fears were destroyed in one fell swoop as Norman crossed the floor. He took your hand and led you around the corner so the two of you were alone. Without a word he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You closed your eyes, finally feeling comfortable in the dress. When Norman pulled back, he wore a beaming smile. 

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, “I was afraid I’d look stupid.”

“You don’t,” Norman declared, “You look….”

He looked you over, letting his hands trace along your shoulders and down your arms. The sensation of his touch made your skin burn and you felt the red spread across your face. His eyes lingered upon you as he spoke.

“I won’t be able to take my eyes off you for a moment…”

“You’re gonna have to try,” you laughed, “You have to keep all those investors entertained tonight.”

Norman met your gaze.

“The moment I can get away from them, I will be at your side. Now where is my costume?”

“It’s ready to go in one of the side rooms.”

Norman nodded. 

“And the masks?”

“Oh I made them.”

You took Norman to one of the spare event rooms and showed him the masks. Norman’s was somewhat based on the mask The Goblin King is seen wearing at the beginning of the dance. It had horns and a pronounced brow ridge. Meanwhile, yours was made to match your dress with beautiful white feathers; Sarah did not wear a mask in the scene. 

“You did a wonderful job,” Norman praised, “When did you have the time?”

“Well, Tracy helped me out with them, but as soon as I knew what outfit I wanted to do, I started working on them. Many late nights. Finished ‘em up today.” 

“You’ve outdone yourself,” Norman pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’ll go get ready.”

You watched him leave and you felt giddy inside. You wanted tonight to go smoothly. And while you had high hopes for everything, you couldn’t help the lingering feeling of dread. 

Something might go terribly wrong.