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ultimatetornshipper · 4 years ago

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Daminette December Day 4

@daminette-december2019-2020

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 4 – Flowers

“So let me get this straight,” Dick said slowly, a disbelieving look covering his face, “You two were having tea in the garden with the Grand Guardian, when a tiny floaty bug thing, that she called a “kwami" spoke to her in French. The kwami thing then put down another strange round thing on the table and out of that thing came a floating, moving picture of a girl in armour with wings, who then said things to the Guardian that upset her. Things about some man named Gabriel taking a butterfly and bringing someone back? After which other people in their own strange armor were added to the floating picture and they all spoke in another strange language at which point you guys couldn’t follow the conversation anymore?”

Stephanie made a small noise of agreement. Jason nodded, “And she said that these kwami things were bound to their miraculous, and they’re what gives them their power. The floating image thing she said was a live magic picture of the person with the other miraculous. She said the meeting was just about a mission but she looked very, very upset about it. It wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that it involves the person she seems to be mourning. Anyone got a clue who that might be?”

Dick sat there opening and closing his mouth and Damian had trouble believing everything himself. Sure he'd grown up with the Lazarus pits and they’d known the Miraculous were magic but this was… a bit much.

Cass was sitting silently and studying everyone else while Stephanie seemed to be thinking deeply about something, probably replaying a conversation. Jason was looking around, questioningly. His father pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

He suddenly remembered their interaction in the throne room when she’d first arrived.

“Well, while I don’t know who, she looked upset after she caught my eye, so the person must have had green eyes,” he said thoughtfully. They all looked at him and seemed to consider it.

His father nodded, “Jason, you said in her conversation with the blonde bee lady, the woman said that the Gabriel man wants to bring back someone she simply referred to as him. So whoever she’s mourning is most likely a significant man in her life with green eyes. It’s quite likely that the man is also significant to this Gabriel and if your summary of the group she called's body language is correct, then he’s significant to them too. My best guess is that he was either family – a father or brother, a friend or a lover. It is also quite probable that he was part of their court. Jason, I need you to find out everything you can about the Miraculous Court, the Order and everything that’s happened that has anything to do with them in the last year. Dick, I want you to join him. Steph, as you have already befriended her I want you, Cass and Damian to spend some time with her. Separately and together. If his green eyes really do unnerve her Cass is most likely to see what’s going on beneath the surface. Damian is closest to her in age, and he has the green eyes. Report back what you can,”

They all nodded their agreement. Damian felt more than uncomfortable though. He wasn’t exactly known for being good with people, even less ones close to him in age. Not to mention the fact that he had to deal with the awkwardness of knowing his father wanted to arrange for them to be married.

“With that out of the way, I need all your opinions on something,” his father stated calmly, “I have a proposal that I’d like to offer the Order that I believe would strengthen our potential alliance with them,”

Damian felt the heat already rushing to his cheeks. He knew exactly what proposal his father had in mind and he had been dreading this conversation all day.

“I want to propose a marriage between us and them. Specifically Damian and the Grand Guardian Marinette,”

There were a few seconds of silence before the protests started. It warmed Damian’s heart that his siblings cared that much. Or what was left of his heat anyway.

“But we can’t just marry him off,” Cass said, probably keeping their previous conversation in mind.

“Yeah! No one wants to be pawned off into marriage. You can’t do that to him, they don’t even know each other,” Jason proclaimed loudly.

“Hold on now,” Stephanie said, frowning, “Tim and I have an arranged marriage agreement, and look how well our betrothal is working out,”

“Yeah, it’s not all bad, and she can come stay here. We can get a new sister,” Dick added, optimistic as always.

Dick's statement was one that Damian had been thinking over the entire afternoon. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. According to all the information he had, she was kind and intelligent and he didn’t need to be told that she was beautiful. They could potentially get along swimmingly.

“But she leads a whole court! Asking her to move here is pretty unrealistic, Dick,” Jason replied, crossing his arms.

A cold shiver crawled up Damian’s spine and he froze. He hadn’t thought of that. And if the room’s silence was any indication, he wasn’t the only one.

Dick turned to Bruce, frowning, “He’s right, I know how important this alliance is but surely we could work something else out? Marriage can’t be our only option,”

Father looked around the room and sighed, “It’s ultimately my decision what we suggest and though I want Damian to stay here as much as all of you this is important. We need this alliance, probably more than they realize,” Damian felt dread weighing heavily in his stomach. A heavy silence filled the room.

“What if,” Stephanie started, seemingly thinking out loud, “What if we just asked?”

Everyone looked up at her and Damian could feel the desperation flowing off of him, he couldn’t imagine having to uproot his whole life. Again.

She met his gaze and his clearly frantic look must’ve been enough to convince her to expand on her idea.

“I mean she’s got magic, and if based on what I could gather from out conversation, the Miraculous Court are made out of people from all over the world, and they don’t exactly have a country to rule over. They just rule over matters that have to do with the miraculous and their holders. I don’t know, but I think that might be something she could do even if she lived here. And at the very least we could come up with some sort of compromise. I guess what I’m trying to say is, asking couldn’t hurt,” she spoke quickly, but everyone easily followed her words.

A few seconds of silence stretched along, all eyes turned to Father. Damian felt hopeful, maybe this would turn out better than he'd expected.

“Ok, we'll ask,” Bruce nodded, scratching his chin, “Negotiations are happening tomorrow, in the mean time please make Guardian Marinette feel welcome. Cass, Damian, why don’t you and Stephanie go show her the flower garden before sunset. Maybe introduce her to Ivy. And while you’re there, see if you can learn anything,”

Damian looked to his sisters to see Cass nodding and Steph smiling excitedly. Steph stood and grabbed both Cass and his hands, pulling them both out of their chairs and running down the hall. He went with it, knowing full well that resistance was futile. Cass laughed happily and Damian rolled his eyes but smiled fondly.

They got pulled along by the blonde until she eventually stopped, evidently tired. She let go of their hands and leaned against a wall, out of breath. The laughter still shone in Cass's eyes and Damian stared at her with a small smile, it was hard to believe that they’d only known Stephanie for a little over a year.

She stood and smiled at them, still panting slightly, “I think we should show her the roses first, they’re in bloom and we're most likely to find Ivy near there this time of day,”

Steph started walking and Damian and Cass automatically fell in beside her, she gestured wildly as she spoke, “But first we need to find her. It’s quite possible she’s already in the gardens-,”

She stopped and took a few steps back in front of a big window they’d just passed. He looked towards Cass but she simply shrugged and followed her.

Steph’s smile widened as she all but pressed her face against the window, “No way,”

Damian approached his sisters and followed Stephanie’s gaze, there in the rose gardens just mentioned stood Marinette conversing happily with Ivy over the roses. Ivy gestured to one of the roses and said something.

Marinette leaned forward and daintily sniffed the flower. She looked up at Ivy and said something, the other who nodded and smiled.

Ivy looked up and spotted them. She spoke to Marinette and after pointing them out, she waved.

The Guardian turned, gaze searching before landing on them, she smiled brightly and waved too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sisters return the gesture. A little too late he gave an awkward little wave. His hand hanging in the air a little too long after she’d already turned back around.

He quickly snapped out of it and turned to see his sisters smiling at him.

He glared at them. They both burst out laughing.

Steph patted his cheek, her eyes shinning mischievously, “You’re glare is a lot less impactful when you’re blushing kid. Don’t worry though, we've all been there,”

She winked at him before turning. Cass squeezed his shoulder before following after her.

He touched his cheek, it felt warmer than usual. He looked to where Marinette and Ivy were conversing.

She was just like any girl. Sure, she had beautiful black hair that resembled the night sky. And her eyes reminded him of the ocean, deep and wild and worth drowning in. And she had a high position of power - not that that mattered to him personally. And yeah maybe his heart was beating faster than normal but they’d just run from the other side of the castle, it didn’t mean anything.

So why was he blushing?

“Damian come on,” Steph yelled from the end of the hall. He turned and saw her waving him over. He shot one last glance over to where Marinette was standing before jogging over to where his sisters were waiting for him.

Maybe he was just ill.

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storytime-with-moth · 3 years ago

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Writing modern teen Dad Sokka (zukka uni)

I wrote this a few months ago, but I ran out of steam and inspiration, so anyone is welcome to take this on and finish it as their own or take it as a prompt and try there own story.

Summer of grade 11, Sokka and Yue spend the whole summer as lifeguards, soaking up the sun, making each other laugh and dreaming of the future.

One night it’s just the two of them in the pool after it’s closed, you can see the full moon through the windows above, Sokka and Yue lay on floaties driving around the pool.

“Hey Sokka?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Sokka laughs “Haven’t heard that since I was a kid and I wanted to be and otter penguin - and no I have no idea where that came from.”

Yue turns over so she can look Sokka in the eyes. “Seriously though, what do you want to do when you can leave this small town and its small ideas.

Sokka could tell that there was more behind the question but tired answering it honestly “I dunno exactly “What” I want to be, but I think I would like to build things, useful things too. And I’m not really a car guy or a building guy.”

Yue snorts “Ya not a car guy, says the guy who failed to get his license twice!”

“Hey!” Sokka splashes yue playfully. “Okay okay, I have been looking the some of the research into mixing prosthetics with robotics and focusing more on make prosthetics one with the body, I don’t know much about it yet. But I guess I started reading all about them and I kinda became obsessed.”

“what about hockey?”

“I love hockey, and the coaches at school think I’m good enough to get scholarships, so if hockey helps support an actual career for me I’m all for it, but I know I want to do more than catch pucks my whole life, I want to really use my brain and solve puzzles.”

“hmm” Yue turned over and looked back at the moon thoughtful.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well as you so gracefully put it, what do you want to do when you can leave this place that’s too small for you and your big ideas and dreams?”

“Well when you put it like that… I want to travel, see places, important places. I want to fall in love, out of love, I want to have enough friends that my house is always filled with good food and loud laughter. I want to be a Mom someday, I think maybe I want to go to school and study philosophy, not sure what kind of job that leads to but I want to ask questions, the big questions like why are we here, what is a life well spent?”

“Whoa”

“Ya… Whoa”

“and have you talked to your dad about that?

“Sort of, and it sort of didn’t go well.”

“he’s still set on you making the Canadian swim team? Duty to country and family stuff?”

“YeP” she said as she popped the P

“That sucks”

“indeed it does”

They floated around in silence for a bit longer.

“Hey Sokka?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Sokka promptly fell into the water, Yue’s laugh echoing around the empty pool.

They did indeed tumble into bed together that night, an awkward interaction for both of them that ended with the laughing covered in sweat. That morning when Sokka woke up Yue was already sitting on his bed looking at his doodles on the walls.

“Sokka I love you, I do, and I honestly thought maybe I loved you like a girl loves a guy, but I think I just love you because you're my best friend.”

“Ookaaay. I think I should add in you’re my best friend too? Because you’re being weird”

Yue looked to her hands in her lap and a tear fell to her hand. “Sokka, think I might like girls.”

She said it so quietly that it took a second for Sokka to understand what she had just told him.

“Whoa, no I mean, Cool! That’s fine. I support you, wait was I really bad last night?”

Yue’s tears quickly turn into laughs “No you idiot! You ere great, it just wasn’t right”

“Okay well cool then…..”

“Cool then”

“promise you won’t tell?”

“Yue, I promise I won’t tell! I can even pretend to be your boyfriend so your dad can’t freak out, and we can totally go to the girls soccer games this year if you want?”

“Sokka I love you, you big dummy”

“Well I love you to, to the moon and back dreamer”

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So Sokka and Yue were still best friends and they spent the fall attached at the hip, and when Yue found out she was expecting a baby and her parents kicked her out, Sokka just grabbed her hand and her backpack and walked into his house stating that Yue lived here now.

Hakoda and Bato nodded and welcomed her home, Katara squealed and fawned over becoming an auntie.

And for a while things were good, they were complicated as they prepared to become teen parents, co parenting as best friends, both of them aiming for scholarships and working part-time gigs whenever they could to save up. But life was happy, they were going to have a baby.

But then things went wrong, Yue went into labour 6 weeks early, her pressure dropped, the baby’s dropped, there was blood, there were doctors everywhere, then there was a small shrill cry, more moving and running and yelling. Then there was a lot of quiet.

Yue died in labour, their baby was in the NICU for three weeks to improve her lungs and even then doctors were worried about how premature she was. Finally after weeks camped out in a hospital next to his baby in a box or in his bed in the dark or the shower staring at the wall, he could bring his daughter home. She was going to be okay.

Her name was Juno Kya Last name, and she was perfect, wide hazel eyes like her Mom, and the sharp cupids bow like Kya, it looked like she would have Sokka’s dark hair and complexion. She watched everything with curious eyes, and didn’t cry unless she was hungry or tired which was often the first few months. But Bato and Hakkoda loved their granddaughter to bits and helped with everything. The diapers, the late feedings, the tummy time, the grieving.

The grieving was the hardest. Mostly because he was to busy trying to be there as a Dad and as a student and as a team player. He spent so long being there for everyone else that one night once hockey season was over and Katara took Juno to a girls sleepover he was all alone, for the first time since he was a little boy after his Mom died.

The dam burst and he sat on the floor and cried, he cried until his Dads came home and they wrapped him up in a hug and he cried some more. Then they made hot chocolate and sat on the couch in thick chewy blankets. They talked and talked, Hakkoda speaking about loosing the love of his life with two young children, being a dad by himself, Bato spoke about loosing his best friend Kya so unfairly and traumatically. The spoke about the unfairness of life and the peace in death, and how he will never move on but he will move forward, with one hand holding his daughter and the other pointing him forward to his own future.

When Katara came home the next day, Sokka was already awake and making blueberry pancakes poorly singing ice ice baby. When he saw his sister holding Juno he scooped her up and gave her a million kisses.

They were going to be okay, because they were loved, because Sokka was smart, because Sokka was going to be driven just like his best friend was, he was going to ask the big questions whenever he could, and love and laugh, so much his home was filled with it.

For Juno and for Yue, and for himself too.

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So Sokka worked his ass off, he won a full ride scholarship to university for hockey to study bio engineering, he was even able to work on family residence on campus, which took a load off his shoulders of trying to figure out travel to and from school with a baby, now he skates, lives and attends school on campus (which even had a daycare)

During the summer leading up leaving for school Bato revealed that ever since Sokka got into school he has been trying to transfer his job to the same city so they could be closer and he had not only done that but he had gotten a promotion out of it too. So Katara was starting at a new high school for senior year and Bato and Hakkoda were moving to be 20 minutes away from Sokka’s school.

He knew he would have to get used to being more independent, as he knew his dads thought he would be annoyed by them following him, or his sister would be upset about changing schools. But no, katara had high hopes for her new adventure and sokka was just relived to not be alone, and that Juno had more than one badly an adult person in her life.

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Little hands grabbed at Sokka’s hair as he hoisted 9 month old Juno up on his hip. “Well June-Bug this is it our home for the next four or so years”

Juno looked up at her dad with wide hazel eyes and replied in noisy baby babble.

From behind Sokka Bato came up and rested a hand on on his shoulder “Deep breaths kid, you’re going to be great.”

Sokka smiled ruefully at Bato as Katara ran up with a stroller full of baby things and his dad struggled with his hockey bags as he tried to lock the car with one hand.

Sokka looked at Juno again and whispered to her and himself “Deep breaths kid”

Later after they had gotten the crib set up in the attached office to Sokka’s room Bato and Katara took Juno for a walk in her stroller to grab some food. While Sokka and his dad finished unpacking.

“Son are you sure you want to stay on campus, are you sure you want Juno to stay with you? We could take her for the weeks mostly and you could come stay with us at the new place on weekends. I know you expected to do this more by yourself, but Bato would move oceans for you kid and got the new position in town, so we’re here, we can help.”

“Dad… Ya I’m going to need help, so thank you, I will take you up on looking after Juno when I need it, but you and Bato are going to be looking after her as her grandparents and not as her guardians. I promised Yue - Juno and I are family, and I’m not going to pass her off whenever I feel like not being a Dad anymore, she’s my kid and I want to be here for all the stuff, the walking the talking everything, and that’s not going to happen if she’s only my kid on weekends.

“Sokka you’re doing just fine son, more than fine really. Okay okay well when Juno wants to see her Great Papa and GB (Grand Bato) you give us a call, or if you need to pull an all nighter for an assignment you call, anything you call and we can be here. And when you get your game schedule, email us so we can make sure one of us can take her to the games, Bato is very excited about the baby headphones he bought her.”

“Okay Dad Okay, Now get out of here ya old man, and Dad Thanks for being here.”

“Of course Sokka”

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Sokka was pretty pleased with his new place, sure it was small, but it was clean and had more room than he expected to get so he was grateful. The suite was in the family/accessible living accommodations which was a small building with elevators to every floor. This suite had two rooms on opposite sides of the small common area which had a worn in couch and a coffee table. There was also a small kitchen and an even smaller dinner table. Sokka’s room had a small attached office space that he turned into Juno’s room, even though she still co-slept with him most nights, it was good to have a crib for naps and a place to put her never ending supply of diapers, blankets and clothes.

Sokka's roommate was a paraplegic kid named Teo who happened to have basically the same schedule as Sokka so they quickly bonded over advancements in the medical and mechanical fields. Teo also seemed pretty chill and took a liking to Juno right away. Which made Sokka endlessly happy because, well they were now living together and babies cry and poop so he was worried about tiptoeing around his new home.

Day care still didn’t open for the next two weeks while sokka would be attending training camp so his Dad would be taking most of the days with Juno, but it happened to shake out where the first day of meet and greet and skate Hakkoda was attending a support group meeting for retired field medics in a new city and Sokka didn’t want his Dad to miss it, plus it gave Sokka an opportunity to introduce everyone to his best girl.

Katara came to hold Juno while he was on the ice excited to get a sneak peek at university life before her high school year started.

“Da da da” Juno babbled as she mushed her fist into Sokka’s mouth, sokka smiled and pretended to gobble up her hand, the baby shrieked and laughed and Sokka adjusted her baby sweater around her neck.

“Sokka she’s fine, I have diapers, formula, and the big blanket you packet in the stroller, if she gets fussy I can take her for a walk to see the birds, and she won’t get cold because you packed a million layers and she will be held by every limbo there so again, she will be fine.”

Sokka checked the stroller again nodding to what his sister was saying. She was right, he was prepared, he had already emailed with the coaches so they knew what was up and he had coffee with the captain yesterday, who looked like a giant holding his baby, but overall seemed like a good guy. Eric “Wooly Mammoth/ Wooly” Woolner seemed like a solid guy, like physically solid and also like the type of guy Sokka could lean on as a leader while figuring out classes, fatherhood and being on a university level hockey team.

Everyone met in a blank sort of room with lots of chairs facing a projector, Sokka thought it was probably to review game footage and make new plays. He settled in with Juno on his lap as the other guys in the room took notice that there was a baby in their midst.

“Sokka you brilliant man!” Shouted a familiar face from across the room as he stood up and ran over.

Haru was taller and broader than Sokka, much bigger at least than when they last saw each other when they played on the same club team when they were 15.

“Haru, dude! You’re here! Awesome!”

Haru took a look at Juno and sized her up, then he stuck out his tongue and did a silly dance, Juno hid her face in Sokka’s shoulder and Haru ran around so she could see him and did it again. This time he managed to get a small smile before she hid her face again, grabbing Sokka’s collar with her hands.

“She’s cute Socks, she yours?”

“Yep, this is Juno.”

“Nice, is she gonna be at the games and shit?”

“Easy up on the potty mouth there dude, and ya I hope so, my dads moved into town so they hope to be there and bring her to them and stuff.”

“Wicked, is the uh - mom in the picture?”

“Nah, she passed when Juno was born so it’s just us.”

“Sorry bro”

“Thanks, anyways we should totally catch up properly later. Let’s introduce the team to our new good luck charm shall we?”

Katara was right, Juno has passed from bro to dude to himbo, once she realized that everyone one here was as big and cuddly as her dad she seemed to warm up and enjoy the attention. Then it was time for everyone to get on the ice to pass around the puck and do some laps getting a feel for the other players on the ice.

Juno sat with Katara smearing her messy hands all over the glass looking at the people on the rink until she fell asleep in her stroller tucked under a whole blanket.

Sokka enjoyed the team, Haru was a great comfort of home, Wooly was a level headed captain that set a tone for the rest of the guys, then there was Lucas “Longshot” Cho, Dennis “The Duke” Cunningham, Sam “Rooke” Chesterfield, Finn “Pipsqueak” Biggs, and the team manager Suki and the assistant captain Zuko.

All of the guys were loud and boisterous, including Suki, but Zuko seemed reserved and maybe a little prickly.

Then there were coaches Piandao and Bumi. Piandao seemed more serious, the man with a plan. He had coached a lot of different teams and was sought after for his reputation of the coach who turns coal into diamonds, Bumi on the other hand had coached here forever it seemed. He gave Sokka Manic genius vibes that had him thinking that maybe he should let Piandao hold Juno for the occasional practise instead of the ripped crazy old guy who ran around the ice in uggs.

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Later when Sokka was packing up and talking to the coaches about potentially bringing Juno with him in case he couldn’t find a sitter last minute working out how that would work, Katara pulled up with a fussy Juno in her stroller.

“Sorry Sokka I have to run, Dad is outside waiting for me and I have to finish unpacking my room tonight”

“All good Kat, thanks again for coming tonight!”

Katara leaned down and kissed her fingers and pressed them to Juno’s head “Love you little bug”

The coaches bid their farewells shortly after and Sokka packed his stuff into the stroller before taking Juno out to settle her and give her a bottle.

Just as he tucked her into his arms and pulled the bottle from the bag someone walked briskly into the locker room where he was sitting.

Zuko and Assistant Captain huffed in and sat down hanging up his phone and tossing it on the bench.

“Uh hi?”

Zuko whirled around looking ready for a fight before spotting Sokka and said baby sucking on a bottle. “Hi Baby.” Zuko said shyly.

Sokka laughed “ Take me on a date before you call me that.” And winked at Zuko.

Zuko looked like a startled deer so Sokka took pity on him.

“Just kidding dude, I mean sort of I am Bi - what a discovery that was and anyways - sorry I wasn’t coming on to you - I don’t know you - I just thought I should make it clear that I COULD come on to you because I like guys, and girls…. Whelp I would start running away in shame now for oversharing but I’m currently a food spruce for this nugget sooo, yep just going to sit here and wish I could time travel to punch myself in the face.”

Throughout the vomit of words coming out of sokka’s mouth Zuko seemed to relax and then smirk at the other man.

“You do know I was talking to your kid right?”

“Yep, yes I did”

“Well see you around Sokka.”

And Zuko grabbed his bag and left the locker room. First impressions for today might be bit all over the place Sokka thought to himself.

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Sokka talked to Juno all of the time. What can he say, he is a guy with a lot of words and they can’t all stay in his head.

So Juno has an interesting and advanced vocal for a 9 month old baby.

Of course she can address the people in her life, Dada, Kat, Great Papa, and GB (Great Bato)

She can also ask for milk, to go up, and uh oh.

She loves to say no but can infect say yes (sokka swears he’s heard that one)

But it also means she tries to say things that Sokka often says to varying degrees of baby success

“Stupid gravity!”

"Monkey balls”

“Shoot”

“I love you to the moon and back”

“hockey time.

And her favourite word of all time

Puck

It stopped making Sokka freeze after the first 2o times he thought he heard his baby say fuck. Now its just a cute funny thing his kid has figured out, Dada has to find the puck, and it is her job to hide them.

She hides pucks everywhere, he swears sometimes she is multiplying them on her own because he always finds at least two in the diaper bag and one hidden in her crib.

So very quickly into the season the team dubs the hockey baby with her very own nickname

“Little puck”

Sokka quietly thinks that Yue would have liked that one because her favourite Shakespeare play was midsummer night's dream.

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The team gets Juno and Sokka a fancy running stroller for her birthday/christmas

It was Zuko’s idea

Zuko sometimes comes by to offer to take her for a run when Sokka has exams.

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Zuko seemed to always be the last to leave the locker rooms, Sokka would usually rush out to pick up Juno from whoever had her unless she had stayed with Couch Dao during practise which she had today.

On days like today Sokka takes his time, cleans and folds his gear, re-tapes his stick for next practise and actually has a real shower. So today he was tucking Juno back in her stroller after changing her as Zuko put the tape away. They were casually talking about the hilarious origins of Pipsqueaks nickname when sokka realized Zuko had a funny look on his face.

“What? Do I have poop on me or something?”

Now Zuko looked even more confused as Sokka looked at his shirt, twisting around to make sure he was free of baby droppings.

“No, you just never look at it, is all. I was trying to figure out what was so -weird about you other than being a crazy goalie, and you don’t look at it.”

“I don’t look at what?”

Zuko gestures to the scared half of his face glumly. “You don’t look at it, you look me in the eyes, always have. It’s weird I guess. You pretending it’s not there.”

“Oh”

“Forget it, sorry.”

“No! It’s just of course I know it’s ther, I’m not pretending its not there, it just seems like whatever happen was probably truamitic, ya know? And - well - okay so tragic backstory time. My Mom was killed in a targeted home invasion by some racists, super fucked up... “

“Holy shit.”

“Yep, anyways everyone knew about it, in the town we lived in, in the next town we lived in, So it was like everyone could see my big truma all the time, it wasn’t up to me to trust people enough to share something that was hard for me and that hurt. It was out of my hands and everyone knew including people I didn’t feel safe with or I didn’t know at all. So I get it, in a way. I see your scar I do, but I get that it maybe comes with a pretty sucky story that’s not mine to make assumptions and judgments on. If I’m worthy of knowing then I will, but I will always look you in the eyes, I’m not going to look at your trauma first because you’re Zuko first.”

Zuko stared at Sokka with his mouth open. Sokka looked away and finished strapping Juno into her stoller before looking back up at the other player. When he did Zuko was looking at the wall, his shoulders turned away from the young father.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry about your Mom… I promise I won’t tell anyone, that scar can stay between us for however long you need.”

And before Sokka could stay anything Zuko turned on his heel and walked quickly from the room.

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Sokka wasn’t sure what was up with this Zuko guy, everyone else on the team except Haru and Sokka had played with Zuko last year, so they all seemed to have an unspoken understanding of the reserve alt captain. But Sokka couldn’t even get him to smile. Sokka knew he was funny, he was full of 100% organic grass fed dad jokes for goodness sakes! But no, Zuko would not smile, he would not laugh, actually most of the time he seemed to be trying to not talk to Sokka in general. Which was hard considering Zuko was one of the defensemen and it was his job to protect Sokka, you’d think there would be an effort to become friends.

“Maybe he’s uncomfortable with the whole baby thing?” Suggested Teo from the table where he was copying data to a new chart.

“Nahh, I don’t think so, he even said hi to Juno at the first prac - ohhhhhhh” Sokka fell to the floor from where he was sitting with Juno, she took the opportunity of her opponent on the ground and began to climb on her dad.

“What ohhhhhh?”

“I totally flirted with him after that and told him I was queer and he like panic walked out of the locker room.”

“Ugh so do you think he’s homophobic or something?”

“Maybe or something? I don’t get bully vibes from him more like “I act scary so people won’t pretend to like me and then stab me in the back” vibes from this guy. So maybe it’s just a little internalized stuff and he’s not going to beat me up just might not want to talk about it.”

“Well it sucks either way!”

Juno continued to climb around her Dad trying to stuff toys down his shirt and then take them out again. Sokka kept a hand two inches from her back whenever she got close to standing just incase she decided that gravity no longer applied to her and she tumbled over.

“Hey Sokka, do you think he told anyone? Would your spot be in danger if you were outed?”

A cold feeling settled in his stomach “oh shit, I uh, I didn’t think about that… I don’t think I would be kicked off the team. There are policies like that for the school, but I don’t know about how safe I would be from the boys.”

“Oh,” Teo finally looked up from his laptop and set down his highlighter. “You know if you need someone to back you up, I know I can’t take them in a fight but I am friends with some freelance hackers and I could make their lives living hell.”

“Teo, you my man are one scary dude, and the wheels only add intimidation with that tricked out chair. You’re also a really great friend.”

Teo blushed and shrugged “Eh it’s whatever, us queers in engineering trying to change the way people use bionic tech gotta stick together right?”

“Totally, isn’t Uncle Teo awesome June-Bug?” Sokka picked up his daughter and flew her over his head as she wiggled her legs.

“Too too!”

“Uncle Teo?” teo said quietly from the table.

“Oh, well ya, if you want? Juno needs a village right? And one day you and I are going to start a bionics company together, so ya you’re going to be around for a while right?”

“Right.” Teo smiled.

“Toto!” Juno screamed again.

Both of the boys laughed and the night went on.

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Juno was still asleep and Teo was in the house studying so Sokka took the opportunity to go for a run around his building with the baby monitor clipped on his waist band.

It was rare nowadays that Sokka could get a good run in outside, his feet pounding the pavement, a chance to clear his mind.

He was surprised to see that Zuko apparently had the same idea because soon they were matching each other stride for stride around the complex. It was surprising even after weeks of Zuko evading Sokka at any chance they seemed to be in sync.

They were still going strong when Sokka heard Juno fuss from the monitor and slowed to a stop. Zuko halted a few paces ahead and looked confused.

“Are you tired? We can stop-” Zuko started but Sokka quickly waved him off.

“No it’s Juno, I just want to see if she’s going to go back to sleep herself or whether I have to call Teo to pick her up, or if I should go get her. Come on J-Bug settle down,”

Zuko looking curious came to hover over Sokka’s shoulder looking down at the tiny screen which showed Juno in her crib tossing and turning.

“Come on J look your penguin is right there- YES!” Sokka pumped his fist and did a little dance. “My baby went back to sleep, ah I love you!” He continued speaking to the machine and the sky and skipped around before remembering he had an audience.

It looked like Zuko was thinking about smiling and Sokka thought that that might be worth celebrating too.

“Hehe whoops, sorry man. I just haven't been able to run in forever, it's like she knows when I grab my runners and demands to see me.”

“No worries, Sokka.��

So the two hockey players started up a soft pace again around the building. It came to Sokka's mind that he shouldn’t poke the bear but he also had poor impulse control so as he thought it the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

“So have you outed me to all the guys and should I watch my back?”

Now it was Zuko’s turn to stop, he looked like Sokka slapped him.

“What.”

“Ugh! You know, like I can not talk about it and we can just play the game but - should I be making sure that Juno is safe? If she comes to a practise and I’m leaving will I get roughed up by the guys? Because I can take a hit, but my daughter is off limits. Nothing has happened yet so, my guess is you haven't told anyone, but are you going to?”

“No!” Zuko still looked scared “ Never - do I come off as someone who would do that?” He followed up quietly.

“I don’t know what to say dude, you looked scared out of your mind when I flirted with you and practically ran out when I told you I was Bi and ever since you have avoided me, I just assumed you were uncomfortable.”

Zuko looked around as if to check for monsters around them, then he looked at Sokka. “I won’t tell anyone, I haven't, I swear to you that I have your back if you ever want to say anything about it. Juno is safe, I swear it.”

“Whoa that’s a serious tone shift, Um thank you then.”

There was an awkward pause as the two men regarded each other for a moment.

“Just out of curiosity why did you avoid me after? Was it the baby thing?”

“No, it wasn't the baby thing.” zuko mumbled and toed the dirt with his shoe.

“Okay… but were good now right?”

“Ya”

Sokka turned and started to jog again, and soon enough Zuko caught up and they continued for a few more laps. As they were cooling down Zuko still looked amped up, Sokka was surprised, running usually calmed him down but Zuko seemed jumpy.

“Well this was fun! If I can ever join again it would be nice to have company, even company as quiet as you along.”

“Why don’t you bring Juno in her stroller or something?”

Sokka rubbed a hand behind his neck “ Well her stroller is a second hand one we got when she was born, it’s not the kind I can take running without it falling apart or bouncing my babies brains out. And her Mom and I both had much to offer in genetic smarts so I would like my babies brain to be perfect so she can run the world or something.”

“Oh and I guess running strollers are expensive?”

“Ya a bit, and I already spend so much on her clothes, she just won’t stop growing!”

“Too bad, it was also nice running with you.”

“Wow a real Zuko compliment, be still my beating heart!”

Sokka grabbed his chest and fell back and rolled in the grass. Zuko’s lips tilted up just a fraction and butterflies fluttered in sokka’s stomach.

Just then Juno started to cry in earnest and Teo’s voice came over the monitor. “Uh Sokka is her bottle the one in the door of the fridge or do I make a new one?”

Sokka sighed a little then pressed the intercom button on the monitor “Don’t worry about it Teo I will be up in two. Just start telling her the periodic table or something.”

“See you later Zuko”

“Bye Sokka.”

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Sokka’s head was pounding and his vision was blurry, as he stumbled in the dark to the toilet and heaved.

“Fuck.”

At some piont after the sweating and throwing up he dragged himself back to his room to fetch his phone. Juno was fast asleep in her crib because he had a headache last night and homework took forever, so he had put her down early.

Back in the bathroom he rested his head on the cool tile and dialed up his dad with shaky fingers.

After three rings Hakkoda picked up in a panic “Sokka, are you okay? Is Juno okay? Where are you?”

Sokka squinted his eyes at the loud voice of his Dad ringing around his skull. “Dad? I think I have the flu.”

“Oh bud, okay. What’s going on, how can I help?”

“I had a headache last night so I put J down for bed early then I woke up with a fever, I keep throwing up, Dad I -” Sokka felt a lump in his throat and tears sting his eyes. “Dad I don’t want to her her, she was just so small, and I don’t want her to get sick. I know I have to do this, but i love her so much and I dont want to fuck up - “

The tears fall down his cheeks to the floor.

“Oh son, okay. One you love that kid more than anything you would die before hurting her this I know. Two people get sick, people also get better with rest and the I think I can help with that.”

“Dad I know I’m grown up ish, but can you tell me what to do?”

Hakkoda chuckled on the other end of the line. “Sokka, Bato and I will come pick up Juno in 30 minutes, we will drop off some crackers and gatorade too.”

“Dad- “

“Nope Sokka, you asked so I am telling you what we are going to do. We will come and get our baby girl and take her for a few days, You will email your profs and get your homework sent to you, you can only go to class when you don’t have a fever and if you do you’re going to wear a mask, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good you will email your coaches tell them whats what, when you feel better you can go watch practise, the cool might even be good for the fever, but you will not push yourself. This week will not make or break the rest of your life. So you will sleep, rest, do your work form home, and Juno will play at GB and great Papa’s house. And everything will be okay.”

“Okay. Thank you dad”

“We will be there soon buddy”

So Juno went with his Dad’s and he sent his emails and face planted in his bed and passed out for 6 hours.

Later an hour before practise Sokka’s phone pinged, he groaned and grasped around for his phone.

A text from Fire Prince Zuko

Coaches just said you won’t be at practise tonight. Is everything okay? Is Puck good?

Flu bug, don’t want to mess up that pretty ice with my vomit. Juno seems fine she’s at my Dads house until I’m not dying of the plague

A few minutes went by after that and sokka’s eyes started to fall again. “Ping”

I can drop off soup and tea on my way to practise, which suite is yours in family huas?

Dude its fine I can feed myself

Dude. I’m helping at my uncle’s tea shop today. They have soup and tea, it’s no problem. In fact my uncle insists.

14a second floor

And thank you Z

What are Alt Capts for?

Hakkoda was right, everything was indeed okay in the end. Juno had a blast at her grandparents house and sokka managed to get all of his homework done and even managed to watch a few lectures online courtesy of Teo. Zuko was the anomaly he could’t account for but was grateful for none the less. Whenever he could he stopped by with snacks, soup, tea and even weirder sent cute cat and baby videos at random points during the days.

Within 4 days Sokka felt good enough to go to classes and do some dryland training uring practise and after one more day he was back catching pucks on the rink with his daughter sleeping in the bed next to him one hand fisted on his shirt to make sure her dad didn’t leave.

After that week sometimes Zuko would still stop by with a tea, which Sokka had begun to like even when he wasn’t dying. Except now he would occasionally stay and drink his own tea while they watched juno play on the floor.

Sokka was starting to think he might have a new friend after all…

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#zukka modern au #fanfiction prompt #sokka #zuko #team avatar #modern au

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sunsetinmyvein · 4 years ago

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You Pick a Fight - P2

Eyyyyy it’s prompt time. I have since forgotten what prompt’s @imagine-that-100 gave me from the prompt list for this part two, but hopefully you enjoy it anyway. :P

And I was right, because it wasn’t over. The pool incident was just the start of much more bickering and fighting over nothing that was set to come during the months between Matty and I. We hadn’t known each other all that well prior to that day, but it definitely set the bar for future interactions. Being argumentative and stubborn was just a habit neither of us could break, much to all of our mutual friend’s annoyance. It might’ve been on the verge of immature, since we were both pushing thirty, but neither of us cared. And we never really meant it. Grudges about stolen floaties were not held for long. It was a rare occasion that we genuinely made up and said sorry, but typically by the end of the day we had either forgotten about it or played some prank on the other to feel avenged about our wrong doing. Over the course of many months of arguing and pranking, Matty and I inevitably became closer. Realistically, Matty was probably one of my best friends by this point in my life. We saw each other at least a couple of times a week for various reasons and I enjoyed his company (mostly). But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to constantly one-up him and make sure I destroy him any time he challenges me to anything. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? You gotta know your opponent’s weaknesses to best exploit them.

However, tonight was our regularly scheduled movie night. So, more than likely no arguing would be occurring tonight. The movie had already been picked by democratic vote by the group, which meant there would be no debates about that. Everyone was bringing their own snacks, nothing to fight over. And we rotated who hosted, so no arguments there either. This week it was Matty’s turn. Last week when it had been at my flat, we had picked a comedy movie to watch and ended up receiving a noise complaint from my neighbour about us being “too rambunctious”. I was hoping that we wouldn’t have the same issue to deal with this week given Matty’s much thicker walls. I was cutting up a tray of brownies that I was graciously bringing to share - one of which may or may not have been spiked with cayenne pepper just to spite Matty for last week when he mixed my bag of skittles with m+m’s - while I replayed the events of last week. The details of the movie were actually a bit of a blur, because after the few drinks that I had downed after a rough day at work, I recalled falling asleep. When I woke up, I found myself snoring on Matty’s shoulder. God, that was utterly embarrassing. Other than my snoring, to wake up cosying up to Matty? I’d rather be caught dead. But I must have been too distracted by these memories, because as I was cutting, I slipped and managed to slice open my thumb with my new knife.

I felt the cut the instant it happened, bracing myself for what I might see before I looked down. Sure as shit, all I saw was a lot of red. The first thought to run through my head was that my brownie plan was ruined. I couldn’t serve brownies that had been doused in blood. The second was that I absolutely needed to seal this wound as soon as possible. I raced to the bathroom, grabbing a roll of gauze and wrapping it around my thumb as tightly as I could. Do I call an ambulance? No, this wasn’t an ambulance sort of emergency. Emergency, though. I should go to the emergency room. Now. But I had to let the guys know I wasn’t coming. I could see the gauze starting to turn red as I searched my phone for Matty’s contact. Fuck, I felt so bad for bailing on this movie night given it was our regular thing, but this was really not good. Really, really not good. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

“Hey-”

“Look, I need to go to emergency.” I interrupted in a garbled rush.

“What?” He shouted down the line.

“I need to go to hospital, so I’m not gonna make it tonight.” I explained, slightly slower.

“What did you do?” He asked in an incredulous tone.

“I sliced my thumb open cutting brownies.” I just heard him laughing. “It’s not funny, Matty. I need stitches.” I frowned as I started to grab my essentials. What if they wanted to keep me in overnight? Oh my god, I was absolutely not prepared for something like this. I should have a go bag. Is that a thing normal people did? Have a go bag in case they accidentally injure themselves? Maybe smart people did.

“Do you need me to drive you?” He offered as I was contemplating what exactly I would put in a go bag.

“What? Uh, no. I’m okay. I think.” I rattled off.

“I’ll meet you there.” I heard him say. He what? Why would he want to come to the hospital?

“Wait. No, you don’t-” But he’d already hung up.

Before I left the house, I slapped another few layers of bandage over the gauze on my thumb to try and put some pressure on this cut that was apparently bleeding like a tap by the rate it was turning things red. Driving to the hospital with a thumb as fat as mine was with all the bandages wrapped around it was not easy to say the least, but I managed to get there in one piece. Once I had gotten there, paid for my parking, and then managed to check myself into the ER, I was able to take a seat and decompress slightly. But, the peace and quiet didn’t last long, because not even five minutes after I sat down a familiar face entered through the sliding glass doors.

“Good job.” Matty said as he approached, with a slow clap for emphasis.

“Don’t patronise me.” I scoffed.

“Show me.” He said as he took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to my own.

“It’s okay-”

“Just show me what you did.” He dismissed.

“I mean, I can’t really take this stuff off-” I gestured to my half blood-soaked bandages, “-or it’ll bleed worse.”

He let out a low whistle as he raked a hand through his curls. “Bloody hell.” He muttered under his breath, before glancing up at me. “Pardon the pun.” He added with a smirk.

“Shut up. It’s really not as bad as it looks.” I lied. I was trying to play it down, to pretend like I hadn’t briefly seen how deep that knife went, but I knew that this was definitely very vital that I see a doctor very fucking soon.

He met my gaze, clearly seeing the stress I was trying to hide. “You’re not very convincing.” He chuckled.

Despite my protests about him wanting to wait with me, Matty continued to ramble on about what he had done earlier in the day while we sat in the crowded waiting room. He also told me not to worry about cancelling on the movie night, and thanked me for trying to make brownies. If only he had known what his brownie was going to taste like. But at least he was distracting me from the weird sensation in my thumb. After about half an hour, I was called through to be seen by the nurse - which realistically just meant that I sat and waited in another room for a further ten minutes until I was finally seen by someone. When she walked in, she introduced herself and asked for a run down of the situation as she started gathering some supplies. After I had explained what I had done, she started moving towards my giant wad of bloody fabric.

“I’m gonna look away.” I warned the nurse, she just nodded in response. I felt her unravelling the bandages on my thumb, trying really hard to busy myself by studying the vision tester chart on the wall. She let out a quiet hum as she analysed the situation.

“All right. I am going to put some glue on this now to hold it, but we are going to need to anaesthetise you to properly sort this out. Is that okay?” She asked in a calm tone. They were going to knock me out? It was bad enough to need to be knocked out for?? Holy shit.

“Um, yep.” I nodded. “I suppose it’ll have to be.” I added with a nervous laugh. “When will that be?”

“As soon as they can get you in. Likely in the next few hours.” She answered.

When I came back out of the nurse’s station, I sat back down and told Matty what they had said.

“They need to sedate you?” He asked in shock.

“I’ve apparently done quite a number on myself.” I could feel the stress building up as the realisation set in. Oh my god. I had cut off my thumb. I had cut off my thumb and now they needed to reattach it. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

“Hey, calm down.” He reassured, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be all right.”

“But what if it’s too late? What if I cut too far? What if-”

Thankfully, Matty interrupted my downward spiral of anxiety. “They would’ve told you if that were the case. They’re going to operate, so it must be fine.” He moved to take my good hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing mind as I nodded in agreement. At least one of us was the voice of reason right now. “When are you going in?” He questioned, seeming genuinely sympathetic.

“They said as soon as possible. I just have to wait here until a theatre frees up.” I replied. He just nodded thoughtfully. “You should go back to the movie night.” I said, eventually feeling guilty that he’d already been sat waiting here for an hour.

“No.” He shook his head as he rifled through his pocket. “You want some gum?” He asked, holding a packet out in my direction.

I looked down at them apprehensively. “They’re not some ridiculous flavour, are they?”

He laughed loudly. “No, I threw the wasabi ones out.”

It was another hour before I was finally called through to get ready for theatre. Now I was genuinely feeling pretty awful that Matty had been here this whole time. We had well and truly pushed past dinner time, he’d missed the movie, our friends were all sat at his place without him. He can’t have been having a good time stuck here with me.

“Okay, I gotta go in.” I said as I stood up.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He smiled up at me from his seat.

“Just go home, I’ll be fine.” I said as I gestured to the door.

“No.” He grinned.

“Go.”

“No.” His dark brown eyes bore into mine, clearly challenging me to push him further on the subject.

“I hate you, so much.” I grumbled as I heard the nurse call my name again.

“I love you, too.” He said, blowing a kiss for emphasis as I walked off.

The doctors all reassured me that the operation was going to be quick and easy. Knock me out, stitch me up, wake me up fifteen minutes later. Easy peasy. I had never had any issues with operations, being knocked out was easy. It was the stuff you had to be awake for that was hard. True to their word, when I saw the clock when I started coming to, it had been no more than half an hour than when I last checked the time. But my god I felt groggy. My brain felt like it had been replaced with a bunch of cotton balls and my eyelids might as well have been made of lead. I glanced down at my thumb, seeing a much smaller pile of bandages on there, that were now thankfully not soaked in blood. That was nice. I then caught sight of the man sat next to my bed.

“Hey, you’re up.” Matty said quietly as he stepped over. As soon as he leaned over the bed frame, the fluorescent lights above him just illuminated his dark, curly hair. Holy shit. It looked borderline angelic. “How’re you feeling?”

“Your hair…” I mumbled as I reached out my good hand to touch it.

He seemed surprised by my actions at first, before letting my run a hand through it. “What about it?” He asked with a quiet laugh.

“It’s really soft.” I answered, genuinely quite surprised by how nice it felt. “Has it always been that soft?” I felt like I had been missing out. I could’ve been touching this hair for nearly a year now and instead I had been swapping his shampoo for ranch dressing and perfume.

Matty seemed keen to indulge my anaesthesia haze, letting me bother him with all of my weird questions about his hair. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. I did a lot of mean shit to him and here he was, sat with me in emergency all evening instead of hanging out with his friends. After the pranks I’d pulled, I likely didn’t deserve a friend like him. But he’d pulled them on me too. We were a pretty good pair, I suppose. And I had no idea if it was this lighting or what, but dare I say, Matty was looking pretty attractive today. Had I really just been so focused on butting heads with him that I never noticed these things before?

“Are you sure you really look this good? I feel like I must still be dreaming.” I said, pretending to shield my eyes.

He frowned, before the realisation dawned on him and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

“Don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.” He chuckled.

“How else am I meant to pick you up?” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes.

“Are you trying to?” He asked as a smile slowly made its way onto his face.

“Maaaaybe.” I said in an attempt to be non-committal, but then my curiosity got the better of me. “Is it working?”

“I’m gonna remind you of this when you’re properly out of the anaesthetic.” He just looked amused. Not the reaction I had hoped for. But I was too tired to keep trying to come up with clever lines.

“Okay.” I muttered, nodding softly. “Gon’ sleep now, though.” I added.

“Rest up.” He agreed. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get to deal with me giving you shit for this tomorrow.”

Part one

Part three

#Matthew Healy x Reader #Matty Healy x Reader #Sunsetinymvein #Sunsetinmyvein prompts #Sunsetinymvein requests

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fuckinuchihas · 4 years ago

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Marry Me

HINATA MEETS A TALL S/O @nekxrizawa

Continuation of Hinata meeting a tall S/O

PART ONE

FLUFF, 920 words

The arena was far more crowded than you expected for a volleyball game, not that you underestimated it or anything it’s just...volleyball hadn’t really ever sprung your interest.

You only ever seemed to have time for one thing in your life and basketball was your first love. It was what you dreamt about, what you thought about, what you worked for, what you woke up wanting, it was your heart.

“Are you sure we can get in...it seems pretty crowded,” you say, as Sugawara led you through the building.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get in.” He gave you a fond smile as he shook his head. Sometimes, even though you’d only had a few interactions with him at the bakery, he treated you like someone he’s known for years. It was...sweet but also a little confusing.

You trusted his judgement, hoping in vain that you weren’t too far from the floor. Knowing from experience players look smaller from the nosebleed section.

It took another five minutes but eventually you were being guided through a set of double doors that hadn’t previously been open only to realize you were standing on the court, literally on it.

“I-” you started, but Sugawara interrupted you.

“We can sit over here. Hinata should be out soon, I texted him.”

“Oh I don’t know if we should bother hi-”

“Sugaaaaaaaaaa!!!!” Came a loud squealing voice, catching you off guard until you turned to see those same big brown eyes and curly red hair you’d had on your mind all day.

“Hinata, I literally just saw you a few hours ago…” he teases, but he allows the guy to hug him tightly anyway.

“Suga, Suga I have amazing news!” he says, not even noticing you’re there.

So much for that first impression, you guess…

“Oh?”

“I met my future wife at your shop today,” he says, bouncing on his feet.

You try very hard not to cough on the water you just drank.

It’s impossible to miss Sugawara’s smile pulling to the side and into a smirk but your gaze flicks back down to Hinata and you swallow.

“Oh really?” he asks, “Did you ask her out, get her phone number, name, anything?”

Hinata’s eyes go wide and then sad as his lips draw into a pout but before he completely loses his form, Sugawara cups his chin, and slowly turns his face to the left where you’re in perfect view. He nearly stops there, but then quickly angles Hinata’s head toward the ceiling so he’s looking more closely at your face than...what was eye level.

“It’s you!” he says, his face flushed red immediately. He looks over you again and then turns back to his friend and whispers, “Suga, am I dreaming?”

Sugawara just shakes his head at him, apparently used to his antics, and points toward some seats on the ground level. “I’ll be waiting over there, you can join me when you’re ready.”

He leaves you alone with Hinata and suddenly your stomach is floaty and you feel a lot more shy than usual. “I uh- sorry again about this morning. Really it was probably my fault. I was trying to beat you to the carrot cake muffins,” you say, hopefully playing everything off as a joke.

“Oh no that’s okay, I um, I’m actually pretty clumsy, though I guess I maybe shouldn’t have told you that- but since I did, do you um, would you maybe like clumsy guys...maybe?” he asks, and it’s so fucking adorable you can’t help but smile and chuckle at his cuteness.

“Sometimes,” you say with a soft nod. “Especially when they’re adorable redheads with a lot of energy and a bright smile...and a love of sports.”

His eyes go wide, “Hey that sounds like me!”

You laugh, “It sure does,” you agree, shaking your head as you move closer to the place where Sugawara is holding a seat for you. Before you get completely out of earshot though, you turn to him and answer, “Play hard today, okay? You can win!”

You weren’t quite sure what kind of teams were playing or how good Hinata actually was, but encouraging him felt like second nature to you even only after a few shared words.

As you waited for the other players to come out and for the game to start Sugawara explained the more basic principles of the game and all the positions. He also never failed to slip in little facts about Hinata to keep your attention.

Just after the first whistle blew after they were done with the lineup, he smiled over at you and then looked down to where Hinata was stretching on the sidelines. “Just wait till you see him fly.”

“Fly?” you ask, but he didn’t say anything further.

Less than a minute into the match you learned what Sugawara was talking about.

Hinata jumped and seemed to climb higher and go farther than even you, who towered over half a foot taller than him, had managed to do.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, he does that to people.”

“Pop!” The ball shot down on the other side of the court so quickly that it seemed everyone in the stadium were open mouth gasping at the spiked hit.

“Marry me,” you whispered to yourself but you weren’t the only one who heard it.

Sugawara sat next to you laughing, loudly. That is until you poked him in the side with your elbow, heat flushing your face and neck.

#not naruto #haikyuu!!#Haikyuu #hinata #hinata x reader #Hinata meets his tall queen #fluff #my stuff #for Elle

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years ago

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020 || Day Ten: Swimming ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Hyūga Neji, Hyūga Natsu, Hyūga Hanabi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: What Could Have Been ] [ AO3 Link ]

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“Last one to the Naka’s a rotten egg!”

Feet thump loudly against the engawa, shaded from the scorching afternoon sun.

“W-wait for me! Nīsan!” Lighter steps follow at a stumbled pace.

Looking over his shoulder as he chases after Shisui, Itachi smiles. “Come on, Sasuke.”

“B-but -!”

“Gotta get fast if you’re gonna be a shinobi someday!” Shisui calls back, turning and making a face with hands waving by his head only to disappear in a flicker.

“Tch, showoff…” Deciding the race is hardly fair if his cousin is resorting to shunshin, Itachi instead waits for Sasuke to catch up at the end of the porch. “Here, I’ll carry you.”

“No, I can do it!” the younger brother insists stubbornly, marching past his brother’s proffered hand with puffed cheeks.

Amused by his stubbornness, Itachi just chuckles to himself before following.

Summer is here yet again, and that means another miserable season of heat in Hi no Kuni. And with it being the last one before Sasuke starts at the Academy this coming Spring, the trio of Uchiha youths intend to make the best of it. So far they’ve been swimming, fishing, and even training on the river that runs along the rear of the clan compound. Sasuke’s still learning to keep his balance atop the water, but he’s bound and determined to learn before starting his classes.

He’s going to be the best in his year! Just like his brother was, and Shisui before him! That’s what it means to be an Uchiha.

But for now, training isn’t on the agenda: instead, it’s a day devoted purely to dipping into the cool flow of the Naka. Both Shisui and Itachi have time off from missions, and that means spending it instead with Sasuke.

Shisui, as predicted, arrives first, skidding to a stop off of a final flicker. Beneath the sun, the water glitters like sapphires. “Whoo! Looks great!” With a shrug he sheds his shirt, sandals kicked from his feet only to dance around on the hot sand along the bank. “Ow ow ow!”

“Get in!” Itachi encourages from behind, laughing as his cousin hops atop the water rather than in. “You know, for a supposed genius, you certainly have your questionable moments.”

Over his shoulder, Shisui shoots a pouting glare. “Shuddup, Itachi.”

Waddling over with his pair of arm floaties, Sasuke grins at the water. It looks so good…! “Nīsan, can I get in?”

“Sunscreen first,” the elder brother instructs, covering every inch of Sasuke left bare beyond his t-shirt and swim trunks. “Don’t need a sunburn, hm?”

“Shisui-nī didn’t put any on,” Sasuke grumbles, holding still for his brother nonetheless.

“That’s because Shisui is an idiot,” Itachi replies lightly, ignoring a holler of indignation from his cousin.

“I don’t burn, I tan!”

“Then I expect no complaints from you by the end of the day,” Itachi counters, straightening as he finishes with Sasuke. “There you go - be sure to be quick, the sand is hot.”

Sasuke nods obediently, shuffling as close as he dares before removing his shoes and hopping into the lazy current before his toes broil. Instantly, cool relief from the blazing sun washes over him, laughing aloud at the splash he makes.

“Hey there!” Shisui greets with a grin, splashing back and earning a happy squeal from his little cousin. “Gonna practice your suiton?”

Rather than reply, Sasuke starts duking it out as best he can, batting at the water’s surface in a duel. Of course, he’s no real match for Shisui, and soon finds himself soaked as the latter laughs.

“C’mon, you can do better than that!”

It’s then Itachi joins them, smiling. “Bullying my little brother, are you?”

“Whaaat? No, we’re just -!” With a yelp, Shisui cuts off as water washes over him at Itachi’s urging. Sputtering, he wipes his face before demanding, “What was that for?!”

“Reparations,” is all Itachi offers, boosting Sasuke atop his shoulders as he wades in deeper.

“Reparations my a-”

“Shisui, Itachi, Sasuke.”

Turning, the trio find Fugaku standing on a bridge nearby, overlooking the water.

“Tōsan,” Itachi quickly greets respectfully. “Is something wrong?”

“We have guests today,” his father replies.

“...oh. Should we -?”

“As a matter of fact, they’re here to enjoy the water as well.” Fugaku then allows a rugged grin. “The Hyūga children will be here soon. Do keep an eye on them.”

Itachi brightens in surprise. “...yes, sir.” As the patriarch leaves, he turns to Shisui. “...did you know about this?”

“No, not a clue. Surely the Hyūga have, like...a pool or something, right? They seem the type to splurge on something like that.”

“I’m honestly not sure. Perhaps not, if that is why they are really here. Though it might be subtle clan relations in disguise.”

At that, Shisui shrugs. “Well, doesn’t hurt either way.”

Still atop his brother’s shoulders, Sasuke asks, “Are we still gonna go swimming?”

“Yes, Sasuke. We can stay. We’ll just have...company. Is that all right?”

The shy boy hesitates a hair. “...yeah.”

“Don’t worry, Sasuke. It’ll be fine,” Shisui assures him with a grin. “One of them’s gonna be in your class next year, right? Maybe you can make friends early!”

He considers that, quiet.

Twenty minutes later, a small entourage arrives: three children - one a toddler - escorted by a young Hyūga woman.

“Are you the Uchiha heirs?” she calls from the riverbank.

Itachi, as always, takes charge, closing the distance and bowing respectfully. “I am Fugaku’s eldest son, Itachi. This is my brother Sasuke, and our cousin Shisui.”

She manages a light smile. “I am Hyūga Natsu, the girls’ caretaker. Neji, their cousin, is with us today. Your father arranged for us to visit and make use of the river during this hot day.”

“Of course. Would you like someplace to sit, Hyūga-san?”

“Oh, I’m all right -”

As Itachi negotiates with the eldest of them, Sasuke watches the middle pair from the water. One is a boy, tawny-haired. The other a girl, short and clearly nervous. He’s met them on occasion before when their clans interact, but...he’d hardly call them friends. Neji and Hinata, respectively: and little baby Hanabi, about a year old if he recalls correctly.

“Come on in, guys!” Shisui calls from behind him, making him jump. “Water’s great!”

Neji, dressed nearly the same as Sasuke (sans the flotation devices) looks to the water critically, not replying. Hinata, on the other hand, almost shies from it in her frilly one-piece.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to keep an eye on you. No one’s getting swept downriver on my watch! I promise it’s safe. Want a hand?”

As Shisui indeed offers one, Neji seems to sniff proudly, easing into the water on his own to midriff height and just sort of...standing there.

Hinata, on the other hand, remains frozen in place.

“C’mon, Hina-chan! Nothing to be afraid of!”

Looking anything but reassured, she nonetheless eases forward until her toes are at the water’s edge, still in their sandals.

Watching her unreadably, Sasuke then paddles his way forward until he can stand, walking slowly up the bank and...offering a hand.

Pale eyes dropping to it, Hinata then looks back up to him, confused.

“...it feels nice,” is all he offers, tone a bit muttered with a pout as he glances aside.

She hesitates, glancing to Neji only for him to pointedly ignore her. Natsu, still talking with Itachi, is also out of reach. Shisui, behind his cousin, gives encouraging thumbs-up. So, after one last mustering of courage, Hinata reaches out...and takes Sasuke’s hand.

Ever so slowly, he convinces her to walk out into the water until it’s up to their navels. Hinata’s eyes constantly flicker around, as though expecting some great disaster. Is she scared of water or something…?

“There, see?” Shisui offers, wading his way over. “Nothing to be frightened of! We come out here all the time. It’s safe as can be!”

Watching Hinata as she does her best to relax, Ssuke offers a nervous smile as she looks back at him.

“Here, watch this!”

Feeling hands in his armpits, Sasuke’s eyes go wide as his cousin plucks him out of the water. “Shisu-!” Then with a toss, he finds himself thrown out into the deeper water.

Everyone stops to watch, including a flabbergasted Itachi.

Weight carrying him down beneath the surface, Sasuke’s cheeks puff with held air, arms waving in an attempt to carry himself upward. Between that and his floaties, he soon breaches with a gasp, water dripping down his head.

“See? He’s fine!” Shisui laughs, not noticing Itachi and his killer intent stalking back into the river.

Paddling back as the other pair start bickering, Sasuke’s feet soon find the bottom and haul him back to Hinata’s depth. Her expression is extremely scandalized.

“A...are you o-okay?!”

Shaking his head to rid himself of some water, Sasuke thunks a palm to his temple to empty an ear. “Yeah, I’m fine. He does that a lot when nīsan isn’t looking.’

“But...wasn’t that s-scary…?”

“The first time, yeah. But then I got used to it. I swim real good now,” he boasts.

“I...I’ve never gone s...swimming before.”

“Really? Not ever?”

She shakes her head, hands curled at her chest.

“It’s really fun, though! Want me to teach you?”

“...um...d-does that mean I...get thrown…?”

“Nah, not until you get good at it.”

“There will be no more throwing,” Itachi then offers, stepping up with what is clearly a forced smile as Shisui nurses a bruise on his ribs. “We can sit here on the bank if you prefer, Hinata-chan. So long as we are in the water, we can stay cool.”

“O...okay.” Tucking in a shallow spot, she hugs her knees, watching as Shisui floats lazily in an eddy in the current, around and around.

Sasuke sits beside her, observing as Natsu gently lowers Hanabi’s feet into the very edge. “...sorry about scaring you.”

“It...it’s okay. It w-wasn’t your fault,” she mumbles.

“I promise swimming’s not scary. Shisui’s just an idiot,” Sasuke parrots from his elder brother. His lips lift as Hinata giggles.

“M...maybe next time I’ll try. But...it’s still nice sitting h...here.”

“Yeah…” Sasuke leans back on his palms. “So...you’re gonna come back again?”

“Um...m-maybe. If my father says it’s...it’s okay.”

“...that would be cool.”

She glances to him, large eyes curious. “...yeah...it would.”

Welp, it’s...very late, but I got this done! And both it and the previous one are longer than I intended...so much for keeping things short xD Aaanyway, this is just some fluff. While it could be considered canon since it’s pre-massacre, I pictured this in a non-massacre verse. Which I’m usually not very big on writing since it’s almost...boring in a way? But I figured it would add to the wholesome factor xD While I personally associate Hinata with water (I mean...I make her a water type trainer in my Pokémon verse, a water mage in my fantasy verse, a waterbender in my AtLA verse...lol), I can also see her being rather sheltered from anything “dangerous” and unnecessary when young, including swimming. I have a feeling it’d be something covered in the Academy at the very least, given that walking on water is a shinobi skill, and surely using water for stealth approaches and whatnot. But here she’s a wee babe, so we’ll say she’s not learned yet for fluff’s sake xD But on that note, I really gotta go sleep, it’s...super late, whoops. BUT I’m caught up again! Will likely fall behind again before this is over but I’ll keep chuggin’ along - thanks for reading!

#sasuhinabigflash2020 #shbf2020 #sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #uchiha shisui #hyūga neji #hyūga natsu #hyūga hanabi #what could have been [ canon verse ]

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kariachi · 5 years ago

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Been looking forward ot this one y’all- The Greatest Lake, which supposedly contains not just Hex (easily one of the funnest of the reboot’s villains) but also Kevin (who is, of course, the perfect being)! It’s bound to be wonderful, with a combo like that, and we’ll finally get an answer to the age-old question-

Does Hex go in the fucking pit

Another Kelly Turnbull episode! Which, again, means this is gonna be a good episode for story and visuals! I swear this woman is a fucking goddess.

You should’ve known better to cannonball around Ben, Gwen, we had a whole episode about this

Max has rented a speedboat for the sake of aquatic athletics

Attack of the killer lake. And here I thought you only had to worry about that if you were a Saturday

Erie’s gotten more handsy since I was last out there

Ben: Some bad guy must be trying to make me look bad at kneeboarding! Gwen: Yeah, that’s why you suck

Hi Hex

He’s not even paying attention, he’s busy reading

Hex: Stop bothering the beachgoers, we’ve got work to do Water Spirits: Sure boss

The Sword of MacGuffin. Of course. Of course that’s what he’s looking for. I love this show so much you guys.

Hex: *sees Ben* I see not even the sanctity of the Canadian border can stop your incessant pestering!

Just jumping straight to annihilation today

Welp, Hex having to choose between having an elemental army or blasting the Tennysons into the stratosphere

Hex: Fuck it, I got work to do and elemental armies to lead, my apprentice can handle this

Ben: “What kind of loser would actually wanna work with Hex?“ Kevin: “Hey!”

My son, y’all

Look at him

He’s got a matching hood and everything

And floaties

Floaties my son can’t even float

Dear gods save me this is too adorable

I mean he has a hood to match Hex’s that’s so fucking cute!

Even the Forever Dipshit didn’t even fucking bother to get him into the aesthetic! Of course I suppose Hex and Kevin’s aesthetics are easier to make work together

I swear Hex if you fuck this up I will have your head on a pike as a warning to any other adults that might run into Kevin, even if we’re mostly out of them

My booooyyyyy

Have I mentioned one of the floaties is a fucking giraffe one I mean my god

When you have to mute the show otherwise you will be overwhelmed because your son is on the screen and you are dying

Oh my fuck Kevin accusing Ben of being jealous that Hex took him under his wing lords preserve me

The thing is it’s not even like there’s nothing for Hex to build off with him I mean we all saw what Charmcaster was able to do with his poetry, if he can learn to make that shit work for himself he’ll be a true fucking terror.

Hex: “Not ‘intern’, apprentice. We’re sorcerers, not cubicle dwellers.”

How did these two even meet? How did this happen? How long has it been happening? Inquiring minds need to know

Oh look, a vaguely greek temple in Lake Erie.

Hex: “I haven’t had a plan work this seamlessly all summer. I’d be moved to tears if this eyeliner were waterproof.”

“Mr. Goth Wizard, sir?” my fucking god this child is too precious. Don’t fuck this up, Hex, for all our sakes!

Hex, leaving Kevin, quote, ‘in charge of destroying the Tennyson whelps’ while he heads for the temple so he can get this sword

Kevin is actually listening to what he’s told without the need for putdowns or belittling or any mouthiness on his part so far. This either a bad sign for how he’s taking the way these adults have been treating him so far or a good sign of how his time with Hex has been going

Hex: Have them destroyed by the time I get back Kevin: Don’t you wanna test the sword out in them? Hex: No, I want you to do as you’re told

And there we go, I’ve been here long enough it’s all a spiral from this point.

Kevin: *grumbles about how he better be learning some damn good magic to be putting up with this shit*

1) Ben picking Rath to fight in a lake. Because this child. 2) My son has spells. This is either going to be awesome or sad

Oh thanks show, cut to Hex why don’t you

The spell on the door takes so much mana to take out that the damn thing tried to eat Hex

And Max and Gwen have taken advantage of Kevin being distracted with Ben to take out Hex’s elementals

Hex is, how you say, not pleased

I really don’t know what he expected, given he can’t handle the Tennysons, but sure, your apprentice is gonna do better

Kevin is just having too much fun messing with Ben

I cannot help but feel, Hex, that you could’ve handled this whole mess smarter. Step one: I’m fairly certain apprentices aren’t supposed to be thrown out as a distraction while you go around doing magic without them

Kevin pls do not call your teacher a loser while he is in the area, given your track record...

Oh gods, he’s claiming Hex promised him the sword if this all works out and just, it ain’t

“You know he doesn’t care about you right?” Ben, honeybunch, I hate to have to actually say it, but so far with Kevin? Nobody fucking does. Like, that’s not even an armor-piercing question, that’s like stepping out and going “you know the sky’s still blue, right?” The closest we came to a non-Tennyson giving a rats ass about Kevin was Vin, and then he turned out to give more of a damn about having the approval of other adults than the did any child. Fucking Max is the most stable adult figure in his life by far and it’s not exactly a high bar to reach. Every other adult didn’t care about him, every single one, and if you’re gonna be trying to get through to Kevin with revelations then you may wanna figure that out!

*deep breath* I’m calm. I’m chill. I’m calm.

Kevin throws Ben into Hex on accident, not gonna end well

Oh lords Kevin’s not even using spells he was taught, he’s testing new material on Ben because of course he is

Although can we discuss the fact that he was doing well with it? Which means either he’s been practicing it on his own time or he’s got a natural talent for this shit, and given what his poetry did it could go either way

Oh lords ‘The Ancient Magi Code’ and talk of how he’s supposed to fucking follow it includes being expected to follow Hex’s instructions to the letter. Because we’ve all seen how well Kevin takes orders. I mean lords he was already getting aggravated about it earlier, even as he did it. He’s been positively behaving by his own standards.

And lo, arguing breaks out between the teacher who’s really not that good at it and who is very tradition focused, and the student who is very much an independent soul who doesn’t take orders well and needs a more... positive approach.

Welp.

Can we just discuss the growth, the difference between Kevin here and Kevin when he was working with the Forever Dipshit? There’s actual concern about having fucked up here, for one, which he never showed with regards to FD despite the fact that one tried to kill him at one point for not following orders exactly. Just, if nothing else it’s a good indicator of the difference between his relationships with the two, where one is a teacher and semi-reasonable at least while the other was just, a complete piece of shit. I mean Hex taught Kevin magic and practiced it with him, promised him a fucking sword, while FD just gave him a tv dinner and a bad attitude

“-unabashed, unrepentant incompetence!” Goddamn, Hex, breathe! Also the boy ain’t incompetent he’s just fucking 11. That’s at the low end for apprenticing, even historically, and you’ve also got the fact that he’s an independent little sod and that you’ve been treating him more like a minion than an apprentice today (it’s a big difference). This is a fuck-up, and the arguing back is annoying, but still the situation with him is manageable.

My poor son did not expect major consequences, such as being dropped as an apprentice and losing the fucking shit that was helping him use magic period

Hex, fucking done, is getting that fucking sword if it kills him so he can have one fucking success this summer

Kevin, as always, does not take such insults lightly. Cue ‘out for blood’ face

Ben: “I can’t stand you, and even I thought Hex was being a real jerk back there” Kevin: “Yeah, I was doing a pretty good job kicking your butt before he distracted me”

All said while the Tennysons are picking up a Kevin out of the lake. I swear this is just the only way this boy knows to interact with people

Okay I paused after Hex fucking unveiled the temple again sent the whole groups crashing to the bottom of the lake as an offhand consequence and y’all the look on my boy’s face when he hears Hex growling about needing that damn sword. The fucking sad puppy eyes!

Look at that face!! My poor baby! He is so sad and so hurt!

Ben and Kevin, working together to kick Hex’s giant water elemental’s butt

Oh my fuck mutual transformation sequence. wtf is this Sailor Moon?

Kevin, noticing Ben has armored aliens now: Bitch!

The problem, is that much as I try I can’t mention everything. There’s so much good

Kevin, as Bootleg: Get out the boat, I’m hijacking it Gwen: No Kevin: Okay *hijacks it with them inside*

Gwen: *incredible excited to now have a boat with a canon because Kevin is awesome like that* Max: *concerned about whether Boatleg meets safety standards*

“Useless child. I can retrieve the Sword of MacGuffin without his assistance.” I don’t believe anyone was claiming otherwise, Hex. Although I think you’re going to find it difficult to do with him actively working against you. I’m afraid they’re his only settings

Max, on the giant water elemental: Maybe it just needs a friend and a big hug Kevin: Unlikely

Gwen, coming in with the plan to save the day

Even as a boat Kevin is a very agile little thing

Here lies Hex, dead of lake

Oh my gods dark magic is against the rules of the lake

Kevin: That was probably my only chance to use a cool cursed sword. Thanks a lot, Tennyson. Ben: Bitch!

Ben making the valid point that Kevin was at real risk of having to suck up to Hex for the next several millennia

The fucking cop telling Hex to get with the century and invest in some waterproof eyeliner

This just in, both boys are equally shit at kneeboarding.

10/11, Hex doesn’t go in the pit, but he may wanna be careful the next time he shares an episode with Kevin

#achi liveblogs #ben 10 2.os #he was actually one of the better ones sadly enough

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jawllines · 6 years ago

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vamp harry vamp harry vamp harry but aLSO i saw an anon suggested a super cute update from the tattoo h fic where they get into a fight and yn doesn’t talk to him and h is all sad and pouty bc he just wants a cuddle now and realized he’s wrong and I NEED THAT now pls

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO POST THE WEDDING BLURB DIDN’T I? I WILL POST IT UNDER THE CUT

“Harry when’s the last time you went to a wedding?”

“1840.” Harry answered without a second thought, frowning down at the carrot he was chopping.

Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to that, no matter how many times he mentions the various years in which he was inhabiting a spot on the planet when Y/N’s grandparents weren’t even a glimmer in their own parent’s eyes. Understandably, this quick response caught her off guard, her brows dipping downward and a gaze overwrought with confusion as she wiggled herself in her spot on the counter, “Whose?”

“Queen Victoria and Prince Albert; I wore a beautiful tailored original flared frock coat -- reckon m’the one who brought it into style, everyone gives Albert the bloody credit -- and my date wore this gorgeous silk satin off the shoulder dress,” he takes a look to her, “Not a real date mind you, her father paid me a lump some of money to take her with me so she could get courted and sadly my little human wasn’t there to accompany me.” He runs his finger down the sides of the blade, swiping off any diced carrot that clung to it down to the cutting board, “Lovely reception, I stole a dance with her.”

Y/N grins, seeing him smiling fondly at the thought of it and she’s positively elated. She’d been rather nervous to bring a wedding up to him -- not because she wanted one herself, no, at least not right now. However, she got a costly parchment paper invitation to her friend Caroline from Sophomore year film studies (one of those where they were really close then, and they simply just fell out of touch apart from a spontaneous conversation every now and again) wedding. She figures because she’d been the person to set them up with limited help from Niall who was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t lost his virginity at the time so “Why should I help someone else get their dick wet, huh?” But it had worked out well. She always liked their pictures together and felt a small glimmer of pride when she saw that they were still together since she was the matchmaker of the century.

“Welllllll, we were invited to a wedding! Minus the frock coats though,” he slides the carrots from the cutting board into a bowl so he could add it all together and mix it, “Plus, I haven’t gotten to get a new dress for anything in a long while and I’m kinda itching to spend money on something cute.”

Harry turns to face her, that permanent furrow planted deep in his brow, “I bloody hate weddings.” He stated plainly and Y/N’s face warps to match his own.

“What?” She nearly cries out, “But you just said --”

“There’s a reason the last wedding I went to was 1840, Little human.” He shakes his head, moving to chopped carrots to the broccoli, diced onions, ginger root, halved green beans, ginger root and garlic; he was making her a Ginger Veggie Stir-fry (he’s still very much pro-health considering the turmoil he puts her body through when he drinks from her, and she had a particularly shitty dinner of ordered in greasy, cheese pizza the night prior considering Harry had been working late and those are her only cheat days) and he was being quite diligent. It was the first time he was making it so it was probably a bad idea springing this on him while he was in his chef state of mind (because nothing matters as much as his dishes when he’s cooking). “The ceremonies are long and drawn out, the vows are contrived, you’re expected to stay for the reception and dance and eat the disgusting excuse for a mass produced dinner.” He shakes his head, the thought of it absurd in his mind, “Human weddings are meaningless; they divorce just as quick as they enter them most of the time. All that time and money wasted for what? A piece of paper? It’d made me irate before but now that I know what true love is with you, it only makes me angrier that they try to prove their love with that.”

Though his last statement had brought her cheeks warm and rendered her heart a bit mushy, she could feel herself deflate immensely. She couldn’t force him to an event that he didn’t want to attend -- he never made her accompany him to the two hour long meetings he was often stuck in, how could she make him come with her? It was long and albeit beautiful, the ceremony was rather boring, and the receptions could either be really fun or terrible, and the wedding cake -- god, you have to pray that they didn’t spend hundreds on something that tasted grocery store quality at best. But she hadn’t been to one in so long and there was some part of her that secretly loved them, even if she didn’t technically participate as anything but a face for the bridesmaid’s to look out at when they were trying to keep their mind off their cramping feet. She supposes that she could go with her friends or tag along with Niall and his date, but neither would be as fun as she thinks it would be with Harry, no matter his grumpy nature.

“Regardless of my distaste for them, I will attend with you,” he adds a few moments after his initial tirade and Y/N looks up, a new light in her step when she realizes he is looking at her, “I’m interested in how they have changed over time, and I don’t like when you look disheartened by something I’ve said. Wipe that sad little pout of your mouth my love.”

She sucks her bottom lip back into her mouth, biting down on a smile, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though -- don’t want to force you into it.”

Harry pauses his cooking, walking towards where she sits on the counter and parting her legs for him to fit between, hands remaining on her thighs, “Would going to this wedding make you happy?” He inquires and when she nods, he strokes her skin with his thumbs, the metal of his rings coaxing goosebumps to the surface, “Then I will go. Little human, if you are happy, I am happy, however I do request you let me feed from the tender flesh of your thigh as my repayment for enduring such an interminable proclamation of human love. And that you do not make me dance.”

Y/N agrees to both happily, grinning wide and slipping her arms around his neck, peppering kisses onto his cheeks in rapid succession, “You can suck me dry through my thighs if you want to! And no dance floor shenanigans, promise.”

She had her fingers crossed around his head though -- she could get him on the dancefloor she bets.

Harry allows her kisses before puckering his own lips, and Y/N pushes their mouths together. It only lasts but a moment though, because Harry slips from her hold and pats on her thighs, “Now get off the counter, I need the space for the rest of the food.”

. . .

The day of the wedding, Y/N woke up at 7AM to an already showered and partially dressed Harry fixing up the buttons on his white blouse. Perhaps she was a bit melodramatic, since the wedding didn’t start until 10AM and they were maybe just a half hour away from the venue, but she scrambled from the bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?” She had cried out, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and detangle from the cotton sheets spread over her bed, “We’re g’na be late!”

“You told me not to wake you until 7:05.” He had reminded her, “I woke early so that you would have ample space and time in the shower.”

She pauses on her way to the bathroom because she remembers this very distantly and the fact that he had woken earlier than needed to get ready himself, makes her reroute to where he stood in front of her mirror. Kissed him quickly, murmured a quick, “Thank you, love you,” as her apology for panicking, before she scattered to back to the bathroom. In a haste she showers, shaves, lotions up, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and does her hair in the course of forty minutes. She walks out of her bathroom to be met with Harry taking her dress from where it hung freshly pressed on the door (he’d insisted on it, even if it was just a floaty floral number), holding it until she could pull up a pair of underwear on and wrestle with a bra.

“Slow down,” he commands gently when she rushes to grab the dress from him, holding it just out of her reach, “We have plenty time, Little human, we’re not the ones getting married.”

Which -- well, that was true, she supposes. Something about having an event to go to makes her a little jittery, moving too quickly and rushing; it’s like homecoming and prom all over again, only this time she had a vampire boyfriend who was incredible at handling stressful moments, carefully helping her into her dress. He took a glittery necklace he’d bought her from her jewelry dish atop of her dresser, and slid it around her throat and clipped the two ends together. A vampire boyfriend who also sweetly reminded her to take her iron supplement because, “Tonight, m’getting between those thighs lovely.”

The drive was alright; there was some traffic and she’d been worried when she saw how backed up the highway had been, but they got there forty minutes before the ceremony and secured a spot near the front where Niall had saved them seats. Harry entertained her with stories of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, and also trying to act as human-like as he can when they have any sort of interaction with the people around them. Like when Y/N spots another old friend (Adaline) sat in front of them and they begin chatting, catching up some at where they were in life, and who the men sitting beside them were. She’d made the comment, “What do you guys think of the venue? It’s lovely.”

Harry had answered unprompted, as he hadn’t really spoken much in their conversation other than, “It isn’t St. James Palace, but I suppose it’s fine. Hope she can stand up to the likes of Queen Victoria.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, a dribble of panic slipping down her spine because she wasn’t ready to give the fake “he reads history books in his free time” explanation that he’d given Niall over Harry’s outlandish comments, but she doesn’t have to. Adaline only laughs, shaking her head and pointed her finger at Y/N, “Course you would find someone with the same sense of humor as you, lucky dog. Adam can never tell when m’joking or not.”

She has to pretend that she isn’t concerned that her joking sounds like Harry’s very serious tone but merely patted Harry’s thigh, giving it a loving squeeze, and when she looks to him he is smiling to himself. He rather enjoyed when people found him funny, and what he enjoyed even more, was Y/N trying to dig their way out of a ditch he’d begun digging them.

The ceremony was beautiful; Caroline looked stunning in her dress, a proper gown embellished with beading and lace appliques fitted to her torso and fanning out into the longest train Y/N doesn’t think she’s seen in real life before. Harry held her hand during the duration of it and swipes away the tear that had beaded to her eye when they began reading their vows and the groom got choked up. Even pulled her close to him, and despite his previous adversity to weddings, this one seemed to be getting him a bit mushy himself. She reckons if they hadn’t been in public, he would have purred for her as he’s so fond of doing when he’s feeling immense love for her.

Her reception was in the same building, so they only had to go a floor up to enter it. She met up with Niall and a few of their mutual friends, got to gush to Caroline about how beautiful the wedding was and how incredible she looked, and kept Harry at her side. He spoke when he was spoken to but otherwise he was quiet and when he’d ventured off to get them more champagne, Gina -- who also shared film studies with them -- leaned in, “He’s giving me strong Edward Cullen vibes, babe -- he moves, you move, silent probably broody type, definitely gorgeous,” she laughed as she continued, “Is he a vampire or something?”

Y/N’s blood ran cold when she forced a laugh, shaking her head letting a lie slip easily from her tongue, “No, no, just shy is all. He’s a bit of a writer so he likes observing people -- can characterize them better.”

Niall snorts, taking a drink from his flute, “Shy until someone challenges his history knowledge, that’s for sure -- grade A smart lad has a damn book of information as a brain.”

Before they could say anymore, Harry reappeared with her drink, “They’re attacking the cake like vultures to a carcass, I think I may need to break an old woman’s finger to get a slice. Would you like one?”

She’d tricked him into dancing as well, locking their fingers and dragging him out to the floor in the middle, “You promised!” He protested but Y/N had already started moving side to side a little dramatically to get him to smile past his frown.

“Had my fingers crossed!” She let him know delightedly and after some coaxing and the whispered promise that she would throat him later (weddings made her all sorts of soppy and soft, which in turn made her an eensy bit greedy for Harry, and being greedy is simultaneous with cuddly and horny), she got him moving at least a little. She’d coached him through the Cha Cha Slide, had improvised a dance to Papa Loves Mambo, and serenaded him with a lovely rendition of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. By the time the bride threw her bouquet (which Niall’s date had caught, Niall’s eyes widened comically, and Y/N decides then she’s going to tease his ass to shreds about it), Y/N was feeling the full effect of her champagne and Harry was gaining a contact high from her giddiness. Even the slow songs were nice, as Harry showed her how it’s done exactly (because she’d never been arsed to learn herself), and pulled out some moves that he remarked Queen Victoria would have blushed at (“Times were simpler then, my Love”).

The whole night was so enjoyable and fun and by the time that it was through, she doesn’t think either of them wanted to leave. “We should start crashing weddings,” Y/N had decided on their chilly walk back to the car around , just as Harry revealed a plate with another plate over the top of it that he’d been covering with his coat, “What’s that then?”

“I stole you cake,” he answered, taking off the top plate and showing the five slices that had been hidden, “You enjoyed it thoroughly and they were just going to throw it away but wouldn’t let me take the entire thing, so I took as many as would fit.”

Y/N might have never been more in love with him than she was in that moment.

On their way back, as they both cooled down from the excitement of the reception and Harry was navigating the post wedding traffic while Y/N nursed the stolen cakes in her hand, they were relatively quiet. Harry was worrying his lip between his teeth like he was thinking on something, and Y/N was too worn out to bother him about it until he opened up as she usually does. Though he told her soon enough, once they finally pulled off on the exit that would take them back home.

“I enjoyed that much more than I thought I would,” he told her truthfully and she smiled.

“Good.”

“I would enjoy if we had a big party,” he continued, and Y/N’s once drooping eyes shoot open, “Much like a wedding but without the ceremony, that was a bore. But a big party and we will invite many people and celebrate our love for one another. Would you be interested in that?”

Y/N’s soppy soft heart only gets soppier as she nods, reaching over so their hands locked where his rested on the middle console.

“I’d love that.”

. . .

Once Harry and Y/N made it home, Y/N had taken what she believed to be a very well deserved nap in the passenger side, only waking to the gentle brush of his fingers to her cheek once they were parked, “Oh, sweet thing,” he’d hummed, “We’re home.” Harry was the best for waking people up, Y/N had decided long ago, because he’s nothing but sweet murmurs and soft caresses. When Niall woke her up in the mornings it was a plethora of pillow hitting and purported threats in the form of I swear to god, you little demon, I’ll write a love letter from you and give it to Professor Rollins. It was jarring and she was far undeserving of it (she only ever hit him will a pillow once and it was because he was already thirty minutes late) when she always wakes people up with careful shakes and promises of breakfast.

Harry is much sweeter towards her, coaxing her from her slumber with soft touches, peppered kisses against her cheek, murmuring pleasant words into her ear and nibbling at the lobe. It brings shivers down her spine and tickles goosebumps up her arms, to where she’s blinking her eyes open slow, adjusting to the light of the room and snuggling deeper into him. If it were a morning she had things to do, Harry would only appease her for a moment with back rubs and cuddles, “Wake up, little human,” he hummed sweetly, and when she replied she didn’t want to, he would assure her that as soon as she returned home they could nap together (which means Y/N will snore in his ear while Harry did whatever he did when she was sleeping and he wasn’t). If she had nothing to do, he would let her sleep in some but would tempt her with breakfast and smoothies.

So when she is reluctant to remove herself from the car, he’s as tender as he always is. Titters something she can’t quite make out before walking over to her side, reaching over to unbuckle her, before gathering her up in his arms. “Your species is such a sleep bunch,” he had commented, “Or maybe it's just my little human who is so tired?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, dipping her face into the column of his throat only then realising that he was carrying the cake plate with the hand of the arm tucked beneath her knees, “Still ready for you stuff me full of that big, thick —“ she begins to tease him but he cuts her off with a small pinch to her bum.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet thing,” he responded, not concerned in the slightest, “Haven’t been inside you for a while, might just split you in half.” He unlocks the door swiftly, twisting the knob and pushing it open, noticeably biting down on the inside of his lip when he feels Y/N shudder and nestle into him closer. She would very much like that, she decides, but she doesn’t think he will. One thing she had learned from him is that if he’s going to feed from her while and/or before they have sex, he prepares far before. The dinner he has is rich and full of nutrients, it’s not normally around a time in which she’s stressed, and it’s only if he’s sure she’s not too exhausted. Two of the three weren’t happening and she could feel from his grip that he was intending to feed from her as soon as they settle.

It’d been a while since he had fed from her; a few weeks at the very least. He didn’t enjoy doing it when she had finals to worry about so he had appeared to be pretty opposed to the fact, even though she continuously told him that it would be just fine if he did. So she knew he was starving -- parched for it -- and the tender flesh of the inside of her thighs, where the blood ran warm and his nose was tucked near another place he loved to frequent, she knew would be a treat after such a long period of wait.

Harry was brisk in his movements, setting the cake he’d taken down on the coffee table and almost immediately whisking her off to their bed. His pupils were blown a telling black that suggested his hungered state; it’s moments like this -- as he’s setting her down atop of the mattress, pushing the soft fabric of the dress up so it floated and fluttered around her hips with albeit precise coordination, eagerly -- that she remembers what he is. Not that him drinking her blood wasn’t its own telling indicator, but she often forgets that he is truly a whole different part of this world, one that nobody is quite aware of.

This should scare her. The way he pushes her thighs apart and settles happily in between, the dark of his eyes overshadowing the usual foamy, light green that they regularly were -- it should make her heart race out of fear that he might take it too far. Drain her of every ounce of blood until he’s satiated and full.

But she isn’t -- not in the slightest, because not only is he pushing sweet kisses to the skin and wrapping his arms around each thigh like a hug, he’s looking up at her like she had given him a star. Like she had single handedly flown to space, plucked one from the sky, and held it out for him to have and to hold. “Remember to tell me if it gets to be too much,” he reminds her as he always does, before he presses his nose to the skin and breathes in deep. His shoulders roll backward once as he nestles closer, his tongue dipping from his mouth to lick a stripe where he would bite as he always does. Goosebumps tickle up and down her arms and legs, her center giving a pulse in interest at the proximity in which he’s near her. It’s too much and not enough all at once, bristling beneath his attention, impatience and excitement fizzling through her veins as she awaits the first bit of pain.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. The way the point of his teeth slides into her skin, two pricks much like a shot that she still flinches from. Harry notices her discomfort, using one of his hands to reach up towards her, slotting their fingers together with a soft squeeze as he latches his mouth around the point he’d chosen. He begins to suck from her, such an odd sensation that’s both terribly disconcerting and arousing all at once. A moan threatens at the back of her throat but she swallows it down in favor of hearing his own happy hum against her. Though he normally lacks color, the addition of blood into his system always tints his cheeks a rosy pink at first, and the way he holds onto her tighter, suckles sensually, and revels in the sweetness of the taste makes her tremble.

Y/N doesn’t start getting light headed until two to four minutes in and Harry can always tell -- parting from her with a soft, wet smack, lulling his tongue over the flesh he’d just been feeding from. This time instead of peeling back immediately as he usually does, he scoots forward and pulls the fabric of her panties to the side. Once again he breathes in deep, only this time he is slicking the broad of his tongue up from her hole up to her swollen clit, suckling it into his mouth. This time she is unable to keep her moan quiet, weakened thighs attempting to shut around his head, as he continues to lap at her petals.

“Harry,” she gasps, her back arching, her hips rolling up against his tongue where the clit slicks and slides around the swollen button, moving it side to side beneath, “Please, please don’t stop I --” her legs are shaking much more than she was expecting, reaching down with the hand that he wasn’t holding to burrow in his hair. The mix of spit and her juices was deliciously inviting, wet, messy and warm. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the telling sign of an orgasm zipping up from the tips of her curled toes, and the light of it wraps around her thigh, around her hips, up through her torso and fanning out down towards her fingers and to the tips of each strand of hair atop her head.

He reaches down towards his cock, wiggling down the slick trousers so they bunch around his thighs as he slips his fingers around the stiff shaft and begins to twist and tug, only serving to make her moan even more against her. Her chest heaves with each breath, biting down on the inside of her cheek when he prods his tongue at her hole, licking inside her, slurping and drinking her up like he’d been born to do it. Almost like he’d been waiting for it since she’d promised him a bite of her thighs in exchange to go to the wedding. The sheer avidness and passion, how he takes hold of her clit between his lips, sucking hard and fast.

He encourages her with his gaze alone, nodding his head, a soft, “Mhm,” against her that had her insides undulating, and like a bubble of water that swells beneath immense pressure, it pops around her in a blinding wave of light. She cums on his mouth, shaking like a leaf -- a very well satisfied leaf -- as Harry licks and sucks and works her through it. Brings her back down from the clouds with soft, sweet kisses up her thighs, to the junction of her leg and hip, pushing kisses to her stomach, and skipping where her dress was still covering her to her mouth. When he kisses her he slips his tongue into her mouth so that he can taste her, nipping, and suckling at her lips before rubbing the tips of their noses together.

Harry pecks another kiss to her mouth before murmuring, “We ran out of cranberry juice this morning,” but before she could act even the tiniest bit elated, he continues, “Thank goodness I have a whole new case of it in my trunk.”

“Harry,” she pouts, but he reaches up and plucks at her bottom lip.

“Put that away,” he tuts his tongue, “If you drink it all, maybe I’ll get you off again, hmm?”

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fanficshiddles · 5 years ago

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His touch, One shot

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. I LOVE omegaverse stuff! Especially helpful right now since the next multi fic I do is going to be omegaverse!

Prompt: Hiii! Please can you do an a/b/o where young reader/oc is an omega and working with Tom on a film or something and she comes into heat sometime and Tom being an Alpha helps her through it? Thank you.

Becca was absolutely ecstatic about being an extra for a new upcoming film. Even more so because her favourite actor, Tom Hiddleston, was the star. And she had a scene with him, where his character interacted with hers.

She had entered a competition to get the part, and when she was picked she couldn’t believe her luck. Well, she didn’t believe it at first. Heck, even now she was on set she still thought she was going to wake up at any moment and find it was all a dream.

After being dragged through costume and make-up, she was then led onto the set. She was anxiously waiting for her part, when Tom Hiddleston came over to introduce himself.

‘Hi, you must be Becca?’ He smiled warmly at her, taking her hand in his.

She forgot how to form words for a moment, then was able to get her shit together. ‘Yes! Hi! It’s amazing to meet you!’

Becca felt like she was floating on air when their hands touched. Not only his touch, but his scent… He was an Alpha. She could barely believe it.

Tom felt it too, and smelt it. His nostrils flared slightly as he took in her delicious scent, making him feel a little light headed. She hadn’t come into her first heat yet. And she was pure, untouched.

‘Well, it’s lovely to meet you too. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, to see who I have to take hostage.’ He winked at her playfully.

Her part in the film was a simple passer-by at first, who Tom’s character then grabs and holds at knife point to get away from the police.

Becca grinned like a goon, she couldn’t help it. Tom’s smile was so infectious and she was just amazed to be in his presence. People weren’t lying when they said his eye contact was intense, yet also warming at the same time.

‘I just hope I don’t mess it up.’ Becca said anxiously.

Tom frowned and stepped in closer to her. He placed his hand at the back of her neck, under her hair, and he stroked her skin softly. Making her melt.

‘You will do just fine.’ He purred soothingly. ‘Don’t worry. It’s not like we are doing theatre, we can take as long as you need. And as many takes as you need.’

Becca smiled, feeling much better already. She wasn’t sure if that was from him in general, or part of his Alpha personality. With her being an omega, she would naturally gravitate towards him for guidance and support, especially if he showed interest towards her.

Tom had to nip away for a bit to get his make up re-touched, then when he returned they started filming.

Becca was great. She was a natural for the camera. Acting like a passer-by just minding her own business walking down a street. Then there was a sudden commotion that she had to react to, acting shocked and scared. Then even more so when Tom pounced for her and trapped her against his body.

She was hyper aware of how strong he was and his scent around her made her feel so weak. But she had to keep focused, act scared and try to struggle. But then, as scripted, when Tom took out a knife and held it towards her, she froze.

‘And cut! Excellent. Let’s change angles and continue on.’ The director shouted.

Tom released Becca instantly. But neither of them moved too far away from one another.

‘You did wonderful, darling. You’re a natural!’ Tom beamed happily.

‘Thank you.’ Becca couldn’t stop smiling again. Especially receiving praise from him.

‘Are you enjoying your day so far?’ He asked.

‘Best day ever!’ She nodded eagerly.

They were then called back into place to start shooting again quickly. Tom got into position with Becca trapped in one of his arms around her middle, and now he had to hold the rather large knife against her neck. Which she was a little nervous about. Even though it was Tom Hiddleston, she still had only just met the man after all.

Tom could sense she was a bit apprehensive. He didn’t expect anything less. He started crooning deep in his chest to soothe her. Being an omega, the sound and feeling of his chest rumbling against her back did soothe her almost instantly. She felt rather floaty.

‘Relax, sweetheart. I promise, you’re safe with me.’ He whispered into her ear, only audible to her, making her shiver a little.

‘And action!’

They filmed the rest of the scene a few times. Each time Tom had the knife near her neck, he would croon to make sure she was as relaxed as possible. Which in a way, didn’t make it easy for her to be acting terrified. Because she had never felt safer in her life.

After filming all the scenes they needed for the day, they were all free to go. They were going to go over the shoots and re do any scenes needed in a few days. But the director wanted Becca to hang around for a few weeks, as he said they might have more scenes for her. Because she did so well.

Becca was in one of the extra dressing rooms getting back into her normal clothes and her make-up removed. She was almost finished when there was a knock on the door.

She went and answered, surprised it was Tom.

‘Hi, darling. Some of the crew and actors are heading out for some drinks and a meal. I was wondering if you want to come join us?’ He asked with a brilliant smile.

Her cheeks went red merely upon seeing the actor. ‘Oh, uhm. I’m not sure.’ She said anxiously. The thought of going out with other people she didn’t know made her nervous. She wasn’t great in social situations.

‘I would love to get to know you more. And after how well you did today, you deserve to relax a bit. The company is paying, so it’s all free. And I’ll look after you, I promise.’ Tom gave her the sweetest puppy dog eyes and she couldn’t resist.

‘Ok. Give me two minutes?’ She smiled back at him.

‘I’ll be waiting.’ He grinned.

Becca took a few deep breaths. She couldn’t believe that she was merely in the same film as Tom Hiddleston, but now she was away for drinks and food with him? She wasn’t sure how she would cope through the evening.

Tom was the perfect gentleman during the night out. He made sure she was comfortable all the time, included her in the conversations and also spoke to her one on one a lot. He asked all about her, and told her about himself in return.

When it was time to head away, everyone diversed in different directions. All staying at numerous hotels in the area.

‘What hotel are you staying in?’ Tom asked Becca.

‘It’s the premiere inn on main street. Not far from here, I will just walk.’

‘Let me walk you, love. A young, beautiful omega such as yourself shouldn’t be alone at this time of night.’ Tom held his arm out for her and she gratefully accepted, sliding her arm into his.

He made sure she was safely back into her hotel before bidding her goodnight and giving her a kiss on her cheek. She was positively glowing with happiness when she went up to her room.

But the next morning when she woke, she felt a bit funny. Slight sore stomach and headache, but she shrugged it off and took some painkillers before heading to the set. She had been called in already for another extra part.

On her way there, she noticed one or two men staring at her funnily. She could tell they were Alphas by their scent. It unnerved her the way they looked at her. She wasn’t sure what their problem was.

When she arrived on set, it was the same. So many of the people she had been out with the night before were giving her funny looks. All Alphas.

She was really on edge and feeling even more sick than before. But she pushed on and got sorted in costume and make-up. Then when she was back on set, waiting for Tom, she suddenly felt a strong heat inside of her stomach. It was painful too.

‘Ah, shit.’ She hissed and clutched at her stomach, doubling over slightly. She took a few deep breaths and managed to push on, standing up straight again.

‘Are you…’ Tom trailed off when he came up beside her, worried. But when he was close enough, her scent filled his senses. His eyes darkened slightly, but he coughed and kept composure. ‘You’re in heat.’

‘What?’ She gasped and turned to face him fully.

‘Your first heat, yes?’

She nodded, feeling a weird pull towards him suddenly. But she didn’t want to be rude and touch him without permission, even though that was what she was craving to do more than anything.

‘You don’t have an Alpha already, do you?’ Tom asked as he put his hand up to his nose, trying to block her scent a bit. He already knew the answer, but wanted to be sure.

‘No.’ She whimpered, her entire body was trembling now.

Tom reached out and cupped her cheek, she instantly felt relief flood through her. A warmth, but a nice kind of warmth. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath.

‘Come on, you can’t stay here. Or you’ll get pounced on.’ He said firmly and put his arm around her, pulling her into his firm body.

She happily snuggled in against him, glad of the comfort and touch. Soothing her. As he led her through the set, he growled at another Alpha who attempted to come over. But he backed away, not wanting to start a fight with Tom.

Tom called for a beta taxi to take them back to his hotel. He also asked one of the extras to tell the director what the situation was.

When they got in the taxi, Becca whimpered at the loss of touch from Tom while they got in. But he was quick to wrap his arms around her again once seated.

‘Shhh, it’s alright. I’ve got you, little one.’ He purred and started crooning for her.

She was scared because she had never experienced it before. She wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. And all of the pheromones she was sending out was like a large beacon screaming at Tom to protect and look after her, even though she didn’t know it herself.

Becca clung to Tom on the drive back to his hotel. She never even registered where he was taking her. She didn’t really care, actually. Which is why it was so dangerous for un-mated omega to be in heat alone.

Tom scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside, easily holding the young omega in one arm while he unlocked his door and took her in.

She was instantly flooded with more of his scent all around her. And that made her feel even better. It was lucky that Tom had been there for almost a month already.

He carried her to the bed and placed her down gently. Grabbing one of his worn shirts, he gave her it to hold until he got himself sorted. She buried her nose into his shirt, but still writhed and whimpered on his bed until he returned to her.

Tom got on the bed and she scrambled onto his lap and curled up against him. She wanted more, her body wanted more. But his touch and hold was enough to tide her over.

‘Good girl, Becca.’ He purred softly, knowing his praise would make her feel good.

His hand slid up under her top and he gently stroked across her back, every so often he would pull his hand out and stroke her hair instead. Or the back of her neck, that had her melting and whining. Obviously that was her favourite spot.

After an hour or so of holding and caressing her, she was still sore and had an itch that couldn’t be scratched. Tom knew he could help ease her by giving her an orgasm.

‘Little one. I need you to listen to me carefully.’ He cupped her face in his hands and had her look at him. She could focus on him, just.

‘Do you want me to touch you, to make you come to help release some of the tension?’ He asked softly.

‘Please!’ She whimpered and nodded so eagerly.

Still cradling her on his lap, he undid the button and zip of her jeans so he could slide his hand down and into her pants.

As soon as his large hand cupped her, she almost came. Feeling the Alphas powerful hand there, where she was needing him to touch her the most.

He stroked her slowly and gently, through her folds and over her clit. She was soaking wet, her slick kept coming even before he made her orgasm. Not wanting to hurt her, though that would be difficult with how aroused she was, he carefully inserted a finger into her and rubbed against the sweet spot just inside of her.

It was difficult to tame his own desires down. Thinking how nicely his cock would fit into her, his knot would swell inside of her before he would explode and have her take his seed. Claiming her for his own…

He bit his tongue to try and distract himself while he made her orgasm on his fingers.

The orgasm was an instant relief for her. Taking away the heat and pain, only for a little while. But it was like the fog was lifted and she could think a bit more clearly now.

Her cheeks were bright red in embarrassment when Tom removed his hand from down her pants and jeans. She started squirming, struggling to try and get off his lap. But he kept her in place.

‘Shh, sweetheart. It’s ok. No need to be embarrassed, I promise.’ He nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

‘How… are you able to resist me unlike the others?’ She asked quietly, remembering how other Alphas had reacted towards her.

‘Oh… with great difficulty.’ He said sheepishly and motioned down below. She moved very slightly and could feel the huge bulge in his jeans pressing against her bottom.

‘Oh.’ She blushed hard and tried to still her body, making Tom chuckle.

‘And that’s even with vicks up my nostrils to try and dampen your scent.’ He said goofily, making her giggle.

He continued to caress her bare skin. Concentrating on her neck that seemed to help most, though the orgasm had helped her in the meantime.

After a while, he rolled her onto her side and lay down flat with her. He was playing with her hair and she was just enjoying being surrounded by him.

Tom continued to help ease her through her heat for the following twenty-four hours. Making sure she ate by getting room service. When she didn’t want to eat, he used his Alpha tone and demanded she did. Not wanting to disobey an Alpha, she did as she was told.

He didn’t want to take advantage of her by fucking her, claiming her as his. He wanted to do it properly, even though he knew there had been a connection between the two of them from the start.

So once she was finished her heat, he asked her on a date. Wanting to court her properly, and hopefully by her next heat, they would be ready to mate.

#his touch #one shot #prompt #fan fiction #tom hiddleston #omegaverse #alpha Tom

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invertedeidolon · 5 years ago

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The Longest Library #3: Griffin & Sabine by Nick Bantock (Or, Eidolon again talks way too much about previous relationships, also, pretty art!)

(This is a series in which I attempt to read and review all (or most of) my library of 297 books.)

Rundown: Postcard artist Griffin Moss gets a weird letter from a weird lady who can apparently see what he's drawing telepathically. They form an ill concieved bond over it. The story is told in colorful postcards and envelopes you can open and then read the mysterious things inside. 4.5/5 for calling me THE FUCK OUT and having some BOMB ASS ART.

I can't give it a full 5 because not everyone is going to have that experience when they read this. It's just going to look very strange and floaty and things won't make very much sense. This book hits close to home with me because it heavily echoes (more like yells about) my first long distance relationship. I'm not really able to see this book through any other lens, so that's what my commentary is mostly about.

So for the part that ISN'T about that stuff though: The art is amazing. Even though it's made by one person technically, both fictional artists have their own, distinct style. Let's be real: The art and the interactivity is the main draw of this book. There are envelopes inside with letters carrying a myriad of little details: Griffin uses a typewriter for his long-form letters, and bits where he's crossed out typos or added in letters with pen, or that Sabine's correspondence is something I now recognize as someone who uses quills or manual dip pens. The inconsistency in the color of her writings suggests she's using a homemade ink, brownish in color, slightly too watery. Maybe it's even watered down watercolor and not even ink at all. They've also made the background of her letters and cards a rich dark gray, while Griffin's is a clean, sterile white.

"Will you explain to me about those geometric paintings you did at Art college? I want to understand their hidden language of color and shape. It's so alien to me."

So this is about the fourth time I'm reading this book since I first got it, and now that I have to write about it, I'm noticing so many more details. Here the line "It's so alien to me."is written in smaller, slightly more rounded letters. The ink is much darker here too, suggesting she wrote this slowly, thoughtfully. What a detail!

Anyway that's it for the objective bits of the book, the rest is entirely subjective from here on out.

"The phenomenon that links us has taught me much about you, yet I am ignorant of your history."

My years and years of suffering emotional abuse set me up to be able to read and predict what was going on in your head perfectly, as well as respond in the most helpful ways with eerie precision, yet I am ignorant of your history, and who you really are (because you use such obtuse floaty language and metaphor. Who were you really? Suffering, but that's about all I could tell.)

"Why doesn't this alarm me as much as it should?"

Because we're already "in". And I "feel safe" to you because I've been trained to be the least offensive, most placating being in the universe. If I could build a business model on conversational comfort, if I could sell my goddamn empathy like the capitalist machine really wants me to, *I'd be so rich*. It would be like, a step down from therapist. Anybody want a virtual friend for like an hour? Gimme 20 and we can watch stupid videos or I can calmly talk you through bread making. It's okay, you can cry. GOD PLEASE LET ME JUST SELL MYSELF SAFELY, I WAS MADE FOR THIS GODDAMNIT.

"I want to hear everything. Write in detail. Tell me all about yourself. I demand to know - please."

This is like fucking CRACK to those with a suppressed self. An unwitnessed self. "Someone who's interested in ME, and won't yell at, ignore, or dismiss me for talking! Holy fuck I love you!"

"Finally I knew who you were. I counselled myself to be cautious and find out what you were like before revealing myself fully."

Sabine at this point is to the reader who I was to Him. A weird mythical creature, the non-human monster of your lonely adolescent imaginings, who is intimately aware of your secrets, "I've been watching you" it says before introducing you to a wondrous world free of the pains of living, where you actually feel loved and all is well forever and ever. Except I wasn't as inhuman as I wished to be.

"Occasionally I'd come home to a re-enactment of The Battle of Britain in the front room. [...] My entrance would make no difference to their dogfight, but when one of them accidentally (and inevitably) knocked over a pile of books, they'd stop instantly and unite to examine the extent of the damage."

The whole 'making light of a not-great home life because it was your normal for so long that you still haven't learned that you need to be horrified about it' thing. As well as passing it off as something funny. Thankfully this character's parents (SPOILER?) get literally run over by a truck and he gets sent to live with his mom's step sister who is really good and lets him ditch school to become a potter's apprentice and eventually go to art college. He never really deals with the grief when the step sister dies, OBVIOUSLY.

"And hearing that my existence eased your pain made my heart race. We have found one another, and I give thanks."

Hearing that my existence wasn't going to be punished but instead, made someone happy? Fucking HEROIN. Downplay it a little with grateful gentleness, I don't want to be punished for being presumptuous or for seeming like I like it too much. If I like things too much they get destroyed, hard.

"My kinsmen are responsive to me - but there is no one to reach my heart, and you who are so far away, have been closer to me than any man on the Islands."

This is something I remember. So far all they've done is shared eachother's life stories and gushed about how close they feel now. She (like my past self), has confused the feeling of 'finally, a witness! they're witnessing me! I've been Seen!' with the feeling of attachment. Of course she would feel infinitely more attached to this man. She's witnessed his most private moments as a creator for a good portion of her life. It's been a mainstay throughout her adolescence through adulthood, so of course an unwarranted sense of intimacy is going to be attached to this mysterious figure. The whole thing wrapped up in a dream like sense of mysticism.

"I remember your first erotic drawing; I was trembling from head to foot by the time you'd finished. Was that Sarah? No don't answer; I'm only teasing."

...Unless? (Man the implications hurt to think about. I REMEMBER THIS FEELING. This author has unintentionally called me out. I wonder how much of Sabine’s writing is actually calm, or if she’s reigning herself in almost constantly?)

"I was finding it hard to get over the idea of there being other men in your life when I reached the part in your letter about my erotic drawings. I stopped being jealous. We were lovers and I hadn't realized it. The drawings weren't of Sarah; they were of you."

ow ow ow ow ow ow JUST SAY IT ow ow ow ow, Also, I REALLY wanted her to be like 'bitch that looks nothing like me, what the fuck', but instead she's all like "So you've been making love to me ten thousand miles away - how tantalizing." URGH. TOO CLOSE, TOO FAST. DISENTANGLE YOURSELVES NOW. GRIFFIN GET HELP.

"I had failed to understand how unhappy you are. You cover up with jokes and a front of being self-contained. I'm worried for you."

EVEN SHE SEES IT, GET HELP.

"When you found me, I thought my loneliness had gone for good. I was kidding myself. I desperately desire your company. I haven't talked to anyone in three days. I was sure I was going to start seeing your pictures like you see mine. I've tried so hard. [...] How can I miss you this badly when we've never met?"

BECAUSE YOU MISS HUMAN CONTACT AND YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FAMILY LEFT YOU NERD, GET HELP. DON'T HANG IT ON ONE PERSON WHO IS TOO FAR AWAY TO HELP YOU IN THE WAY YOU NEED.

"Island magic works on island souls. You and I will heal eachother."

ANTIDEPRESSANTS MAYBE UUUUGGGGHHHHH

"I've started to hate this city, this country, all these stupid fucking people [...] I finally snapped. [...] I want to know what you look like."

*HEAVILY RECOILS*

"Why, my kindred spirit, are you prepared to settle for a postcard of my face? If you wish to see me, why not come here? What is there to stop you - you're clearly unhappy where you are. Come."

Yes. I offered and I offered and I offered. What's to stop you from just fucking TALKING TO ME instead of DISAPPEARING OVER AND OVER AGAIN. and then COMPLAINING THAT YOU'RE SO HURT AND LONELY. I'M LONELY TOO. WHEN I HAD THE MONEY YOU DIDN’T TAKE MY OFFER FOR ME TO COME SEE YOU, SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE?

"Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened."

This kind of sentiment is what lead to the breakup. This feeling of being large, and dark, and slighted. Being real and supernatural. Make your choice. Say REAL words instead of just flagellating yourself. Do I exist to you?

"If you will not join me, then I will come to you."

Unfortunately, Sabine has what I definitely did not: Mobility, the ability to make things real. She had a job and money and her own life and the ability to travel. I had a shitty little shared room in my parent's house where I spent most of the time partially starved and dodging devils in one form or another. Many many times I wanted to spontaneously show up and give him the closeness that he needed. But I couldn't. And he wouldn't take my words. He wouldn’t take me.

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mlovesstories · 6 years ago

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You Know What You’re Doing Part 2

AN- @spndeanbingo square: kisses

Thanks to @sbcamp08 again for the beta!

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Warnings: fights, cussing, insecurity

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Back home, YN ran towards the stairs.

“How was-,” Danneel was cut off by YN racing past her and Jensen groaning. Snaking her arm out and around the teen’s waist, Dee pulled YN back to her side to talk things through, “Whoa, whoa. Hey! What’s going on?”

Jensen answered for her, interrupting before YN could get a word out, “She decided to do her own thing today. Every time I told her to hurry or move along, she just moved slower. She barely spoke and when she did she was quiet and curt, at best, sometimes downright rude.”

“Babe-,” Danneel started, wanting him to give YN a chance to speak her side.

“We took her in to give her a better chance at life and she just- sometimes I cannot understand why she-“

“Right, because it’s all about you! This whole day was all about YOU. Jensen. Ross. Ackles.” YN snapped. “Or should I say, the star of the CW’s Supernatural. Ooooooooh.” She sneered, mocking him for emphasis. “You’re right. I wasn’t myself today. But y’know what? You’re right. I’m nobody, right?! Why would you care enough to ask why? It was all about getting to the brewery tonight and helping the Padalecki Family with this or that. Well, I had a bad day too, and you don’t even know why!” YN tried to hold in a sob, but it was too powerful. She couldn’t speak, so she ran up the stairs to her room. Jensen looked at Danneel who nodded her head towards the stairs, nonverbally telling him to follow YN.

“What, sweetheart? Hey, wait up.” He calmly chased after her with an even voice.

“What do you care? I’m just a foster kid. It’s not like I’m your kid. You don’t have to care, obviously. Give me back to the caseworker. I almost due to get moved again anyway.” YN plopped on her bed.

Jensen slowly entered her room behind her. “Considering you didn’t slam the door in my face, I’ll take that as permission to ask what’s up with you.”

“What does it matter? I never get a choice in anything. You went all day without asking, Jensen. Why would you act like you care now all of a sudden?”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry.” He stood at the end of her bed. YN took a deep breath.

“The caseworker called. My grandma died last night before you got home from Vancouver.”

He stopped with a slow nod as he absorbed the information she threw in his face.

“What? The one that we took you to visit with the other week?” He tried to approach her, but she tensed up and scooted back on the bed. Jensen stopped.

“Yep, that one. The one that knew me inside and out. Can you just please leave?” YN was done with Jensen caring.

“No. Let’s talk about this. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You kept ordering me around. I could barely get in a word before you were barking something else.” She played with her fingers.

“Can I do anything? Please?”

“You can leave. I won’t bother you any more than I already have. Thanks for taking me shopping today, but I want to be by myself right now.”

“I can understand that. I’m so sor-.”

“Please, just go away.” YN said abruptly but without attitude, keeping her eyes on her lap.

“We’ll check on you in a little bit.” He slumped his shoulders and exited.

———

“Hey, YN.” Danneel knocked and opened her door.

“Jensen not ballsy enough to come back in here?” YN sassed..

“Knock it off,” Danneel sternly warned. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know she meant a lot to you and we didn’t make it any easier. What can we do to help you work through this?”

————-

Over the next few weeks, YN kept to herself.

“Hey, YN!” Jared stepped outside to greet her as she lay out on a pool chair.

“No...,” YN groaned.

“Huh?”

“No. No pep talks. Please… I’m fine, everything is fine.”

“Okay, well I'm glad, but I wanted to tell you that the kids want you to come inside to play with them. Since you’re near the pool, I told them to stay inside so they don’t go near the water without floaties.”

“Oh,” YN sighed.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“Jared. Come on… I don’t want to do this.” She whined.

“Stop. I know something is wrong. Talk to me. I’m not Jensen or Danneel, I won’t go and tattle on you or gossip. Come on. Just talk to me.” He sat in the chair next to her and stretched out.

“Ugh. You’re incessant! You’ll follow me around all day today if I don’t talk to you. Won’t you?”

“Yep.”

“I’m just sad. My grandma was amazing, and now she’s gone. I love Jay and Dee, but Gram knew me my whole life.”

“You’re really young to have to work through this, so don’t discredit that.” He turned and smiled. “It’s okay not to be okay. Remember that. There seems to be this idea that everyone needs to be cheery and grateful all the time. Those things are good, but it’s okay if you’re not. At least for a little while. Don’t sit in that for too long though.”

“I don’t have to be happy?” YN raised a brow.

“Nope. But you can’t lash out either. You can feel however you want, but you have to be aware that other people may not know or feel what you are feeling. Make sense?”

“Yeah,” YN agreed

————-

She kept to herself not wanting to be with the family much. The Ackles’ didn’t know this, but she had been having nightmares most nights, hence why she was alone a lot: she was napping. One night Danneel heard a high-pitched scream and ran into YN’s room to find her gasping for breath.

“Babe, breathe. In and out.” Danneel had her sit up on her bed so that the foster mom could rub her back.

“I’m okay, Dee. Promise. Happens a lot.”

“You didn’t say anything about it. Does Jensen know?”

“No. He has been busy and upset with me, and you have the babies. I’m fine.”

Dammit Jensen! She needs us.

“That doesn’t mean we don’t have time for you, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you felt that you had to keep this to yourself. How about I hang out in here for a bit? Hopefully you can fall back asleep soon.”

“Umm, I’m not really used to someone helping me like that,” YN looked away.

“Oh, it’s okay, I don’t have to.” Danneel sadly rubbed YN’s arm.

“It’s okay. Might be nice. I’d like to try.”

“Really? Okay, scoot over while I turn off the lights.” Danneel walked over to the light switch, flipped it, and walked back to her foster daughter. When she settled next to YN, she started scratching her back. “Feel good?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Dee.”

The older female kissed the top of her head. YN’s body tightened, but eventually her breathing evened out as she relaxed back into sleep.

—————-

“Why have you been so pissed at YN? Every time you see her all you do is order her around or ignore her.” Danneel raised a brow at her husband via FaceTime.

“I- what?”

“Check your damn attitude at the door, Jensen. She has been having nightmares, and she didn’t tell us because she felt bad for intruding on our lives. I assured her that she is one of ours and she is just as important as the little ones. Come on, Jen. I need your help with this. We need to be a team here.”

“I- I didn’t realize that I did that. She’s just been off lately so I guess I was reacting. I’ll talk to her when I get home.”

“Good idea. She needs you.”

“Yeah, sure.” He rolled his eyes.

“Stop it. Don’t act so flippant. She does. She is a teenager—a child. And YN has been having NIGHTMARES worrying about what we think.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Now get your act in gear, mister.”

————-

“Hey, YN. Sleep well last night?” Jensen leaned against her doorway. She looked up from her textbooks at her desk.

“I’m fine. Welcome home, Jensen.” YN weakly smiled at him over her shoulder, but kept her back to him.

“Talk to me,” he walked into her room.

“About…?”

“Dee mentioned you’d been having nightmares?” He shrugged.

“No.”

“You know, you could talk to Sasquatch if you want to, or we could look into a therapist. You’ve been through a lot lately.”

“‘Cuz you’re too busy, I know.” She slumped back onto her bed.

“No, not at all. He is just easier to talk to sometimes. You can always talk to me.”

“No, I can’t. You just shout or ignore me. I’m glad you’re home, but I have to study. Can you close my door on the way out?”

“YN-“ Jensen took a deep breath. “Look, I’m trying to fix this. Please let me help. I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. I know you aren’t used to people apologizing, but this is how it works. I did something wrong, and I am trying to make it right. Granted, it’s still up to you if you forgive me, but let me show you how a real family works, okay? Or at least how this family works.”

“Oh,” she hadn’t thought about the interaction in that way. “Okay, just don’t yell so much.”

“No yelling anymore. If I do, you get to sock me in the arm, deal?”

YN started giggling. “What?”

“This is what families do. We’re silly and emotional and we care about each other. You understand?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Remember, it’s up to you to forgive me. I’m sorry that I was so dismissive of you. That wasn’t fair of me. So while you mull that over… Would you like to go outside and shoot some hoops with me?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I still have homework to do.”

“C’mon. I know you’re a basketball player. I saw you come in with a ball the other night. And it was past curfew too.” He raised a brow.

“I’m sorry! I just needed some time-“

“I’m just kidding, kiddo. It’s fine. You were home, that counts. Come on, show me whatcha got.”

Jensen grabbed a basketball from the garage, and they went outside.

After they were done, they entered the house and fell into the couch.

“If you two are sweaty on my couch…” Danneel warned them.

“We’re not. Sorta.” Jensen laughed.

They watched television until later in the evening.

Danneel walked by the living room on her way to bed when she saw Jensen and YN asleep on the couch. They were piled on top of each other, limbs all over the couch. She giggled and left them there for the night.

YN woke up leaning on Jensen. She froze.

Oh crap. I’m too close.

She tried to scoot away from him without waking him, unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable with much touching. He stirred.

“Hey, pretty girl. It’s okay. I don’t mind. Stay cuddled.” He offered a sleepy smile. Jensen opened up his body for her to return to her original spot. YN frowned but leaned back down, receiving a kiss on her cheek.

Yes! Good girl.

“Thanks, Jay.”

They fell back asleep until the little ones climbed on top of them.

“Our alarms went off,” Jensen laughed, motioning to the children on their laps.

“Yep.”

“Breakfast, sleepyheads!” Danneel walked into the living room. “Up! You guys have been on the couch for 12 hours. Let’s get a move on.”

“Drill sergeant much?” Jensen laughed.

————

During the holiday season, the extended family members were invited to the Ackles’ residence. Nervous about so many new people, YN timidly hid behind Danneel and gripped the back of her shirt like a lifeline, peeking around her shoulder to meeting everyone.

“YN?”

YN dropped her grip on Danneel and turned to face the familiar voice. “Mimi? What-“

“You know each other?” Danneel watched as YN was embraced by the older couple.

“She was our neighbor in Dallas,” Alan answered with a smile, sauntering over to join the group. “We heard that Jensen and Danneel’s oldest kiddo was named YN, but we didn’t know it was you!” He beamed. “Miss you, sweetheart.”

“Missed you too, Pop.”

“Mimi...? Missed you…? Pop...?” Danneel hadn’t thought YN had a relationship with anyone before.

“What a happy surprise!” Eyes softening with love and happiness that YN had known at least one loving relationship in her life, Danneel gestured for her foster child to go into the kitchen. “YN, you can put your place at the table near them if you’d like.” She saw a hint of a smile cross the girl's face and couldn’t help but returning a beaming grin.

“Jensen!” Danneel whispered excitedly, waving for her husband to join her.

Jensen turned from his conversation, moving closer.

“Your parents know YN!” Danneel could barely control the excitement in her voice.

“Wait. What? How? They live in Dallas…?”

Neither parent noticed YN return from the kitchen, walking up behind them and surprising them when she answered, “They live near the house I lived in before. That guy was bad, so they moved me.” YN shrugged and started scratching her arm, “Then I came here,” the scratches on her arm turning red, a tight smile belaying her nonchalance.

“Hey, no need for that.” Donna pulled YN’s hand from her opposite arm. “It’s okay. He’s gone now.” Squeezing her hand and reaching over to rub the irritated arm, she whispered, “No scratching.” Resuming a normal volume, Donna asked, “did you go move your place at the table so I can sit next to you?”

“Of course!” YN nodded before squeezing Donna’s hand in return.

……….

YN opened up more in the company of the sweet older couple. Danneel was surprised but absolutely elated to watch the normally withdrawn girl as she talked and laughed with the whole family and hugged both of her in-laws throughout the evening.

“I need to talk to you.” Alan stepped away from the group with Jensen. After they got settled in Jensen’s office, Alan proceeded to tell him about how the two parties became friends. “We knew he was bad news, and YN was such a sweet kid. She was rebellious but good. None of the the others really said much, but she always waved or gave us a smile. We noticed she became withdrawn, so we would invite her over for dinner. She even made nicknames for us, but she-“

“Do you know what happened?” Jensen interjected.

“Shut up, and I’ll tell you,” Alan said, curt with his son. Jensen closed his mouth. “I do know that she did things like scratch her arms and cower if someone became too loud. When she would visit her arms were always red or bloody from the scratching.”

“Dammit.”

“I don’t know what he did to her, and I know she has been here for a while, but I can see it in her face. Just- just do what you’ve been doing. Please. She’s amazing and-“

“Dad, I know,” Jensen grinned. “We have been through a lot together already, but things have worked out fairly well. She is opening up some. Let me know if she tells you anything?”

“Sure, kid. Let’s go eat some pie.”

————

“Hey, kiddo.” Jensen walked into YN’s room at midnight. She huffed. “Another bad dream?” YN tried to catch her breath.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Hey, no need to apologize. You can’t control it. Can I help calm you down? Would you like me to stay?”

“You let me lean on you earlier.” YN started matter of factly. “I’m not used to…”

“Physical touch?” Jensen sat on the edge of the bed next to her and took her hand.

“Yeah. Can you stay? It makes me feel a little better.”

Her elementary description gave Jensen insight to the fact that she had not had exposure to that kind of love, or any kind of love.

“Of course. Come here.” He moved to lean against the headboard and opened his arm to invite her to snuggle into him, with YN under the covers and him on top. “Let’s hope these nightmares stay away tonight. Go to sleep, sweetie.”

“Good night, Jensen.” YN gave him a sleepy half-snuggle half-hug before scooting to a more comfortable position. Falling asleep, she smiled to herself. Once she was breathing evenly Jensen untangled himself from her arms and left her sleeping peacefully, heading back to the living room to meet his parents and Danneel.

“She is out like a light.”

“Good, I hope she sleeps through the night,” Danneel sighed.

“That girl has been through so much. Tomorrow is our last day here. Do you think we could take her for the day?” Donna looked over at them, puppy-eyes pleading the foster parents with a smile.

“I don’t see a problem with that, Mom. I’m sure she would love it.”

“I’m so glad she has you guys.” Danneel took Alan’s hand. “YN deserves some good.”

———

Good morning, YN!” Donna opened her arms for a hug.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“We have an idea. You can say no if you’re not interested.” Alan grinned.

“O- Okay?”

“Would you like to hang out with us today? I know it’s not the coolest to hang out with us old people, but we thought-“ Allen stumbled.

“Sure! YES! Really?” YN ran into Allen’s arms. “Can we?” She looked to her foster parents.

“We already agreed, as long as you’re okay with it,” Jensen offered a small smile.

“Thank you!” She ran into Jensen’s arms, appreciative of the opportunity. “When can we go? And where?!”

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@dbhrarepairs Wednesday Day 3: Wrong Blind-Date / Wings

[Tina/Chloe]

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Words: 2,159 [AO3 Link]

Notes: Human AU

“Cassie, why won’t you go and tell her yourself” Chloe complained to her sister

“Please, Chloe!” Cassie pleaded, “I only accepted to go on that blind date because I didn’t think I had any chance with North, but she’s just texted that she wants to meet today, I can’t say no to that!”

“Can’t you just cancel the blind date then?” Chloe suggested, “even if it’s only by a text”

“I tried, but today she’s not even reading my messages” Cassie said as she tried different dresses before her mirror, she gasped prettily “Do you think she’s planning on standing me up?”

“You are really missing your soulmate there if that’s the case” Chloe replied with an uncharacteristic sting to her words, but really! Both, Cassie and Connie had such a way of getting her to do the most outrageous things for them

“Chloe, don’t be like that!” Cassie insisted “I’ll lend you one of my prettiest dresses, I’ll give you some money so you can go buy yourself a milk tea afterwards, please?”

Chloe huffed out a soft sigh “Very well, but I’m not doing it again” she said, as she had a terribly clear vision of herself walking down the aisle to tell some poor unfortunate creature ‘I’m so sorry, but Cassie is not coming today’

“Thank you! Thank you!” Cassie hugged her happily, this was why Chloe could never say no to her sisters “Let’s play dress up!”

Chloe found herself sitting on the park bench where Cassie and her date had agreed to met, she checked tree times, the one facing the lake with the gazebo just behind, this had to be it. Cassie and her date, Tina Chen (Chloe had to make sure to remember her name), had exchanged pictures so they would recognize each other, but Chloe didn’t worry about that, she and her sisters really looked so much alike they could pass for triplets, only both her sisters were a bit taller than she was, Cassie’s date would still be able to recognize her.

She waited feeling delighted with the day and sorry she’d have to make it a little less bright for someone else. It was cloudy and windy but she didn’t mind, even if it was messing her hair up a little. She felt light and happy in this floaty white dress that gave up the faintest, loveliest sea green reflection when you moved; Chloe imagined it was made of sea foam and starlight, and had put on the sea salt perfume her brother Elijah had given her for her birthday to match.

The sky got greyer giving the day a witchy silvery light and the gusts of wind were getting stronger moving the skirt of her dress in a way that allowed her to see the sparkling sea trapped within it. She got her phone from her purse and looked at the hour, Cassie’s date was fifteen minutes late already, maybe she had gotten Cassie’s messages after all, or maybe the person she really fancied had overcome their cold feet just like North had, faced with the possibility of someone else beating them to it. Chloe would give her fifteen minutes more, that seemed fair, it’s the time she’d allot to a first date that was running late.

Chloe felt the soft tap-tap of rain drops falling on her head, she put her hand up, the cool drops on the palm of her hand confirming that it was, indeed, raining. She got up from the bench to find refuge in the gazebo, she still could see the agreed on meeting place although the rain made it even less likely that Cassie’s date would actually arrive. Chloe was glad, she was not in the business of breaking hearts, much less those that didn’t belong to her, she twirled along the gazebo aimlessly, enjoying the smell of the rain, when she looked up again, there was a girl near the bench looking around. Chloe was about to call out to her when the girl noticed her and ran towards the gazebo.

“I’m so sorry I’m so late!” Tina said, she was wearing a plain grey hoodie, and her jeans and boots were all muddy, she had an umbrella but her hair was slightly wet and pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her face was flushed as if she had been running “I had all the day planned, and I promise I had a better outfit chosen, but one of my friends lost his damn cat and that cat is an absolute abomination just like her owner, they are a disaster, and then my car wouldn’t start but I was already late, and I wanted to send you a text but my phone fell into a fountain when we were searching for Rex and then it started raining and I stopped to buy an umbrella, anyway, I’m so sorry I made you wait so long”

“Tina, I’m…” Chloe trailed off, Tina looked so earnest and she had come to her date despite all her troubles when she could have just thought it too much of a bother for a stranger, Chloe would hate so to disappoint her

“Should we go have some tea?” Tina was saying, looking embarrassed but hopeful “I know this teashop, it’s not too far”

“That– that’d be lovely” Chloe replied, feeling a bit trapped by the current but she’d go with the flow this once

“Wait,” Tina said, unzipping her hoodie to reveal the oversized band t-shirt underneath, she looked down at herself sheepishly “I really had a better outfit than this chosen, I didn’t plan to come in what are virtually my pajamas, but you can wear the hoodie so your dress doesn’t get wet, it’s not dirty…” Tina added as an afterthought after glancing at her muddy boots

Chloe laughed then, what she didn’t know was her most charming, silvery laugh, it made anyone that had provoked it feel lucky just to hear it, a home where that laugh sounded often would, without any doubt, be a lively, joyful place. A place where you couldn’t help but feel content, and where you couldn’t wait to go back to when you were away.

“Of course it isn’t dirty!” Chloe exclaimed putting on the jacket, soft with years and years of loving wear, she placed the hoodie over her head too, her soft blonde hair cascading out of it

The teashop Tina had chosen was an absolutely wonderful place, Chloe couldn’t look around enough, it was like a garden, plants and flowers everywhere, some in lovely pots, some others climbing on the walls, and even some growing from planters at ground level. Tina slid back the chair from a table surrounded by rosebushes in a tone of orange that was almost copper but seemed to change to a lovely lavender color once the blooms where drying, Chloe had never seen roses of quite that color before, even when their garden was full of rosebushes, her mother was quite fond of them.

“Do you like it?” Tina asked

“It’s so wonderful!” Chloe said excitedly “I’d never had known this was here! There are some flowers I don’t even know the name of!”

“I see I may have trouble making you leave!” Tina said

“Oh! Not at all!” Chloe said earnestly, the flush that came to her face highlighted all the kissable spots on it “Then I would miss any other beautiful place you wanted to show me”

Tina grinned even wider as they sat at their table. Chloe found herself laughing often and talking easily, she wasn’t shy, that wasn’t it, but there was always certain formality to her she had trouble overcoming and made people feel that she kept them at arm’s length or in the worst of cases that she was really stuck up, but she didn’t feel she was talking as if through a glass wall when she talked to Tina.

After a couple of hours her phone lit up with a text from Connie, asking her when she’d be home. Chloe hesitated, it was early to cut the date off and she was having so much fun, but she probably should ask Tina.

“Tina, when do you think…” Chloe trailed off, searching for a polite way to ask when did Tina think the date would be over

“Do you have to go back home?” Tina said “Should I walk you to your bus stop?”

“Oh!” Chloe said disappointed, maybe she had acted stuck up after all “It’s still a bit early, isn’t it? I thought maybe after this we could go to this art exhibit, it’s supposed to be so wonderful, there’s a water exhibit with interactive fish made of light, but of course, if you don’t have the time”

Tina smiled really brightly then, in a way that gave Chloe a lovely warm thrill

“I’d love to!” Tina said sincerely “I just thought it was fair to give you an exit in case you wanted to go home”

“Did I look like I wasn’t having fun?” Chloe asked concerned,

Tina considered this for a moment “I thought you seemed like the kind of person who would be polite to the point of holding up even if you were bored out of your mind”

“Oh my goodness, I don’t know if that’s good or bad!” Chloe laughed “I’m not bored at all but I do know that’s one of my defects, seeming uninterested and I guess, distant sometimes… like I’m only politely humoring someone?” She pondered “even when that’s not the case. My sisters and I even used to joke about me not having a soul”

“That’s so creepy!” Tina laughed

“Isn’t it! we used to have so much fun with it, we still do sometimes, mum always said it was because I spent so much time with my brother, he’s not a people person, but he’s rather sweet in his own way” Chloe said animatedly “Are you having fun though? Should I be the one to offer you an exit?”

Tina shook her head and a few strands of hair escaped her ponytail, framing her face in a way Chloe thought positively bewitching, just like a mischievous wood nymph

“I’m having lots of fun,” Tina said “I am sorry I profiled you!”

“That’s the detective side of you taking over” Chloe said fondly

Tina smiled “I’m only an officer, though”

“Would you like to be a detective someday?” Chloe asked with interest

“Yes, someday, but I’m not quite like Gavin”

“That’s your friend with the cats!” Chloe interjected feeling proud of remembering that little fact, she was starting to hold on and collect all the little details that were part of Tina’s life, like a little bird gathering the softest feathers and sturdier little branches for her nest.

Tina nodded “He’s so work oriented; it’s almost all he thinks about. He aims to beat the record for youngest Lieutenant and he probably will, but I’m–” she shrugged “I’d love to be a detective in a couple of years, but I don’t think I have many work related ambition after that.” She said with a frown “I only want a stable comfortable life like everyone I guess, but I’m not aiming to be the absolute best or for riches and greatness” she smiled “that’s probably really bad of me to admit, and in a first date too” she rebuked herself “but I want to have time to do the things I love doing besides work… like napping!” she half-joked

“Well, that sounds perfectly reasonable to me” Chloe said, thinking it would be lovely to have evening naps with Tina while they heard the rain outside, and wasn’t she getting a little bit ahead of herself there.

When they went out of the teashop it had stopped raining, there were small ponds all over the sidewalk and rain drops still caught in the leaves of the trees

“Should we go to that exhibit then?” Tina asked

“Absolutely!” Chloe said

“And only to be sure…” Tina said, with a puckish smile “It’s Chloe, right?”

Chloe blushed prettily at being found out

“I am afraid so” Chloe said “I’m sorry, Cassie couldn’t make it, and I was supposed to tell you but you looked like such a –“

“Sorry thing?” Tina laughed

“Interesting person!” Chloe said blushing again, “How did you know?”

“Well, I’m an amazing detective to be with years of training, and absolutely astonishing powers of deduction” Tina said proudly

“I’d say…”

“And your sister said you were coming in her place in the last text I could read before I dropped my phone in the fountain”

“You knew all along and didn’t tell me!” Chloe chided her playfully “That’s so mean!”

“Aren’t you the same?” Tina asked, pulling softly at one strand of Chloe’s hair

“Right,” Chloe agreed with a pretty nod “that makes us even” she said standing on tiptoe to kiss Tina, both of them hoping it was the first of many kisses to come.

#dbhrarepairsweek #Tina Chen #RT600 chloe #detroit become human #tina x chloe #dbh chloe #my stories #mystories

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heylizzo · 7 years ago

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what are you doing new year’s eve → crissen

Darren attends Lizzie’s New Year’s Eve party, and she lets her guard down enough to tell him how she feels about him, and what she wants. JJ and I take more than a month to finish this, because we’re like that. @stfudarren

Darren: knew that absolutely nothing beat this time of year. There was a kind of magic in the air at all times that was only heightened by being able to spend time with his family and now with great company to bring one of the best years of his life to a close. The fact that Lizzie was hosting a party made him very happy for obvious reasons but also because it meant that she had this free time and was able to enjoy the house she had put so much time and effort into. It would be nice to see her in this element and see her playing host. He imagined it was a relatively formal event so he went with a pretty simple black suit and an almost wine red colored shirt. To be obnoxious but also celebrate the spirit of the night, he picked up those noise makers, 2018 beads and even those New Years top hats. He got to Lizzie's place very early since he was serious about helping. There were some people doing the same already so he was able to just go right through the front door and he found her not too long after going over something with someone. He waited until the conversation was over before walking up to her with a smile. "You look great but clearly, you're missing some 2018 mardi gras beads." He said, shaking the bag in his hand before turning a little serious. "You do look great though and I hope it's okay that I just kind of snuck in here."

lizzie: Once people had begun to filter in, Lizzie had just let the door stay open so people could feel free to enter - it just seemed easier than going back and forth to answer the door over and over, especially when she was occupied with making sure people were eating and drinking, getting some last minute hors d'oeuvres out of the oven, and making sure there was plenty of booze out for everyone. She was dressed for the occasion in a long black skirt that was slit on both sides nearly to her hip bones and a simple white v-neck that was sheer enough to reveal the dark lace of her bra. She was just arranging a tray of crackers around a baked brie, assuring her guests she didn't need any help when she glanced up and caught sight of his warm, familiar smile as he closed the gap between them. She felt the familiar flip in her stomach at the sight of him, the sudden rush of warmth that spread to her chest that always greeted his arrival, and instantly abandoned her task to turn all of her attention to him. "Give me all the beads you've got, Criss," she laughed, hiding the blush the crept up her neck at his compliment by wrapping her arms around him, burying her face in his neck for the briefest of moments, just savoring being close to him again. "You look amazing. Thank you for coming, Darren. Wouldn't be a party without you."

Darren: The vibe was good already and Lizzie's place did look pretty amazing from the little he saw. He'd see more of it throughout the night so he wasn't worried about that. His focus now was just on her and getting whatever chance he could with her before the rest of the guests came in and she was in full host mode. As he took a look at her, he realized that saying she looked great was an understatement. She looked gorgeous and it slapped him hard in the face, especially as he thought about the fact that they had gone a few days now without seeing each other. She just seemed to get more gorgeous every time he saw her. "We'll see if you earn the beads. I don't just hand them out for nothing." He joked as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze before taking in the moment. "You don't have to thank me. There's nowhere else I'd rather be." He said as he pulled back and gave her a kiss on the cheek before speaking up again. "What can I do? And don't say nothing."

lizzie: She let herself linger for a moment in his arms, not pulling away even though the room was full of other people. It wasn't that it didn't still tickle at the back of her mind, the worry about what this might mean, what risk came with letting him get close like this, it was that she didn't care more than she just wanted to be close to him. "I'm still glad you're here." Pulling back to look up at him, she let herself indulge in a brief moment of ghosting her fingertips along his jawline before she finally gave into propriety and pulled away, straightening up. "Um, how about you make a pitcher of margaritas while I put this brie and crackers out? All the fixings are on the counter - if you want to do that I'll be right back to help out." Reaching out to touch his hip briefly, she turned her attention back to her hostess duties and brought the tray out into the living room, then greeted a few new guests and did a round to make sure everyone had drinks and food, that the door out to the garden was open to let people know they were welcome to sit outside if they liked, and that the music was still on a good shuffle before her giant circle around the first floor brought her back to the kitchen, and Darren. "How's it going, then? Should we do a taste test?"  Darren: There was a moment where Darren completely forgot that they weren't in their own little bubble like when they were together in Atlanta or after his show. There would be plenty of friends there and plenty of questions, too. Still he was drawn to her though and that would only really make him not stand by her side all night like he wanted to. He knew she needed to play host and he also knew that he'd most likely act like they were in their own world once they did get the chances to interact, like right now. "I'm glad you decided to do this." He smiled over at her before taking a moment to look around. "From the little I've seen, everything looks amazing in here." He added that in just for good measure in case she was nervous about anything. It was almost funny how he instantly leaned into her touch and then clearly deflated slightly once she pulled away. "It would have sounded better if you asked me to spike the punch. But okay, I can handle that." In the brief moment she touched him, he was able to then grab her hand and give it a squeeze before he turned to get to work. When do so, he said his hellos to anyone that was around and still managed not to majorly mess anything up. Luckily, he had a little experience making margaritas before so he was sure he did at least an okay job. When Lizzie came back, he tapped on the counter as if to start a drumroll while wearing a stupid smile. "I think you should. Be brutally honest."

lizzie: "Alright, let's see if you did me proud." Going up on her tiptoes so she could lean all the way across her counter, she snagged two glasses suitable for their drinks and let herself fall back onto her heels. Being generous with her pours, she doled them out a cocktail each and handed him his glass, making a big show of taking a cautious sip, like she was really worried he might have done her dirty with his mixology skills. "Mm, I think... it's passable," she finally judged, managing to keep her face somber for a whole two seconds before she broke into a grin. "It's delicious, Criss. You're a credit to my kitchen." The tequila was piling on top of a glass of champagne she'd had when the first guests started to arrive, but she knew she wouldn't start to feel warm and floaty until she'd finished her second drink of the night. So she couldn't blame the alcohol when she moved closer to him, reaching out again to undo the button on his suit jacket. "You went single-breasted tonight, ignoring all my great advice about a double-breasted suit." Another smirk, another big sip of her drink. Maybe she was trying to build up some liquid courage, even though she knew she should keep a level head until her guests had all arrived and gotten into the booze themselves. "So, any resolutions for the new year?"

Darren: After taking the glass from her, Darren waited patiently for Lizzie to take the first sip. How cautious she was being made him laugh a little. He knew there might be a little seriousness in it since he himself was a little cautious as he took a sip from his glass. "Passable." He repeated slowly just before she spoke up again. He then laughed, shaking his head slowly. "You got me. That was as stressful as I'd imagine being on a cooking show would be but glad to not bring shame to the kitchen." He took another sip of the drink and nodded to himself as he was a little proud of his creation. His focus completely shifted from the drink to Lizzie as she moved closer to him. The action was a bit unexpected but he wrapped his free arm around her, placing his hand on her lower back. "Is that your way of saying I look terrible? Jeez, tell me how you really feel." He took a sip of his drink at that moment just to cover up his smile. "You know, I do. Make more music, keep in better contact with people and make sure I spend as much time with this pretty girl I know. How about you?"

lizzie: "Well, not /terrible/," she hummed, grinning at him as he wrapped his arm around her, pulled her closer. It was amazing how the rest of the room seemed to drop out of focus when they were this close - he was the only thing she could see, the only thing that held her focus. "To keep spending as much time with you as I can, to get through the Infinity War press tour without going insane, and to finally announce something from my production company, because I've been working on them for like, at least two years now." She looked like she had more to say, but just then a load of people came through the door and she had to pull away from him, though she did it reluctantly. It was another hour before she was able to turn her attention back to him, and the party was in full swing now. Lizzie was several drinks in, and when she found herself alone in the hallway with him, she couldn't help the excited little noise that came out of her. "Darren!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him to make sure she dominated his attention. "Where have you beeeeen I missed you! It's almost midnight, you know. Have you had anything to drink??"

Darren: When he heard her own resolutions, he couldn't help but smile as he lifted his glass. Once she finished, he spoke up. "As much as I'd love to see you go insane, it probably wouldn't make spending time with you too fun so here's to that, too. And I'm looking forward to whatever that announcement is. I know you'll do big things in 2018." He raised his glass a little more and clicked it with hers as if that would make their resolutions official. If he was being honest, up until that point, he hadn't really even had his own resolutions planned out yet here they were now and he was determined to accomplish them all. As the party carried on, Darren made his rounds and spoke to some old and new faces. He had drank a little but nothing too crazy. As soon as Lizzie came around, he could tell that she probably had more than he had for sure. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and steadied her a little. "Avoiding you obviously." He joked. "I missed you, too, and yes, I do know. I have but maybe not enough since you seem to be on a fun level."

lizzie: She leaned her weight against his arms, happy to let him keep her steady now that she had him to herself. "Mm, then either you need to speed up or slow down. We gotta be on the same level, because I was sort of hoping I could take advantage of you tonight." Smirking, she shifted her weight so they were pressed together, keeping her eyes on his to gauge his reaction before she dipped her head down to nuzzle her nose against his throat, inhaling the scent of his cologne on his collar, the warmth of his skin tickling against her lips. "You've been very patient, you know."

Darren: The words coming out of her mouth were definitely a bit unexpected but he wasn't exactly opposed to them. After all they had been through, he was hoping tonight would at least lead to kiss at least. Not that he went in with any expectations at all. He'd be completely patient if he had to which he had been already. "You're just trying to get me drunk now." He said, shaking his head quickly before taking a sip from the drink he did have. He kept her close and even secured his arm around her waist a little more. "Yes." He breathed out as he felt her breath and her lips on his neck. "I told you I would be." He said now running his hand up her arm.

lizzie: couldn't help the little smirk that rose when she felt his hard exhale, heard the needy quality in the one word he managed in response to her teasing. He'd been patient, more willing to let her figure herself out, to take things slowly than she would have thought anyone could manage. He'd been so good about giving her space, letting her set the pace of things between them, not pushing her but not making her feel like he'd completely lost interest either. When she thought that it had been two months now of this, of the flirting and the trips to see each other, sleeping under the same roof some nights without even so much as a kiss, she couldn't believe she'd managed to find someone so good, so patient, so willing to just want her for who she was and not what she could give him after convincing herself for so long that she wasn't really worthy of either. That kind of patience, she thought, deserved a reward. "Mm, and you kept your word," she murmured, trailing her lips over his throat more deliberately now, tracing a path up until she felt the scratch of the stubble under his chin, climbing higher until her lips were pressed right against his ear. "What if I told you you didn't have to be patient anymore? What if I told you that I'm tired of waiting, of denying myself what I want?"

Darren: There was a lot going on in Darren's mind in that moment. Of course, he knew that Lizzie had been drinking so he was wondering whether or not that may be influencing her just a little but that was just his own paranoia. Something deep down told him that she'd be doing this sober, too, maybe not to this extent but still. The two of them had been through a lot from the moment they started talking and now it just seemed kind of perfect that it might all come together for them as they closed out 2017. It made him extremely hopeful for the year ahead of them. As she worked her way up towards his ear, most of the thoughts in his head disappeared as he was just focused on her. His arm got a little tighter around her as he tried his best to keep his composure. After she finished speaking, he cleared his throat softly and pulled back just a little so that he could look down at her. He was trying to think of about a million different things to say to her but he mainly just wanted to know if she was sure. However, the look in her eyes answered that question for him before he even had to answer it. He smiled a little and instead of answering, he brought his free hand up to her cheek and brought her for a kiss.

lizzie: Maybe it was cliche to do this on New Year's Eve, a night where finding someone to kiss was practically required, but she'd decided long before she had her first drink that she was ready, that this - he - was what she wanted. If the alcohol was making her do anything, it was telling him this now, in the hallway where anyone could walk by to see them wrapped up in each other, rather than waiting to be alone with him, to have the house to themselves. But it was hard to stop letting yourself have what you want all the time, and even harder after a couple of drinks when what you wanted insisted on being there looking that good, that kissable, that perfect. So when his eyes met hers, he didn't see a trace of doubt - just a woman who wasn't afraid to show him how badly she wanted him, and when he kissed her, she clasped her hands around his head and kept him close, not letting it be timid or soft or short. She wanted to taste him, and the way she deepened the kiss immediately, curved her body right against his, told him exactly where her mind was.

Darren: Since they had kind of established things between each other, Darren had been thinking about this moment. There had been plenty of different scenarios in his head but maybe the one he would have thought up last would be what was currently happening. It was a bit cliche and potentially very public but despite the unexpectedness and spontaneity, he thought it was perfect. The kiss itself proved that and made him wish that he had been able to do it sooner but he was glad to know it was now something he could do much more in the future. It was clear this wasn't going to be a timid or soft kiss. It was very clear that there was a lot of pent up emotions and feelings going into this so he moved his one hand down so that he could wrap his arms around her waist to bring her in closer against him. Darren could sense where her mind was the moment he felt her against her neck so he had an idea where things might lead and how the setting wasn't exactly ideal but that didn't stop him for the time being. It seemed like the universe had other plans though as one of the party guests drunkenly stumbled down the hallway where they were, causing Darren to reluctantly pull back to look though he kept Lizzie close still. He then turned back to her with a small smile on his face. "I hope that answered your questions."

lizzie: She knew immediately she loved the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, small previews in his hugs, when they danced nothing compared to the feeling of his arms around her waist, crushing her against him with real want. That was a feeling she knew she could quickly become addicted to, never really be able to get enough of. But she'd have to make do without, at least for now, when they were so rudely interrupted by one of the dozens of people in her house coming crashing into the hallway, jostling the two of them enough that they pulled back from each other, though they didn't exactly pull away. "It answered a few of them, though I'd really like to hear more from you, in depth." She sighed and glanced around, realizing now that a group of chattering people had set up camp at the other end of the hallway, their privacy definitely shattered for now. "Later," she conceded reluctantly, leaning up to rest her forehead against his for the briefest of moments before she finally pulled away. God, she hated that feeling instantly - all she wanted was to be close again. "I'm gonna sober up and do some more hostessing, if you want to join me. And after midnight, I'm going to be the rudest woman in the world and put all of these drunk idiots into Ubers immediately so I can have the house and you all to myself - how does that sound?"

Darren: There had been a few teasers here and there in the past that lead Darren to realize just how much he loved being close to her. This right now sealed the deal on that as he was sure he'd never get tired of this. It had been awhile since he had felt like this and to be honest, it had really been one of the first times he had ever really waited this long for someone but he'd do it again if he had to. He contained the smile on his face as he heard her response. For now, a nod was all he could do in return because his mind just went to a million different places then and the group of people suddenly not too far from them took his attention for a brief moment. "Later." He repeated slowly as she pulled away. Sure, he had been patient all this time already but he thought that now waiting for later tonight would prove to be the most difficult yet. "I was thinking you could just kick 'em all out and let them fend for themselves but I guess Ubers sound okay, too." He joked as he took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "But no, it sounds more than perfect to me."

lizzie: "How very altruistic of you." She grinned at his little hand squeeze, leaning in for one more quick kiss before she let herself slide back into hostess mode. With a sigh, she walked with him back into the living room and discovered to her dismay that the snack and appetizer supply had become seriously depleted. Instantly, she threw herself back into stocking the party and making sure everyone was having a good time. She saw Darren again a few times throughout the night, stealing little moments where she could grab his hand, steal a kiss, or just spend a little time with him inside the bustle of the party. At midnight, she made sure she was with him for the countdown, toasting the room with champagne as they counted down at the top of their lungs, and sharing a kiss with him as the clock clicked over to midnight. It was the perfect start to the new year - with the man she wanted to be with most, sharing a kiss, being in his arms, surrounded by friends who were all having the time of their lives. It was another hour before the place started to clear out, Lizzie making sure everyone who didn't have a designated driver was hopping into a cab or an Uber, and as she waved goodbye to the last guest, she visibly sagged against the door, like all of the energy was drained from her body. "I'm not throwing another party for like, five years, just so you know."

Darren: After she left, Darren could admit that he was feeling a lot happier than he was in the beginning of the night. That happiness only grew further when Lizzie found him at midnight. Sure, he had been looking for her himself but he figured she'd be busy or too drunk to seek him out as well. The fact that she did come to him and he was able to share that kiss with her meant the world and he knew even more so now that the year to come would be the best one yet. What added to how special it was was the fact that they were open about it and surrounded by people they knew. As the night carried on and started to come to an end, he did was he could to help Lizzie get everyone where they needed before he began to do just a little clean up where he could. He reached down to pick up a cup that was on the floor and laughed as he heard what she had to say. "You've earned at least 5 years off if you ask me." He said, standing up straight and walking over to her. "I'd say it was a big success though. One of the best New Years parties I've been to but then again I may be a little biased."

lizzie: "Maybe a little, yeah," she agreed, grinning as she turned to face him, opening her arms so he could stop close. "You don't have to clean, stop. You're my guest, I'll take care of it in the morning." She took the cup he was holding from his hand, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could survey the damage. The mess wasn't too bad, but it would take at least an hour tomorrow to get it looking like new again. Hey, at least she wouldn't have a hangover, thanks to him keeping her in check for the night. "It was a really great night, though. I had a great time, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. It was everything I wanted." Turning her head, she pressed a kiss against his neck, another right beside it, then pulled back just enough so she could look up at him coyly, chewing on her bottom lip. "Well, almost everything I wanted."

Darren: When she took the cup, he let out a laugh as he then took the moment to look around as well. "You might regret that decision in the morning." He noted, laughing a little more. Hosting parties was always great until you got down to the clean up. But Darren knew he'd help her in any way he could so it shouldn't be so bad hopefully. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around her waste and brought her in closer to him. Finally, there wasn't any hesitation or fear attached to doing so. "Everyone did enjoy themselves and I'm glad you had a good time." There was a moment after he felt the kiss when he froze but then immediately relaxed, tightening his grip around her. When she looked up at him, he gave her a small smirk. "I'm really glad the cleaning is happening tomorrow now." He let out and then waited a beat for leaning down to kiss her.

#[ i see the signs of a lifetime ]#p.021 #d.criss

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theycallme-tunathot · 8 years ago

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Inheritance

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader Rating: PG-13 Warnings: briefly mentions suicide in here Synopsis: Jinyoung is in for more than he bargained for when he attempts to distract himself during a company gala. Author’s Note: Hey guys, hope you like this one. It’s based off of a poem called “Inheritance” by Warsan Shire. Gif credit goes to its creator, not me.

“You have sad eyes.”

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She caught me off guard.

To say that it was unsettling would be a bit of an understatement considering how disinterested I was in this entire evening. Gala number six of the week and I was worn out with smiling and making polite chit chat. I would prefer being anywhere but here, but I didn't have that luxury.

When you're the heir to such a large company, attending stuffy galas with people who could hardly remember your name was a duty.

In all the humdrum of idle prattle and nearly agonizing false pleasantries, I saw her. An unfamiliar face in a sea of indistinguishable faces I memorized for years.

I watched in slight awe as she lazily leaned over the bar, obviously giving the other woman a drink order. Her eyes were wide open as she took in the scene before her. The dress she wore wasn't all that special, something that could easily be found in a boutique in the city. The color complimented her skin and hugged her frame just enough to show me just how curvaceous she was.

Yet she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Glancing away momentarily, hoping I wouldn't be too obvious with my staring, I smiled politely at one my father's long-time investors.

"How much longer until you see the top of this company Jinyoung?" he asked, his heavy voice vibrating around the small space between us.

I gave a self-conscious laugh and shrug, "I suppose when my father feels I'm ready."

"Surely he feels you're ready now after that Shanghai account."

I was beginning to feel embarrassed. I wished he would stop, but yet it would be rude to ask him to do so. "You know about that?"

"Jinyoung, that story is everywhere at this point," he laughed, clapping my shoulder harshly. "I've heard from a few of my colleagues that you've made quite the impression on many around the industry."

More embarrassment followed and to save myself, I took a long sip of champagne.

"Darling, stop it, you're embarrassing him," his wife chided, giving me an apologetic smile.

I shook my head as I swallowed the warm liquid down with ease. "No worries, I'm very grateful that you have taken notice sunbaenim."

Just as he responded, my eyes traveled the room once more. Without much work or effort on my part, I found the same girl again. This time she was coddling a wine glass filled with a rosé of some kind. For a moment, I found myself wondering what kind of wine she was drinking. I also noted that she was leaning against one of the pillars at the edge of the room. What an odd place to stand.

And that's when my father slapped me on the shoulder, joining in on the conversation.

"Moon Chulsoo-ssi," my father greeted with a respectful bow. "I hope you are enjoying the evening."

"I am! I was actually just discussing the company's latest victory," he said, smiling directly at me.

"Ah yes, Jinyoung-ah is getting more like me with each passing day."

My stomach lurched in reflex to the statement. The last thing I wanted was to become my father. It was a promise I made not just to myself, but to my mother as well. One of him was enough.

I gave off an awkward laugh as I raised my champagne flute to my lips again. Taking a long sip, my eyes traveled the room to see the girl from earlier hadn't moved. She was still standing there, clutching the wine glass for dear life and staring with wide eyes at the scene before her.

She must not be used to this, I thought to myself as I finished off the last of the beige liquid. Licking my lips, I excused myself, claiming I was going for more champagne.

I didn't want to be obvious and approach her immediately. She looked kind of scared, maybe on edge and the last thing she probably wanted was someone approaching her out of nowhere. As a waiter with a tray full of champagne flutes passed, I picked up yet another glass and slowly moved my way through the clusters of guests.

Finally reaching the pillar she was standing at, I leaned against the back of it. I'm not sure why I chose this particular spot when I was trying to seem normal. It seemed strange didn't it? I mean, I was literally on the other side of her, the only thing separating us from standing back-to-back was a large marble pillar.

So, in a moment of indecisiveness, I decided to stand motionless, hoping she wouldn't notice that I was standing there.

But it didn't take her long to notice me.

"Is there something I can do for you?"

A smooth voice broke me out of my introspection. Looking to my left and right, I finally turned around to see an arm sticking out of the other side of the pillar, a wine glass in hand.

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to buy time to come up with a plan for interaction.

"I'm assuming your pretending to blend in with this pillar for a reason?"

"Oh, I was just--"

"Escaping?" she offered.

I watched as she turned around, her head popping out over the side of the pillar.

Bashfully I laughed, my free hand rubbing the back of my neck nervously. With a small nod and my gaze averted, I replied breathlessly. "Yeah."

A grin firmly fixed on her face, she moved so that more of her was visible from behind the pillar. "Can't say I blame you."

Her response was interesting, considering her bewildered expression from earlier. I was under the impression that she was new to this kind of setting. But her response, matched with her tone, seemed to contradict that notion.

"Not a fan of these things either?" I asked, taking a step forward.

She matched my movement, now completely in full view. A cursory glance at her outfit up close made me regret ever thinking that it was ordinary. The fit was too perfect to be some ordinary dress.

"I'm utterly lost at these things," she admitted, giving a tight-lipped smile.

"You and I both."

"Really?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Could've fooled me standing behind this pillar."

When I realized she made a joke, I laughed, looking down at my shoes. At least she had a sense of humor.

As she took a sip of her wine, I took a moment to force myself to continue the conversation. "I've never seen you around here before. Do you come to these often?"

She breathed out an inaudible laugh as she shook her head, "Not these days. I wouldn't have come if my father didn't ask."

"Your father?"

"Yeah, he's the goofy looking guy over there, probably chatting about the joys of a green economy," she replied.

Looking in the general direction that her hand and wine glass gestured to, I could see him. The older man didn't look all that old, perhaps a few years younger my own father. He was also tall, extremely tall. While that didn't seem to be a trait that he passed onto his daughter, they certainly had similar features. From similar noses to the shape of their face, they definitely looked related.

"Do you have a name, Plus One?"

I could see a hint of mischief flash across her face when she heard the nickname I gave her. She was amused and was willing to play along. And this only made her more intriguing.

Raising her wine glass to her lips, she took another sip of the beverage before offering a shrug.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe you have a name?" I asked curiously.

"What's yours?"

Pursing my lips in thought, I debated giving her a fake name. While she may never have met me, I'm sure she's heard my name and knows of me. After all, she's at the party. My mind didn't hesitate to remind me that she said earlier that this wasn't really her scene. So maybe she didn't know me at all.

The corners of my mouth stretched slightly. Even if she did know me, it was still an interesting move on her part. I couldn't remember the last time I properly introduced myself in casual conversation.

So, instead of lying, I set my champagne flute on a passing tray and grinned. "My name is Jinyoung."

"Jinyoung," she repeated, her voice taking on a light, floaty quality. It was almost as if she was trying it on for size, wanting to know what it felt like rolling off her tongue.

"Perfect," I replied. Daringly, I took another step toward her which she matched with equal courage. "And your name?"

She looked torn for a mere split second before, she turned her head to the side. As she stared, her body slowly turned as well. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she looked back at me, eyes alight. It was a look that screamed she was up to no good.

"Have you ever been on the balcony here?" she inquired, the tone in her voice only reinforcing the look in her eyes.

"No."

Sure I had. Dozens of times. The foreigner who owned this restaurant was a family friend, one of my father's first real clients. There wasn't a room, crook, cranny or spot in this restaurant I hadn't touched or stood in.

None of that mattered though.

Without any other response or even warning, the woman before me grabbed my hand, setting her nearly empty wine glass on a passing tray. Her hand was soft, fragrant. My skin seemingly buzzed underneath her palm as she pulled me toward the balcony.

Once she pushed the door open only slightly, just enough for the two of us to squeeze through, I watched as she pushed it closed quietly. I couldn't stop grinning, so in an attempt to hide it, I tilted my head back and stared up at the clear night sky.

I could hear her inhale deeply beside me and could practically hear her smile as she stared out at the cityscape.

"Fresh air always puts things into perspective doesn't it?"

Instead of responding, I remained silent, wondering if she would elaborate. And when she didn't, I felt like too much time passed to continue the conversation. Seems as if she felt the same since she automatically changed the subject on her own.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, her voice light and fluffy.

I had to admit this conversation was getting stranger by the moment. She didn't sound scared to reveal a secret, so maybe I was reading too far into it. But it was still really odd. Why would she tell me a secret before she gave me her name?

"What kind of secret?"

"This is the closest to Heaven as I'll ever get in this lifetime."

I had several questions geared up, my mind sorting them out and organizing them by importance. I was ready to ask these too. But the moment she opened her mouth and offered the secret without even answering my question, the whole mood shifted. Suddenly I realized I wasn't in control of this conversation.

It took a while before my brain finally processed what she said and as soon as my eyebrows knitted together, she threw a glance back at me—one that seemed to look past the carefully crafted image I presented the outer world.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think?"

She laughed after responding, her eyes daring to slip further past the first layer of my armor and into the second and third.

When I failed to reply, she nodded.

"You have sad eyes."

And without the warning, I could hear my figurative wall shudder under the weight of her statement. What did she mean by that? How could anyone tell if you had sad eyes? If they were sad, wouldn't someone tell me?

"Do I?" I asked, coaxing her in a very indirect way to continue.

She hummed back as her eyes bore deeper. "I mean, earlier they didn't feel that way, but somehow they feel that way now."

With measured steps, the woman advanced, her movements sure but slow and steady. When we were considerably closer than we were all night, she stared into my face. I could've sworn her stare was searing through my skin, but I didn't make a move as she scanned every feature of my face. I wanted to ask her what she saw, but the words weren't coming fast enough.

"Where did you get them?" she asked softly.

"Get what?"

"Your sad eyes."

One corner of my mouth quirked up, "It's a Marc Jacobs spring/summer collection item."

When she didn't laugh at the joke, I coughed uncomfortably and looked way. She asked again, this time softer as if she now understood how heavy a question she asked.

Sighing deeply, I combed through my memory. It was a hard question to answer considering this was the first time anyone pointed it out. But that didn't stop my determination to find an answer. And that's when a fragmented memory played in my mind. A series of images of my mother, openly and shamelessly pleading with my father to take her back if only to work as a servant at the house. The way my father turned her away, publicly shaming her in front of his employees. The divorce process had been a mess, I knew that much. But I didn't understand then how much my mother lost—not until I was much older.

Blinking a couple of times, my vision returning to settle on the girl in front of me, I debated answering. But there was something so calming in the way she stared up at me.

"My mother."

Reaching up, she touched along my brow bone, tracing along the sides of my eyes, the lines that appeared there passed down from my own father. Her fingers didn't stop there. They traced along the bridge of my nose, dipped along my cheekbones. I wasn't sure how long I stood there, watching her as her eyes easily followed along the features of my face, but I was surprised that I let her continue without any explanation.

"And your lips, where did you get those?"

I smiled, watching her return the gesture. "My mother."

I looked a lot like my mother. The older I got, the more it was clear. I had a theory that maybe my father treated me so harshly because I was a reminder of the price of ego and stupidity. Perhaps my face was the ghost of my mother, doomed to haunt him.

The woman in front of me only nodded, ignoring the hair that blew over her face at the gust of wind. And without a second thought my own hand moved to push the hair out of her eyes and face.

"And the loneliness?"

Each question landed a fatal blow to the wall I carefully put up between people at these functions and the Jinyoung I knew myself to be. My father didn't need the little boy who constantly thought about his mother and focused on how he felt more than duty. No, he needed a stony, stoic son who was business savvy and capable of closing and picking up accounts internationally. That's what it meant to be his son.

"My mother," I answered, my voice distant. "She never fit in this world."

"Like you?"

I wordlessly nodded.

"And that broken heart?" she asked, letting her hands fall from my face.

In all that time I hadn't noticed that my hand was still cupping her face, but I didn't move even after I finally did. I was too lost in thought. I wasn't sure what caused me more heartache: my father or my mother. While my father taught me what heartbreak looked like, my mother showed me what true heartbreak was. After the divorce, I watched a proud woman break under the pressures of what our family expected of her now that she was an ex-wife. My father, the love of her life, not offering one ounce of help in that time. It was hard to tell if my heart broke at the treatment of my mother or her ultimate fate.

Perhaps my heart could've survived a life where my mother struggled under my father's ego. I would suffer alongside my heart, but it might've been bearable. But the news of my mother's suicide—that was a pain I'd never known and a pain I have yet to feel again.

Biting back the urge to let unshed tears free, I forced my wall to stay up.

"My mother."

By all intent and purpose, I should've left this woman on the balcony long before now. No normal person asked these kinds of questions at a gala of all settings. But at the same time, this was the first real conversation I had all week. It wasn’t a phony attempt to make me feel like someone cared or was listening. The woman in front of me was obviously listening. The expression on her face, one that expressed all the complexity of internalizing the answers I just gave, let me know she was listening.

"I noticed this earlier and didn't want to say anything as not to be rude--"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "We're a bit beyond that aren't we?"

She nodded, no smile appearing across her face. "Right. That's why I'm asking you now. You seem very...absent."

"Absent?"

"Absent. There's a unattainable vibe about you."

Now I was genuinely curious. If she could read my sad eyes, my heart break, my loneliness, I should've seen this coming. She could tell I kept myself at far distances from everyone. No matter how close anyone thought they were to me, I was truly further away than they thought. It was a talent I learned to survive my father and to survive my mother's death. My father was also an absent man in every sense of the word, something I inherited from him.

"Absence, where did you get that?"

There was a stint of silence as I mulled over the answer. With a sad smile I nodded. "My father."

It wasn't long after that answer that space was created between us yet again, and suddenly it felt like the night was coming full circle. I looked toward the restaurant to see the considerably large crowd thinned over the course of our conversation. Lounging comfortably in a chair, I smirked, knowing damn well that while the highly personal questions were uncomfortable, they far more interesting than another conversation about my success with the Shanghai account.

But as my attention focused back on the balcony, I looked to the woman who saved me from mindless chatter for the evening as she sat across the table. She seemed deep in thought since she ended her questioning, having said nothing to me since then. And somehow I wasn't upset with that. I spent the entire evening in an impenetrable bubble and enjoyed every second of it.

"So," I started, leaning forward. "I never did get your name."

Her eyes cut toward me, and I watched her sit up straighter in her chair. She lightly nodded, almost as if she forgot.

"I'm sorry about that," she stated. "I probably should've given you my name before prying huh?"

"If you give it to me now, all is forgiven."

A lopsided smile graced her lips as she propped her elbows against the table. "Fine. My name is Y/N. My sad eyes and my lips are a gift of my father's. My loneliness a parting gift from my mother and my heartache a memento of the time she spent with us."

I mulled over her formal introduction, answering her own question in an attempt to not make me feel so awkward for disclosing my own answers. I stared with intrigue.

"And your absence?"

"Me."

I watched as she looked at something in the windows and sighed. Standing up, she gathered her clutch and moved from behind the table. And just like that the bubble seemed to pop. Reality set in. She came here with her father and his presence near the window was probably indication that he was ready to leave. But I wasn't ready to end the night. I had more things to discuss with Y/N.

I immediately stood up too, shoving my hands into my pockets, unable to stop staring. The wind gave another refreshing gust as she moved toward the door. As her hand clutched the door knob, she hesitated a moment.

That moment of hesitation was the moment I needed to savor the last few moments of our intimate conversation.

"Y/N," I called out.

When I was sure I had her attention, I smiled nervously and let the toe of my shoe drag along the tiled ground.

"I just...thank you for tonight."

She smiled back, "It's always interesting how inheritance works."

I could only nod before blurting out the next question. "If I wanted to continue a conversation with you, how would I find you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked facetiously.

"How do I know if you're real and not some spiritual guide who will disappear the second you leave the balcony?"

"You read too many books," she immediately shot back.

So she got my Bagger Vance reference...

"I'd like to meet you again."

Silently nodding, she pressed her lips together before she sighed deeply. She began to recite a series of numbers, but when I was too slow to take my phone out, she laughed. "Are you a genius with numbers or do you just remember everything you hear?"

Laughing, I took my phone out and she recited the numbers again.

As she opened the door, the air conditioning hitting my skin in a cool rush, she turned back to me one last time. "You know, you have the most expressive eyes I've ever seen," she said. "Such a shame no one can read them though."

Before the words truly set in she was back inside, speaking to her father as they walked past the bar and out of view from his spot on the balcony.

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Session 3

Session 3.

This was postponed initial due to Jason’s other work commitments. During the interviewing I discovered two major things one was peoples did not yet trust me and so their disclosures where samey and often dull. Two some of the interviews where too contravortial. Both these led to huge moral panic and questioning. Then I had the idea of The Procrastinarium a series of small interactive sideshows which open up an audiences creativity. I talked the idea through with Bella who had expressed a desire to work with me but not on Queen’s in Search of a Country.

Initially we thought big. After our Month travelling to Croatia, Norwich, Newcastle and Hull we met several artists and took part in various workshops. Two experiences that changed the way I understood my ideas where:

The Baltic exhibition of the artist Roddy Graham. http://www.balticmill.com/whats-on/rodney-graham I believe this interest came in the curation rather than the content. The Spaces in which his work occupied moved between invasive picture spaces to chilled out record listening areas. This and the breathed of his work excited me. There was also something in the way he showcased the everyday in big fascinating cinematic ways.

The other experience that changed things up was the workshop led by Stephen Mottram on The Logic of Movement.

I have been a fan of Mottram's work since he attended the Beveley Puppet Festival in 2008 with The Seed Carriers. His latest show The Parachute is my least favourite of his work but its simplicity and beauty appealed to me greatly when we witnessed it at The Moving Parts Festival. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-i8ReV5EU8

The shift of audience perspective is what we need to procrastinate effectively.

The initial ideas which needed scaling down and working on were:

The Procrastinarium!

Picture blowing up!

Using phones, trace image. Place traced image under tracing projector. Re-trace enlarged image.

Shadow puppetry!

Using paper cut techniques, using floaty materials, using gels.

Mask!

Trans mask and Full mask using the work of Steve Gerrard, Mark Pitman and Le Coq. Masks have simple expressions. Play against the mask. Game of guess the mask by endowments.

Bunraku puppets!

Simple rag puppets/torch puppets. explore the techniques used by Stephen Mottram in Logic of Movement. Weight, tempo, breath, transference.

Black out poetry!

Use junk mail letters creatively. Use old text creatively.

Marionettes!

Weight/tempo.

Primitive portraits!

By Bella to entice.

Scrap instruments.

A sound sculpture using pipes tuned to complimentary keys. Using gamelan techniques.

We told Jason and Ellie about this project they where very excited. Then we told the module leader and we were told it was not possible. Perhaps the ideas where too big. Perhaps the ideas where not heard fully. Regardless we where told by the module leader to work in a black box space. So we decided to do a play. Again it focussed on our over arching theme of home. Dislocation and home.

Here is the script:

Anne to camera.

It was cold. I was lost. I was cheery. My mother put me in a bluey green dress.

It was plain not patterned It brought light into my eyes. She said I must wait. I didn’t know what for.

Perhaps until it was good again.

She said I was beautiful and that I danced across her dreams every night. She said it was wrong. She said she should keep me safe in sleep not the other way round.

I was scared of the dark but it crept in. She tried to keep me away from it the best she could. Her feet where tangled. She stopped being. She was not near. I stopped being before the music started.

George: There’s a load of crap in these bags. Where do... What even is this? Ann: It’s a hat pin George. George: A hat pin? Ann: Yes. A pin for a hat.

George: Well do we sell Hat pins?

Ann: Yes. George: It’s pretty I suppose. Ann: Put it with the earrings. George: How much shall I put it out for? Fifty p? Ann: No. It’s beautiful. You can’t put it out for fifty p. Do it for one fifty. George: One forty nine. It is a charity shop after all. Not a vintage boutique. Ann: You’re funny.

George: What do you mean? Ann: When it comes to pricing. You always knock a penny off. George: Its psychology. You’re more likely to buy... I dunno its some bollocks I read once. Ann: Lalalalaala George: What? Ann: LaALALALA

George: Cut it out. Ann: I won’t listen if you keep swearing. George: Bollocks int swearing Ann: Lalalalala George: Fuck on the other hand. Ann: Laalalalalalaal George: Alright I won’t. Why don’t you like swearing anyway? Ann: Elsie Never swore. Told me it was bad. George: Oh. Yeah my Gran was the same. Still I bet she swore when you weren’t listening. Ann: No. Never. I was always there you see. George: Always? Ann: Yes. George: Even on the loo?

Ann: No... Not often. George: I bet she spoke like an Irishman’s .... when you weren’t there. Ann: No. George: I bet she did. Ann: She wouldn’t. Her dad was a sailor. George: There you go. Or was he whiter than white too? Ann: No. She didn’t like her dad.

George: Same. Look at all this tat. Hey there’s some records here. The Picture of Dorian Gray read by Hurd Hatfield. Bobby and Betty go to the Moon. Olivia Newton John Physical workout shred........ David Whitfield...

Ann: Caramia. George: Yeah. Hell you’ve got good eyesight. Read that right through me. Ann: It was Elsie’s favourite. Put it on. George: No.

Ann: Put it on.

George: We’ve not got a record player.

Ann: On your phone then.

George: I’ve not got any data.

Ann: Use the Cafe s wifi next door. That’s what you use when you go to look at those dirty videos in the loo.

George: I don’t. Ann: You do.

George: I don’t... I am signed in though because I had to send an email to...You’ve not told Mrs Foziard about that have you?

Ann: Don’t be daft. To her I’m a puppet. Remember. She’d have a triple bypass if I started telling her what you get up to in the loos.

George: How do you know?

Ann: Because you always have a wet patch on your shirt where you’ve been trying to clean your... excrement off. Don’t worry its perfectly natural.

George: Well I can’t do it at the hostel. Ann: You’re avoiding the subject George. George: I’m just surprised at your sleuth. Ann: Put Caramia on by David Whitfield. George: Alright. How do you spell Caramia? Is it with a c or a k? Ann: It’s on the record. C.

George: Oh yeah. Here it is.

Caramia Ann: That’s it. I’m back there. George: Where? Ann: With Elsie. I was so happy. George: It’s not th... Ann: Shush. I’m listening. That’s the Manitoni orchestra.

George: I thought that was a soup. Ann: Manitoni. Not Minestrone. George: It was a joke. Ann: Shush. I love that choir. George: Sounds like Disney.

Ann: That’s the point. I was Elsie’s fairytale. Hey what’s happened? Why’s it stopped? George: Buffering. And. And.And we’re back. Eh cheer up. It’s back on. Ann: I miss her so much. George I never wanted her to go. I wanted to go with her. George: Did she make you?

Ann: Yes.

George: Did she make any other puppets? Ann: No. I don’t like that word. Elsie made me because she had to. She... got pregnant.

unmarried to a polish man. He was left over from the war. Her father went mad. Her mother understood. She met him whilst working at the YMCA. She never told me his name. Wouldn’t speak it. He left. Went back to Poland the day after she told him she was having his child. He didn’t believe her accused her of all... he wasn’t very nice. Perhaps he was scared. It didn’t matter Elsie was alone. Her mother persuaded her father to let her stay in the house as long as she gave up the child when it was born.

George: What did she do? Ann: Exactly that. She called the child Clive. George: Why aren’t you a boy?

Ann: She wanted to make me like him but it was too painful. When she was pregnant she thought she was having a girl. She thought if she had a girl then her father would find it harder to send it away.

George: Did she find him? Ann: No. Never looked. I was all she needed. She always said... George: So he’s still out there?

Ann: I don’t know. He never got in touch. She gave him away after a week. I think that was what hurt the most. Her mother was doing her best trying to persuade her dad to let her

keep him but he wasn’t having any of it. She stalled him for a week but that week was a limbo. Like waiting to be sold.

George: Don’t be daft you’ll be bought by a nice kid. You’ll go to a good home.

Ann: I’ll get discarded after a year or two. Elsie never treated me like a toy. I was her child. So a week after his birth a couple from Shropshire, friends of Elsie’s dad came and got him. Never spoke of again until after the father died. When Elsie gave Clive up her and her mum and dad moved up here. Practically straight away.

George: hmmm Ann: Get away from... Anyway about a month after Elsie made me. George: Did She have any other Boyfriends? Ann: No. George: What never? She wasn’t a lesbian was she? Ann: No. just didn’t want the trouble. George: She must have had urges. Ann: No.

George: How do you know?

Ann: She was with me all the time. She would have told me. She lived with her parents her dad died. Her mum carried on for a while after then it was just me and her. until about a year ago when her cousin Karen heard she was ill and then she started hovering round. She never liked Elsie much. I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t have any of it.

George: After her money?

Ann: Why else would she bother appearing. Still her sons moved Elsie’s bed downstairs for her. But Karen kept putting me back upstairs when Elsie wasn’t looking. My house was upstairs but Elsie wanted me to be with her.

George: What happened at the end?

Ann: Nothing really just age. She was ninety two. George: Crikey. Ann: Things just went down hill for her. She was fiercely independent. She was a teacher. George: I hate teachers. Self righteous little....

Ann: Not Elsie. You would have loved Elsie. She taught in a special needs school. She was always their favourite. She used to take me in with her but I was too shy to talk. But in her last year she stopped driving when her car failed it’s MOT and she stopped going out. She

had a couple of falls. It was all very civilised. There was no grand deathbed scene. The doctors told her not to go up stairs anymore and the house wasn’t suitable for a stairlift but she’d sneak up to talk to me every night. Then of course the neighbours who knew of Elise’s problems saw the lights on upstairs and called Karen to come over. Elsie of course denied going up the stairs but.... She could be tricky like that when she wanted to be.

George: I’ve got to....

Ann: Get off?

George: No. I would never wank after you told me that stuff. I mean I will eventually but not straight away. I’ll leave it an hour at least. I might try one in the bus station toilets or on the back seat..... Oh god I see what you mean. Yes I’ve got to get off home now. Well not home but the hostel yes I...

Ann: Can you kiss me? George: What?

Ann: Will you kiss me? George:......................... Where? Ann: Here. George: bue...eee.....errrr. I it might be a bit.... Ann: Fine. George:(Kisses on forehead and bolts out the door) Must... Ann: Get off now? George: Miss me bus....

Ann to camera.

Train rides to the seaside where always fun. Me and Mum in Kiss me Quick hats. Dipping our toes in the freezing cold Irish Sea. The donkey rides.

Sleeping on the way home. Ice cream dripping on me.

Ann: So your mum’s been married four times? Is that right?

George: Yeah. Every one of them a total... Ann: Have any of them died?

George: Not that I know of. They didn’t when they were with her. I thought the stress might have got Barry. He was hubby number two. He was with her when I was six. Right little terror I was. He was sweet really... Posh car. He had a big house an all. On Vicky Dock. He used to drive us round all over. Peugeot something... I’ve never been one for cars me. He had a good job too. Worked for council. Something big in housing. He sorted us a nice flat. We jumped the waiting list. He had a dog too.

Ann: What kind? George: Chow. Ann: Auf Wiedersen. George: No a Chow. Ann: I know, I’m only messing. George: How do you know about dog breeds? Ann: I live in a charity shop. There’s always books on looking after dogs. Never ones on

looking after people but always ones on dogs.

George: Dogs come first see. That’s part of the reason why my mum gave him the elbow. That and... well he wasn’t very bothered about the other.

Ann: What other? George: You know S.E.X.. Ann: Oh.

George: He lived with his mother til he was thirty five. I hope I don’t end up like that. No I’d have killed her by then. I’d make it look like it was an accident. She tripped on a butty and slipped out of the window. When his mother died he thought a dog would make him feel better then he got me mother and lumbered with me. My mother is a very loud and

very active shagger. Barry was well a bit limp and a bit of a lump. A limp lump. She was wasted on him he wanted a domestic godess and he got a nymphomaniac who just wanted a bigger council flat. She couldn’t even make toast on a grill.

Ann: What about your dad?

George: Dunno. I’ve never met him. I’ve heard so many things about him... He was in a band. He shot an old lady for a fiver to get a bag of chips. He was in the circus as a freak act and escaped met my mum in Taveners married her the next day and got captured back into the circus. He worked on pylons. He’s from Cleethorpes.

Ann: Don’t you want to find him?

George: Not if any of that stuff is true. Husband number three was called Cliff! He was a kid really. Started seeing my mum when he was 16. His mam was my mum’s, cousin’s best friend’s sister so it was sort of incest. He used to have his hair spiked up like... he hated me. I was only about seven years younger than him. He used to sit outside the flat for hours in his car. It was bright yellow. He played Agadoo on repeat really loud. I think he must have been on something. Perhaps he was remembering happier times... I felt sorry for him but he was a weirdo.

Ann: What happened to him? George: Well he was up a ladder on a church roof. And he fell. Ann: ouch.

George: He knackered his back. Tried to get compensation but the church accused him of trying to nick their lead. Apparently he didn’t have permission to be up there. He said he was putting it back after he found it dumped by the roadside.

Ann: Did your mum believe him? George: No. None of us did.

Ann: Good. Stealing is bad. I’m glad your mum left him over dishonesty.

George: Oh no she wasn’t bothered about that. His back meant he couldn’t give her the other...

Ann: S.E.X.?

George: Exactly. For four months so she started getting it off Derek. He’s her latest squeeze. He is the most boring bastard I have ever met. He’s an ugly...

Ann: George! Be mice and don’t swear.

George: He’s an ugly git as well. He wears the same vest everyday and sits around in his boxers picking out... I don’t know what, from in between his toes, whiskers and bum crack. He puts a little pile of dead skin and fluff on the arm of his chair.

Ann: Disgusting. George: I know. Apparently he’s magic at the other. Ann: S.E.X.?

George: Yes. I could hear them every night. He gets disability for his sciatica. If the DWP could hear what he does to my mother with his problem I bet they’d deem him fit for work. He kicked me out.

Ann: Why?

George: He says he’s spiritual. Supposed to be a shaman or something, calls himself Four Ferrets. He retrieves people’s souls. He’s got my mum well hooked into it. He believes I’m full of bad spirits. Possessed...

Ann: By what?

George: An owl. Apparently an owl’s energy is not compatible with a ferret’s. So I was kicked out.

Ann: Didn’t your mum stop him? George: No. Men come first. Ann: That’s awful. George: No it’s not. I went to live with my Gran. She was sick. Ann: Oh.

George: Sick cool. Not sick dying. I mean she ended up sick dying. But when I first moved in she was just sick cool.

Ann: Is that why you’re in the hostel?

George: Yeah. She died and all the family wanted to get through all her stuff and sell it and... I mean it was a rented place too so they had to do it quick like. I got a box of it. But she was sweet. Used to smoke in bed. It was like a jungle her bedroom. She thought by having plants all around her bed it would swap the air for oxygen so the smoking wouldn’t be bad for her. It didn’t work.

Ann: I’m sorry.

George: Me too. She was lovely. She always gave me toffees in golden wrappers as a child and I’d suck on them for hours. And she used to put sugar in my lemonade to make it fizz up over the surface. She was the best friend I ever had. I wish I’d moved in sooner. It was awful at the end. She was in a hospice. The relatives had already started sorting out her stuff so I was the only one with her when it happened. Within seconds she was cold and stiff and I was crying. They’re used to it in the hospice. They were very kind. They took me away and gave me a chocolate hob knob or was it a ginger nut? I can’t remember funny what stays

and what doesn’t. I thought I’d remember that biscuit forever. I do remember it had fluff on it though. Come out of the jar. The jar was sticky.

George: Ann? Ann: Yes George. George: I’ve got you something. Ann: Really?

George: A present. Ann: You hid it from me all day? George: Yeah. I couldn’t give you it in front of the customers. Or Mrs Foziard. Ann: You haven't stolen it have you? George: No. It was in a box of my Gran’s things. Do you want it? Ann: Yeah. George: I wrapped it up and everything. The wrapping paper I nicked though. Ann: George.

George: Just kidding. It’s recycled. It was this kids birthday in the hostel and he had some presents. Anyway I got the paper out of the bin. There’s a bit of a stain on it. I think it’s pizza grease. At first I thought it was that stuff they put on condoms... Spermicide. But I’m pretty sure they don’t make tomato flavoured johnnies yet.

Ann: Thanks. I can’t open it...Felt hands you see. George: Oh yeah... Didn’t think of that...crap...er what shall we do then?

Ann: You could open it? George: Oh yeah. Good idea..... See... Ann: It’s beautiful. George: Its a mandolin. An Ann sized mandolin. Ann: An Anndolin. George: It’s a music box too. Listen. I just wind it up. Like I wind you up and.... See. Ann: Its amazing George... You’re sure it’s not stolen? George: Yes. What do you...

Ann: I know. It’s just you...

George: I know. But I’ve changed. It was my gran’s. She used to have it on her sideboard. On a doily. Brought it back from Spain or somewhere. Her first holiday after my Grandad died. She met a waiter called Og. He had jet black hair and a carpet on his chest. I think he gave it to her on their last night. HA I still don’t know how she got the mandolin. Get it? Eh?

Ann: It’s not funny. George: Okay. Anyway I used to dance around for hours with it. I used to love the tune.

Hmm Hmmm hmmm hmm mmmm. Ann: Do you play any instruments? George: Not reall... Well guitar... a bit. Ann: There’s one over there. Play it. George: No.

Ann: Go on. George: I don’t. Ann: You just said you did. George: Well I did. But I don’t play in front of people. Ann: Do puppets count? George:..... I thought you didn’t like that term? Ann: When it suits. Just play it George. George: I just used to play at my gran’s when no one was in. She was practically deaf

anyway. Oh go on then. WHOLE WIDE WORLD Ann: Did you write it yourself? George: I wish... It’s simple enough. Ann: It’s beautifully simple. George: Ha... It’s Wreckless Eric. Ann: Who?

George: Just this singer from the... Seventies? It’s my mum’s favourite. She had it at all four of her weddings. First dance and everything. I thought If I played it to her she’d stop going off with wankers.

Ann: George George: Fooking piss. Ann: George! George: What?

Ann: Don’t swear.... Mustn’t... Shouldn’t swear theres no need. George: Sorry. It’s just... I like it. Ann: Like what? George: Swearing. Course.

Ann: It’s stupid.

George: It makes me feel... Try it.

Ann: No. I don’....

George: Go on. Just F. just once.

Ann: No.

George: You'll like it.

Ann: Well I don’t like it. If you swear again I won’t speak to you. In fact I’ll die... And stay dead.

George: You’re not alive anyway. You're just a puppet...

Ann: George. George: Or a doll. I forget wh.... Ann: George, I am.... I have never been so insulted in.... George: You want to get out more. Ann: Take it back George. You're really horrid when you want to be.

George: Look Ann I can just walk away. Anytime I like. Just cash up and walk out of this dump and never see you again. You couldn’t follow me.

Ann: I could.

George: How?

Ann: I wouldn’t want to after what you said to me. But I could if I wanted.

George: How? How could you follow me? You’ve got no legs. You're a flipping puppet.

Ann: George!... If I wanted to follow you I would persuade your mum to buy me and then I’d come home with you and you’d be stuck with me.

George: Persuade my mum to buy you? She wouldn’t buy you in a million Sundays. What

would she want with a grubby old doll? Ann: Fuck off... Go on... Fuck off. George: Ann! Ann: There we are you pushed me... I swore... Twice I swore. Fuck you George. George: Thrice. Feel good?

Ann: What? George: Feel good to swear? Ann: George I’m not talking to you. You hurtful bastard. George: Haha so that’s a yes then? Ann: I thought you weren't interested in a grubby old doll. George: No. I said my mum wouldn’t be. Not at thirty quid. Ann: Just... Go and... Go and... George: Go on do it.

Ann: Go and.... George: You really want to... Ann: Just go and shit on your mum’s face you twat, fuck, arse, willy. George: Twat, fuck, arse willy! That’s ace. Ann: What? George: I was just winding you up. Trying to get you to swear.

Ann: It worked you poo brain. George: Shithead. You enjoyed it though... Ann: Bastard. George: I love you Ann Ann: I love you too George. George: I wish...

Ann: What?

George: I wish I could buy you... I don’t ha

Ann: I know.

George: Mrs Foziard says that you'll have to be sold soon or they'll throw out your house and put you on the shelf with the bears. You'll be reduced to £7.99.

Ann: But why?

George: Don’t have the space. Capitalist tw...

Ann: George!

George: Twits.

Ann: But its a charity shop.

George: I know. I hoped you'd never get sold. Then we could carry on like this. Until, I could get enough money to buy you.

Ann: I want that too. I think Elise would want me to... Even if you do swear. George: I know. I’m saving up. Being proactive.

Ann: Are you?

George: Yeah. There’s a wishing fountain in town. And I know its unethical but I’ve been taking coins out. Problem is I got caught by this old bloke. He made me put it all back. At the moment I’ve got on pound ninety eight and a soggy sleeve.

Ann: Oh George. George: I could steal you. Ann: From a charity? George: I suppose... It wouldn’t be easy anyway. Stealing oranges is easy. But I’d look

funny charging down New Court Road with your house on my shoulders. Anyway there would be no space in the hostel.

Ann: You’ll be back with your mum soon.

George: Yeah. I don’t think Desmond would approve. Their flats on the sixteenth floor. The lift is broke. It’s always broke but this time its because kids have been shitting in it and its seeped through the gaps and got the cogs clogged up or something.

Ann: It wasn’t you was it? George: No. No I reckon it was Rasher.

Ann: Rasher?

George: Yeah. He was a proper disgusting kid at my school. We used to nick vodka together. Go Swig it by the river. His real name is Kieran Bailey... But everyone calls him rasher. Once when we were thirteen we’d gone to the river... my gran had run out of vodka cause we’d drank it the week before, his mam had drank all their booze so I’d nicked my gran’s Pernod. Trust me its fowl. Anyway when we where pleasantly sloshed Kieran who was as sexually frustrated as the next thirteen year old got an erection and decided to relieve it in the mud. It was low tide. So he’s like this. He’s going like this. Within about fifteen seconds he’s completely submerged. There’s all sorts in that mud. Leeches, prams, bodies...

Ann: Bodies?

George: Yeah Kristine Denby was trying to lose her virginity on the stoney bit near the edge when she saw this bone poking out the water and it turned out to be celtic or something and there was a chariot and stuff next to it. It was in all the papers. Anyway Kieran Bailey was covered and we couldn’t find anywhere to hose him down. We got worried he might catch something...

Ann: A fish?

George: No like hepaticas or syphilis. It was probably the Pernod talking. So we broke into this cemetery and using them things you put flowers in and the tap I got him cleaned. He

was caked in it though. I’m glad no one saw us they’d have thought there was an apocalypse.

Ann: But why was he called Rasher?

George: Oh yeah. Well when I got all the river gunk off him he had this rash that was in the shape of a baby dolphin. the next day at school it was all pussy and green. Like the algae had clung to his face.

Ann: Poor Rasher. George: Yeah. He’s tee-total now. I’d better...

Ann: Don’t go. Cup of tea? George: Ann. Firstly you know I don..

Ann: Drink tea or coffee or anything hot. I know. Just stay a little while longer. It’s cold and dark when you’re gone.

George: It’s nearly six o clock. If I don... Ann: I know you get locked out. ...Why don’t you stay? George: Here?

Ann: Yeah. I do. Every night. What’s wrong with it?

George: But... It’s a shop. I can’t just bed down behind the counter.

Ann: We could stay up and talk all night.

George: Aren’t you fed up of talking to me?

Ann: No... Not at all.

George: Ugeh I don’t know. It would be weird.

Ann: Why?

George: Look I have to stay at the hostel or they’ll get rid of my stuff give my room to someone else.

Ann: So. There’s stuff here. You hate that place.

George: Yeah but I can’t just live in a shop. It won’t always be like this. We will have somewhere of...

Ann: Our own one day. Yeah I know. But I’m so lonely here. I spent my whole life with Elsie everyday every night. We stayed up for hours and hours. These last eight weeks I’ve

had to... I don’t know how to be on my own.

George: That’s the problem. Ann: What? George: Being on my own is all I know how to do. Ann: But you’re lonely. George: Yes. I’m lonely. It could be worse. I’ve learnt how to be lonely. Ann: It couldn’t be worse. I can’t stand it. I’m going mad.

George: Why? Everyone says being lonely is bad but what is so bad about it? Is it the thought of loneliness? What is it?

Ann: Yes it’s the thought. Its more than that It’s a fear that I won’t see you or be able to talk again. You said you loved me.

George: I do. Ann: Well people who love each other shouldn’t be lonely. George: Maybe. But they often are.

Ann: Wh...

George: Circumstance. Look if I don’t go now...

Ann: Fine... I can’t lock you in.

George: Promise I’ll be back first thing.

Ann: Don’t you dare break that promise. George? Promise me things won’t always be like this. Promise it. Promise that we can...

George: I promise I will take you away from here. Ann: When? George: Soon. Ann: What date though?

George: I dunno. Soon. Ann: If you promise a date then you can’t break it. George: Fine... I’ll take you tomorrow.

Ann: How? you’ll never get the money for tomorrow. George: Then I’ll speak to Mrs Foziard. I’ll pay in instalments. Ann: Take me now. George: I thought I wasn’t to steal from charities. Ann: I know but I can’t bare it. Take me. George: I’d never get the house through the door. Plus there’s CCTV. Ann: They never check it.

George: No but they would if you disappeared. Look I promise I’ll speak to Mrs Foziard tomorrow. I love you good night Ann.

Ann: Good Night George.

Ann to Camera Falling is a funny feeling. A feeling that is unavoidable. I avoided falling for so long. Perhaps I’m due a fall again.

George: Ann! Annie? I’ve got it Ann. I sorted the money. I... Ann? Sarah: Hullo. George: Who are you? Sarah: Sarah. I’m new here. Isn’t it terrible?

George: What? Why’s that shelf all messed up I sorted it yesterday?

Sarah: We got robbed. Broken in.

George: Your kidding?

Sarah: They didn’t take much. Amateurs really couldn’t get the till open. Not that cash is kept on these premises. Just took a couple of books and toys. They smashed....

George: Did they take Ann?

Sarah: Ann? Who’s Ann? Do you mean Mrs Foziard? No she wasn't in. She's gone out the back having a flush, before the police arrive. What a day for my induction. I’m only doing it for my Duke of Edinburgh award. Is that why you work here?

George: Ann? Annie? She’s not here.

Sarah: Who?

George: Ann. She’s a frie.... a puppet.

Sarah: You where going to say friend. Weren't you? Ha. I never thought I’d meet someone who was friends with a puppet. That’s hilarious.

George: Look have you seen her? She lived in this house. Sarah: I can see working here will be a hoot.

George: Have you seen her? We where going away together today. Sarah: You're cracked. George: Ann. Sarah: Oh that?

George: Not that. Ann. it’s alright I’m here Where’s your mandolin? Ann speak to me. Sarah: She was squashed under the till. Mrs Foziard had to move her to open it. Mrs

Foziard said not to touch anything. Not until the police got here. You're tampering with evidence.

George: Ann whisper in my ear. Please let me know you're okay.

Sarah: No one locked the door last night. There was no glass. They left the keys in the door. They just opened it up. Where you the last in?

George: Oh god. I had to run for my bus. I must have forgot and now they’ve caved Annes head in I will never forgive myself.

Sarah: It’s just a puppet.

George: You will never understand... Anne I’ve.. I got the money. I learnt a song last night. Please, please speak to me. I’ll never swear again I promise. I’ll always love you. Listen. (Picks up guitar plays Cara mia)

Sarah: You're tampering with more evidence.You’ve lost it. If getting my Duke of Edinburgh wasn't vastly going to improve my life choices no way would I work with you. I’m going to get Mrs Foziard.

This was written after reading The Secret Life of Plays by Steve Waters and was heavily influenced by conversations Mariette and I had and chance meetings with people in ordinary places. The twee elements are developed out of the frustration of not having a location. The endless frustration I felt living in rented accommodation.

We read the play with Jason.

It seemed to be an enormous task.

With Jason’s help we worked out what we wanted to achieve.

Art work about Home. Home is such an important construct.

Both Bella and I have a shared and not shared home history.

Creating our Home was an extremely important task.

It took planning and mistakes.

We are still not satisfied.

Many people have less than us.

We are in a relatively lucky position.

During this meeting I came up with the idea of getting an audience to answer questions on home. I decided that wings attached to the booth would be the best way of executing this. I bashed out its form and structure. I decided chalk and black board would be the best way of creating this. I set Bella the task of making this come to life whilst I came up with questions.

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