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envihellbender · 9 months ago

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Backrooms fatty

Characters: u/urbexmallrat (OC), unnamed monstrosity

Content: fat monster, creepypasta thinly veiled fetish, impossibly big

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r/FindingTheBackrooms posted by u/urbexmallrat 21 hours ago

Anyone seen this monster in the Backrooms?

Hey guys,

I was recommended this subreddit by r/urbexuk after no one there could help me. I thought The Backrooms was just a dumb creepypasta but honestly it’s the best explanation for what I stumbled upon. Bit of background, I’m a photographer, I’ve had pictures published in National Geographic so I’m the real deal. Outside of this occurrence I’m just a normal guy with a camera, I’m really into urbex and working on a book right now. There’s a shopping centre near me that I went to as a kid in the early 90s. I’m from a small town just off the motorway and the building used to be this huge busy place a couple of miles away. There was an arcade, cinema, all that stuff. It was really, really huge. It’s so weird to me that it was abandoned and honestly, it’s terrifying and fascinating to me that this place is completely deserted and being taken over by nature when I went there every weekend until I was 12.

Just to set the scene, here’s some pics of the place. Maybe it’ll be familiar to someone and you can explain away what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d love it if someone could do that.

The first photograph is of the entrance of a shopping mall, the windows have been smashed or bordered up, and the tiles on the floor have weeds and dead grass growing through the cracks. The walls have ivy and half dead trees clinging to them, and beneath that is a Starbucks that has had all of its furniture removed and strange symbols spray painted on the walls and floor inside of it. There’s a giant fountain in the middle of the entrance walkway, the water inside it is murky and covered in a strange slime. The second is of the entrance to an arcade. The machines are covered in a thick layer of dust and there are forgotten toys in a crane machine. There’s some strange orange teddy bears that are filled with stuffing in odd selections that have lumps in them. Their eyes are tears in their fabric, they look like a strange cross between a rabbit and a goat. The third photograph is taken from an above walkway showing the floor beneath, there are some abandoned shops and an outdoor coffee shop that has a couple of feral cats sitting by a dormant and decrepit coffee machine.

See? It’s called the Silver Bells Shopping Centre. I’d be interested to hear from anyone else who remembers it because none of my childhood friends or family remember it. So weird. I still have a Garfield Teddy from the crane machine at that arcade, it sits on my shelf. Here it is:

The photo shows a strangely shaped stuffed animal, one of the orange toys from the previous picture.

Anyway, I was using the opportunity to go find parts of the place we don’t usually see. I intended to go see some back storage rooms then go to the cellar. I guess I found that… anyway, I went to the food court which was kept on the lowest level and found a McDonalds. I hopped over the counter and slipped down the back. There was a lot of rats living in the now empty deep fat fryers but I figured live and let live. Weirdly I don’t remember having left the kitchen, but I must have done. I walked forwards, expecting to reach a door to take me out to some storage place. Instead I was walking for a good five minutes without going through anything and when I turned round the McDonalds was gone and there was just that terrifying yellow painted brick wall. I took some photos:

The first photo showed a family of rats living in the deep fat fryer, five were staring at the phone with bright red eyes. The second shows a blurry wall with light yellow bricks. The third, forth, and fifth all show different parts of the corridor, they all look essentially the same - yellow bricks, which stone floor, and nothing else distinctive.

So I had no idea how I ended up there but honestly I was mostly just assuming I was lost and took photos to help find my way back. I was wandering around these corridors for a long, long, loooooong time. My phone alarms kept going off - I have one at 2.30pm, one at 5:10pm, and one of 7:30pm so that’s how I knew time was moving even if my mobile clock hadn’t moved (yeah I know, how were my alarms going off if the time on my phone wasn’t moving, no idea!) After the last alarm I finally saw a door, and was over the fucking moon, so happy I got scared of going through it. Kind wish I hadn’t. Well. I guess doing that meant whatever weird monster I saw could guide me out, after it took what it liked from me. I can’t explain what I saw, or how I got out. And it doesn’t matter. I don’t care, I just wanna know what the fuck happened to me and what the fuck did I see. Here’s the monster I saw, doesn’t seem to match any monsters you guys have on file so I’m hoping that I missed something. Not sure how I feel about being the one who found out about a new species …

These sets of photos are much worse quality than the other pictures, and it’s not entirely clear what they are. The first shows a strange pile of flesh, a bright light - perhaps the camera flash - reflects against it. If you focus you can see that there’s a smattering of black hair over it, and angry purple marks where the skin has stretched obscenely. At first it simply looks like a closeup, but the photographer’s shadow shows that the navel or the occupant is significantly bigger than the owner of the flab. The second shows the adipose from a different angle, there’s one gigantic hill of fat, there’s another on top of it, and one more. This looks more human, but the way the light flashes and reflects on something on the otherwise of the wall shows that the height of the photographer is half that of the lower most fat roll. The third is an eye, a milky brown iris with bloodshot whites, that is crushed between a bloated cheek and sagging forehead, causing it to be a pinprick. The final photo shows the photographers digits held up against two enormous bloated brown lips, showing that just one of the slug like features is larger than the camera man’s entire hand.

So yeah. That’s the monster I found. If I had to estimate the size… well, it was significantly taller than me and I had to climb on it to get most of the photos. I’m six foot three, and I barely came up to its navel. I’ve seen elephants, whales, and stuff but none of them came close to it. Honestly if I didn’t know any better I’d say the creature was as big as I predicted the shopping mall was. Does this mean anything? Anyone see anything similar?

Update 1: please can every ignore my teddy and focus on the actual post lol

Update 2: I don’t know everyone’s focusing on my teddy but it’s Garfield lol don’t any of you remember Garfield?

Update 3: ignoring every question about my teddy now lol but thanks for everyone who asked me about the monster. Seems this isn’t a common experience but u/roadkillnapster pointed out that without a decent photo that shows more of the overall shape, it’s possible it’s a known monster that’s gotten really fat. Seems possible to me. Any fleshy monsters that could be similar?

Update 4: wow I wasn’t expecting so much conversation off my post, lotta people want to see it and have asked if I could show more videos and photos. I mean I don’t know but I’ll see if I can set up a livestream, so glad a lot of you wanna get to the bottom of this too!

Update 5: and thanks for freaking me out about my Garfield teddy, the wool is doing this weird expanding thing so it’s doubled in size and now I’m all scared it’s haunted lol

#envi writes #Backrooms fatty #fat monster #extreme weight gain

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cantankerouscatfish · 9 months ago

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sometimes, work involves (valentines edition) :

we sold out of a lot of stuff yaaay 🎉

selling things involves dealing with customers... yaaay...... NO UH it's fine, no one (that I saw/heard about) was mean this year. which is really nice! no yelling in the shop except excitedly about silly things!!! 🎉

the florists do enjoy the knife valentine. nice.

the newer office lady brought a box of donuts and coffee to the snacks pile (next to my work station) going 'these were brought in by... A Guy.' and we were all like, oh. a guy. alright. thanks, guy. it was the floral shop manager's future son-in-law lmao. most of us know him by name. new office lady does not. I woulda gone up to wave hi!

DJ brought in a box of bud vase boxes, and literally the moment I cut it open, I started sneezing nonstop. for like 5 entire minutes. it stopped as suddenly as it started. ???

M the office lady walked down to the wrapping station, got my attention, then flicked me (gently) with a rubberband. said 'Ro said to say that that's from her.' so I yelled up the length of the back workroom up the stairs to her. 'YOU'RE OUTSOURCING YOUR VIOLENCE NOW??' 'YES! :)' they did this a few more times. thing is, Ro was busier than me, so I could spare a moment to actually run over to the bottom of the stairs with the rubberband to fire back with more force. she did get me directly a couple times. namely on the ear AGAIN...

a guy came in with a funny long scarf and it turns out he's a preacherman. the floral shop manager made some comment about it being the ashes day, and he literally pulled a thing of it out of his pocket?? and she and a few other coworkers came over to get dirt put on their faces on purpose while the rest of us were like... awkwardly still working and sharing Looks. the dirt stays on all day...? christians are weird.

THE SUN CAME OUT and I caught up on wrapping stuff for delivery, so I took it an excuse to putz around out in the greenhouses for a bit. helped a couple customers but mostly just checked on plants. the Anacampseros rufescens seeds have germinated. :D

also some of the fern 288 trays have leaves on them now. most of each tray is still covered by the uhhh fern larvae. reeks of algae like a slow creek. it reminds me fondly of fishing, but makes one coworker super nauseous. odd to find someone more grossed out by a smell than me. and it's a shame bc it means she can't get her face real close to see the funny little slimes. u_u

#that box of boxes held a curse I think. it didn't look dusty. :I #I had. entirely too much coffee yesterday and today. oopsies.

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idontknowstudios-writes · 3 months ago

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(Bi-)Weekly WIPS Workshop! 18/08/2024

don't be afraid to say something if you like what you see! It's been like, forever since I've done one of these (literally just three months,) so I'm back with new stories!!!

Anyway I hope something catches your eye, it might become real in the future >:)

Under the cut;

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Works of note

WORKS OF NOTE;

Take Your Parasites Away, (Far, Far From Me) *(SVSSS/MDZS)

Mo Xuanyu runs away from Mo Village to find a new safe place to live away from clan politics. He finds himself in the stronghold between the human realm and the demon realm, Cang Qiong. Xuanyu learns to love himself again.

see this post for more details

Untitled (XMEN)

Set in the future seen at the end of Days Of Future Past, a mutant by the name of Raguel finds themself at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Raguel has an extreme physical mutation as well as a unique power. (I don't have much story wise for this one T_T i just love raguel)

Untitled (DC Comics)

Our main character is a long time favourite oc of mine named Myriad, a hero/vigilante with DID! As someone with OSDD myself it's very fun to write. Myriad, or rather their host Kirk finds themself locked in the headspace after getting hit with something in the field. Their body on the outside is comatose and Martian Manhunter brings Red Robin and Red Hood with him into their brain to try and get them out. Guess who has wayyy too much information about the waynes and a few factives ~ (I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH)

A Little Coffee, Please? (DC Comics)

This fic is a rewrite of another one I wrote literally three years ago when I was still basically a baby in the writing world AND still did not know what AO3 was. The premise is basically; Our mc opens a coffee shop catered to vigilantes and other gothamites that might wanna be more discreet, yknow yknow

Untitled (WIND BREAKER)

Our mc Touya is new to town, and is attending Furin High. Touya is kinda Sakura but like, his own person ?? and its centered on Touya/Kiryu, a very teenage romance, discovering yourself type of story with some mystery regarding Touya's backstory

Untitled (Reincarnated As A Slime)

oc Nozomi is an average person with an average office job in Yokohama, when one day he wakes up in someone else's body, in an entirely new life. The only problem is that the person who used to own this body is still here. Leon Cromwell he says his name is, and the weird person across from him? Guy Crimson, one of the strongest beings alive.

*svsss is Scum Villain's Self Saving System, MDZS is Mo Dao Zu Shi

#fanfiction #wips #dc comics #svsss #mdzs #tensei shitara slime datta ken #wind breaker #x men

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shadowstar1919 · 1 year ago

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Prompt# 3 letsss goooooooooooooooo. AO3

Jason was just trying to enjoy grabbing coffee with two of his best goons, Butch and Jake. Sure they didn't know he was the red hood but, he was pretending to be his own boyfriend. So... that was a thing. It was kind of funny asking the two to accompany Jason for coffee as Red Hood then going and just changing into his street clothes and meeting them outside of his building.

"How's it going, Jay?" Jake looked at him in a questioning manner. Was he finally catching on? Butch was just playing on his phone almost disinterested. Jay went to fix his jacket realizing he was wearing his leather jacket we wore as the hood. A blush ran across his face. "OH. Heh, pretty good. I just realized I grabbed the wrong jacket. But, I don't think he will mind." Jason played along with his goon squad's suspicions and his own little joke.

"I don't think so either anyways let's get that coffee and check on the volunteers at the soup kitchen." Butch laughs as he plays my singing monsters.

Jason starts walking down the street with the two following beside him. Turning the corner to nearly bump straight into a teen. "Uh. Hey, dude with the white stripe. Do you like books?" The kid looks him straight in the eyes. Blue eyes, black hair. Looks like a mini Bruce or maybe Dick?

Jason takes a step back because the kid was close enough that he could lean on him. "Wha?" is all he could get out in a moment of confusion.

"I said do you like reading or books? Oh, and do you ride a motorcycle?" The kid added the second question after repeating the first. Now the two goons looked ready to punch the kid if he tried anything.

"Yes. I do enjoy a good book and I do ride a motorcycle. Why are you asking?" Tilting his head letting his freshly washed hair flop over.

But before jason could get an answer the little shit just jogged away. So the trio continued walking but now keeping their eyes open for the weird kid. Later in the coffee shop, after they got their coffee. "So Jay? Do you think the narrow kids are going to attempt to trap Robin in slime again? I heard they are determined to capture him and force the little bird into being friends or to lead their gang." After an aggressive swig of coffee, Jake asks making air quotes around the gang and everything.

"Honestly, I have no idea. But I saw the photo posted in the Gotham Facebook group of Robin covered in what I could describe as Nickelodeon slime. It was beautiful." Jay snorts before responding.

"Dude you have to share those photos with me I need to put them in the Narrows discord," Butch says still not taking his eyes off his phone.

The rest of the day wasn't that eventful. The soup kitchen they helped at was busy as ever the regulars having idle conversations with Jason and his two goons. Some of the other gang members showed up and helped as well. After that, they went and checked on the girls that worked the narrows and crime alley. Everything was going as normally there as well.

For once it seems everything was chill no new murders no muggings or anything going on in his territory. It was nice. But, it was getting later in the day and he needed to take a nap before heading out as hood tonight. He left the two goons and went home. He actually likes hanging out with the two even if he is paying them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As soon as his night started it was off. It was cold and foggier than normal. So he stuck to the rooftops since Riding down a street with lower visibility was a great way to end up hurt. He perched with his favourite gargoyle looking over the city.

"Hey. Just wondering what is your favourite colour?" A voice from behind him startled him.

Nearly falling off the roof he responds. "How did you even get up here?!"

Jazz was just trying to enjoy her morning when Danny kept popping in on her. Sure she was enjoying her new apartment in Gotham City and all but it would be better if she could get some alone time for once.

"Danny I know your there. Can you leave me be for a minute? I need to work on this paper I am writing." She said before even turning to look.

"Actually I am not Danny. I was just stopping to check on a disturbance." A rough voice responded.

She turned to see the freaking Batman standing in the middle of her desolate kitchen. "Oh! Oh, ancients!"

"Sorry to disturb you miss. But, I needed to get into the apartment beside yours and it was locked. Sorry for intruding." And just like that he walked out her front door. She was so confused about how. Her neighbour was out all day. What could Batman want with him?! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason shrieks as he tries to regain his balance. His coms pick up his girly scream. Danny grabs one of his arms and pulls him back. "Sorry about that. Didn't this I would spook you that bad." The black-haired kid from earlier says helping back off the edge.

"Kid! YOU CANNOT JUMPSCARE PEOPLE LIKE THAT ON A FREAKING ROOF!!!" Jason shouts before calming faster than he normally can.

The teen deflates a bit. "Honestly I didn't mean to.." The air cools a bit and it starts to rain lightly.

Hood goes to pinch his nose hitting his helm and sighing heavily. "So care to explain why you are on a roof?" Annoyance was heavy in his words.

Danny tilts his head. "Looking for you. Anyways, what is your favourite colour? Also, are you into redheads?"

"Kid! How are you finding me how did you know my secret identity earlier?!" Jason was wondering where the pit had gone. Normally with this level of irritation, it would be creeping into his vision.

"It was supposed to be secret? Oops." Danny just shrugs. With that Hood Turns throwing his arms into the air dramatically.

Hood huffs heavily as his comms spew out static interference. "I guess my favourite colour used to be green, not sure now. Also, redheads are pretty cool, I guess. Why do you keep asking me weird questions." He turns to find the kid gone. "Where the fuck did you go?! We are 6 stories up?!" Jason frantically looks for the kid and cannot find him.

Then his comms start to work once again. "Hood! Come in Hood!" Oracle sounded worried.

"Hey, sorry comms stopped working I guess."

"Thank Heavens, all I heard was your scream and then static." O sighed heavily. "Then, you dropped off my radar completely."

Jason decided to call it an early night. "Sorry, I have no idea what happened and I am fine just nearly fell off of a building. It's a bit slippery out. Think I am going to call it a night."

"That sounds like a good plan. Mind making a stop in though so I can check your tech?" Oracle asked nicely.

"Yeah. I can do that. See you soon."

@bathildaburp

Tiny ideas 2

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1. Danny, in his new and very human black and white vigilante outfit runs past Penguin who had gotten soaked when a car full of hooligans wearing clown masks ran threw a puddle and splashed him.

Danny, not knowing who this was, tapped him on the shoulder as he ran past, running his intangibility through the man and letting the water fall off him, leaving him nice and dry again.

Penguin makes note to pay both back in very different ways.

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2. Phantom, having been exorcisized from Amity Park and essentially banished and unable to return, roams around the multiverse looking for something to do.

Upon coming across the creepiest doll hes ever seen in a trash bin, he decides to mess with some local bat themed vigilantes and possesses the doll.

His first victim is Red Robin. Danny in all his creepy doll glory toddles out from behind a chimney as his target is running across the rooftop in his direction. Birdy stopped dead (heh) and stared at the doll.

Danny picked good. The doll was porcelain and cracked, missing one of its glass eyes and moss growing out of the empty socket and around various parts of its body. Its dress was once a lovely blue or green velvet but was now patchy and worn.

He turned the dolls head around at an unnatural angle to fix its gaze on the vigilante, its frozen polite smile adding to its eerieness, and in a moment of impulse said, "I'll see you soon." In the most creepiest little girl voice he could manage, using his ghost powers to make the words seem to drift upon the air towards the hero.

And just like that, doll Danny was gone.

RR almost frantically contacted oracle, "Did you see that?!"

"RR your signal cut out for a few minutes, backup should arrive soon. What happened?"

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3. Jason has been getting followed around by this wierd kid who is prime Brucie adoption bait. Kid kept jumping out of nowhere without anyone being able to sense him to ask him the weirdest questions (Damian was so startled that he nearly stabbed the kid on reflex. Not that he'd ever admit it).

The questions where things like, "Do you like books? What are your favorites? Can you cook? Do you like red heads? Do you like dogs? How opposed are you to having supervillian in-laws? What if they give you free experimental weaponry? ....how about some laser cannons and a jet?

Jason ends up getting kidnapped by this kid and dumped in from of this pretty girl as the kid tells her, "I went out and got you a boyfriend who won't try to murder you. Don't screw this up!" Before the kid ran out of the room.

Jazz was mortified.

Jason is still on the floor where he was deposited earlier, "So..." he begins, "I heard you like Jane Austin?"

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4. Phantom faked his death in front of the people of Amity Park, just to see how they would react to his passing and kind of in hopes of something changing. He couldn't keep sacrificing everything for these people, after all.

He did not like how the people reacted. Danny had to move away cause if he heard one more person say it was a good thing "that monster" died hes going to hurt someone.

Gotham seemed lovely this time of year and its one place that neither his parents or Vlad would visit. Vlad because if he tried anything at all the worlds greatest detective would ruin him and his parents because they once tried to hunt Batman and Robin only for Batman to terrify them to the point of never returning after they hurt his bird.

Danny got hired at Wayne Tech after submitting a wide range of devices but couldn't do much thanks to still being a minor. Thankfully Mr. Wayne was very generous and kept him housed and fed while he finished his online schooling and graduated early.

(Heavy angst for Danny.)

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5. Danny hadn't seen Cujo in a while, which wasn't too unusual, but it have been a long time since hed seen his puppy and he was overdue a visit.

Danny pulled out his dog whistle, one normally used for emergencies and that Cujo would never ever ignore.

Only...Cujo didn't come. Now Danny goes on a journey to track down his missing dog. Following clues and trails across different realities, dimensions and universes to find his lost dog.

He did not expect to meet a bird themed vigilante along the way, not for them to insist he help him on his quest. Robin seemed very wary of the Infinite Realms the first time he entered them and had tons of questions. But bird boy was great company and Cujo would love him so Danny could deal.

#dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #dpxdc

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charmingsecretary · 5 years ago

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Let The Goo Times Roll [Closed]

Susie found a cafe — a good cafe — not too far from her Golden Ward apartment. It was a place to recuperate from the cold and plug away on her SpiraleSoft laptop.

With unlimited WiFi and her choice of refreshments, she could see herself staying here for quite some time, but she hopes it’s not too long before she manages to get this thing off the ground.

She’s typing up a mission statement when a sudden squelch catches her attention. Something green and translucent slides past the door.

It... resembles what could be a person.

She’s only seen something like this before as part of her job from her last company. Could this mean that someone else had...

Hmm. She doesn’t quite know what to think.

Susie watches it with caution from across the room, looking back and forth from her screen to the slime. She waits to see what the creature does next.

(She hopes it doesn’t go after her cupcake.)

@goobuster

#goobuster #some weird slime and a coffee shop?#i loved this scene in ''the guy who didn't like musicals''

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drachis917 · 2 years ago

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My brain decided to go off on a weird tangent which led to this: my personal headcanons for all of the hermits cooking skills! I’m gonna put it under the cut so it doesn’t get too long. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to add your own ideas!

Bdubs: Is a surprisingly good cook! Just maybe don’t joke with him while he’s working, his wild gestures will get food everywhere.

Cub: In the past he’s been experimenting on the sly with coffee making, and he's finally revealed his skills in season nine. Probably one of the best drinks maker, and a decent enough chef as well.

Doc: He’s... not great? He’ll try to create super-heated instant cooking machines and while he's had some success, he has yet to get the flavor on par with the impressive machinery.

Etho: This man buys all of his food. He can do some cooking, but restaurants are another form of shopping and you know he loves shopping.

False: She’s alright. Not amazing, but not really bad either.

Scar: He’s always been great at making food look good. All of his meals are beautiful, but maybe not the best to eat? Though he’s been improving his flavors a lot since he started the cookie empire.

Grian: If he wants to, he can make a pretty nice meal, though he’s much more likely to break the oven just for the heck of it and make a simple sandwich instead.

Gem: While she isn’t a strict vegetarian, she definitely is one of the best and most creative creators of meatless dishes.

Hypno: Doesn’t usually make his own food, but he’s got an incredible bread recipe that no one has managed to replicate quite right.

Jevin: Slime and ovens don’t really get along, but he’s gotten pretty good at dishes that don’t require heating.

Impulse: Pretty good cook overall! He probably served as the main chef for boatem when they were tired of potatoes. Only issue is that he sometimes forgets that most people can’t digest crystals properly.

Iskall: Pretty alright cook, but he usually prefers instant or pre-heated stuff.

Joe Hills: He can and will cook any meal you tell him about. He won’t guarantee it’ll be great, but you’ll never know if you don’t try.

Keralis: He loves cooking. He’s not the best at it, but he always has a good time. The saying “too many cooks in the kitchen” never applies to him.

Mumbo: Do not trust this man with your stove.

Pearl: When she isn’t experimenting with weird ingredients, she’s pretty good! Though he has gotten kinda wild with new kinds of soup lately.

Ren: Honestly he’s a rather amazing chef! The only issue is that he might get a bit of his dog hair in the food, but otherwise his bakes are an easy 10/10.

Stress: Probably the primary baker on the server. Cupcakes, muffins, pies, if you can name it, she can bake it and it’ll be lovely.

Tango: He’s a nightmare in the kitchen, something always gets set on fire. Somehow, though, all the food he makes ends up looking and tasting pretty good. Doesn’t clean up very well.

TFC: Has the best tea, no one can compare. Otherwise he's pretty alright.

Beef: Makes amazing meat dishes and pastries, just doesn’t cook them very often. It’s a treat when he does though.

Wels: Knows a lot of medieval dishes and has an absolutely killer meat pie recipe. He’s been trying to figure out deep frying techniques, and while it’s been slow going, he’s making some progress.

xB: Doesn’t usually cook for himself, but he is one of the main people keeping Keralis from making a complete mess of the kitchen.

Xisuma: Do you think this man can cook? He can, actually. He isn’t that confident in his skills though, so he mostly just cooks for himself when he doesn’t want to go out.

Zedaph: If the definition of cooking is putting ingredients together and mixing them over heat, then he can cook technically! Though there is about an 80% chance that it’ll taste very strange.

Cleo: She’s a fantastic cook, makes a lot of her own food. Though, if you don’t share her undead diet, you probably don’t want to eat any of it.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft headcanons #I'm not tagging all of them sorry #Ashe rambles

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fbfh · 4 years ago

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light up the dark [V] - leo x reader

genre: romance + action + enemies to lovers kinda

word count: 2.4k

au: none

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: yes teehee

warnings: spoilers for HOO but like what’s new, at least one fuck, mentions of breakfast foods and burger king, one “cranberry fucknut”, brief visit to a historical memorial site, I think that’s it????

summary: you have a very weird dream that leads you to realize you’re actually on some kind of quest! very fun! you, Leo, and Jason follow a lead, find out Chiron’s sending you guys some backup, and realize you’re going to need a very large airbnb

listen to: making mirrors - gotye aka the best dream sequence music

also we’re the rats. it’s not relevant just living in my brain.

a/n: honest to god it tookme so long to write this i forget what happens in the first half rip

also requests r open uwu

Your dream is unnerving, and not just because you had spent years in a dreamless sleep and forgot what dreaming was like. Okay, partially because of that, but also because of the atmosphere.

You’re standing in a dark room. It’s pitch black, but you can make out the shape of the room, which is unusual to say the least. It’s long and rectangular, and the ceiling has cylindrical indents, almost as if giant logs were supposed to fit there. The indents go across the short side, with another in front of it, like a rope bridge across a river. Giant curved metallic discs like flat mushrooms are embedded in the ground at regular intervals.

You get the feeling something’s missing. You stare up at the ceiling trying to get more information, when something hot and glowing presses against the roof. It shines through, casting everything in a strange pink light. You can’t see it, but you know what it is. A translucent sundial that gave off a glowing orange cast.

Sunstone.

You look back down not wanting to hurt your eyes, and they fall on someone else in the room. He hadn’t been there a second ago. He’s blonde, and looking up at the ceiling, seemingly unbothered by the blinding light.

“He has it,” he says, wistfully, almost regretfully.

"Who?" You question.

"I can't pronounce his name, no one can."

"How can we get it back if we can't find him?" He smiles, liking how you know what he needs you to do before he even tells you.

"I can't tell you his name, but he's very old… some may even say archaic…" He looks at you with intention, searching for a spark of understanding. He doesn’t find what he’s looking for, and continues, “and not far from here. Which is good, since I need you to get it back for me.”

“How do we find it?” He tosses you a small, clear container filled with what looks like yellow slime. You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s a drop of sunshine,” he explains, “don’t touch it or you’ll burn up. It’ll glow when you get closer to what you’re looking for.” You tuck it in your jacket pocket.

“Can-”

Before you can get out the rest of the sentence, you feel like you’re being pulled out of deep water. Your eyes shoot open, and you take in a quick breath through your nose. You open and close your eyes a few times, and push yourself into a sitting position. There’s a weight on your stomach and you trace the hand back to Jason, who had gently nudged you awake moments ago. His mouth is open and there’s a stale smile, like he was about to tell you to rise and shine. Your stare is unwavering, and he retracts his hand.

“Uh… breakfast is ready,” he says, turning back and heading over to the couch.

“Kay,” you mutter, still groggy and disoriented. Maybe sleep just isn’t for you. Jason hesitates about half way across the room, noticing the lack of cat-like vengefulness in your tone of voice.

“...You okay?” he asks softly.

“Fine, just a weird dream,” you roll your shoulders, back sore and stiff, to try and loosen the two stubborn knots just below your shoulder blades. His eyebrows furrow at your words and you continue, “I’m starting to think I should add a little chloroform to my sleepy time tea.”

“What happened?” he asks, sounding way more serious than you’d expected.

“I dunno, I-” he cut you off, calling for Leo. Jason encourages you to tell them what you’d dreamed about as in depth as possible once Leo comes in from the sitting area, so you don’t have time to gauge how he seems after last night. You feel a little silly trying to describe a surreal dream to them, especially since they seem to be paying such rapt attention. After recalling as many details as you could, they sat in silence for a minute. They share a look, then sigh in unison. Jason pushes up his glasses and squeezes the bride of his nose as Leo lets out a soft ‘fuck’.

“I’ll go iris message Chiron, Leo, do you want to get some food and offerings to burn?” Jason says. Leo agrees, and Jason’s already in the sitting area, misting water in the air with a squirt bottle. Leo puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you get dressed, I already made some coffee,” he says, the spike of hesitance that shot through his stomach at his instigated physical contact dissolving when you nod sleepily. An unusually warm feeling clouds through you, less distant and detached than normal. You realize while digging through your bag that for whatever reason, you didn’t hate the feeling of Leo’s hand on your shoulder. You grab your clothes from your bag, and feel a weight in your jacket. You reach into the pocket, and pull out the “slime” from your dream. It glows briefly, fading as you walk towards the bathroom. Huh, you think, at least now we know what to look for. You’re grateful for the example as you get dressed and freshen up, wondering what the hell happens next.

Burning the food doesn’t take long. Leo throws the extra breakfast they’d ordered onto the metal table on the patio, except for a piece of toast he held in his hands. He summons fire until the toast is engulfed in flames, and drops it with the rest. He fans the smoke and asks for guidance, protection, typical pre quest stuff. After a minute or two, he pours out a pitcher of water to extinguish the flames, and heads back into the sitting area with Jason. On his way, he watches you through the open bathroom door for a second as you put on your makeup. You sure are different from girls he’d liked in the past. A strong twinge of pain from the previous night makes him flinch. He shoves it away, and takes a seat, greeting Chiron through iris message. Jason had just finished filling him in on the dream and the sundial, and he looks worried.

“I was afraid this might be the case. I'd gotten word that something like this might have happened, but I hoped it was just hearsay… I'm sorry boys, but you're most definitely on a mission from the gods. The story behind that sundial is long and complicated; in summary, if Apollo does not have his sundial by june, summer cannot happen."

"Wh- like, time will stop?" Leo says.

"Will it just skip to autumn?" Jason adds.

"What about Persephone?"

"Can Demeter do anything?"

Chiron holds up his hands to quiet them.

"I wish I could say, but no one really knows what will happen, only that we do not wish to find out."

"So, what do we do?" Jason asks.

"Who can I send?" Chiron says to himself, "Dear gods, this is… unfortunate."

"Chiron," Jason says again, getting his attention.

"Right, I'm sorry my boy, this whole situation is… preoccupying." Jason agrees, and asks what they should do next.

"Get as much information as you can from what Apollo has told you. I'll gather some people to send over at once, they'll be on their way shortly. This is most distressing…" he trails off, lost in thought again, and the iris message cuts out. Jason's stomach is in knots.

After freshening up, you get dressed, having chosen your clothes deliberately before. If shit’s about to hit the fan, which it looks like it is, you’re going to need a strong balance of comfortable and kick ass. Plus, it’s still the cold part of spring, and New England weather is no joke.

You assess yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your choice; half black half gray cargo pants with chain belts, a long sleeved fishnet top with a black crop top over it, and one of your favorite pairs of platform boots. You topped it off with a layered choker studded with black jewels and delicate chains, asymmetrical earrings - one attached to an ear cuff, the other dangling - and a ring that looks like a snake wrapped around your finger. Last but not least, a dark olive green bomber jacket with ‘god save the queen’ written on the back in paint.

Your mind wanders as you lean closer to the mirror, laser focused on perfecting your eyeliner. The memory of Leo’s hand on your shoulder creeps back up, and your brow furrows at the panicked flush to your cheeks, wondering why you didn’t push him off.

‘Some cranberry fucknut broke his heart last night, I didn’t want him to feel worse’, you think deliberately, refusing room for any objections or alternative solutions your brain keeps offering up. You finish your makeup relatively quickly, pleased at how much better it looks when you don’t sleep in it for years. Your hair is… hanging in there, but you can’t drop everything and redye it now. At least you know what color you want next - a nice, coral tinted red. You’ll have to keep an eye out the next time you go shopping.

Finally, you’re ready. You put away your makeup and pajamas, and make your way over to the boys. You grab some coffee and pick at a muffin, the strategy session beginning.

Jason takes a sip of his own coffee, scowling at the slightly burnt taste.

“Where should we start looking? Do we have any decent leads?”

You sip your coffee, your face mirroring Jason’s moments before.

“The guy from my dream-”

“Apollo,” Jason interjects.

“Right,” you continue, “he said whoever has what we’re looking for has a really hard to pronounce name or something. Maybe we can start there.”

After some back and forth, and consulting of travel guides, you find a memorial for some historical figure with a name that definitely would have gotten him bullied.

“Wasn’t that guy a demigod?” Leo asks, and Jason confirms. You’re already checking the maps scattered around for a route.

“It looks like it’s pretty much just further west from where we are, we can probably get there pretty easily,” you remark. Jason and Leo look at you, then each other. No one has any better ideas, and at least it’s some kind of lead.

Four and a half hours later, you sat in the car in stumped silence. It took almost three hours to get up to the memorial site, an hour to look around and realize there is absolutely nothing there that can help you at all, ten minutes to debate what to do next, and twenty minutes to get burger king, since no one had eaten since breakfast.

“Well, that sucked.”

Leo and Jason give you a look, knowing you’re right.

“Yeah, it did.” Jason agrees matter of factly, earning a small chuckle from you and Leo.

“So what do we do now?” Leo asks.

“Well, no one’s around, we could probably iris message Chiron-” before he could finish his sentence, a shimmery image of a tan girl with choppy dark hair appears in front of him.

Jason and the girl - Piper, apparently - greet each other enthusiastically, then Leo follows suit. It looks like she’s in a cab, holding something at arm's length. You make it out to be a phone, probably to trick her cab driver into thinking she’s on a facetime call or something. Two other people lean over, one blonde and smiling, the other dark haired and irritable, and more greetings are exchanged. You lean slightly to the side so you’ll be out of site and hopefully won’t have to make any introductions. Leo seems to catch onto this, and when Piper’s eyes land on the edge of your shoulder.

“So did Chiron send anyone else?” he asks before she can say anything.

“Yeah,” she replies, “Frank and Hazel are coming from camp Jupiter; Frank’s flying, and Hazel’s getting a ride from Arion,” Leo and Jason nod in understanding, picking up instantly on her deliberate word choice. Christ, you’re going to have to get a bigger place than that hotel room.

“Uh… Percy and Annabeth just started spring break, so they’ll be coming soon. Hazel should get there first, for…” she glances at the cab driver, “obvious reasons, and me, Nico, and Will are on our way now, we should be there in a few hours.”

Your skin is already feeling prickly from the idea of being around that many people. They talk for a few more minutes, and Jason says he’ll tell them the specific address as soon as possible before ending the call.

Thankfully, you all had repacked the car with your bags from the hotel room before you left, just in case you needed anything, so there’s no need to make the two and a half hour trip back to the hotel. You sigh and turn to the boys.

“Why don’t we go get some groceries and stuff, and I can get us an air bnb.”

They agree, pleasantly surprised and grateful for the normalcy of something like grocery shopping, and you ask how many people there are going to be.

“Uh, should be te-”

“Eleven.” Leo says firmly. Jason looks like he’s going to say something, but he bites back whatever it is. Leo’s hands normally dance around like swirling snow, light and natural with subtle patterns if you can figure them out. But right now, his normal subconscious movements seem to be heavier, more intentional. His relaxed expression is set in stone, a silent plea to move on, act like everything’s normal, and you know he’s covering up the depth of the wound that girl left on his heart. A twinge of concern flares in your gut, and you blink, looking away.

“Okay,” you say, pulling out a pen and notepad from your bag to write out a grocery list, “Let’s go. What do we need?”

Jason pulls out of the parking lot, and begins to head to the nearest box store. Your eyes dart over to Leo involuntarily a few times, and by the time you’re almost there, he seems to be almost back to himself. Subconsciously relieved, your mind starts to wander back to the list, skimming it one more time to make sure you don’t forget anything.

Maybe you can pick up some hair dye while you’re here.

#Leo Valdez #leo x reader #leo valdez x reader #Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #LV light up the dark #enjoy babes teehee

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redweve · 4 years ago

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okay because i can’t get this out of my head: Ghost!The Boyz haunting y/n

Sangyeon

• this man is probably one of the only members who’s just like you know what:

• i’ve had to deal with ten kids i think i deserve some time in the after life.

• Sangyeon said peace out

• if he didn’t though he’d just be trying to stop the shenanigans honestly

Jacob

• Angel Baecob

• just like cleans your house because why not

• “i noticed they haven’t cleaned in awhile so i did the dishes and swept do you think they’ll mind?”

• follows you around just to like open doors for you

• you’re scared out of your mind because like

• who just opened that door????????

• leaves little notes like ‘you look nice today’

• ‘you’re doing a great job keep going!!’

• the sweetest boy alive change my mind

Younghoon

• in it for the kicks

• will mess with you but not majorly inconvenience you

• like he just messes with your clothes

• or he’s like moving things in your kitchen

• might wake you up in the middle of the night because he dropped some pots or something

• one time he stole your mail and Jacob chased him around with a broom until he put it back.

Hyunjae

• a poltergeist hands down

• harmless pranks but like

• one time you were going into your bedroom and a bucket of slime dropped on your head

• or you’re sleeping in and he splashes cold water on you

• doesn’t mean to cause any harm

• he’s just having fun honestly

• you aren’t but he doesn’t really care

Juyeon

• is either a little bit like Jacob or Younghoon

• he’s either opening doors for you

• or he’s stealing your mail and he does not care if Jacob chases him around with a broom

• will shadow you constantly

• you’re going to visit a friend at a coffee shop? Juyeon’s following to sit with you

• is almost like your ghost boyfriend???

• you don’t know he’s there but he is

• he’ll like protect you if something happens but he’ll deny it later

Kevin

• oh man

• Kevin’s really sweet

• but also a little crazy????

• like he won’t be mean and prank you

• but he will like whisper weird things in your ear as you’re leaving your place??

• you’re leaving and he’s like “is a hotdog a sandwich???” in your ear

• or “which goes first milk or cereal??”

• it drives you insane because who is whispering these weird things in your ear and giving you a really strange existential crisis??????

• one time at three a.m he turned your speaker on and Beyoncé started playing really loud

• and he just stood in the centre of your living room twerking but you couldn’t see him

• your neighbours were complaining about the noise the next day

New

• let’s be honest New probably died because someone moved Chucky and gave him a heart attack

• so he’s going to be a little petty

• like he’ll push one slipper just out of reach under the bed so you can’t reach it

• he’ll take most of the toilet paper roll and hide it then he’ll just leave a little bit that isn’t quite enough to use

• or he’ll like move something you’re looking for

• i can also see him pushing your phone into the couch crease so you have to dig for it and then touch the gross underneath of the couch

• he’s just trying to scare you

• he does all the classic horror tropes

• he pushes the door so it creaks open

• he blew on your neck so that you thought someone was behind you

• he even shut the lights off when you’re walking in the room

• he goes to great lengths

• the speakers turn on and spooky noises he recorded are playing

• just wants to spook you a little bit

Juhaknyeon

• he’s trying to be annoying but like not to you

• like he’s following the other boys around and pouting at them

• or he’ll stand behind you and make weird gestures as you’re talking animatedly to your friend on the phone

• MAYBE he’ll like flip light switches to freak you out

• or he’ll start music playing while you’re in the shower and sing really loud to it

• you don’t know who’s singing but hey they have a nice voice so

Sunwoo

• the only one who has no idea how he got there

• and why he’s staying

• mostly just stands there

• might follow you around like Juyeon

• he doesn’t want to interfere but he likes walking around with you

• if you’re in a dangerous situation he will be trying to do something

• but he won’t make it seem like he’s doing anything

• is actually more like a guardian angel than a ghost haunting you let’s be honest here

Eric

(Tumblr is stupid and won’t let me put another gif but imagine that one where Eric opens the fridge and just grabs something 🤠)

• y’all ever seen julie and the phantoms?? is basically luke

• he figures out how to open the fridge and just stands there looking

• he’s hungry but he doesn’t have a body

• is kinda mad he can’t eat that leftover pizza you have leftover

• might lay on the floor and just look up at the fridge

• until you come and close it because why is the fridge open???

• it’s also like 4 in the morning and you’re getting a glass of water

• he just watches and chills

• sometimes participates in pranks

• is the human equivalent of a golden retriever let’s be honest here okay

#the boyz x reader #the boyz #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee jaehyun #hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #eric sohn #idk man #idk what this is #enjoy i guess

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tisfan · 4 years ago

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Lucky Buck’s Magical Coffee Shop

For Fantasy Bingo Fill: Technomage

cowritten by @27dragons Art by @monobuu

“What even did you do to it?” Bucky demanded, peering in his cup. It was supposed to be a triple shot espresso with a custom blend lucky in love potion. One of his most popular drinks, and what practically kept him in business. Being a potioneer in the modern world was tricky business.

Back in his mother’s day, love potions were all the rage. But through legal pressure and the consent issues, that business was illegal. You could still get one if you knew where to look, but both the potion giver and the maker could be held accountable for overpowering someone’s will.

Bucky had learned to gently massage his skill, to influence the drinker in a positive manner, instead of having the potion get slipped in someone’s cocktail while they weren’t looking.

Lucky Buck’s was his shop. Potion-making was his game.

Also, he was a killer barista, and the caffeine base did a wonderful job of keeping the potions perky.

But what he was looking at right now was not Lucky in Love, but something that was a truly revolting shade of green.

Lucky, maybe. Green was still a lucky color. But, “I’m not sure what this would do to someone who drank it, Clint.”

“I didn’t do anything, it just came out that way,” Clint complained.

“Right. Okay,” Bucky said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Put out the temporary closed sign and I’ll call the repair guy.”

Not his favorite wizard in the world, either. Howard Stark was a good technomage, but he was a terrible person. The sort of guy who probably went looking for blackmarket love potions.

He dialed the number. It’d been years since he’d had to call Stark’s.

“Stark’s Wizardry; how may I direct your call?” The posh-sounding British receptionist sounded exactly the same as always.

“Emergency repairs, please, yes, I’ll hold,” Bucky said. He looked back at the green goop. “Here, put this next to my kit, I want to figure out what it does do.” Which could be important for disposal. He didn’t want to put, say, a sex pollen potion in the fire and spread it across half a city block.

“--fine, can I just--? Thank you! Stark here, what’s your emergency?” It had been a long time, but Bucky didn’t remember Howard sounding quite so... young.

“My potion dispenser is… churning out something dangerously not like what I asked for. It was cleaned two weeks ago, and my casting hasn’t been off, so I need someone to come take a look at it before I poison someone. Or lose all my income for the day.”

Bucky was watching outside the window as people leaned in to squint at the sign and then walked away. Each one, a customer who might not be back. God damn it.

“Yeah, those can be tricky, is it-- Tell you what, I’ll just pop over directly. Hang up the phone and step back a couple of paces. JARVIS, pull the return--” Stark hung up, mid-sentence.

Huh. Speedy service. That was better than Stark usually did. Most of the time, Bucky had to make an appointment.

But Bucky did as he was told. That was a new travel method, but he’d seen people do close-up teleporting before. Usually, however, it was to a designated travel pad. Bucky did a quick sweep of the area to make sure the guy wasn’t going to appear blended in with one of the chairs.

Only a few seconds later, there was an audible bamph of displaced air as a man appeared at the counter, only a few inches from where Bucky had just been standing, his hand resting on the top of the phone. “Great, okay, now where am I?” He turned around, stopping when he spotted Bucky. “Well, hello there, hot stuff. You call for a techno-wizard?”

That definitely wasn’t Howard Stark. Not unless Howard had mixed himself up some extremely dubious de-aging potions-- but no; Howard had blue eyes, and this man had wide eyes the color of really good whisky. Or dark honey.

“You’re not Stark,” Bucky said, instinctively. “Did he send you--” The espresso potion-maker started making weird hiccuping noises from the counter. “I did call. My potion dispenser made-- that.” He pointed at the cup full of green slime that was now bubbling over the sides of the cup. Yuck.

“Oh, wow, I haven’t seen that before,” the mage said. Before Bucky could stop him, he reached out and swiped a finger through the goo. He sniffed at it cautiously, then -- oh, yuck -- licked it off. “Coffee base? Yeah, okay, I can see it; the caffeine would interact with most of the common potion solvents to--” He kept talking as he edged sideways toward the espresso machine, almost as if it were accidental.

“...Of course, if you’re using chlorophyll, you’ve got to be careful to avoid Kenyan beans, especially a dark roast, because the particular quality of the oils those beans produce will--” He spun around and opened both hands, pointing them toward the sullenly-grumbling machine. He had sigils tattooed on his palms, Bucky saw, that were glowing a bright, eerie blue.

The light burst from the wizard’s hands and engulfed the espresso machine, which seemed to slump in dejection. “Yeah,” the mage said, leaning forward to peer through the light at the dispenser. “You’ve got a minor possession going on, here. When was the last time you had your wards updated?”

“Uh, the building doesn’t belong to me,” Bucky said. “I rent it. Hydra’s supposed to take care of all the warding, it’s in my rental contract. Every six months, I’m told.” Although come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Sitwell in almost a year now. “I can check my records -- usually the guy comes in for a lunch on the house, which I’m allowed to back bill against my rent.”

“Oh, Hydra,” the mage said knowingly. “Yeah, they’re pretty notorious for skimping on their wards, I’m afraid. I’m surprised you haven’t called me before this.” He puttered around the espresso machine while he talked, etching colored lines in the glowing globe around it.

Bucky watched, almost spellbound, as the man worked. He had long, quick, clever fingers and a way of talking to the espresso machine like he believed it was alive. Also, he kept bending over to check things, and the rearview was to die for.

“So, you’re Howard’s-- what, protege? I’ve never worked with anyone else.”

“What?” He glanced up, startled, then rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no, Dad never wanted to admit I existed, half the time. He didn’t like that I’m not very traditional about my spellwork, nevermind that it’s twice as effective.” He put his hands on either side of the espresso machine and his palms glowed bright blue again. It looked almost like it was pushing the magic and light through the lines he’d laid down, until the whole thing was nearly too bright to look at--

And then the lines of light broke away, tumbling off the espresso machine and reforming into an imp, no taller than Bucky’s knee. “Go on,” the wizard told it. “Off with you.”

The imp hissed at him, which didn’t seem to phase him at all, and then disappeared with a soft pop. “Right,” the mage said as the last of the glow faded. “Give it a try now.”

“Right,” Bucky said, staring at the spot where the imp had been. You always heard about those sorts of things, but he’d never actually seen one. “Uh, yeah, let me get a new cup.” He grabbed a mug, ground beans from his house blend and tamped them. Two drops from the Essence of Luck and one from Hearts into the bottom of the cup.

Steam hissed over the beans, and Bucky counted in his head. Twenty-six seconds. Pretty good. The espresso had a nice crema on it, and when Bucky added the steamed milk, he drew a little heart and arrow through it.

“Looks much better,” Bucky said.

“Smells fantastic,” the mage agreed. “Just a little fruity. Almost like... blueberries? No, plums.”

“It’s a lucky in love spell,” Bucky said. Obviously, he could drink it, but potions never worked on their makers. It was some sort of rule of three; Bucky had to give out in the world to get back. “Not a big one, of course. Just increases the possibility of meeting someone, or having it work out, or having a good date. It’s my second best seller.”

“Oh? What’s the best, then?”

Bucky rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. “Money for Nothing,” he said.

The wizard laughed. It was a gorgeous laugh, rich and full, and made his eyes crinkle at the corners delightfully. “Yeah, I probably should have guessed that.” He reached out and picked up the espresso cup. “I’d rather have love, myself.” He turned the cup around in his hand carefully, then poured the coffee into his mouth, the foamy point of the arrow first, like it was leading the way down into his stomach. “The name’s Tony, by the way.”

“Bucky,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “Natural Potions master, and barista.” Natural was a title that was rapidly giving way; magic was diluted enough in the blood that most people were degreed. Not that, magically speaking, it mattered all that much. The only time a client really needed to have a Natural was for something custom, or complicated. Anyone with enough study and a few drops of magical blood could brew basic potions.

Tony took Bucky’s hand; his grip was firm without being obnoxious, and the tattoo on his palm was just a tiny bit warmer than the skin around it. “Glad to meet you, Bucky.” He glanced down at the espresso cup he still held in his other hand, then set it down with a faint smile. “I’d be even gladder if you agreed to go to dinner with me.”

Bucky knew his own magic. He couldn’t be affected by it, but he could be… well, he could be someone else’s match. Huh. That had never happened before.

“Uh, yeah. I… I think I’d like that.”

#fantasy bingo #winteriron #magical coffee shop

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tsbikersau · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3

Even though the happy bustle of the small ice cream shop was nothing but cosy and relaxing – not too loud but at the same time not too empty, filling most people with easy thoughts and simple enjoyment of the moment - Roman couldn’t focus on anything other than his sour thoughts.

Of course they had to go watch a race with Remus there, it was just his luck. But he could at least check if he was going to compete instead of just assuming, just counting on….

“Roman, kiddo, come back to us”, Patton gently patted his arm to grab his attention. Roman didn’t even notice when he’d stopped talking Virgil’s ear off – he wasn’t even sure what exactly he was ranting about, which was, frankly, unforgiveable. Roman never got so caught up in his own misery as to not listen to the people he was hanging out with (and giving his own two cents wherever he pleased).

(…usually to spite Virgil, but they were supposed to be civil for “just one day, Roman, or I swear to whatever deity you seem appropriate, I will deliberately leave just one screw loose in your precious motorcycle”).

Roman couldn’t help but smile at the memory of a very tired, very annoyed Logan coming to a point of threats. True, he wouldn’t keep them, Roman sincerely hoped, but when the nerd is on no coffee, after a bumpy phone call with the parts supplier, after Patton accidentally bumped a table with his head when he was getting up and spilled some oil that was not, for some reason, in a tightly screwed bottle and ended up being the hardest thing to clean up since that one incident with slime…

Well, after a day when everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong, Roman was not the one to deny Logan some slack in his usual extremely professional demeanour.

“Yo, Prince”, Virgil kicked him lightly under the table, to which Roman pretended he didn’t jump a bit, just teensy weensy not expecting that. Virgil smirked at the offended expression. “Good, you’re alive”.

“Of course I’m alive!”, Roman huffed, just barely restraining himself from kicking the mechanic in return. He was better than that, he tried to convince himself, succeeding just by a smidge.

“Then stop acting like a princess locked in a tower for eternity in a world without any princes to save her”.

“I don’t!”, the bafflement couldn’t be clearer in Roman’s exclamation, maybe just a little too loud.

Before the argument could get any more heated, it was interrupted by Patton asking Roman what he’d intended to ask him before he got distracted with memories. And Roman did try his best to get himself into the cheery mood that accompanied the discussion of the race they just watched, he just… he just couldn’t help but come back to that one moment, time and time again, against his better judgement, when his brother almost crashed into another contestant.

He was always like that, Remus. Irresponsible, reckless, putting others in danger for his own rush of adrenaline, thriving where others withered (sometimes literally – one time when they were teenagers he had to search for him for hours, only to find him swimming in trash at the local dump -he couldn’t get the foul smell off his car for months). Roman always had to be the responsible one, the one to drive Remus around because he was either getting drunk or just too jittery to drive safely, even though he had miraculously gotten his licence almost simultaneously with Roman.

How on Earth was he the favourite child of the family, Roman had no clue, and he tried very hard not to show how much those unequal expectations affected him.

The feeling of a light hand on his shoulder shook him out of his half-conscious state just as efficiently as Virgil’s kick, but was much more pleasant. He turned his head to look questioningly into the eyes of the person attached to the hand and even though he’d looked into Logan’s many times before (seriously, many times), he couldn’t decipher the emotion hidden behind those blue, blue irises…

Woah, Roman, what the hell is wrong with you today?, he thought to himself, shaking his head to clear his mind and smiling reassuringly, hoping it would answer all of the unspoken questions and concerns the head mechanic may have. After all, he was acting at least unusual compared to his normal self.

After that he tried extremely hard not to let his thoughts wander too far away from the present. They were sitting in an ice cream shop, Virgil was acting as if Patton’s puns weren’t making him smile, Logan was watching them quietly, keeping tabs on the bickering that arose every now and then between the two troublemakers of the group.

Time passed, desserts were eaten and they had to get going, back to the reality other than that of a small, cosy, just busy enough bubble the establishment offered. Roman was still significantly quieter than usual, though, and at that point in the evening there was not one person in the group that hadn’t started feeling concerned for the man.

He appreciated it, he really did. He’d noticed how Patton was trying extra hard to joke with him, make him laugh, distract him in some way, but he just couldn’t bring himself back to the easy was of being. Virgil had been shutting his mouth before he could start an argument, too, clearly getting more and more worried by the minute with not receiving normally heated yet friendly reactions from Roman.

And Logan, Logan was keeping his distance, but closer to him. Not enough to make him feel weird about it, but just a bit closer than usual. Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, Roman couldn’t decide if the nerd did that on purpose or if it just happened, but he didn’t have the energy to try to solve that riddle.

Roman was tired. Tired of that day, tired of the company, as much as he loved his friends. He just wanted to go home, close the door and let himself slide down and hide his face in his knees. He desperately wanted to be alone, which he knew came out of nowhere and he didn’t have any actual reason to feel that way. But he did, so he had to deal with it, and the only way to do that without worrying his friends was to be left alone.

Maybe cry a little, Roman thought as he sighed quietly. He felt tears prickling his eyes but couldn’t let them fall, not now, not for a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer and everything will calm down in his head. A little bit longer and he will be his usual cheery self again.

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btsfaris · 5 years ago

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bakery boy

pairing; lee taeyong x reader.

words; 5.6k

genre; smut, angst, fluff.

a/n; taeyong is such a hot softie in this ok.

It was supposed to be easy; walking into your shift a few minutes late, due to your alarm not going off and rushing out of your home 5 minutes before it started, without your boss noticing. The thought flying right over your head the second you walked to the front and saw the line of customers outside. Your eyes widen and you rush inside, ignoring the weird looks from everyone.

“Y/N!” your boss sighs in relief, not exactly the reaction you were expecting.

“I’m so sorry I’m late-“ you begin but he waves you off, shooing you to the break room, “It’s fine! Go put on your apron and help out on the register!”

You nod, rushing to put away your things and put on the proper uniform. As you're tying your hair up and out of your face, a tall figure pops out from the kitchen, frightening you and you let out a yelp.

“Sorry!” a boy with icy blonde hair apologizes, raising his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean to scare you! You must be y/n.. right?”

“Yes..” you blink, staring at the young stranger, “and you are..?”

“Taeyong,” he smiles warmly, holding a hand out to you, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

You stare at his hand awkwardly for a second, still frozen. He looks a bit hesitant after your reaction but keeps his hand out anyways. Did Mr. Ahn hire him? You’re not sure why, things were never too busy at the shop for more than two people.

“Y/N! Taeyong!” Your boss calls for you both and you greet him with a sharp nod, walking past to the front. You mentally wince at your mannerless reaction but slowly forget about it, as you tend to the next customer.

Between the three of you, the line slowly disappears after an hour or so. You can’t pinpoint why the shop was particularly crowded on this day. It wasn’t a national pastry holiday, nor were there any discounts going on. At the very least, everyone was content with their baked goods and your boss rewarded you both with a longer lunch to compensate for the hard work. You grab a muffin for your lunch and a small cup of coffee to destress as you lounge in the break room.

Some time passes by as you scroll through your phone, munching on the warm blueberry muffin, and enjoying the sweet taste. You double tap on a few photos on your timeline before you see in the corner of your eye someone placing a cup on the table beside you.

“Hey,” Taeyong greets, sitting down on a chair, “quite the rush hour, huh?”

Nodding softly, “It was so strange.”

“What was?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a sip from his cup.

“Well, we don’t ever have rush hours like that.. I’m still trying to figure what caused it,” you ponder out loud.

“Wow, really? I thought it was normal..”

“Yeah.. so strange,” shrugging, you finish off the muffin and stand up, “back to work now.”

“Wait but Mr. Ahn gave us an extra thirty minutes, remember?”

“Yeah I know, but I feel bad. I don’t want to leave him all alone out there in case it gets busy again,” you wrap the apron around your waist, walking past him, “enjoy your lunch!”

The weeks since Taeyong was hired at the bakery, you learned quickly how much of a hard worker he really is and how fast he managed to remember all the pastries. It’s quite impressive really, not being able to recall if he ever messed up an order. Despite the new number of female customers the shop has received, he always gets his job done. Of course, you teach him a few things along the way, little tricks that have always helped you get the baked goods out faster.

He seems to actually take your tips into consideration as well, trying them out and thanking you every time it’s successful. Taeyong is an overall sweet human being, and you’re thankful Mr. Ahn even hired him in the first place.

On one particular closing shift you get to know him even better, as you’re both prepping the dough for tomorrow morning’s batch. The shop is closed now, so it’s a more relaxing setting as you talk about little things.

“You know what this dough needs?” Taeyong wipes his hands of flour, “some tender loving music!”

You laugh as he types on his phone and the room is filled with one of your favorite songs, “I love stray kidz,” you smile.

“Really? I’m glad, that means you have better taste in music than in pastries,” he muses and you flick a bit of flour at him.

“Hey! Those lemon cakes are actually really good,” you defend.

“Those things taste like acid on my tongue, they’re so bitter,” he scrunches up his nose in distaste, kneading dough with his hands.

“Well maybe if you knew how to make it properly, you’d actually like it,” sticking your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes playfully.

“It’s okay Taeyong-ssi, one day you’ll be able to make pastries as good as me, I have been here longer anyways,” you boost and he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“Is that so?” He smirks, lifting up his hands that are covered in bits of dough and flour, “maybe you can taste-test this for me? See if it’s up to par.”

“Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare Lee Taeyong!” you immediately shriek and start to back up as he heads towards you with sticky fingers. He laughs as you run away and chases after you. “Who’s pastries are better now?”

“Taeyong!” you cry out, not wanting him to slime you with the dough, “okay! yours are better!”

“Sorry? What was that?” He chuckles and grabs you by your arm.

The action makes you lose balance when you try to pull your arm away from his grasp, slipping on the powdery floor beneath you. In the process, you grab him by his collar to save yourself but bring him down with you instead. You fall on the floor first and he plops right on top of your form.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Taeyong raises himself off a bit but is still leaning over you.

“I’m never making lemon cake again,” you groan, opening your eyes and he lets out a small, breathy chuckle.

“You’re covered in dough,” Taeyong grins, pulling out a few pieces out from your hair. You raise your hands that are covered with flour and swipe them across his face in retaliation. He gasps, before pinning your arms to stop you from continuing.

“Now we’re even,” you giggle and he shakes his head laughing.

From this angle, his hair is dangling slightly on the sides of his face. You’d never been this close to him before and you take the opportunity to study his features. Despite the powder on his cheeks, you can see how defined his face is. Strong eyebrows with a small slit on the right side, big brown eyes looking down at you that almost twinkle. His nose has a high bridge and his pale skin looks as smooth as a baby, despite the cute little scar beside his left eye. To complete it all, his lips look so soft and hold a rosy tint. He is actually incredibly handsome, almost angelic, that it makes you blush being this close to him.

Glancing back up to his eyes, he has a smoldering look to them now. His eyes flicker from yours to your lips, almost as if he’s asking for permission.. Is he asking for permission?

But before you can pull him down for a sweet kiss, his phone rings, cutting off the soft music that’s playing.

“You should probably get that..” you say above a whisper, and he drops his head before finally getting up. As he picks up the call, you slowly get up and brush off the dough from your uniform. “Yes.. I’m almost off.. I’ll be there as soon as I can.. Okay, I’ll pick it up on the way,” Taeyong hums into the receiver, “I love you too. Bye.”

You're thankful your back is facing him when you hear it. Who was that on the phone? A girlfriend? His girlfriend? Oh my god, of course he has a girlfriend. How could you be so stupid and expect for a guy as gorgeous as himself to actually be single. Here you were, hoping to get a kiss from a man who’s clearly taken. You were embarrassed to say the least, he was so out of your league, so out of reach.

“We should probably clean up and head out,” you say quietly, packing up the leftover dough on the counter.

“You okay though? You fell pretty hard. Sit down, I can clean up,” Taeyong asks, worry laced in his tone.

You wave him off, still not looking at him as you grab a rag to wipe down the counters, “We can leave faster with two people cleaning up.”

He stares at you for a moment, almost trying to figure out what’s wrong but you don’t show any emotion as you avert his gaze. Eventually, he gives up and starts to clean up with you. Not another word is said after, as both of you finish up and you’re thankful.

Things after the incident weren’t the same. You distanced yourself from Taeyong, not wanting to gain any more feelings for him, whilst he belonged to someone else. It was quite frustrating for him, you could tell. One day you were his friend, and the next you were giving him the cold shoulder. You felt guilty doing that to him, but you had to do something to get rid of the butterflies he gave you.

Taeyong tried to get you to talk to him more, asking all kinds of questions, even things he knew, just to get you to say something. You wished he would stop, wanting things to go back to normal faster. It didn’t seem like today would be that day either, because as you open up the shop, he walks in with fiery red hair that almost has your mouth dropping.

“Good morning y/n,” he waves with a small smile, and you blink, staring at his head.

He looks so good. The bastard.

“You dyed your hair,” you mumble, looking at his perfectly styled hair that’s parted to the side today. A different look than his usual messy yet somehow sexy hairstyle that he always sports.

“This? Yeah haha, what do you think? Is it too much?” He looks at you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The action practically making you swoon, “It looks good,” you look back down and continue to count the money in the register

“Really? You think so?”

You nod once, still not looking at him. “Everything's ready for opening.. Can you switch the sign?”

“O-Oh, yeah, sure,” he sounds disappointed, and your heart hurts at the sound.

Thankfully Mr. Ahn walks out from the back and lets out a gasp, “Wah, Taeyong-ssi, you’ve really out done it this time.”

“Morning Mr. Ahn,” Taeyong bows shyly.

“I thought the blue hair was crazy, but I was wrong.. this is something else.” Your boss chuckles and it catches your attention.

“Blue hair..?” You ask, lost in the conversation.

“Taeyong had bright blue hair last year, he thought it would bring in more sales for the winter.” Mr. Ahn chuckles, patting him on the back and walking away.

You look at Taeyong confused and he stays silent. “You’ve worked here.. before?”

He swallows and nods. “How long?”

“Two years.. almost three.”

Blinking repeatedly, “so you’ve worked here longer than me?”

He winces and nods again. You bite the side of your cheek and turn around, heading to the break room to take a minute to process everything.

Taeyong follows behind you, “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad.. I just don’t understand why you would let me think that I’ve been here longer than you,” you shake your head in disbelief.

“I was going to tell you at first, but then you kept helping me figure out new things and I liked learning from you.. You’d get all excited whenever I took your advice and I didn’t want it to change.”

“But now it looks like I’m a know-it-all,” groaning in embarrassment, you put your face in your hands.

Taeyong grabs your hands and slowly pulls them away from your face. “You’re not a know-it-all, trust me when I tell you that I’m grateful for all the help you’ve given me,” he looks into your eyes with warm ones. Your heart skips a beat and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his perfect mouth.

He still has a girlfriend.

Instead, you pull your hands away from him and look down, “Thank you, please try to not keep these things from me though,” you say and give him a forced smile.

He nods quickly, “I’ll be honest from now on.”

“Good, hurry and put on your apron so we can get to work,” you instruct and he gives you a breathtaking smile.

Pretending things were fine between you and Taeyong was incredibly hard. Having to control your instincts to hold his hand or lean up to kiss his smooth cheek whenever he did something, anything, was pretty difficult. Of course to Taeyong, nothing was wrong and it seemed like everything went back to normal but it wasn’t the same to you. Ever since that night, all you could think about was him. The way he talks, the way he moves, the way he looks so damn good everyday even when he’s not trying.. which is not doing well for your fixated heart.

But all you could do was smile and keep distance between the two of you as much as possible. Today is no different.

You’re restocking the pound cake in the displaying case when someone walks in, “Hello, welcome in!” You greet the customer.

She’s tall, beautifully long and brown hair, with skin as smooth as butter. Her eyes painted with a bit of shadow, lips plump and glossy.

“How can I help you? Can I offer you to try our banana bread? It’s our top-seller this week,” you smile.

“Oh actually, I was looking for-“

“Noona?” Taeyong speaks from behind you, “what are you doing here?”

“Well I wanted to surprise my favorite boy at work,” she flashes her pearly teeth at him, lifting up a take-out bag.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you Noona!” He grins, taking the bag with a long bow and then hugging her.

You stare at the two awkwardly, you can feel the back of your neck rise with heat. Could this be his girlfriend? She was beautiful, older, more sophisticated. Who wouldn’t want her as their girlfriend?

“Sorry y/n! Meet Irene, I’ve known her my whole life basically,” Taeyong grins like she’s his whole world, “Noona, this is y/n, my coworker and close friend.”

Friend.

“Nice to meet you,” Irene bows lightly, “how long have you two been working together?”

“Oh, almost a year-“ “Not long,” you cut him off before grabbing the dirty tray to distract yourself from the jealousy that’s coursing through your veins.

“I better wash this up, it was lovely to meet you Irene,” you bow back respectfully and leave the room.

All you want to do is sit in a corner and cry. How long can you keep this up? Pretend that you’re fine being just his friend, his coworker, and nothing more? Tears fall down your face without realizing it and you quickly wipe them away. Maybe things really couldn’t go back to normal.. maybe you just needed to leave. Things were clearly only getting worse, and you certainly weren’t having fun at work anymore. But you couldn’t do that to Mr. Ahn, he was such a nice boss and despite your feelings for Taeyong, he was a great coworker.

You were just going to have to suck it up and get rid of these feelings quicker.

It was already the end of your shift when a loud clap of thunder surprised you. It’s late at night, with rain pouring like cats and dogs outside. You sigh and realize you may have to spend some money to get an uber home this time.

“Wow, looks like someone broke mother nature’s heart.”

“Huh?” You look up at Taeyong as he stands next to the window.

“There’s a saying in my hometown,” he continues, “that whenever it rains as hard as this, mother nature is crying, over a broken heart.”

That makes two of us, you think.

“Well she needs to move on quickly,” you sigh, typing into your phone, “I gotta get home.”

“Well she’s in love,” he shakes his head with a smile, “it's kind of hard to do that when you have feelings for someone.”

“Sometimes it’s better not to have feelings at all,” you whisper, more to yourself but he catches it anyways, turning to you with a look of concern.

Another clap of thunder and lightning appear which cause you both to jump at the sound. The lights flicker before turning off completely, as do all the street lights outside.

“Oh please don’t tell me we’re out of power. I can’t see a thing in here,” you hiss, walking aimlessly with open arms to feel around.

“Hold on, let me look for a power switch,” Taeyong says, and you hear him walking as well.

You move your arms to make sure you don’t bump into a corner or fall face first. Once you think the coast is clear, you move forward but instantly bump into something. You grip the sides and feel something soft. Moving up, you touch something harder, warmth in your palms.

“If you wanted to feel my muscles, you could’ve just asked,” Taeyong teases and you yelp in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I-I can’t see-“

“That’s okay, here stay put, I’ll find some candles that we have in the stockroom,” he chuckles, before moving away.

You stand in the dark and feel the heat on your cheeks. Waiting a few moments — you hear Taeyong rustling in the back before he comes near again and there is a loud snap, a single match turning on. Quickly, he lights four candles that help bring a bit of light back.

“Good thing we had these for Valentine’s Day,” he jokes, before walking across the room and opening the power cabinet. He switches it on and off, but to no luck, the power is still gone.

“Do you want to share an Uber? I think I have enough-“ you stop mid-sentence when you realize your phone won’t turn on. You click and tap on it several times before groaning.

“The world is playing a sick joke on me,” you say as you sink to the floor.

“Hey it’s not that bad, we’ll just stay here until the rain stops,” he coos, sitting next to you, “it’ll be fun, just me and you.”

Great.

“What are we going to do? There’s no electricity or anything to keep us occupied,” you sigh, and he thinks for a moment before grinning.

“Wait here!” Taeyong stands, running to the kitchen. He returns with a bottle of white wine and two empty coffee cups.

“I’d like to thank whoever added white wine to cream puffs,” he pours you both a cup, then hands you one.

“White wine, candle light, and rain outside,” you take a sip, “looks like the perfect date.”

“Could be,” Taeyong winks and you snort.

“Yeah right, you should be doing this with your girlfriend. Too bad you’re stuck with me,” you down your cup, not sure if the words or the wine were more bitter on your tongue.

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend?” He laughs, like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“The beautiful girl with brown silky hair? Ring a bell?”

“Do you mean Irene?” He raises an eyebrow, and you nod, already pouring yourself another cup, “She’s not my girlfriend, just a family friend. I’ve known her since I was in, like, diapers. I think she might have even changed mine actually..”

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed at your assumption.

“What about you? Isn’t your boyfriend wondering where you are?” He looks away and takes a big gulp, setting the cup beside him.

“The only boyfriend I have is my job,” you joke sadly, “guys just aren’t interested in me.”

“That’s not true,” he mumbles and your eyes turn to him.

“Shit, did I say that out loud?” Taeyong blushes and puts his face in his hands.

“Trust me, guys don’t like girls who look like me,” you shrug, hugging your cup closer to your chest.

You can feel his eyes on you but instead returning his gaze, you focus on the half empty drink in your palms.

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?”

“What?” You look up.

Taeyong looks at you with sadness, almost heartbroken that you would ever consider yourself less than average. He shakes his head and stands up, before pacing back and forth.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You’re concerned now, watching him look irritated with something.

“Nothing, it's just-“ he stops himself, before taking a deep breath and walks towards you. Crouching in front of you, he holds you by the shoulders and looks you straight in the eye.

“Do you have feelings for me?” Taeyong blurts out, causing your blood to almost freeze. You don’t make a move as you hold your breath. “Y/n.. do you?”

He knows. Oh my god, he knows. He probably hates you now. “What are you talking about Tae? We’re friends,” you somehow manage to say, eyes starting to water but you blink them away.

“So you don’t like me? You don’t feel anything besides friendship for me?” He whispers, his grip on your shoulders loosening with every word.

“Tae-“

“God I’m so stupid,” he mumbles, hands covering his face now, “stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“What are you talking about?” Looking at him with worry, he laughs sadly and looks at you with tears in his eyes.

“I like you y/n,” he confesses, “I’ve liked you for so long now. I’ve tried everything to get close to you. To figure out a way for you to reciprocate my feelings but.. you’re never going to feel the same, are you?”

Sitting there in shock, you don’t say a word.

“And here I am, thinking this might be the night where I would tell you how I felt but now I’m just a sad loser,” he mutters, wiping at his cheeks.

“Taeyong..”

“No it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know, even if you don’t like me back,” he clears his throat, attempting to cover up his sadness.

Maybe it was the way he confessed and looked so heartbroken or the rush of alcohol in your veins, but you bravely grab his chin and press your lips against his. You pull away after a few moments and he stares at you with his mouth agape.

“Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to kiss me?” You whisper, and his eyes flicker before his mouth is on yours again.

He tastes like peppermint, wine and tears. The kiss is more passionate this time, with all your frustrations and heartbreak, fueling it. Taeyong holds your face like he’s never going to let go and frankly, you don’t want him to.

You nibble on his lower lip and he almost growls, his mouth parting to move his tongue against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers run through his fiery hair as his hands move to grip your waist. Taeyong pulls away and looks at you with smoldering eyes, and it makes heat pool between your legs.

He leans down and kisses you softly this time, mouthing at your lips sensually. The simple act makes a soft moan release from your lips and he pauses, repeating the action to hear it again.

“Tae,” you breathe, tugging at his hair when his kisses move south, down your jaw and neck.

Taeyong lips move to yours once more and slowly brings you down to lay on your back. His hands roam your body, finally raising your leg to wrap around his waist. You can feel him this way, how hard he is under his black skinny’s that always makes him look so good. Your hips involuntarily raise up and grind against him, causing him to groan in your mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, pushing his hips harder into yours. The action makes your panties stick to you with arousal.

“Taeyong, please touch me,” you beg, tugging at his white button up, wanting to feel his skin on yours. He hums in understanding, sitting up to remove the material, revealing his perfect torso.

“Sorry, I’m not buff or anything..” he whispers in embarrassment, “I know I’m pretty skinny.”

A frown settles on your face when you hear that, before you sit up and run your hands down his body softly, “You’re perfect, I like you just the way you are,” you say as you look up at him and unbuckle his belt.

His breath stutters when you reach into his pants and palm him through his briefs. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods, throwing his head back when you thumb at the head.

“You know I’m the only one getting pretty naked here, mind if we change that?” His cheeky grin returns and he pulls at your shirt to take it off. You raise your arms and he removes the item, revealing a black bra you’re happy you wore today. He cups your breast in his hand, looking at you for reassurance.

You reach behind and unclip the brassiere, pulling the straps down and letting it fall off. Taeyong’s eyes widen and you bite your lip shyly at his reaction. “Wow,” he gapes, “this is so much better than in my dreams.”

“You’ve dreamt about me?” You let out a laugh.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, “Baby, you are my dream,” he smiles before kissing you again. His fingers tug at your sensitive buds causing you to gasp, holding onto his warm shoulders. Taeyong settles you back on to the cold floor, making you shiver at the sensation.

He pecks your lips softly, then moves his lips down your neck, sucking at the supple skin. Moving down, he kisses between your breast and puts one of your perks in his mouth. He uses his other hand to massage the other, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Please touch me, I need you,” You moan out and he pulls away, unbuttoning your pants. He pulls them off your legs, along with your panties. There you lay, on display for him, and only him. He looks at you in adoration, cursing under his breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, to have you like this for me,” he tells you, kissing your hips before moving further down.

Before you can say anything back, his wet tongue is on you. He laps softly before sucking on your clit, making you gasp in pleasure. Moving the muscle against you, he flicks up and down before mouthing at you. Your legs twitch beside his head and he keeps your thighs apart with his strong hands.

Soon he brings a hand up and slides a finger in, “Fuck you’re so wet, so tight,” he groans, sucking on your clit again and adding another finger.

You’re not sure if it’s the shock of hearing Taeyong’s dirty words or how his fingers are hitting the right spot, but you’re so close already. “Tae, oh god, I’m gonna come,” you moan loudly, tugging at his hair in pleasure.

“Come on princess, come all over my fingers. Be a good girl for me,” he whispers and moves his fingers faster, a pace that has you seeing stars after and curling your toes. Your back arches off the cold ground and your high hits you in waves.

Your eyes blink open and you’re panting when you look at Taeyong who looks ready to pounce on you. “You are so hot when you come,” he groans, bringing his mouth to meet yours. The kiss is messy and you can taste yourself but you don’t care. You palm him through his pants but he moves your hand away.

“As much as I want you to, I think I might come if you keep touching me,” he chuckles against your lips.

“Then fuck me already,” you quip and bite his lower lip. He moans at your words and tugs his pants down quickly. You help him remove his black briefs and you see him, all of him. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, much to your delight. Not too thick, red at the tip and a vein running along it.

“Like what you see?” He smirks when you reach his gaze and you roll your eyes.

“I’d like it more if you were inside of me,” you sass and he retaliates, tugging your legs closer to him causing you to yelp in surprise.

Leaning over, he pulls a condom from his wallet and is about to rip it open when you stop his hand. “You don’t have to, you know. I have a birth control implant,” you tell him and he raises his eyebrows, “I just want to feel all of you.” Taeyong chucks the condom somewhere randomly after causing you to let out a laugh.

It’s cut short when he rubs his throbbing head at your clit and the sensation makes you shutter. He sits up, before thrusting in swiftly and pulling out. You’re so wet that he slides right in, moving slowly before catching a rhythm.

“You feel so good,” he moans, taking hold of your hips to pick up his pace.

You’ve never felt so full in your life, he feels so big inside of you, so hard that you can’t help raise your hips with every thrust. He growls at your movements and lifts you up with ease, laying back so you can straddle him. You feel him deeper this way, moving your hips up and down.

“Yes, fuck, you ride me so well,” Taeyong groans, head thrown back and you can see the veins in his neck.

This fuels your core, making you move faster and harder to please him. His eyes practically roll back and it almost makes you come on the spot. His fingers move down to rub your clit to get you to your second high. Taeyong hisses when you clench on him, wrapping his arms around your waist tight.

He thrusts upwards to pound into you, “Come for me again love, come all over my dick,” he says, and you moan loudly into his neck as your second orgasm hits you.

Despite two powerful orgasms tiring you out, you continue moving your hips to give Taeyong his turn. You sit up, bouncing faster and using all of your leg strength to support yourself.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Taeyong gasps, “yes just like that, fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Please come, fill me up Tae,” you moan out to him and never stop moving your hips, “come for me.”

“Yeah? You want me to come?” He breathes, holding you tight, “fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit-“

You feel long spurts release inside of you as Taeyong calls out your name. Moving your hips slowly, you help him ride out his high before he’s completely soft inside of you. When you raise yourself off of him, his come runs down your thighs.

You reach over the counter to collect napkins and wipe yourself. Once you’re done, you turn to see Taeyong still laying on the ground, extremely spent. You smile and lay down next to him, head on his chest. He brings you closer by wrapping his arms around you.

“How long have you had feelings for me?” You say after a moment of silence.

“Probably since the day I met you,” Taeyong grins at the memory, “I thought you were pretty, then when I found out how smart and caring you were, I fell pretty hard.”

Your heart swells at his words, “Remember that night when I fell? Well, when you fell on me.”

“Yeah?”

“I started to like you then, I really thought you were going to kiss me. But then I assumed your girlfriend called and I tried to back off.”

“God I knew I should’ve kissed you,” he shakes his head, “my mistake, I’ll never hesitate again.”

“We were idiots, but now you can kiss me whenever you want,” you say and he kisses your forehead.

“Thank god for Mother Nature,” he sighs and you let out a giggle, “I mean, screw the guy who hurt her but also, thank you.”

“You’re such a softie,” you smile, and kiss his cheek.

“A minute ago I was anything but soft,” he smirks, and puts a hand under his head for comfort.

You take a good look at him, sex crazed hair and sweat lining his body. Plush lips kiss bitten and his dark eyes are glazed over which makes a familiar feeling come back between your legs. Can you blame yourself? Especially when he looks so damn good and you’ve been deprived of him for so long.

You straddle him and give him a coy smile, “How about round two?”

“You really are going to be the death of me,” he chuckles, “but what a sweet death it will be.”

#lee taeyong #lee taeyong smut #taeyong smut #kpop smut #kpop angst #nct smut #nct 127 #nct taeyong #taeyong angst #taeyong fluff #lee taeyong angst

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Manga the Week of 3/10/21

SEAN: Has anyone else run out of time to read things? You’d think I’d be reading MORE in a pandemic, but…

MICHELLE: I have run out of brain to read things.

ANNA: My non-work reading and writing have suffered.

ASH: It’s strange but true.

MELINDA: What is time?

SEAN: Airship has the print debut of Failure Frame: I Became the Strongest and Annihilated Everything With Low-Level Spells. Also in print is the second ROLL OVER AND DIE: I Will Fight for an Ordinary Life with My Love and Cursed Sword!, and digital-first gives us the 2nd Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs.

Dark Horse has a 7th Deluxe Hardcover edition of Berserk.

ASH: It’s probably no surprise that I’ll be picking that up.

SEAN: Drawn & Quarterly has a biggie: the late Shigeru Mizuki’s adaptation of Tono Monogatari, a famous collection of folklore. It ran in Shogakukan’s Big Comic.

ASH: My recent brief doesn’t truly do it justice, but I love this book.

MELINDA: Ash is persuasive!

SEAN: No debuts for J-Novel Club, but a lot of new volumes of beloved series. We see Ascendance of a Bookworm 11, Bibliophile Princess 5, the 2nd manga volume of The Engagement of Marielle Clarac, Girls Kingdom 2, Infinite Dendrogram 14, the 5th manga volume of The Master of Ragnarok & Blesser of Einherjar, and Slayers 6.

ASH: Yay, Bookworm!

SEAN: Kaiten Books has a debut with Welcome to the Outcast’s Restaurant, a manga version of the light novel we’ve seen released here by Tentai Books. A strong adventurer, banished by his party, starts a restaurant, and has to deal with his customers’ varied issues.

ASH: There seems to be a surprising number of these types of restaurants.

SEAN: Kodansha has some print. There’s Grand Blue Dreaming 12, Rent-a-Girlfriend 5, Saint Young Men 5 (in hardcover omnibus), and the 14th and final Waiting for Spring.

MICHELLE: I’ve been waiting for Waiting for Spring‘s finale for ages!

ANNA: I have the first volume and I still haven’t read it!

ASH: I’ve liked what I’ve read of Waiting for Spring so far, but Saint Young Men has most of my attention from this batch.

MELINDA: Same here!

SEAN: For digital, the debut is Shaman King: Marcos, which runs in Shonen Magazine Edge, and is MORE SHAMAN KING.

Also digital: A Couple of Cuckoos 3, Ace of the Diamond 31, Peach Boy Riverside 5, Saint Young Men 10, Seven Shakespeares 15, and We Must Never Fall in Love 7.

MICHELLE: A baseball binge is in store for me!

SEAN: Seven Seas has two debuts. The first had an anime recently, and it’s called Super HxEros (Dokyuu Hentai HxEros). Despite the Japanese title, this isn’t quite porn, but it does run on fanservice. Aliens are sapping the world’s lust, and only superheroes who can use their own lust to power up can stop them. This runs in Jump Square, home of Blue Exorcist, believe it or not, and is 11+ volumes in Japan.

The other debut is Wonder Cat Kyuu-chan (Fushigi Neko no Kyuu-chan), a 4-koma about an office worker who finds an abandoned cat that proves to be… a wonder cat! This looks very cute.

ANNA: That does sound cute.

ASH: It does.

SEAN: Also from Seven Seas: Akashic Records of Bastard Magical Instructor 11, Arifureta: From Commonplace to World’s Strongest 6 (manga), Arpeggio of Blue Steel 17, Peter Grill and the Philosopher’s Time 4, The Ideal Sponger Life 8 (manga), The Saint’s Magic Power Is Omnipotent 2 (manga), and We Swore to Meet in the Next Life and That’s When Things Got Weird! 2.

SuBLime gives us Caste Heaven 5 and the 2nd and final volume of Toritan – Birds of a Feather.

MICHELLE: I need to check out Toritan. Caste Heaven was not for me.

ASH: I haven’t tried Caste Heaven yet, but I really liked the first volume of Toritan. I didn’t realize it was only two volumes long.

SEAN: Tokyopop has Katakoi Lamp, a BL title from Rutile. A young man working at a coffee shop falls for a customer, but can he work up the courage to confess?

They also have the 2nd volume of Ossan Idol!.

Vertical has a 9th volume of Flying Witch and a 3rd With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun.

Viz has Tokyo Fashion: A Comic Book, an illustrated guide to building your wardrobe and looking good.

ASH: Oh, that could be interesting!

SEAN: We also have Fly Me to the Moon 4, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess 8, RIN-NE 38, and Splatoon: Squid Kids Comedy Show 3.

Yen On has a debut, with The Executioner and Her Way of Life (Shokei Shoujo no Ikirumichi), about a woman whose job it is to STOP isekai protagonists – they keep bringing chaos whenever they arrive! Unfortunately, the girl she meets may be more than she can handle. Nice seeing more yuri light novels.

ASH: That is kind of a delightful and cathartic twist to the isekai deluge. And it’s yuri, too? I may have to check it out!

SEAN: Yen On also has Combatants Will Be Dispatched! 5.

Three debuts from Yen Press. I Cannot Reach You (Kimi ni wa Todokanai) is a BL series from Media Factory’s Gene Pixiv, and is a childhood friend romance sort of story. It looks sweet.

MICHELLE: I’m really looking forward to this one!

ASH: Me, too!

MELINDA: Okay, yes, THIS.

SEAN: SEAN: Play It Cool, Guys (Cool Doji Danshi) runs in Square Enix’s Gangan Pixiv, and features a bunch of cool guys who are secretly… awkward dorks! This seems more on the funny side.

ASH: Could be fun!

SEAN: Penguin Gentlemen (Penguin Shinshi) is a done-in-one hardcover about a group of penguins who run a bar. Sometimes they’re drawn as penguins… and sometimes they’re drawn as buff hot guys. This ran in Kadokawa’s Pixiv Essay.

ANNA: This sounds hilarious.

ASH: It really does, in the best sort of way.

MELINDA: This sounds amazing.

SEAN: Lastly, Yen has Happy Sugar Life 8, I’ve Been Killing Slimes for 300 Years 5 (manga), Kakegurui Twin 9, and Restaurant to Another World 4.

What series are you falling more and more behind on?

MICHELLE: ALL OF THEM.

ANNA: SO MANY SERIES!

MELINDA: I REPEAT, WHAT IS TIME?

By: Sean Gaffney

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

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bakubabes-tatakae · 5 years ago

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Melting My Heart (Part Three)

Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be added to the tag list for this let me know. Happy to do it for anyone!

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best... isn’t the only thing out there.

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Part One, Part Two

Part Three:

Word Count: 2025

With the exams for UA High coming up Katsuki was training constantly. Our backyard was beginning to look like a war zone, craters littered the ground as he used his explosions to blow holes and then fill them back in, just to blast them back up again. I stepped into the backyard and smelt the familiar smell of caramel, Katsuki had to be working pretty hard if the sweet sweat smell was as strong as it is. When the sliding door to the backyard shut and I stepped out Katsuki paused and looked up at me, he was knelt over, out of breath. I walked over to him and he stood up straight, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead.

I smiled at him. “You’re still training Kacchan?”

He put his hand into a fist. “I have to be the best that I can be. I can’t afford to screw up, I have everything riding on this exam.”

“You’re going to do fine, I know you will. You’re quirk is amazing, there’s not much you can’t do Kacchan. You’ve always been one to succeed.”

He smiled a little at me and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, pulling me into a hug. “I know, but I’ve got to push myself. How else am I going to make my queen’s life the best that it could possibly be?”

I chuckled and breathed in the sweet caramel smell once again. I knew he would make it, and he knew he would too, but he didn’t want to leave any room for error. “I’m going to see my dad today. He wants to talk to me more, wants to get to know his daughter a little more.”

Katsuki kissed the side of my head. “That’s good. How are you feeling about the whole thing?”

“I still don’t really know. I’m glad that I found him, I’m glad that he’s in my life, but it’s still just so sudden.”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted tho?” He started stretching again, getting ready to start more training.

“It is, but it’s just not something I expected to have happen to me before the exam. What if it hinders me? I’m so unfocused lately. I don’t know how to snap myself out of this. I know it’s not his fault, it’s not like he knew that I was planning on taking the exam, but it still sucks. You know what I mean?”

“I know what you mean, but you know I’m going to be here to support you or pick up the pieces, whatever happens, I’m always going to be your crutch when you need it.”

I smiled weakly at him. “I know Kacchan.”

* * * * * *

I stepped into the doorway of the nearest coffee shop and looked around. I spotted the long black hair of Shouta Aizawa at a table near the window. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to him. He waved when he saw me and smiled. I sat across from him and took in the moment. He pointed toward the cashier. “Do you want a coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds fine.” I told him what I wanted and he stood, heading to the cash register to order for me. When he came back and handed me the coffee it felt almost surreal. I had grown up with a mother who seemed, at times, like she didn’t even care about me, and a father that I had never known. I had always been told that my father had never wanted anything to do with me, that he was a deadbeat, but here he was now… trying to have a relationship with me.

Shouta sat down across from me again and started to talk to me. “I know it’s probably still a little awkward for you, maybe even still completely uncomfortable for you, but I hope that’s something we can get over soon.” He smiled hopefully.

“It’s not that it’s awkward or uncomfortable, it’s just a little overwhelming for me. I’ve always wanted to know you, my whole life I’ve wanted to know who my father was. I always wanted to know where I got my quirk from.”

Shock took over his face. “Your quirk? Does that mean you got my quirk?”

“I got both you and mom’s quirk. It was a weird medical fluke. Most kids just get a combination of the two, or they get one or the other. I was lucky enough to get both of them.”

“Wow… I never realized how good it would feel to know that my daughter would have my quirk, something I could pass down. Not that you don’t already look like my daughter. We could be twins for heaven’s sake.”

I smiled thinking about it, putting the two of us next to each other you could definitely tell we were related. Same black hair, same tired eyes due to our quirks, same mannerisms. It felt so odd, but I loved every little thing I was learning about him… about my father.”

“So who are you staying with? If you don’t mind me asking anyway.”

“I’m staying with my boyfriend and his parents. They took me in when mom kicked me out, they couldn’t believe that mom had done it. Mom and his parents had known each other for a long time, we’ve been friends since we were little kids.”

Shouta leaned back in his chair, protective dad written all over his face already. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Katsuki.” I chuckled, I liked the thought of him being protective. “Katsuki Bakugou.”

He leaned forward again. “The boy that was just on the news the other day with the slime monster? The boy he had hostage?”

“Yea. That’s him.”

“He’s got an amazingly strong quirk. I haven’t seen one like that in a long time. He treats you well I hope.”

“Like a queen, trust me.”

“Good.” He leaned back again, relaxing more.

* * * * * *

The morning of the exam came faster than we thought it would. I had never seen Katsuki so nervous, yet so calm at the same time. As we walked up to the school we saw none other than Izuku Midoryia walking in front of us. I smiled at him as he turned around to greet us. “Kacchan, Y/N, good morning.”

Katsuki ignored him and continued to walk. “Get out of my way now, before I set you on fire.”

I smacked his arm and let go of his hand. “Good morning Izuku!”

Izuku still looked thrown aback by Katsuki’s comment and didn’t say anything. I waved to him and followed after Katsuki.

Katsuki wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked. “Why do you bother with that guy? He’s useless.”

I frowned at him. “He’s not useless Kacchan, leave him alone. If he wants to try to get into UA High then let him do it, he’s not hurting anyone.”

Katsuki huffed and looked forward again. As we made our way closer to the door kids were making comments about Katsuki and the slime monster, setting him into a bad mood, he didn’t want to be known for that. He wanted to be known for being the number one hero. We walked into the auditorium for the exam orientation portion of the day and took our seats. Izuku sat next to us and a man with blonde hair that I recognized came onto the stage.

The Pro-Hero Present Mic stood before us. “What’s up UA candidates? Thanks for tuning in to me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear you!” He threw his hands in the air and stared at all of us.” We were all silent as we watched him. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine, I’ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down, okay? Are you ready!?”

Izuku was gushing next to us about Present Mic. Katsuki looked over at him and glared. “Will you shut up?” I elbowed his side.

“Like your application said, today you rockin boys and girls will be out there conducting ten minute mock battles in super hip urban settings. After I drop the mic here you’ll head to your specified battle setting.”

Katsuki, Izuku, and I looked down at our cards we had gotten upon entry to the auditorium and looked at the letters on them.

Katsuki spoke up. “I see what they’re doing, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.” Izuku had battle center B while Katsuki and I had battle center A, surprised they hadn’t noticed our address being the same and split us up. Our exam numbers were all consecutive, yet they split us from Izuku.

Katsuki looked over at Izuku. “Get your eyes off my card.” Izuku leaned back a little, stunned by his words. “Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you.”

Izuku laughed nervously as Present Mic spoke again. “Okay, okay, let’s check out your targets.” Three different robot monsters popped up on the screen in front of us. “There are three different types of villains in every battle center. You earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by shredding these villains like a mid song guitar solo! But check it, make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no-no. You dig?”

A young man in front of us stood up and interrupted. “Excuse me sir?” We all turned to him. “But I have a question.”

“Hit me.”

A spotlight opened on the young boy. “On the print out you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” He pointed to the paper and looked very serious. “With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful.” He put his hand to his chest in a fist. “We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.” He turned toward Katsuki, Izuku, and I and pointed straight at Izuku. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair, and the girl beside him, you’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that.”

Izuku looked worried, but I shrugged it off. What a buzz kill? Who peed in his cereal?

He continued while Izuku looked around, worried. “If you can’t take this seriously then leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.”

Katsuki started to stand up to defend my honor, but I pulled him back down to his seat.

“Alright, alright, let’s settle down. Examinee number 7111, thanks for calling in with your request.” The forth villain on our paper popped in on the screen. “The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guys just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center. THink of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It’s not that it can’t be beaten, but there’s kind of no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the ones topping the charts.”

The young boy bowed to him. “Thank you very much, please continue.” He sat down and the spotlight turned off.

“That’s all I’ve got for you today, I’ll sign off with a little present. It’s a sample of our school motto. As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, a true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes. Now that’s a tasty soundbite. Are you ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a plus ultra!” In big letters on the screen behind him ‘Plus Ultra’ popped up. “Good luck, hope you practiced hitting more than just books.”

I looked over at Katsuki and we both raised a fist, nodding. “We’re in the same battle center. What do you think about working as a team?”

Katsuki had never been one to work with other people, but when it came to me, he could never say no. He smiled dastardly, “You got it my queen, let’s take down every single one of these losers and show them what we’re made of.”

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Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Updated: 5/8/2020

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magpiemorality · 5 years ago

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The Thing In The Woods, Intruality pt.5

One Two Three Four AO3

@littlestr

The final part methinks! A little sweet ending for this surprisingly sweet story, a small time jump after part 4!! Thanks for enjoying if you have ^^

Warnings: demonic creature Remus?

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When Patton had uttered those fateful words he'd never expected this to be the outcome. He'd expected some gruesome creature, maybe some kind of dog but warped, that would run away and escape into the night never to be seen again. He hadn't expected the Yuke.

"No wait, not the blinds!" He yelped, jumping up from the couch and legging it to where the Yuke was crouched, chewing on the bottom of one of the hanging panels. The Yuke immediately sped up, trying to stuff as much of the plastic into its mouth as hu- as demonically possible before Patton reached it and pulled the snack away, bopping it on the nose. "Bad Yukey! I have a security deposit to pay back when we move out of here, c'mon!"

The Yuke bared its teeth with a multi-layered hiss, before scarpering to the bedroom to its favourite spot under the bed, knocking into the growing piles of empty peanut butter jars it collected under there and giving Remy a wide berth on the way.

"Honestly, I don't know why you let it stay," they muttered mutinously, carrying a fourth refill of coffee back to the little living room and sprawling on one side of the couch. "I keep telling you I'm sure I've got the exorcism spell down by now, it could be out of your hair just like that." They clicked their fingers to demonstrate, rolling their eyes at the deep, booming foghorn sound of protest from the bedroom. Patton shook his head and sat back down, picking up his knitting.

"No, I know you think it's best but the Yuke is really very nice! It's a great pest control, and it's very good for parties. No noise complaints, like, wow!"

The Yuke was abruptly and without warning peering around the side of the couch arm near Patton, an eerie but well-intentioned grin splitting its face into two lines of teeth. It had learned smiling just that morning and seemed determined to keep practising.

Remy shuddered delicately, but Patton reached out to scritch the Yuke's chin with a fond smile, before going back to the click-clack of his knitting needles, which had the Yuke utterly enraptured as it slunk up to drape along the back of the couch entirely too fluidly to look natural.

"Besides. Logan is very much looking forwards to teaching it some form of basic communication. I think he's really found his niche there, actually, hopefully he'll keep it up once Yukey is mostly independent. He'd be great with students, maybe kids..." The Yuke snuffled and slid down the back of the couch to perch next to Patton and watch his hands from up close, every movement more like slime dripping than anything else. Remy took comfort in the familiar realness of their cup of coffee.

"Why do you call it that anyway?" They asked, trying to distinguish just how the Yuke's limbs worked. "Doesn't it get a name instead of that very clever designation I gave it, now you've adopted it as a pet?"

When the Yuke had been calmed down and sent packing back to the bedroom to sulk, and once Remy had stopped shouting about nearly being murdered for an innocent comment, Patton finally managed to think about the question. Luckily none of the coffee had been lost in the fray as the Yuke launched itself at the ghost-slash-occasionally-monster hunter in a hurt fury, because then Patton would have had no chance separating them and stopping their fight.

"Why doesn't it get a name?" He mused. "It's a good point, actually. Maybe it wants one. Maybe it has one already! I'll have to find out. Or Loga-"

He stopped because it was sat in the bedroom doorway, perfectly keeping itself behind the boundary of the room with its limbs in a totally flat line that made Remy's eyes hurt, whining pitifully. Patton inevitably melted, promising that he would come and cuddle soon, but he needed to finish up with Remy without any more violence because he was far too tired for that.

In a way it was sweet the way the Yuke brightened, proceeding to roll around on the floor and flow up onto the bed to get comfortable, keeping an eye on Patton through the open door all the while. Remy could admit that, sure. That didn't mean the whole situation wasn't weird as all shit though.

"We'll figure that out next, I think! Thanks for the nudge. Now I really should go get ready for bed and cuddles time, but I'll see you soon? This weekend maybe, you wanted to go into town for a shop, right?"

Remy stood as he did and they exchanged cheek kisses to the cacophony of the Yuke's possessive... not growls. "You bet, babes. I'll text you, don't worry. Don't get eaten and/or possessed and/or turned into anything nasty until I see you next. Bye hellbeast!" They waved and the Yuke grumbled almost humanly, turning its back decisively on them.

Patton chuckled as he closed the door behind his friend. It was a weird life he was living these days, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Sequel Here!

#writepie #the thing in the woods #poor creature remus #intruality #ts patton #ts remus #ts remy #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides #am I delighted that Yuke rhymes with Duke by accident yes YES i am

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papergardener · 4 years ago

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Futurama Fanfic: Paths

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family Characters: Turanga Leela, Philip J Fry, Leela’s Parents Summary: In which Leela has a vision of what if everything went wrong when she first meets her parents. Based on the episode 'Leela's Homeworld.'

“Hey, Leela?” She turned to see Fry had followed her. It was much quieter once the door shuttered behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Uh huh,” Fry said, nodding. “Cause of earlier? That dumb alien thing?”

Leela shrugged, and then looked more closely at Fry, and realized this was an odd hour for him to be watching underground robot fighting, even with Bender’s bad influence. There were shadows under his eyes. “Want to walk with me?”

Paths (Ao3 Link)

She still remembered the sharp recoil of the gun as it fired, could still smell the staticky ozone, and absently flexed her hand against the ship’s wheel.

It had felt so real.

How she had murdered her parents...

Apparently they had seen visions or dreams or something, all because of some weird alien drug, because of course it was some weird alien drug. When Bender had swindled some sweet-tasting gummies, they hadn’t realized it had been a hallucinogen until Fry was practically in a coma. Nor did they realize that Bender had stolen it from a powerful space cartel who had then captured their ship. They had escaped all that with only minor cuts and some slashed wiring that spat out sparks from time to time, but they’d deal with it later.

That didn’t concern Leela as much as what she’d seen.

The alien—in between yelling at them and threatening them with a flesh-eating slime (trademark pending)—had said something about the drug’s effects, how it took a moment from their past and… something or other. Her translation wasn’t the best, but she got the jist of it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t real, and that’s what mattered. Leela didn’t need to know all the details, she just needed to know how to fly the ship.

Which she was doing.

Well enough.

“I think we’ve still got an asteroid lodged under the wing-thingie,” Fry said, his face pressed against the glass on the far side.

Leela jerked the wheel sharply right, throwing the ship sideways, rocking it back and forth before she felt something shift, the wheel shuddering under her hands. She leveled out again to the sound of creaking and loud groans from everyone not belted in—everyone being Fry and Bender, which was plenty enough.

“Better?”

“Uhh…” Fry drunkenly stumbled over and smushed his face against the glass again. “Yep. All clear!”

“Good.” Leela didn’t look over as Fry slumped into the copilot’s seat beside her. “I just want to get back and pretend this never happened.” She paused. “Except on the incident report.”

“Yeah, I feel ya,” Fry said, pinching his eyes in a way that couldn’t be good for his optical nerves. “Man, I’ve got such a headache from that stupid thing. That was worse than the time I ate a tray of pot brownies in high school.”

Leela gave him a quick glance over. Fry certainly looked tired, but overall fine. Except for some scratches, that is, but he deserved at least half of them.

It wasn’t surprising he had been affected more: Fry had been under the drug’s influence for almost an hour, while she had—thankfully—only seemed to last a few minutes before fighting it off. Maybe it was her own horror that snapped her out of it, when she realized she had murdered her parents in cold blood.

“So what did you meatbags see?” Bender said, stomping over and throwing himself into a chair, not pausing as he pulled out a beer bottle from his chest cavity.

Fry pressed harder between his eyes before letting go, letting his hand drop off the edge of the seat. “Ya know… stuff,” he said, frowning at the dark expanse before them, darkness interwoven with a billion stars and planets. “Just a bunch of dumb, boring stuff.”

“Same,” Leela said. Her eye itched as if she’d been crying, which she hadn’t been. It had been an illusion, that was all.

Except it had felt real, and that was the terrifying part. A tucked-away part of her was desperate to get back and check that her mom and dad were fine. But she didn’t do more than push the old ship a little harder than usual, keeping on a steady course for home.

Even so, it was several hours before they approached the familiar blue marble, with the sun at their backs and late at night—at least according to the standardized earth clock on the ship. Leela wasn’t alone as they rounded the curvature of the earth; Fry was with her, and together they watched the sun set in a blaze of orange light casting long, long shadows over the clouds.

Soon the ship settled into it’s docking port with the usual hiss and groan, before falling quiet once more, all except for the hum of the engines and soft ticking of the navigational instruments. They didn’t talk much, and it was quiet still as they plodded out the gangway with yawns and long overhead stretches, already well past midnight. Maybe in the morning she would go check on them—she was overdue for a visit, anyway.

They were fine. Of course they were.

Her fingers twitched as she remembered the warmth of the gun in her hand.

She didn’t bother going to her own apartment, but settled into one of the spare rooms of Planet Express for just such a purpose, with little more than a bed and a hamper in the corner for anything radioactive. For hours, perhaps, she lay sprawled on top of the grubby sheets and couldn’t slpee. She stared at the dark part of the ceiling, or the bar of light from the street, or the gray pulsing inside of her eyelid. Sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind wouldn’t let up that damn vision, like an awful commercial jingle that wouldn’t shut up. It so easily could have happened, that was the worst part. The difference was only a fraction of time. If she had fired five second earlier, a couple seconds earlier… if Fry hadn’t crashed through the ceiling and distracted her…

She could still picture it, standing in that dark, foul room, both hands holding her gun steady as it clicked, clicked, clicked, charging. Her parents, hooded and bowed, standing before her, waiting for their execution at the hands of their own daughter.

I’ll kill you!

She had meant it.

That… would be best.

They had meant that, too.

Again, the gun fired. The bodies crumbled with hardly a sound, just a heavy fall against the hard floor.

This time, there was blood.

Leela jerked up, gasping and staring about the room. With a shaking hand she brushed her cheek, slightly damp. She held it to the little light coming in from the window, and it wasn’t blood.

For some moments she pressed her head tight between her hands, shutting her eye and forcing herself to breathe. But it couldn’t get rid of the afterimage burned into the back of her eyelid. She could still feel the blood as it hit her face, warm and coppery against her lips.

“Dammit,” she muttered, swinging her feet off the bed and throwing on her boots.

Sleep wasn’t happening that night.

By force of habit she slipped on the metal cuff as she headed out, and then paused. She snapped it open again, exposing her forearm, and watched the little metal bracelet shift, the same one she had worn since she was a baby, identical to her mother’s. She snapped the cuff closed again and rubbed her face, hard.

Maybe she should go check on them. Just a casual, totally normal visit at… she squinted at the bedside clock. 1:42 in the morning. Hm. Or maybe she should be rational and wait until morning. She could even bring coffee and donuts. They’d like that.

Still, she wasn’t going to sleep that night. With every intention of slipping out unnoticed, she walked into the rec room of Planet Express to see Fry and Bender shouting at the TV, which seemed to be shouting right back.

“And Slammerbot slams right onto The Underslammer, what a move! What’s this? The Underslammer saw it coming?! And he’s back on his feet—“

“You two are up late,” Leela said, making Fry shriek in surprise.

“Only for your dumb human biology,” Bender said, tossing an empty beer bottle on the floor and missing the trash by a body’s length. Leela watched it roll and tap against the table.

“I thought you’d be back at your apartment by now,” Leela said, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms and trying not to yawn.

“Eh, too far,” Fry said, tilting his head back all the way to better see her. “Surprised you’re here.” Then he looked around the little room, the bright lights the same whether day or night. “Man, what time is it?”

“Late,” Leela said simply, before her voice was drowned out by the TV crowds screaming, and Bender screaming as he jumped to his feet, swearing like he’d taken up a job as a personal manager with the most insulting, unhelpful encouragement imaginable. Fry had also jumped to his feet on impulse, but was too confused to do more than give a half-hearted yell and squint at the screen.

Leela looked between the television and the screaming idiots, and pursed her lips. A distraction might be nice, but this wasn’t it. Leaving them to it, she headed out towards the side-door, the hall light slowly flickering on around her as she made her way. Almost immediately the early thoughts and images resurfaced, leaving her cold and jittery. Maybe underground robot wrestling would be better than being alone.

“Hey, Leela?” She turned to see Fry had followed her. It was much quieter once the door shuttered behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Uh huh,” Fry said, nodding. “Cause of earlier? That dumb alien thing?”

The night was unremarkably nice, the streets deserted and most of the shop lights dimmed or off. Leela shoved her hands in her pockets against the chill, glad to have at least remembered her jacket. Fry kicked at bits of trash, and pointed out a scurrying rat on the opposite street. It was hard to see, but it seemed to have an extra eye and faintly glowed. Likely from the sewers

Like her parents.

Leela shrunk into her jacket collar and shoved her hands deeper, balling them into fists.

“I think I’m going to go see my parents,” she said suddenly.

“Yeah?” Fry said, and then looked up at the dark sky. “What, like now?”

“Maybe.”

Fry made a little sound like a shrug and then fell quiet, oddly so.

The late hours of night affected people differently, and it didn’t always fall to moderation. Some nights, Leela would stay up with the others, drinking and talking and laughing over the dumbest, un-funniest shit. Once they had played truth or dare like teenagers, knocking back shots and smashing beer cans, talking about sexual mishaps and drug-induced disasters. Those nights were good, and they inevitably happened in those late, late hours when they were drunk on exhaustion as much as booze.

Other nights? They might fall like this: quiet and dark, when one could speak of things they couldn’t say in daylight. A time for murmured secrets and soft-shelled vulnerability.

“I saw my parents earlier, actually,” Fry said, frowning and kicking a soda can. It clattered a few feet ahead, and he kicked it again. “Dumb alien drugs.”

Whichever way the night fell, it seemed as arbitrary as the toss of a coin.

“I don’t get exactly what happened to us, but I know what I... it was…” He made a tangled noise in his throat and shrugged, looking and sounding younger than usual. That alone shouldn’t have been so strange, since he was often childish and immature, but this was different. “I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“I was back home,” he said, his face pinching tight. Home. To him, it meant the year 2000, in the city of Old New York before it became Old. There was something melancholy about him calling that place home. “Everything was the same but instead of staying in the lab when I realized the pizza order was a prank, I left. I went home.” He looked up, seeing the world of his future, and perhaps seeing well beyond it. “Like none of this would ever happen.”

“Oh.”

Leela considered that, following his gaze upwards, unseeing.

A flip of the coin, was that it? A glimpse down a path not taken?

“Yeah. I showed up at my house and they were all celebrating without me. Like they didn’t notice I was gone.” He pulled his chin lower to his chest, frowning. “It was like they’d already forgotten me. I guess... why wouldn’t they. I was just the screw up.”

Leela stared at him as they walked, her own chest feeling tight and strange.

Fry continued in a lower voice, talking as if it might be his only chance to say these words. Almost desperate. “You know, after I got here, I’d sometimes wonder how long it took anyone to notice that I was gone. If they ever did notice. Or, like, if they ever cared.”

“Fry…”

He gave a shaky grin at the sound of her voice, his look painfully, falsely optimistic. “Yeah, that’s dumb. I bet they missed me. I mean, I was their son. Yancy was my brother. They probably did. Eventually. But just… that dumb alien drug made me realize… I think I was alone even before I lost everyone. Now they’re gone, and they’re all dead and I’m not and it’s…” He trailed off, brows pinched. There didn’t seem to be a word for whatever he was feeling.

Leela reached over and hooked her arm around Fry’s shoulders, pulling him close and not losing step.

Fry gave a nervous laugh and tried to pull away, several times almost saying something but the words stuttered and started and lead nowhere. Then he stopped trying, his shoulders tightened and then fell and he moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing a fistful of her jacket. He bowed his head, and she kept them steady, their footsteps keeping time when nothing else seemed to.

“Your family missed you,” Leela said. “You know they did.”

“Yeah.” He leaned in closer, his fist pulling harder. His voice was almost steady. “Yeah. I know.”

Fry had always been childish, it was one of the most annoying, frustrating parts about him. This was childish too, but Leela didn’t mind it. It was a different kind than his usual idiocy. Instead, this was the thoughts and fears of a child that lingered on and on, always in the back on one’s mind, the kind that would seem to vanish with maturity and then snap up and make one feel young and stupid and desperate to be loved.

Leela had a bit of that child in her, too.

Linked tight, they walked on through the half-lit world, a wash of gray metal and concrete in patches of light and shadow. In theory, time moved forward, and the stars continued to move overhead, but it felt as much an illusion as any other, like they were the only ones alive and awake on the entire earth.

A taxi zoomed by ahead of them, breaking that thought and leaving an afterglow of headlights, but then it was gone and the silence and stillness returned. Leela thought she wouldn’t mind if time did stop, just for a little while.

They came to the edge of a park, ignoring the hooker bots and avoiding the designated drug spot, lit in ugly, flickering neon like an enticing bug zapper. There was a quiet edge along the grass with cold metal benches that they leaned against, slick from the early morning dew and a thin mist that swept past in tendrils. Once, Leela swiped her palm against her forehead, brushing back her damp bangs and imagined smearing blood. When she pulled away her hand was clean, if sweaty, and she rubbed it against the corner of her jacket.

It was an ugly reminder of her own nightmares, and a reminder that Fry had been part of them. It was his reaction that had helped break what power the drug had on her. The sight of his horrified face when he saw what she had done, how he had staggered and stuttered, knowing he was too late.

Don’t do it, Leela! You can’t… you … oh my god… Leela, what did you do?

“I never did thank you for before,” Leela said, making Fry perk up and make a little noise like a confused dog. “For what you did for me back when you stopped me from... when I almost killed my parents.”

“Oh.” He went quiet for a moment, pondering that. “Is that what you dreamed about? That dumb drug thing?”

She shrugged, rolling her ankle on the ground and not looking up. “Back then, if it hadn’t been for you…”

It damn well terrified her, how easily it could have all gone wrong.

“I don’t think you would have fired, if it helps any,” Fry said, with more confidence in her than she had herself.

It had felt so easy to pull the trigger, so Leela wasn’t too sure about that, but it was comforting regardless. Maybe he had a point. They had been unarmed. Even with how angry she was, would she really have murdered two people in cold blood?

“Maybe,” she muttered. She felt slightly drunk. Or perhaps it was merely exhaustion. She wished she was drunk, it’d at least give her an excuse.

“It’s still weird, you know? Having them,” she said, waving a hand towards nothing. “Having real, actual parents. After all my life thinking I was an orphan, or an alien, and now they’re just there.” She scraped her foot against the concrete, a flash of anger she couldn’t direct. “They’ve always been there , and it’s so—“

She stopped, overwhelmed and stupidly emotional and unsure. Night did that, sometimes. It made things go all stupid and reflective.

Before she could give voice to those thoughts, Fry knocked his shoulder into hers, almost shoving her off the slippery benchback. “Hey.” He grinned. “Whatever happened, I’m glad you found your parents.”

She closed her eye and focused on that. It sounded so nice. She had found them, and things had turned out well, hadn’t they? Amazing, actually. Her parents were alive and they loved her, and wanted her. She had found her parents.

“Yeah,” she said, her emotions tangling. “Me too.”

I’m sorry you lost yours, she thought, taking his hand. It was warm and stiff from being held in a fist, and gooey with sweat.

They were sweaty, tired, lonely messes, the both of them, on opposite ends of a shitty pendulum.

For a time after they were quiet, staring up at the dark sky, a deep black not yet tinged with the gray of pre-dawn. Then, together, they walked back to the Planet Express, stopping in the middle of the empty road at the maintenance hole just outside it, her usual entrance. Fry opened it, pulling it back before reaching out a hand with a smile. With gentlemanly grace he handed her down into the sewers.

Just before she was almost fully under, Leela paused, her hand stilling on the cold metal rung. Looking up, Fry’s orange hair was outlined by the glow of neon lights. He had saved her, and that time it had gone right. Tomorrow he’d almost certainly be back to his usual idiot self, but this had been a good night. She’d remember it.

“Thanks, Fry.”

“Good night, Leela.”

He waited, watching her until she was a good way down before closing the heavy circular lid above her. It took a moment for her eyes to settle, but it was actually easier to see underground, the toxic lake casting everything in a green, radioactive glow that made descending the metal ladder easier, and then the woven rope ladder after that.

Even though the world wasn’t tied to the rising and falling of the sun, it still had that chilled, calm air of night. Leela knocked against the rotting door jamb, and listened as the muffled voices came closer before the door creaked open a moment.

“Leela!” her mother cried, opening it wide, her father right over her shoulder. “It’s so late. What are you doing here?”

“Are you in trouble?” her father asked worriedly, stepping out and looking up and down the dark, deserted pathway.

“No, I’m fine.” Leela rubbed her arm. This was starting to seem foolish. “I, uh, just… wanted to see you. That’s all.”

“Oh.” Her mom blinked at her. “That’s… sweet of you. But you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Maybe all our clocks are just broken,” her dad said, squinting across the room. “I thought it was after 3am.”

“It is,” Leela said, rocking back on her heels a bit. The idea had been to come and talk with them, but that was seeming too much at the moment. Exhaustion was catching up quick, it was late, and her thoughts and feelings were still jumbled.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

Her parents shared a look, speaking with their eyebrows more than anything. Was it worry? Embarrassment?

“Here? Are you sure? You’d be more comfortable in your own place,” her mom said, gesturing a tentacle vaguely upwards, to the surface. Where Leela didn’t belong and yet she did now, because of her parents’ sacrifice.

“And it’d be cleaner,” her dad added.

“I don’t care,” she said in a stronger voice. “I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to.”

Luckily she didn’t have to sleep on the floor. Her parents easily conceded—it seemed there was nothing they would say no to—and set about finding extra sheets and pillows, leading her to a couch against the wall. It was new, they said, torn somewhere between pride and shame.

It was new to them, anyway. The faux leather was shiny from overuse in parts, claw marks showed the off-white insides, and it reeked of dog, but it was better than the floor.

“Are you sure you’ll be all right,” her mom asked, fussing over her and adjusting the threadbare pillow under her head, shoved up against the armrest and also reeking of dog. Leela was only half sure they didn’t actually have a dog.

“I’m fine. This is… nice.” Leela kept the old blanket tucked under her arm, gripping it in both hands, feeling slightly delirious. It was so far from nice, and a far cry from her own clean, comfortable bedroom, but the anxiety curdling in her gut had turned down to a manageable simmer. She pressed her socked foot against the far armrest, faintly testing, and then let it hang over the too-short couch and breathed in the smell of wet dog and sewage. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“If you need anything, we’ll be just in the next room. You come get us for anything,” her dad said, touching her shoulder. There was a moment’s hesitation as her mom and dad looked at each other before slowly stepping away. This was new to all of them.

“Well… good night,” her mom said, lingering as they both moved towards their own bedroom, keeping her eyes on Leela before leaving with another shared glance.

That pulled at something, and it cried out in Leela’s chest, and surged up her throat and escaped past her lips.

“Wait!” she said, sitting up.

Her parents looked back, but she couldn’t even pull forth the words. She didn’t even know what she wanted to say, or what she wanted, except that she wanted them. Her parents who gave her up for a better life, who would sacrifice everything—their own lives—for her happiness. She loved them, and yet the words stuck.

It was too much to think about, or talk about, but her parents understood anyway. Smiling, they returned.

“Good night, Leela,” her mom whispered, kissing her cheek.

“We love you,” her dad said, also bending and kissing her as well.

“I love you, too,” she said softly, like a breath held too long.

Her dad stroked her hair, and it felt oddly familiar though she couldn’t recall anyone ever doing it to her. It was nice. “You’d best get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll talk more in the morning if you like.”

“You can tell me what your favorite breakfast is,” her mom said in a throaty voice, almost in tears and covering her face with one tentacle.

Leela watched them go, the door closed but not shut, and she took comfort at that.

It was quiet and dark, all except for a glow-in-the-dark nose her mother had placed on the little table in the corner, like a nightlight.

#Futurama #Leela #Turanga Leela #Leela's Homeworld #fanfiction #my writing #I wrote this instead of working on my other WIPs #shocked I actually finished it #this was such a powerful episode #I love her relationship with her parents and how much they love her #Fry is here too #more than I expected #it was a fun change of pace from my other stuff #writing for a dead fandom #nice

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