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thiswasinevitableid · 2 years ago

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Winter Wonders (Indruck)

A brief break from the winter fills to share something that’s been in my head since last winter (credit to Bellafarallones for playing in the space). This takes place in the same world as my superhero AU but can easily be read as a standalone. It is NSFW

The standard perception among villains, and some heroes, is that Duck has survived this long thanks to his enhanced durability and nothing else. This is bullshit, but he lets them believe it anyway; enemies underestimating him usually works in his favor. They don’t need to know he’s one of the more observant heroes in the city, a trait that served him well when he was constantly chasing The Moth.

The Moth switching sides and spending his non-hero hours as Indrid Cold, Duck’s loving boyfriend, hasn’t diminished the need for those skills. Indrid remains cagey about the details of his past and wary of divulging feelings he views as immaterial or foolish. So Duck pays attention, tucks patterns and clues away until Indrid is ready to talk about them.

As December comes to Kepopolis, it brings new habits for him to notice. Indrid keeps pausing when he sees big Christmas displays in windows, he's buying his rats cranberry chews and toys shaped like snowflakes, and he's oddly transfixed by Christmas movies.

It would be easy to dismiss it as all part of Indrid adjusting to a life outside the shadows. But Duck knows the angles of his different smiles, the way wistful thoughts read on a face that long ago learned to hide its hopes. So tonight, as he’s working on a model ship and Indrid is tinkering with a new cloaking device, Duck nudges open the conversational door.

“Anything you wanna do over the holidays?”

“Oh, no, nothing in particular.”

“You sure? It’s our first Christmas together, we could really do it up if you want to.”

Indrid pauses, “Do you enjoy going, ah, all out for Christmas?”

“Newtons tend to get a serious case of Christmas fever. Mine is mild compared to Jane’s. And mom” he chuckles, “she used to have that tree up before the jack o lanterns were even in the trash.”

“Sacrilege.”

Duck smiles, “Maybe, but I was gonna argue with her. Point is, if you got things you wanna do, odds are good I’ll be down.”

Indrid sets his screwdriver aside, folds his hands in his lap and looks at them, “This time of year has always made me feel conflicted. Comfort and joy and such are not things a good villain embraces. And everyone being distracted did make for some very easy robberies. But I…there were nights when I would slip into the back of a church and just listen to people singing, to feel like just one, ordinary person in a crowd as voices harmonized about salvation. And then I’d slink to my hideout, watching the shoppers in bright stores, the families in the warm windows.” He runs his fingers over the folded cloaking device, “I wanted it so badly sometimes and I still do.I want, I want to go shopping somewhere with a big decorated tree, to ice skate in a rink instead of a frozen training lake. I want to wake up to presents with big bows under a tree and open them with someone who loves me.”

Duck leaves the table, kneels on the floor to take Indrid’s hands, “I can make that happen. Tree might be tricky though.” He points an elbow at Chicken, sprawled atop her cat tree.

Indrid meets his eyes, flicker of confidence returning to his smile, “Do not underestimate my ingenuity, chivalrous one.”

Duck kisses his nose, “Never.”

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“Do I get to know why we are doing our Christmas shopping somewhere that requires the train?” Indrid’s gaze is placid, but from beside him Duck sees his red smart-glasses are scanning every face on the train for danger.

“It’ll make sense once we get there.” He’s already made his boyfriend promise not to peek at the futures and spoil the surprise.

When they disembark in the heart of the city, Duck leads him through the increasingly dense crowds on the sidewalks until they burst into Macy’s Square.

“Oh” A smile spreads across Indrid’s face as he looks up, up, up at the gigantic Christmas tree. As his gaze glides back down, his hands begin flapping and he chirps, “there’s ice skating!”

“Yep. They've been doing it here since I was a kid. C’mon, let’s go get our tickets.”

Indrid beats him to the ice once they’ve paid, his winter boots equipped with, among other things, retractable skate blades. He weaves through the other skaters until Duck joins him. Duck isn’t as graceful on the ice, but Indrid doesn’t care and instead keeps a slow, steady pace beside him all the while.

When they’ve had their fill of skating, they buy hot cider from one of the nearby booths and sip it as they take in the display windows of the Macy’s that’s the size of a city block. Half the windows are dedicated to displays by the ASPCA, adoptable dogs, cats, and rabbits hopping about in festive decor. After they’ve cooed over all of them and Duck has seriously considered buying Chicken a friend, Indrid takes his hand and pulls him inside to begin their hunt for the perfect gifts for their friends.

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Indrid adds a final flourish of red and turns the newly frosted cookie towards Duck, “what do you think?”

Duck raises his eyebrows, “Holy shit, sugar, how’d you get all those patterns on one cookie?”

“A variety of knives.”

“Almost too pretty to eat.”

“Almost” Indrid looks down at the baked good, then shoves it in his mouth like a greedy chipmunk.

Duck snickers, “Don’t eat ‘em all or we won’t have enough for the cookie party.”

“I shall control myself.” Indrid picks up a snowflake shaped cookie and sets to work; he intends to do well at this cookie swap, and when he called Barclay last night for advice on a certain villain, Joseph was making Rugelach from scratch.

As he dusts silver sprinkles across the frosting, he pushes his nerves to the side and asks casually, “could we do stockings? I love the idea of hunting down the perfect little gifts for you.”

“Sure. Think mine is in a box in the office closet, and I can get you one in the next few days.”

Indrid hums, pleased, and then intercepts Chicken mid-air as she tries to jump on the table.

Different projects demand his attention over the next three days, and in the chaos he nearly forgets about the stocking conversation. That night, when he comes home from his patrol, Duck is hanging a green stocking with faded brown, felt reindeer on the wall.

“Homemade” Indrid picks lint from the stocking.

“Yep, mom made ours, just like her dad made hers. Uh, speakin of that” Duck grabs something from the arm of the couch and presents it to him, “here’s yours.”

Indrid takes the piece of black fabric. It’s dotted with red and green felt moths flying between some rather chunky snowflakes. The futures show that if he were to look in the office, he’d see the scraps of the pattern in the trash.

“You made this for me.”

“Course I did. I, I wanted ours to kinda match, so you’d feel like this was really your home too-”

Duck doesn’t get his next words out. Indrid is too busy kissing him down onto the couch to care.

When Saturday morning sun peeks through the clouds the next morning, Indrid has a chance to show off his latest craft project. Duck watches with mild concern as Indrid secures a green pole to the floor with a special adhesive (he made a solvent for it too, so he could put the whole thing away after New years).

Indrid clicks a button and steps back as synthetic branches and pine needles spring into view.

“Ta dah!”

“Oh hell yeah, it’s just the right size for the place. What about-”

“The cat? Observe.”

Chicken pads over to the new tree, but when she’s just out of reach a tiny, robotic dragonfly emerges from the trunk and zips by her. She immediately turns her attention to her prey, leaving the tree unscathed.

“There’s also a spritzer function if she actually touches it.”

“You’re a genius, sugar.” Duck kisses his cheek, “I’m gonna go get the ornaments.”

They spend the morning hanging lights and ornaments on the tree. Among the simple spheres and icicles, Indrid finds one bearing a small photo of baby Duck, a metal heart marking the first Christmas his hero's parents spent together, and a lump of purple clay he cannot identify even though it has Duck’s name scrawled on the bottom.

“What is this meant to be?”

Duck takes one look and winces, “Dinosaur. I made it in kindergarten and they refused to ever get rid of it.”

“I think it’s rather charming.” Indrid hangs the lump on a lower branch and watches it sway; how strange, that digging through a box that sees the light once a year reveals so much about the man humming Silver Bells behind him. That evidence of what shaped Duck Newton into the man he loves and who, against all odds, loves him can dangle in a canopy of deep green as if it isn’t of note.

He glances over his shoulder at his hero, who’s paused his decorating to give each of the rats a treat.

Then again, maybe in the childhood that molded Duck, those loving moments were so plentiful that they faded into the background. Maybe for Indrid they will, one day, do the same. But not yet. They still burn brighter in his mind than all the lights in the city twined together, and he doesn’t mind in the least.

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While Indrid could have handled Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, he’s glad Duck asked him to go to one earlier in the evening. This is partially due to the midnight one being even more crowded, a fact imparted to them by the friendly woman in the pew behind them. But it is primarily because Duck wore a suit to church.

Indrid has never seen Duck in a suit that wasn’t his super one. Uniforms, blazers, sweatpants, tank tops, Duck wears them all well and Indird will never tire of looking at him in them. But the moment he stepped from their bedroom in a gray suit and green tie, Indrid knew he’d think of nothing else for the evening.

It’s not just the outfit flatters the muscles of his arms and the curve of his ass, that the gray makes the green in his eyes sharper than fresh mint. It’s as if the entire ensemble enhances the quiet confidence that always swirls around him, suggesting that no matter what comes, he can handle it.

Indrid wants to get on his knees for him and never rise. Which is an inconvenient thought to be having in church where he can do nothing to act on it.

He does enjoy the service, is glad to sit somewhere other than the last row and listen to the songs. But by the time they’re en route to home, he paws at Duck’s thighs and kisses his shoulder until his boyfriend gently reminds him that he’d rather not crash the car.

When they get inside, Duck immediately fetches Chicken’s favorite puzzle toy. Once it’s filled and the purring menace is occupied, he turns to Indrid with his hands on his hips.

“Strip and kneel by the couch. Got somethin I wanna try.”

Indrid obeys, kneeling in the spot closest to the heater as Duck flicks off everything but the tree and the Christmas lights strung around the room. He produces a length of red, velvet ribbon, his question obvious even without words.

“Why chivalrous one, is this what you were thinking of through the entire service?” Indrid purrs, nodding so Duck will kneel in front of him.

“Nah. You just got that look on your face that means you’re turned on but want me to, uh, take the ropes.” He wraps the first loop around Indrid’s waist.

“So observant.” Indrid kisses his wrist as it passes by.

“You know it. Hands in front of you.” The commands are gentle and so Indrid follows them without fear as Duck makes careful loops over his shoulders, arms, and chest. When his torso is well tied and his hands are secured, Duck sets his hands on the rims of Indrid’s glasses.

“Okay to take these off.”

“Mmmhmm.” Indrid relaxes as they slip off, closing his eyes as Duck sets the glasses on the coffee table.

Fingers gingerly tug and test the ropes, “Here’s how this is gonna go: I got some last minute things to wrap. If you’re real good and stay right here, quiet and still with your eyes closed, until I’m done, I’ll give you an early present. Sound good?”

“Wonderful.” Indrid sighs as Duck plants a single, soft kiss on his lips, then settles back on his heels to wait.

Duck stands and Indrid tracks his steps to the kitchen. A clink of ice in a glass, the pop of a bottle, he’s making himself a drink before he begins.

Nat King Cole drifts quietly from the speakers near the T.V and then Duck is moving through the house. For a while, Indrid follows him in his mind as he opens closets, cuts wrapping paper, and stops to stroke Indrid’s hair and tell him how good he’s being. Gradually, his mind quiets, uninterested in the particulars of Duck’s doings. Duck is here, is watching over him, is happy with him and loves him and oh Indrid will be so good for him.

God it feels nice to be good.

By the time Duck’s finger traces a heart on his cheek, Indrid’s mind is a warm cocoon, the world coming in muffled and soft in the best way.

Something sticks to his hair, one of the bows they put on the packages as Duck murmurs, “Well, well, look at what Santa left under the tree for me.”

“I’d hardly fit in a stocking would I?” Indrid smiles as a warm hand cups his cheek.

“No, reckon you wouldn’t. You can open your eyes.”

Indrid obeys, looking up languidly to find Duck still in his suit, highball in his left hand.

“Did I do well?”

“You did perfect, sugar. Which is why” he crosses to the couch, “you can come get your present.” He sits with his legs wide, smirking as Indrid instantly starts scooting the short distance on his knees.

By the time he reaches Duck’s feet, the hero’s fly is undone and his soft cock peeks through his boxers. Indrid carefully leans forward, nosing the fabric and tugging as best he can with his bound hands until he’s able to take the head into his mouth.

Duck groans happily, tipping his head back as Indrid sucks hungrily, his own cock stirring as soon as he feels the weight of Duck’s cock on his tongue.

“That’s it darlin’, take as long as you want.” Duck’s free hand tangles in his hair. It doesn’t push or pull, it just rests there, a comforting pressure that reminds Indrid who he belongs to.

He moans, licking and sucking messily until Duck is fully hard. He finds a way to brace his arms that lets him tease the base with his fingers, Duck’s hold tightening slightly as he does. He loves this, loves that Duck lets him this close and trusts him with such delicate, intimate touches. It’s an excellent present, and to show his appreciation he pulls off and drags his tongue from root to tip with a long moan.

“Fuck” Duck cums on his chin, gripping his glass so hard it cracks. He clumsily sets it on the table as Indrid continues teasing him with his tongue and rolling his hips hopefully.

“Come on up here, sweet thing.”

Indrid scrambles up and into his lap, teetering awkwardly until a strong arm loops around his lower back.

“Yes, yes” His head drops to Duck’s shoulder as a hand closes around his cock, “please, I’ve been good, please let me cum.”

“Course I will.” Duck holds him closer, kissing along his tensing shoulders, “you don’t ever gotta beg for that. Like seein’ you happy. Makin you feel good.” He kisses the shell of Indrid’s ear, “you deserve to feel good.”

He cums with a gasp, twitching in his bonds as he spills down Duck’s fingers. He’s so happy, so safe, that he collapses with a pleased chirp against Ducks chest.

They rest there, carols swaying through the air, until Indrid purrs, “You are never taking this suit off.”

“Gonna make both my day job and my hero job kinda hard.” Duck begins untying his wrist, massaging each patch as he goes.

“Nonsense. I will make you fireproof ones. Ones with weapons. Ones for every day of the week.”

“Or we could keep it for special occasions. Got more of those in my life now that you’re here.”

He blushes, tucking his head under Duck’s chin, “You deserve them.”

As the ribbons continue to fall away, Duck runs a comforting hand over his back and whispers, “we both do.”

#indruck #winter fills #indrid cold/duck newton #superhero au #duck x indrid

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shameless-notashamed · 3 years ago

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✨Tag Game Tuesday✨ (on a Wednesday)

Tagged by the ethereal Macy herself @celestialmickey as well as these wonderful angels @suzy-queued @squidyyy23 @vintagelacerosette @milkoviched. Thank you my darlings! 💖

type your name without looking: sada (lol, it’s 4 freaking letters and i still couldn’t get it right).

do you prefer hot weather or cold weather? i’m not a hot weather person, i prefer the lower temps.

what’s you favorite place you’ve ever traveled? Paris, France. my sister lived there for a bunch of years before moving to London and i got to visit her a few times, i adore the city. and i also visited Lille, France quite a bit.

breakfast, lunch, or dinner? i’m going to have to say dinner, which sometimes includes my breakfast and lunch. how i can forget to eat sometimes is beyond me.

do you have any kids? if not, do you want some? i spent a long time not wanting kids, and then oops, i had one. but i love my son more than anything, it was serendipity.

something you’d like to learn this year: how to get enough sleep

favorite social media app besides tumblr: none of them. until i joined tumblr a couple years ago i hadn’t been on any social media for like seven years. i gave up on them, but tumblr, i like.

who is someone you admire? the late, great Taylor Hawkins. rest in beats, king.

tell me something you’re looking forward to: getting to go places this summer, we already have a couple vacations planned.

finally, tell me something that makes you happy: of course my family and friends, but something i enjoy getting to do that makes me happy is reading.

I’ll be tagging, if you’d like to play along: @reignoerme @annatrow @rosemacclare @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @smores100 @messedwithmandy @tomorrowillmissyou @suchagallabitch @bravemikhailo @tellmegoodbye @beebabycastiel @damngcoffee @iansw0rld @dramaticviolincrescendo @look-i-love-u @deathclassic @gemian @howlinchickhowl @arrowflier @arachnaesghost @patrooclus @fraddit - if you’ve already been tagged, i’m sending you hugs from miles away. 💞

#games #tag games #tag game tuesday #thanks again lovelies you all are the absolute best!

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago

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SURPRISE! , kms

kim minseok x fem! reader

IN WHICH minseok wants to spend his 31st birthday at home with his wife and cat but you have other plans that may or may not involve a surprise birthday party. (based on the second prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting)

genre: married/domestic & non-idol au! fluff, humor word count: 3.0k warnings: swearing, light sexual references/jokes, implied sexual content (it gets a tad spicy at times but nothing explicit), chaos, minseok’s butt being The Bomb Dot Com™ (sorry not sorry)

author’s note: happy birthday to my ray of sunshine, kim minseok! i love you so so much darling, i hope your day is filled with so much happiness and celebration. hope this lil piece can help y’all celebrate min’s 31st with me <3 it’s not the 26th yet where i live lmao but it is in korea so yeah! once again have a happy happy birthday minseok, i love you endlessly and forever. <33 MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

One day.

One day until Minseok’s birthday, and you were scrambling from bakery to bakery to try and get the perfect cake for him. There were flaws in every place you’ve been: too expensive, the designs were not creative enough, blah blah blah. You wanted his day to be as perfect as possible, and what would be the point of that if the cake was nothing but?

Everything else was all ready. You invited all of yours and his closest friends to your house the night of Minseok’s birthday for a surprise party. You planned on keeping Minseok out of the house for the entire day as your friends decorated the house.

He didn’t want a party. He made that abundantly clear to you as soon as March began. He incessantly told you that all he wanted was a day off from teaching so he could spend the whole day with you and your cat. All he wanted was a nice and relaxing day with his wife. You understood, obviously. But you also wanted to go all out and throw a surprise birthday bash for your husband celebrating his thirty-first year on Earth. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae’s incessant whining and begging for an excuse to have a party only aided in your need to have a party.

You ended up settling with a simple Carvel ice cream cake from the frozen section of the grocery store. You made a mental note to ask Yixing to write out “Happy Birthday Minseok” the next day as you left the store.

You came home to your husband holding a feather toy over your cat, Tan’s head. She pawed at the red feather, always at the cusp of grabbing it before Minseok moved the line away from her. He cooed at the animal, making soft kissing sounds as he continued to play with her.

Realizing that he may see the cake, you tucked the grocery bag under your shirt in an attempt to hide it from him, shivering at the cold contact the frozen treat made with your skin. The rustling of the plastic bag caused Minseok to look up at you. He gave you a gummy smile as you walked past him and Tan.

“Well hello to you too, honey. What’s under your shirt?” Minseok asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with your chest. You realized that hiding the bag did not do much to hide the cake, as the shape of the large box combined with the plastic grocery bag greatly protruded from the fabric of your shirt.

“Nothing, it’s for tomorrow. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise, hm?” you mused, blowing him an air kiss before retreating to your office. He "caught” your kiss with a smile before going back to playing with Tan.

You entered your office and placed the plastic bag onto your desk. You ran to lock the door before opening the bag and taking the cake out, sighing in relief that the cake did not get ruined. You bent down to your mini-fridge and opened the small door of the freezer compartment and placed the cake inside, glad that it could fit inside. After locking the fridge, you exited your office and made your way downstairs to spend time with your loving husband.

You awoke the next day curled up in Minseok’s arms. You cuddled closer to him before jolting upwards in realization. Today was finally the day! You bent down and began showering your sleeping husband with excited kisses, trailing a hand down his bicep. He let out a sleepy groan as he stirred, wrapping his strong arms around your figure.

“Aah, what’s gotten into you baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

“Happy birthday, Min!” you beamed, pecking him on the lips. He grinned tiredly as he kissed you on the lips.

“Mmmh, thank you honey.” You grinned as you kissed him again. This kiss lasted longer than the previous ones and slowly yet surely grew more heated. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, not breaking the kiss. He hummed against your lips as you slid your hand underneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his toned stomach. He groaned as his hands made their way down to your ass, squeezing harshly. You bit back a moan as you slowly slid his shirt up his chest, breaking the kiss to ogle at his abs.

“Babe... don’t we need to get ready?” Minseok groaned as you pulled the shirt over his head. You latched your lips onto his neck and softly bit down, eliciting a raspy moan from your husband.

“Shh, let me give you your first gift.” you purred, moving your hands toward the waistband of his boxers.

The mall was packed to the brim with people from all different walks of life. Gossiping teenagers, sleep-deprived parents following their energetic kids around, old couples window shopping, you name it. You walked through the giant Macy’s and into the main hub of the mall hand in hand with Minseok.

Since you started dating, it has been a tradition for you to buy each other’s gifts the day of your respected birthdays. You’d usually scour Amazon or websites of your favorite brands all day and end up splurging half your monthly paychecks on each other. But on occasion, today included, you’d take your shopping day to the local mall as a means to get out of your apartment and actually go out for once.

After an... eventful... morning, you rushed to get dressed and usher your husband out of the house, since the boys were coming over at 11, and it was 10:55 by the time you got into the car and sped away toward the mall.

You pointed out a newly opened jewelry store and pulled Minseok inside with you. You looked at him lovingly as he browsed the display of a multitude of different rings. He’d softly mutter to himself as he picked up ring after ring: trying to see what would look best next to his wedding band, what the right price was, if the store even provided the correct size. You loved how organized he was.

Your silent admiring was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, indicating you got a text message. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw who the message was from.

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

jun-bug: (y/n) we have a problem (y/n): oh god what happened yee-xing: baekhyun dropped the cake (y/n): he did what bacon: cant u read (y/n) i dropped the fucking cake 11 minutes late: no need to be rude xoxo (y/n): yeah baek u don’t want me to leave my stunning husband inside the jewelry store, come home and mutilate you for dropping his cake and get arrested on his special day (: kyung-soup: oddly specific but i’m here for it jong-waeeee: off topic but the sign says “minseop” instead of “minseok” (y/n): jun, yixing and kyungsoo you better get this settled or else i’m gonna kill all of you nini bear: yes ma’am ofc ma’am we will do this correct chain-yeol: yeah i don’t wanna die today

“Everything okay?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it inside your purse before making eye contact with Minseok. You nodded a bit too quickly, panic washing over you like a giant wave from the ocean.

“Yeah, everything’s dandy.” you sputtered. Oh, why did this have to happen right now? You silently prayed that everything was going to go well. It had to.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Did you choose something?” Minseok nodded as he handed you a box with a simple black titanium ring. You nodded in approval as he led you to the register.

Your next stop was at Express. You were dying to pick out some new work clothes for him to try on. You assured him (and yourself) that he needed these new pants and this was totally not an excuse for you to check him out.

“Okay, I’ve got three pairs of pants that I think would look absolutely amazing on you and I want you to go try ‘em on.” you said, handing Minseok three hangers. Each hanger had a pair of slacks in different colors hanging from them. He took them from you, shooting you a smirk before walking inside the fitting room stall.

Your eyes widened as Minseok opened the door of the stall. The pants fit absolutely perfectly. The way the fabric hugged his perfect thighs, the color complimenting his white undershirt (which you imagined to be one of his famous white button-downs), it left you practically swooning.

“What do you think?”

You let out a hum in approval before motioning for him to turn around. “Lemme see the goods, hun.” He rolled his eyes before turning around. Your eyes landed on his butt, making you swoon for real. You covered your mouth to hide your obvious enjoyment of the sight before you. And it didn’t help when he gave his butt a mini shake. Still, you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“You sure today’s not your birthday?” Minseok teased. You tutted as you stood from your spot and walked up to him, giving his butt a light pinch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“With you, every day’s my birthday.” you answered, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, I think you ate too much of that egg and cheese for breakfast today.”

“You know you love me.”

“That I do, darling.” Minseok mused before closing the distance between you two. You tangled your hands in his silky black hair as you savored the heavenly taste of his lips. You felt his hands grab your ass as you deepened the kiss, tugging at his hair in response.

As you kissed, you heard your phone chime the same chime that indicated a text from the boys. You decided to ignore it and continue making out with your husband until the phone went off four more times. You scoffed as you broke the kiss, fishing inside of your purse to grab it.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Minseok asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just crap from, uh, ‘work,’” you lied, unlocking the phone. “Go try on the other pants.” Minseok nodded before walking back to the stall. Once the door was closed and locked, you looked down at your messages, worry washing over you once again. What the hell happened now?

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

yee-xing: oh christ yee-xing: (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) jun-bug: you gotta help us yee-xing: please kyung-soup: i am going to kill park chanyeol like my life depends on it (y/n): what the everloving shit happened this time chain-yeol: um i sneezed all over the cake kyung-soup: the custom one u got on wednesday btw (y/n): you. sneezed. on. the. CAKE????? chain-yeol: IM SORRY chain-yeol: I WAS TRYING TO STOP BAEKHYUN FROM KNOCKING IT OVER AND I SAVED IT BUT THEN I SNEEZED nini bear: ur so gross chain-yeol: you too (y/n): i spent 100 dollars on that cake and you fucking sneeze on it?? (y/n): jfc i’m here busy admiring my husband’s sweet sweet ass and u guys are telling me the cake’s ruined? i will murder u all i swear jong-waeeee: ew i don’t wanna hear about minseok’s ass (y/n): shut the fuck up sign ruiner jong-waeeee: I GOT A NEW ONE THOUGH jong-waeeee: YOU’RE SO MEAN bacon: WAIT bacon: (Y/N) WE’LL PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE (y/n): baekhyun you sweet summer child (y/n): I HAD TO PRE-ORDER THAT CAKE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE YOU WALNUT bacon: oh bacon: my bad 11 minutes late: W8 W8 I GOT U 11 minutes late: WE CAN STILL EAT IT 11 minutes late: I’LL SPRAY SOME LYSOL ON IT jun-bug: SEHUN DON’T YOU DARE (y/n): sehun honey that just contaminates it even more (y/n): but thank you for trying 11 minutes late: xoxo i try my best yee-xing: how ‘bout we just buy more carvel cakes to match the one you got yesterday up to 100 dollars so it maxes out (y/n): yeah alright fine (y/n): thanks xing ur a life saver (y/n): but don’t throw away the ruined cake i wanna show min what he could have missed out on if CHANYEOL DIDN’T FUCKING SNEEZE ON IT (y/n): WHO SNEEZES ON A CAKE nini bear: only chanyeol (y/n): yep, only chanyeol chain-yeol: y’all are mean. kyung-soup: what u get for sneezing on the cake

You locked your phone, letting out an exasperated sigh. You swore if anything else happened today, you were going to march all the way back home and kill those men. You massaged your temples with your fingers as a means to alleviate your stress. All you wanted was for everything to be perfect for the party; Minseok deserved nothing less than that.

The door of the stall opened, revealing Minseok wearing nothing but the new pair of navy slacks and a devilishly handsome smirk. His smile faded when he saw you with your hands over your face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down from your stress. He quickly pulled his undershirt on and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. With a sigh, you buried your face in his chest, your stress starting to wash away as he began stroking your hair.

You stayed like that for about ten minutes. You eventually calmed down, silently reassuring yourself that everything was going to be fine. You were glad that Minseok did not try to ask you anything since you were afraid you were going to let slip what was waiting for him when you arrive home later in the day.

You let out a small sniffle as you pressed a small kiss on your husband’s exposed shoulder. “I’m so sorry I brought down your mood, Min. The p- ‘w-work,’ is just annoying right now. It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a good day.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Shh, don’t you worry your little head about it,” Minseok assured, kissing your forehead. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips against yours. “All I want is for my baby to be happy today.” You gave him a weak smile and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling so lucky to have him in your life.

“C’mon, let’s go to the food court. All this stress made me hungry.” you joked, standing from your spot.

“Good idea,” Minseok gave you another kiss before walking back into the changing stall to change back into his regular clothes. “Oh, by the way, buy the pants.” You pumped a fist into the air as you took the hanging articles of clothing into your hands.

You were lucky (and frankly surprised) that nothing else had managed to go wrong today. You were suspicious that you hadn’t gotten any panic-stricken texts from Yixing or Junmyeon, but you couldn’t complain about that. Just to be sure though, you quickly texted Kyungsoo to give you a final update on the state of your house. You sighed in relief when he responded with pictures of your living room, kitchen and backyard decorated just how you envisioned it to be. You sent Kyungsoo a text back thanking him and everyone else profusely for their help.

The clock struck 5, indicating that it was time for you and Minseok to go home. The two of you exited the mall, arms filled with different shopping bags from all the stores you went to during the day. After putting your bags into the backseat of your car, you opened the passenger side of the car and slid in.

“Hm, I was thinking of ordering from that ramen place we tried last week. It was really good, don’t you remember?” Minseok suggested, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“How ‘bout we wait ‘till we get home to... eat.” you responded, a shit-eating grin almost making its way onto your face.

Minseok hummed softly. “I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you and Tan at home, I hope no one’s planning a surprise party for me,” You tensed slightly at his words, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, hun.” You lied. He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours.

When Minseok pulled into your driveway, you shot a quick text to the boys, telling them that you were home. You exited the car quickly, grabbing most of the shopping bags and taking Minseok by the arm, dragging him to the front door.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. Once you got them out and put the house key into the lock, you turned to Minseok and pressed your lips onto his.

“Happy birthday, Min. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry.” you unlocked the front door and pushed it open. You saw Minseok’s eyes widen at the sight of your home. It was filled to the brim with decorations and all of your closest friends holding gifts, balloons and tons of different ice cream cakes.

“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed. Minseok’s jaw dropped as he fully took in everything that was happening. He looked over to you with a sly smile, to which you responded with a small shrug.

“I had to, come on.” You giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s okay, hun. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” Minseok cupped your face into his hands and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Gross, get a room!” you heard Baekhyun scream. You pulled away from Minseok to flip the younger off.

“Oh! I need to show you the cake I initially got for you but was unfortunately ruined because Chanyeol sneezed on it. Jun, is it in the fridge?” you pulled Minseok in the direction of the kitchen as Junmyeon confirmed the location of the cake.

“He... huh?”

“It was an accident!” Chanyeol whined. You laughed softly to yourself at his childish reaction.

Tonight was gonna be fun.

#xiumin x reader #xiumin x you #minseok x reader #minseok x you #xiumin fluff #minseok fluff #exo fluff #exo #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo fanfiction #exo au #exo au scenarios #happy birthday xiumin #happy birthday minseok

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thedeadthree · 3 years ago

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♫ for polina, bellona, and elin!

AHHH hi macy! my three baby girls 🥺🖤 thank u so much for the ask and i hope ur having the loveliest day/night!

send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

🦉 POLINA // villain. k/da, madison beer, and kim petras

is it really a surprise if i’m playing with your mind? // and i treat you like a prize then a throw you to the side // am i really that bad if i love you make you mad? // and get happy when your sad? // only care about a bag // in control // that’s how i like it and i’m never letting go

BONUS POLLY // cant fight city halloween. michael giacchino

🦇+ 🔪 🦉🖤😌

👻 BELLONA // the ghost who walks. karen elson

ghost who walks // she’s on the prowl // wanders in the moonlight // she’s crying to herself because // eyes never looked cruel // but the moon in the blade shimmered like a jewel

🍵 ELIN // confessions. sudan archives

i think i dreamt it here // i promise i’m sincere // and as to my own will // watch me frolic through the heels bitch // there is a place that i call home // but it is not where i am welcome // and if i saw all the angels // why is my presence so painful? confessions are falling down

#🎀: macy #ravenschampion #THANK U DEARIEEE these were so fun to do 💕🌸#i couldn’t decide for polly so i did two ahahxhxj these are both the first songs i think of when i think of the m*rder girl 😌🖤#elin elspeth wiseman: watch me frolic through the fields ✨b!tch✨ 😌🤍🍵 and we love her for that!#bella i am giving u a hug I SWEAR TO GOD but i love the melancholic ghost-ish girl!!!!!!#leg.txt #leg.asks #leg.ocs

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can-youimagine · 4 years ago

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not really “hamilton”,,,, but anywho, hi could you write a daveed fic where the reader is rafael’s older sister (like by a couple years) and she meets daveed through rafa, but rafa is all whiny over his sister getting w daveed.. but he eventually gives in because he’s happy that she’s happy and he gets to mess w daveed about “goin soft” and stuff?? thank u i love ur writing❤️

Sorry, this took so long! I had a blast writing this! Also, I’m not really sure if this is what you wanted. I am happy to rewrite it if you want!

“You know how you’re my incredibly successful sister, and I love you so much,” your brother says through the phone before you even have the time to say hello.

“What do you want?”

“Can I not just-”

“Nope,” you balance the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you unlock your car, “What do you want?”

“Look, my friend and I are in New York for a thing he’s working on. Can we just stay with you for a few days until one of us can rent a place?”

“Fine, whatever. When will you be here?”

“We’re outside your door. Thanks! I owe you!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll add this to the list. I’ll be home in twenty.” You hang up the phone before he has a chance to ask for anything else. Of course, he moved to New York on a whim.

When you get to your apartment, you see two men sitting outside the building, waiting for someone, you, to let them in. When Rafael sees you, he jumps up. “(Y/N)! Thank you so much! It’ll only be a few days, I promise. A week, at most.”

You nod your head. “Take all the time you need.” You turn your attention to his friend. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). I’m sure if you can put up with Rafa, you can put up with me for a few days.”

He chuckles. “Daveed. Thank you so much. All of this is new last minute.”

As you make your way up to your apartment, Daveed explains his project, but you can’t bring yourself to listen. The way he talks about something he’s interested in is infectious, the way his eyes light up and how his lips curl into a soft smile.

“I’m sure (Y/N)’ll love it. She’s a huge nerd. Still working for the Frick?” Rafael asks, pulling you out of your Daveed-induced trance.

“No. I’m with the Natural History museum now. Although, if you bothered to look at the papers before you sat on them, you would have known that,” you respond, snatching the papers from the chair. Daveed laughs at the interaction before gathering papers from the couch. “I’ve got a couch in here and in my office that you can fight over. Bathroom’s in that door. That’s my room,” you explain, pointing into each of the rooms. “I was planning on leftovers for dinner, but I’m afraid I don’t have that much. There are some takeout menus around here somewhere, if you guys want to order something.”

“You’re paying?”

You raise an eyebrow at your brother. “You’re sleeping on the street?”

He smirks.

“Just pick something, will you.”

He quickly decides on something, not wanting to push his luck any further. While you wait for the food, you get to know Daveed a bit more. You both share the couch, Rafael having been banished to the floor when he made a comment about you being “as old as the artifacts you work with”.

Eventually, between the food and spending time with Daveed, you lose track of time. When you finally look at the clock, you jump off the couch. “Shit, I’ve got to go to work in, well, a few hours now.” You give each of them a hug. “I’m going to attempt to look presentable. You two should get some rest. Try not to break anything while I’m gone.”

“I would never,” Daveed exclaims in mock offense.

You laugh. “Your job is to keep him in check.”

You don’t bother to catch any sleep. Instead, you hop into the shower. Even though you aren’t near him anymore, you can’t stop thinking about Daveed. You had heard about him well before meeting him, but you didn’t pay much mind to it. You assumed that he was going to be just as annoying as your brother, but as soon as you met him, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As you step out of the shower, you hear a loud crash and a string of curses. “Do I want to know?” you ask, getting dressed.

“No!” they answer in unison.

You laugh. “Better be fixed when I come out.”

Luckily, by the time you are ready to leave, they seemed to have fixed whatever it is that they broke. “I’m gonna head out. See you later.” You move to hug both of them, but Rafael stops you. “Nuh-uh. We’ve exceeded our hug quota for the year.”

“Guess I’ll just have to get his hug,” Daveed says before wrapping his arms around you. You melt into his touch, forgetting about everything.

Until your brother clears his throat. “Aren’t you going to be late?”

You push yourself away, leave it to him to ruin your moment. “Yeah. I’ll be back around six. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah, will do,” Daveed says, awkwardly stepping away from you. “See you later.”

You nod, grabbing your purse and heading out the door. Before it closes, you can just make out your brother hiss, “What the hell was that?”

You stay in the hall, listening to them.

“What was what?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So, you have absolutely no interest in my sister?”

“I, well, I,” he stutters, trying to come up with an answer.

“That’s what I thought.”

You hear them move around, so you can’t hear what they are saying anymore. You can’t tell if that’s for better or worse.

You don’t get any work done. You spend the entire day thinking about what you heard. Surely, you were just imagining things. There’s no way that he could have any interest in you. He was going to Broadway, and you were working in the back halls of a museum. “He’ll be gone in a week, and then you can stop thinking about him,” you mutter to yourself.

“You’re back early,” Rafael says as you walk into your apartment.

“I don’t think I have to explain myself to you.” You set your purse on the table. “I went ahead and picked up dinner.” You busy yourself by putting the bag in the fridge. “Johnson was having a sale, so I figured that I could go ahead and pick something up. How’d the search go?”

“Horrible! Does anyone in this city ever leave?”

You laugh. ��I think Macy down the hall is close to leaving and going back to Nebraska. You could check it out.”

“You really want to be living with me again?”

“I really just want you out of my place as quickly as possible.”

Suddenly, Rafa gets a devious smirk on his face. “You know what, you’re right. I’ll go down and check.” He quickly gets up and rushes out of your apartment, leaving you standing in the kitchen rather bewildered.

Not long after he leaves, Daveed comes out of your office. “Where did he take off to?”

You shake your head. “I have no idea.” You are suddenly aware of how small your apartment is, how close Daveed is. “I-uh-I got dinner. It’s in the fridge whenever you want it.”

“You good?”

“Yeah, I, uh,” you respond, “yeah.”

He smiles, taking a step closer to you. “You’re a lot like your brother, y’ know.”

You place your hand over your heart. “Why, I am offended! I-”

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

He places his hand on the wall behind you, effectively trapping you. “You’re not?”

“N-nope,” you choke out.

“So, you wouldn’t be nervous at all, if I kissed you right now.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat. You have to be dreaming, right? He seriously can’t be asking to kiss you right now. “No.”

“Good,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you. You are no longer dreaming. Every part of your body that he touches feels like it’s on fire. As he pulls away, you collapse into him. “Still nervous?”

You shake your head. “Never was.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sure.”

By the time Rafa returns from wherever he ran off to, you and Daveed and curled up on the couch, talking over whatever mindless show you had put on. “Really, on my couch?”

“You always know how to ruin a moment,” you say, tossing a pillow in his direction.

In a true younger brother fashion, Rafael settles between the two of you on the couch. “So, what are we watching?”

You and Daveed share a look before getting off the couch. “You are watching Superstore.” You pull Daveed into your room with much protest from your brother. When you hear the TV shut off and your brother start pacing, you sigh. “I should go talk to him, shouldn’t I?”

“Probably,” Daveed answers, making now attempt to let you up.

“Alright.” You push him off of you. “I’ll be back.” When you walk out of your room, you see Rafa pacing the room.

“Done so soon?”

“What has gotten into you?”

He stands, looking out the window with his back facing you. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, yeah, brooding and grumbling is definitely fine.” You stand next to him. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you dating him.”

“So, you left to check on an apartment that isn’t on the market yet?”

“I just... I thought that this would make both of you happy. I-and you can’t repeat this to anyone-love both of you, and I want you both to be happy, but when I saw you together... I guess I just got worried that you would leave me behind. Like when you-”

“Moved to New York?”

He looks down. “Yeah.”

“I did move here to get away from you,” you admit. “We both tell stories, and you do it much better than me.” He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. “Look, this is the one compliment that I’m going to give you, so take it. I know that you wouldn’t write like you do if I were still home. You don’t want to make me look bad.”

“Shh, don’t tell anyone.”

You shake your head. “And, I was right. Look, I’d never leave you behind to hurt you, just to help you.”

“How do you know if something’s going to hurt me?”

“The same way I knew that playing with the Christmas ornaments was a bad idea. It’s hurt me before.”

“You’re sure that being with Diggs is a good idea?”

“You seem to trust him.”

“He’s a good guy. Though, I never thought that I would ever get to see him this soft. He spent the entire day talking about you.’

You smile. “We good?”

He pulls you into a hug. “We good.”

“What happened to the hug quota?” you tease.

“I didn’t see you last year. You owe me this one.”

“I heard there was hugging going on out here,” a familiar voice interjects.

You both open your arms to him. “Get in here, D!”

“I also thought I heard you say that you love me.”

“I was in an emotional place, don’t judge me.”

“I hope you’re not as hardheaded as him,” Daveed says to you.

“It’s in our blood,” you and your brother answer in unison.

#daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs imagine #rafael casal x reader #rafael casal imagine #hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader

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writingmyanxietyaway · 4 years ago

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Doctor Love | Berlin

Requested by anon: So okay okay, I had this idea a few days ago, and since your requests are open I'm gonna slide in real quick :)is it okay if I request a little scenario where like, u know when Berlino does that dumb thing of self sacrificing becuz he's gonna die anyway? What if his girlfriend/reader has been searching for a cure for his illness and before he can get himself killed she goes in the bank and tells him and somehow they manage to escape from the bank? No pressure if the idea doesn't appeal u! Ily!!

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: spoilers of season 2! maybe swearing, mentions of violence, guns, the whole shabang

Note: not my gif! Okay, so I’m in love with this request!! It took me a little longer to write, because I wanted to get it perfect. Let me just say I’m not a doctor, so I have no idea if there is a cure for the illness he has, but Imma try! Hope you like it darling! Thanks for the request and love you too! xx

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‘I’m sick. I have an illness called Helmer’s myopathy. It’s a muscle degenerative disease, which means that my muscles get weaker and weaker until my heart muscles can’t keep up anymore. If I’m lucky I have four months left,’ he told you like it was nothing; like it was answer to a question on a pubquiz. He held your hands in his, knowing it would break your heart and dreams of a future with him.

‘Andrés..’ you whispered, ‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ He sighed and gently shook his head.

‘It’s uncurable, princess. I have medicine that I have to take every few hours that make it somewhat acceptable, but I wanted you to know.’

You visibly broke down. Even though you were always someone who never wanted to show any emotion besides happiness and anger, but this was different shit. Your hands were shaking, body trembing as you tried to understand that everything you had imagined yourself doing with Andrés would be nothing more than a dream. It simply didn’t make sence. Being together with Andrés for more than six months, you’d hoped he would be more open towards you and share what was going on with him. You felt your throat closing up, eyes filling with tears.

This illness was just the cherry on top for him. The man had done terrible things in his life and could mark off just about any sin in the Bible. Stealing, robbing, charming women. Karma was getting her way back to him and all he could do was accept his fate. It came across as cold to you. All this time you planned this whole life for you two together, but he knew that would never come true.

‘No! This is cruel! You let me believe we would be together for the rest of our lives, hell, you told me you wanted to marry me when you got out! You knew even if you made it out alive, you wouldn’t live longer than summer. You’ve done some terrible things in your life Andrés, but this..’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. ‘This is just rude.’

The sadness you felt quickly turned into anger as you kept yelling at him, hitting him in the chest. He knew better than to interrupt you and tell you that everything would be okay, because he just now realized it wouldn’t be okay. He would die and leave you behind. Period.

‘I knew you were a self-centred bastard! You always play these mind games and somehow make everyone get on their knees for you! Is that all I am to you, huh?! Some game to find how far you can go? Because let me tell you Andrés, this game is finished. Game. Over,’ you hissed. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out.

That was more than four weeks ago. In the meantime you had spoken again and this time the anger had disappeared and just cried. That was all you could do. You had accepted that you would most likely be a widdow before summer and that broke your heart, but you also wanted to fight. Andrés told you there was no cure to his illness, but there was hope burning inside you and you did everything in your power to still find that cure. Whether it meant getting no sleep for the next few weeks or not.

Andrés would soon be leaving for the big robbery and you had spent every second of the day being with him and holding him close. The times where you would have rough sex the entire day were over; it was now making love. He was gentle to you, making you breakfast in bed even though he could easily ask one of the maids to do it and even buying you nice dresses in colours that matched your eyes.

Without him knowing, you contacted one of your best friends who worked at the lab of a university and asked him if he could do more research on medicine for muscle-related illnesses. He said he had some information that he wanted to share with you, but that meant you had to visit him.

‘Babe, I’m gonna have to run to Macy really quickly. Think you’ll be okay?’ you asked. Macy was your sister and seven months pregnant, so it often happened that you visited her to help her with something. That way he wouldn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how he did it, but he always seemed to know what you were up to.

‘Of course, princess. Give her a kiss for me, okay?’ he winked, giving you a kiss on the lips. You lightly slapped his chest.

‘Be back for dinner,’ you told him. Out of the blue, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. He leaned down and you could feel his breath on your neck. Shivers send down your spine.

‘Your ass looks great in those jeans,’ he whispered, placing a light kiss on your neck and slapping you on the bottom. You giggled and pushed yourself away from him.

‘Bye!’ you called, waving him goodbye and walking out the door. You soon arrived at the university and was met by your friend who was waiting for you outside. You greeted each other with a hug and quickly got to work. He told you about the compositions of the different medications and what effect they had on what part of the muscle.

‘Isn’t there any way we could find a way to make this medicine last longer? This is the medication he uses now to keep it under control for a few hours,’ you gave him a syringe filled with the medicine and he studied it. He took the bottle from you and studied it contents.

‘There are some elements of this medicine that also appear in this,’ he pointed to a beaker filled with a milky white liquid. ‘I should be able to find a connection that makes this last longer.’

‘Is there anything I can do? I feel so hopeless not being able to do anything,’ you mumbled.

‘You did a great job already by giving me this. Is it okay if I keep the syringe? I need something that we know works, even if it isn’t permanent,’ he said. You nodded and waved your hand.

‘Of course. Anything to help find a cure. Thank you for doing this. I can’t even explain how much this means to me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t at least tried,’ you told him. He turned to look at you and gave you a hug.

‘That’s what I’m here for. If I find anything, I’ll let you know, okay?’

It was the fifth day of the heist. Andrés had been gone for almost three weeks now, being busy with training and all. He obviously knew about the plan already, but being the passionate man he is, wanted to go over every single detail again. He couldn’t afford making any mistakes. The goodbye was hard. You cried loudly as he held you close, whispering little reasuring words in your ear. You were thankful for Sergio. He kept you updated on everything that was going on, but didn’t tell you any details or steps of the plan. You didn’t want to either; it was scary enough without knowing how everything went down in there.

It was now wednesday and you were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t heard from Sergio in two days and it started to worry you. The news wasn’t exactly uplifting too. Andrés’ face was displayed all over every tv channel, name heard on every radio station and seen on every wall in Spain. Your heart fell even lower when the news announced he was sick. The smug inspector worked on you nerves as she spoke about him like he was an animal. Sure, the man had done things that broke the law, but he never killed anyone nor hurt any woman.

‘Fuck,’ you cursed under your breath. Suddenly your phone rang and the called ID showed Alex, your friend at the lab. Your heartbeat increased and you were anxious about what he was about to say. You picked up the phone and heard his loud voice. A tearful smile made it’s way on your face as you heard him say those three words you so desperately longed to hear.

‘I have it! I have the cure!’ he yelled. You jumped up and raced towards the university where he was already waiting on you. The hug you shared was one filled with hapiness.

‘Okay, he needs to inject this like he did with the other medicine. This is enough to last until november. I have some of it still in the lab so I produce more and work more on the duration of it. I can’t promise it will work for the rest of his life, but for now it’ll do,’ he spoke. You said goodbye and rushed to Sergio’s hide-out. The medicine you held in your hands would give him at least eight more months and until then Alex had a better cure. You burst through the doors and Sergio jumped up. You could see the whole that had been dug in the floor. You turned to Sergio and burst into tears of joy.

‘He’s not leaving us, Sergio. He’s staying. With you, with me. He’s staying,’ you rushed. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and the rush of adrenaline was so high, you thought you’d pass out. Your words seemed to land as he slowly moved towards you. His gaze fell on the little box you were holding and his eyes flickered from the black object to the hole in the floor and tears welled in his eyes.

‘I have to get it to him, Sergio. He needs to know there is something out here for him. You and I both you the man is up to something. Let me go in there, please!’ you pleaded. He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you a red suit and black boots to finish the look.

‘When you get to the indside, wait inside the vault. No one knows you’re getting in and that way you won’t get attacked. Take this with you,’ he pushed a fake gun in your hands and you placed it in the holster on your thigh. ‘Goodluck.’

When you were about to enter, you heard a lot of noise coming from the computer. The police had broken in. He nodded to you and you ran as quickly as you could through the tunnel. When you entered the vault, you were met by two people. A young man with dark hair and a woman with blonde curls. They looked suprised to see you and the man pointed a gun at you.

‘Serg- El Professor send me. I’m Berlin’s girl,’ you quickly said, stumbling over your words. Sure, you were carrying a gun with you, but it was a fake. Having a real gun pointed at you made you nearly shit your pants. When the girl pointed out I was carrying a gun and came through the only way out, he lowered the gun and craweled through the tunnel. It wasn’t hard to find Berlin as he came running in the direction of where you were coming from. You caught the stares of the other people who nodded at you and went on with their duties.

‘Berlin, babe!’ you called, making him freeze.

‘What are you doing here, princess? It’s not safe for you. They’ll come running through those halls any minute now,’ he sternly said, turning around and grabbing you firmly by the arm. ‘Leave, now!’

‘No, I’m not leaving. I came here to tell you I found a cure,’ you breathed and everyone around you froze. ‘You didn’t know, but I’ve been doing research for a medicine and I’ve found it. The first dose should work ‘till November. After that I’ll have a much stronger and longer working dose.’

‘Princess, I told you to leave,’ he said more firmly this time. You didn’t move.

‘Like I said, I’m not leaving. Not without you anyway. You promised me a life that I could only dream of and now we can have it. I love you with all my heart. I can’t loose you. Not now, not ever.’ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged the man you loved so much to trust you and come with you.

‘Leave, now. Helsinki, take her with you,’ he ordered the bulky man behind you, but he didn’t move.

‘Love is a passionate thing, Berlin. I don’t know this woman, but she found a cure for your uncurable disease. That’s literally doing the impossible. You have five seconds to decide to leave with this woman or I’ll take you with me. Don’t look away when you have everything in front of you,’ he spoke. He turned his attention to you and you gave him a grateful smile. He smiled back and nodded.

‘Will you please come with me? If you don’t come with me, I’ll stay with you. I either die with you or leave with you, you decide,’ you stated. He looked at the box you held in your hand and realized how much he loved you. Moving towards you, he passionately smashed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t filled with lust, but relief and gratefulness.

‘As soon as we walk out those doors, I’m marrying you. No exceptions,’ he mumbled against your lips. You nodded and held him closer.

‘That was the plan.’

You heard the policemen run behind you and Helsinki was quick to throw a grenade. Berlin pushed you all inside and bowed your head in his chest. Once the grenade had exploded, you all rushed back and blew up the tunnel. You joined Sergio and Helsinki in the back of the truck, leaning against Andrés.

‘There are no words to explain how much I love you, princess. No words.’

The two of you left to Cuba, where you got married soon after you arrived. The wedding was on the beach, your white dress flowing around you while you stared at the man you could finally call your husband. Only a month after the wedding you surprised Andrés by telling you were pregnant.

‘You are my heart, my soul and my everything. Thank you for being my wife and everything I’ve ever wished for.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp

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vintagelacerosette · 1 year ago

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Tag game Tuesday ✨️

I was tagged by these sunshines Macy @celestialmickey Jay @surviving-maybe Evie @energievie Ling @lingy910y Ri @tanktopgallavich Deanna @deedala Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Deena @suzy-queued Kaka @stocious Laurel @lupeloto thank youuuu 💝

Name: Myn

Age: 26

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Ohhh I clocked in around 8, which is pretty good but also bc i wasn't feeling pretty good lol

Which do you use more: tumblr mobile or desktop? More mobile gotta have my online besties in my pocket 🥰

A hobby you’d like to pick up: Ohhh so many things I'd love to do animation but for a physical craft I bought my niece a crochet mushroom at a Con & it was sooo cool.

If you were a crayon, what colout would you be? The pink you see in the sky during a sunrise 🩷

What was your average screen time last week? what are you, a fed? Holy fuck 10 hours & 32 min but to be fair I put youtube on the background & do stuff!!! And it's 16min less than last week lmao 😅

A song you put on every playlist: Like Jay I don't really do playlists. I usually pick an artist I love & listen to an album over & over again lol

Favourite holiday: I don't really have one I guess I'd say Xmas bc I love gifting ppl stuff

Something on your bucket list: Meeting y'all my internet friends, make an animation & write fanfic

You’re invited to a costume party, what are you dressing up as? I'd love to do an anime character bc cosplaying is fun. I'd go with someone with a fun hair colour & outfit. Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew

What show takes up the most space in your brain? It's a little something that starting with Shame & ends with less. Can't help it those husbands got me locked down 🥰

and finally, share something you’re looking forward to: Getting my driver's licence doing a test tomorrow wish me luck loves 🍀Barbie movie bc I'm gonna go barbie mode for my birthday at the end of the month 🎀

I'll tag these sweetpeas if they wanna play 💕 @scarcrosseduntouched @ian-galagher @jomilky @auds-and-evens @callivich @rereadanon @sweetbee78 @beebabycastiel-main @y0itsbri @whaticameherefor @good-then-dont @chicanomick @mikcrymilkovich @look-i-love-u @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @milkmaidovich @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @gallavichgeek @transmickey @creepkinginc @mishervellous @crossmydna @deathclassic @you-show-me-love @annatrow @7x10mickey @lalazeewrites

#tag game tuesday #tag game

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theclumsyxeno · 3 years ago

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Cossacks and Mavericks: Far from Over

-Recap, Having discovered that Elizabelle has been attacked and captured by something, the group heads out to find and rescue her, but everything is not as it seems, as our heroes will discover.-

[Creepy Instrumental plays] The Cossacks, Maverick,s and EQG Mane seven followed Macy-Mae. Once they caught up to her,however, they were speechless by what they were seeing. Macy-Mae approached a grimm creature, her tail wagging quickly. However, Dark Mantis quickly scooped up the weiner dog. With Mavy-Mae whining and squirming.

Dark Mantis stated, “Calm down, calm down.”

Fluttershy shuttered in fear, “That can’t be right, there’s no way…”

Rarity whimpered slightly, “T-that’s the monster from the theater!” The Creature was lying down resting, an eerie air was felt.

Burn Rooster scowled with a fist, “That thing has Belle somewhere, and we’re gonna find out.” The Creature opened its eyes, barring its teeth, with Elizabelle’s hair bow clenched in it’s teeth. With Magma Dragoon growing angered, and preparing his Flames.

Pharaoh Man prepared his buster and stated, “Listen here Beast, you will tell us what you have done with Elizabelle, if you refuse,”

Storm Eagle chimed in, “We’ll have no choice but to destroy you.” The Creature appeared to freeze upon hearing Elizabelle’s name, it’s expression changing. Much to the Cossacks, Mavericks, and EQG Mane seven’s surprise.

…

[Creppy instrumental stops, and is replaced by “Dreams of an Absolution”] Zera approached Lisanna, her smirk never leaving her face.

Zera spoke at last, “To be loved, you must have a more appealing form.” Lisanna grew confused, her head tilting side to side.

Lisanna soon wondered, “Ap-peal-ing form?” Zera sighed heavily and kneeled before Lisanna, looking at her with eyes that could shake even the most battle-hardened warriors. Scaring Lisanna and giving her chills through out her small grimm body.

Zera Elaborated, “You must look normal. No one will understand nor want you if they know.”

Lisanna gasped for air, but soon grew curious, “Look normal? How?” Zera pulled away, and pulled out a orange and magenta marbled jewel.

Zera stated, “With this.”(“Dreams of an Absolution abruptly stops)

…

[Sad Instramental begins] The Creature appeared to be, saddened.

Yammark’s key began to glow, she soon spoke up, “Guys, I think that’s-”

however, before anyone could approach, the creature suddenly lunged at Pharaoh Man. [Instrmental stops, and is replaced by intense Instramental] before the creature could tackle him, Magma Dragoon came in front of Pharaoh Man, his key glowing and him blocking the creature. His hands holding back the creature’s front limbs. The creature snapped and snarled at Magma Dragoon. The dragon maverick gagged slightly at the smell of the creature’s breath.

Soon the creature spoke in a weak, scratchy voice, “H...Help me…” Much to everyone’s confusion. The creature pulled away from Magma Dragoon, giving him the opening to push it away. The creature appeared to hunch over,black tears streaming from its eyes. It repeated once more, “H-help…. Me…” [Instramental stops, and is replaced by “Rescue Me”] Vanishing Gungaroo soon gulped but soon asked, “E-ellie?” The Creature looked up at the young kangaroo Maverick, a distorted whimper escaping its muzzle.

…

Zera smiled as she handed Lisanna a mirror. Lisanna looked at her reflection in surprise. She now was an anthro fox, like Zera, but had brown and dirty blonde fur, with silver locks, and beautiful magenta eyes. She looked up at Zera, her now normal magenta eyes full of wonder.

Lisanna asked, “Am I lovable now?” Zera smiled and rested a gentle hand on Lisanna’s shoulder.

Zera replied, “Yes, yes you are. But your old name won’t do. I’ll name you after my late daughter, Elizabelle. How’s that sound?” Lisanna smiled widely and hugged Zera.

She replied, “I love it, Mommy!”

…

[“Rescue Me” stops, and is replaced by “Dear Agony”]

Gravity Antonion questioned, “Elizabelle, is the creature?”

Drill Man chimed in, “I didn’t see that one coming.” Soon the creature began to roar and she stood up with her claws protruding out of her paws. Her black tears increasing. Her roar was deafening, Leading to everyone covering their ears and audio processors.

Once the roar ceased, and everyone lowered their hands, The creature soon bleated, “S-save m-me…” [“Dear Agony” abruptly stops] Soon all the Cossacks and Mavericks’ keys began to glow. They took each other’s hands. [Might + U begins playing]

Pharaoh man swore, “We will save you, we swear it!” Sunset Shimmer soon used her empathy magic to connect to the creature. With the Cossacks and Mavericks’ eyes turning white. [Might + U pauses]

…

Once everyone opened their eyes, they were in cavern like place, the walls and ground were made of goop, with red glowing blood drips.

Cyber Peacock was speechless, “T-this is Elizabelle’s mind?”

Burn Dinorex grimmanced slightly, “Not at all what I imagined.” Sunset Shimmer bit her lip as she looked around.

She stated, “It had to be all that darkness that messing with her head.” Wire Sponge trmebled in horror.

He whimpered, “Poor Ellie, trapped with all this scary stuff in her head.” Wind Crowrang sighed heavily, grabbing Ring man’s attention.

Ring Man soon asked, “Something the matter?”

Wind Crowrang looked at the orange robot master, and replied, “Why didn’t she tell us what was wrong? We could’ve helped her!” Sunset Shimmer soon saw what appeared to be shard of glass float by her, she grabbed it, and looked into it. With a appalled expression growing on her face.

Sunset Shimmer soon budded in, “Because she thought we’d hate her.” She soon approched the others and handed Wind Crowrang the shard, which was revealed to be a memory. Pharaoh man peered into it as well.

Pharaoh ManStated in disbelief,“Queen Zera, manipulated her?”

Spiral Pegasus soon shook his head, “Looks like she’s far from a saint.” Yammark soon turned her head and saw a teenage grimm female, sitting with her legs crossed, her head down, and black tears rolling down her face.

Yammark soon spoke up, “Elizabelle?” The Grimm lifted her head and turned toward Yammark.

She whimpered, “Y-Yammark?” Her voice grabbed the other’s attention. The group approached the Grimm.

Pharaoh Man questioned, “Are you, Lisanna Hensei?” Lisanna looked away, but nodded. [Might + U starts back up] soon shadowy chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

A voice echoed, “You didn’t listen Lisanna, and now, they know the truth, that you are a monster! Only I understand you, only I care for you!” Storm Eagle grew livid at the voice.

Storm Eagle shouted,“Bullshit! You’re the one who manipulated her into thinking she was a monster!” Soon a figure materialized in front of the group. It was Queen Zera. She scowled and grew angered.

She stated, “You’re cursed my dear, these robots have filled your head with all these ridiculous fantasies. Making you believe in friendship?” Lisanna whimpered at her words. However, she was embraced by Pharaoh Man.

Lisanna grew confused asking, “Why? Why do you care?” Pharaoh man pulled away after a bit. Boomer Kuwanger approached and kneeled next to Lisanna.

He responded, “You are our friend, Eli- er, Lisanna.” Zera scowled at the Cossacks and Mavericks.

She stated, “Don’t listen to their lies!”

Bright Man rested a hand on Lisanna’s shoulder, “We’re telling you the truth!”

Spiral Pegasus nodded in agreement, “He’s right you know.” Zera felt her influence on Lisanna weaken as each of the Cossacks and Mavericks spoke to Lisanna, till finally she faded away, screaming in anger. Soon everything turned white.

..,

The Cossacks and Mavericks’ eyes returned to normal, with exhaustion overtaking them all. They all released hands and fell to their knees. Sunset Shimmer pulled away, Lisanna now in the creature's place. She opened her eyes and looked up. She teared up heavily upon realizing the freedom she gained.

She stated, “Thank you…” Pharaoh Man stood back up and approached Lisanna.

He replied, You’re very welcome. Just promise to no longer hide things from us.”

Lisanna hugged Pharah Man, “I promise.”

End

#Cossacks and mavericks #Mega man 4 #Mega man x #Robot masters #fanfiction

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Folds in Paper (Chapter 8: In the Nick of Time)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:

The TPI let’s Nick go... just in time.

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Pat looked up as Janus stepped into the interrogation room. “Hi,” he said with an innocent smile that could cut steal.

Janus didn’t say a word as he took a seat; he just watched him intently. He leaned slightly over the table and steepled his fingers in front of his chin. “So, your name is Nick this time?” Janus asked.

“Nicholas Jonas,” he said. “Always has been.”

“Stop it,” Janus said.

“Stop what?”

“Cut the crap. I know.”

Pat leaned forward, mirroring Janus as he leaned closer, interlocking his fingers and laying his chin on top of his knuckles. “What did you say your name was again?” he asked, pleasantly.

“Janus,” Janus replied.

“No, I’m Jonas,” he said, pointing to his chest.

“Not Jonas,” Janus spat. “Janus.”

“Um,” Pat said, eyes alight with amusement. The bastard. “Those are the same words.”

“No, they’re not. It’s Janus. J-A-N-U-S.”

“Well, that’s confusing,” Pat said with a frown, but his nose was crinkling. “It’s close to my name. You should go by a nickname instead.”

“What?” Janus said. “No.”

Pat hummed. “How about Love Bug?”

“What! No!” Janus sputtered, almost flipping the table, as Pat winked at him.

“BB Good?”

“What does that even mean?!”

“Mandy.”

“No!”

“Okay, okay, how about Macy Misa.”

Janus stared at him for a moment. “Fine. Whatever. What was I even talking about?”

“Hmm. I Believe we were talking about my name and how you think it’s not my name.”

“Right,” Janus said. “So, Nick. That was your roommate, Kevin on the phone, right? He seemed a bit unhappy with you. Any reason?”

“Nah, we’re Cool” said Pat. “That’s Just the Way We Roll.”

“Not because you’re messing up a mission right now?”

Pat’s eyes crinkled together. “A mission?” he parroted. “I’m not messing up a mission.”

“Oh, really?” Janus growled. “Because you’ve been captured by the TPI, and I know who you are and what you’ve been doing.”

“I have no idea what the TPI is,” he claimed.

“Yes, you do!” Janus said, standing up. “You obviously do! Or you wouldn’t be playing this game!”

“Game?” Pat asked. “Macy, I ask you what you’re talking about.”

“This is all just a game to you isn’t it!” Janus said, slamming his hands down on the table in front of them.

“Whoa,” Pat said, putting his hands up. “Calm down. Your face is getting all red. You must be Burnin’ Up.”

“I’m not sure what, but something about what you just said pisses me off.”

“And that is five minutes,” Khalid said, bursting into the room. He felt a tug on the back of his shirt and glared back at Remus who was putting his own body between Janus and Pat.

“There was no way that was five minutes,” Janus growled.

“It was five minutes,” Khalid gritted out. “Clockson, get him out of here.”

“Come on Jay,” Remus said, dragging him back towards the door.

“Remus, I swear to god,” Janus said after the door closed behind them.

“Just chill, Janus,” Remus said.

Janus shrugged him off. “You chill!” he snapped. “He’s playing you all for the fool.”

“Wow, Macy,” Remy drawled like an asshole. “I’ve never seen you so fired up.”

“Oh, my gosh. No one is going to believe me, and he’s going to get away with this.”

“You’re not really helping your case, babe,” Remy said.

Remus grabbed him by the shoulders again. “Here, let’s go get some water.”

“I don’t want water,” he said even as he let Remus lead him to another room to get a glass of water.

“Look,” Remus said. “I know the Mask Guy thing really sucked, but you have to look at the facts.

“I am looking at the facts,” Janus insisted, “and the facts are, he’s fucking with me.”

“You don’t know what Mask Guy looks like,” Remus said. “You didn’t see Nick take the time bomb, he has an ID from this time period and a roommate in this time he called on the phone, and he legitimately seems to not know what any of us are talking about.”

“Did you even listen to our conversation?” Janus asked. “He was screwing with me the entire time!”

“Janus…” Remus said.

“What?” Janus said, narrowing his eyes at Remus’s tone.

“I know you recently had a bad experience, but not everyone who flirts with you is doing it out of evil.”

Janus’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. “That’s what you got out of our conversation?”

“He called you Love Bug.”

Janus felt his face heat a bit at the reminder. “That’s not… I. I’m stealing your cat and then never speaking to you again.”

Remus laughed. “Ah,” he said. “Young lust.”

Janus elbowed him roughly in the side. “No!”

“Yes!” he crooned, pleased.

“You are the worst partner,” Janus hissed. “When I’m right you owe me 10 loafs of your fresh bread.”

“Branching out from poptarts?” Remus asked.

Janus shook his head. He still wasn’t happy about the state of things, but he could feel himself cooling down a bit.

Khalid came out of the interrogation room after a few minutes, leaving Pat with Remy. “What was that?” she asked him.

“He got under my skin,” Janus said.

“We’ll talk about it later,” she said. “For now, we’re letting him go and then going back to looking for the bomb like we’re meant to be.”

“Fine,” Janus relented. “Just do me the favor of tagging him before he leaves. Just that. I beg of you.”

“Sure,” she agreed. “If it will calm you down.”

He nodded.

“Then, let’s go,” she said. When they met back up with Remy and Pat, he saw Khalid make the subtle gesture that would tag Pat like they would have for the Millennium Birds. Pat sent him what could pass as a sweet smile if Janus didn’t know better. Then, they walked him outside, leaving Remy on clean-up duty for the make-shift security office.

“So, I’m free to go?” Pat asked. His bemused expression edged far too much on the side of amused verses confused for Janus’s taste.

“You are,” Khalid said. “Have fun at the festivities.”

His hands went flapping about. “Oh, you too!” he said. “Well, I guess you’re working, but you can have fun anyways, I’m sure.”

“We’ll do our best,” she said.

He gave her a blinding smile and reached forward to shake her hand enthusiastically. Janus rolled his eyes and looked up at the heavens. “It was nice to meet you!” he said, “and you too, Agent Clockson!” He turned to meet Janus’s eyes. “Macy Misa.”

Janus pressed his lips together.

Then, Pat turned and walked away.

“Well, now that we’re done with that,” Khalid said, turning to them. “We have only a few more hours before midnight and we really need to find the time bomb.

“Oh,” Pat called. He’d paused a few yards away and turned back to them. “Thanks for letting me go so easily by the way,” he said, “and just in the Nick,” he winked, “of time too.” Janus narrowed his eyes at him. He smiled back. “Wrist check,” he said holding up his arm to show off the timepiece there. Khalid immediately looked down at her own wrist just to see that the one timepiece that could move through the time lock was no longer there. Pat made a gesture and disappeared.

All three of them stared at the spot he’d been for a long moment.

Janus was the one to speak first. “I want. The yellow. To be erased. From my record.”

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#sanders sides #janus sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #moceit #folds in time universe #folds in paper #adriana writes #not pieces fic #logan sanders #analogical #virgil sanders #time travel #bomb mentioned #roman sanders #creativitwins

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athenamikaelson · 4 years ago

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Tacenda

Ch. 5

Warning ⚠️: swearing.

Uh oh.

I stood frozen in fear playing over all the ways these wolves could rip my body apart. And trust me it wasn't pretty.

"I asked you a question girl."

In my head I could see Damon laughing at me right now. He would save me if I slipped up, right? Probably not.

"Umhm. Macy. My names Macy." I spit out. Who the hell was Macy? "I was hiking up this mountain, started this morning at like 11. And got halfway up the mountain and realized I have no idea where the hell I am going. I thought I was going to die out here until I saw your fire. Thank god right!"

The look the Alpha gave me was not reassuring. He was about to open his mouth until he was interrupted by a brunette woman who looked around my age. Maybe older.

"Jackson leave the poor girl alone."

"Jackson" was about to speak up before the woman let out a low growl. When I saw him back down I realized an alpha wouldn't back down so- ohhhh damn girl power. Good for this chick.

"I'm Hayley. You shouldn't be up this way. It's not safe at nights. Especially on a full moon. Haven't you ever heard of the weird things that happened on full moons."

Bitch I know your a wolf.

"Um well you see my parents aren't very alive. So they never really got to tell me that. But I really didn't mean to stay out this long. You know getting lost does that to a person. Emphasis on lost."

I look back up to meet Hayleys eyes to be shown with what looked to be pity and what I swore could be understanding. But was quickly wiped away once she saw I was staring at her.

Damned dead parents story. Always works.

"Well...um. I'm sure one of my friends here could point you in the right direction of your path." She looks over her shoulder to a dark-skinned man.

"Russo help the poor girl out why don't you." She yells, flashing him a smirk. The look on "Russos" face was nothing short of unimpressed. I flash him a pity smile hoping he'd losen up.

"If it's not too much trouble. I want to be able to make it back to my car before dark." I smile at the once large group that's now losing its size. That's a good thing I believe. Maybe. Idk. I'm just trying not to get eaten.

"Fine. Follow me" He started towards a long table on the corner of the camp site.

As I'm walking I can see many of the younger wolves eyes following me as if they know I'm a danger. I mean I could probably put up a pretty fight but it wouldn't take them all long to over power me. Even with spawn on my side.

Russo looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still catching up. "Do you always walk this slow, or is it just a today thing?" Snark dripping from his lips.

"Are you always a dick or is that just a today thing?" Haha. Wait shit.

Turning over my shoulder I could see the younger wolves holding their breaths waiting for whatever Russo will do to me.

Damnit E can't you just keep your damn mouth shut.

Looking over to Russo I'm met with his blank expression which was held for what seemed like years. Until I saw the corner of his lip perk up followed by a deep hearty laugh.

"Damn girl you could keep a guy on his toes couldn't you?" He laughed out.

Girl or guy ig. I don't really like putting a label on anything. If I like someone I like someone. Boom.

"Ha. Ya. I guess so."

The bitchy look on his face was now replaced by a small smirk as we got to a small table with different maps and trinkets. I tried looking around subtly trying to see if I could find Damon out of the corner of my eye. Of course to my luck that's a no.

"Here," Russo handed me a newish looking map of what must be the mountain, "right now we're here. I'm assuming you parked on the edge of the mountain where most hikers park. Right?"

I honestly had no idea what he's talking about. Hopefully he's not testing me.

"Um ya. I believe so."

"You believe so," uh oh "girl you must've been walking for quite sometime. You can't even remember where you came from." phew.

Russo hands me the map our fingers brushing in the process. A weird shock comes over me. It felt of almost a sort of familiarness. Weird.

From Russos face I can tell I'm not the only one who felt it. His face drops.

"What are you?" Oh no.

"I- I don't know what you mean. I um should really be going before it gets to dark." His face goes dark.

"You're lying who the hell are you?" He seethes out. He grabs my arm. The sense of familiarity long gone by now.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Are. You?"

The commotion caused more of the wolves to come over to see what the problem is. Hayley leading them.

"Russo what's going on." Hayley asks walking with Jackson.

"She's not telling us something Hayley. She's not human."

I heard small gasps from the younger wolves.

"I have no idea what you crazy people are talking about. Not human. The hell do you mean like that. I - um am just going to head out now. Um bye. Thanks for the map. I think." I ramble out while walking backwards. Never turn your back on a wolf right? Or is that a bear?

I feel my foot hit something and I start to fall and am about to embrace the ground until everything stops.

"Falling for me again. Really little witch?" Oh god why couldn't I have just gotten eaten by the wolves.

I look up to be met with Damon's iconic stupid smirk.

"Dick."

"HEY WHY DO U HAVE THE TRANSCRIPT" Jackson yells while running towards us.

"Sorry wish we could continue to discuss. But I have a debt to pay. Good bye mutts." Damon's shoots at them before he rushes us out of there.

Before I know it we're at Damon's convertible. I turn to Damon ready to yell at him until he raises his hands in surrender.

"Don't. I know you're about to yell at me witchy. Just don't. I've had a long day and want to go back to my nice bed and get away from your nagging ok?" BITCH

"EXCUSE ME BITCH IF YOU THINK YOUR JUST GOI"

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went dark.

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The Unexpected Roommate

Part 4

What happens when your roommate of many years falls in love and moves out unexpectedly? Drake Walker was in this situation, until his friends fiancée suggested that her friend moved in to replace her fiancé. The new roommate is causing tension already. Will they be able to survive living together? What’s the worse that could happen?

Drake x Riley

Leo x Olivia

Warnings: Swearing, tension, smut, C WORD BOMB 💣

A/N- So I spoke to Paige, she published a one shot with her characters doing a truth and dare scene. We wrote it at the same time, and I reached out as I panicked that people would assume that I’ve used her idea. It’s totally different, just a similar idea and Paige is fine with it- best friends and great minds think alike ��

Tags- As always if you want to be removed please do let me know. I won’t be offended.

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******

The four friends sat in silence, every so often the two men would glance over to the television to watch the NFL match that had been muted by Olivia.

“Will you two stop giving each other dagger eyes.” Gradually getting frustrated, the red head broke the silence.

“Or are they ‘fuck me eyes’ in disguise?” Leo sniggered to himself as he stirred the pot.

“No!” Riley and Drake both shouted in unison- unable to look at each other. Both afraid about how the other would respond if they caught each other’s attention.

“How about we play a game? Truth or dare? If you refuse to answer, or do the dare you have to have three shots.” Leo suggested, trying to create less of a morbid atmosphere.

“You know I’m up for any dare, Leo. Besides I’m the most honest person around.” As Riley said this, Olivia suggested that the two of them got the drinks together.

“What is up with you?”

“He’s a fucking cunt, Olivia. How could you do this to me?”

“Yes he is a ‘c u next Tuesday’... but if we told you that- you wouldn’t have moved in and Leo would still have to pay his bills.” Throwing her hands in the air, she was hoping that Drake would refuse to participate. Wishing that possibly he would get that drunk that he passed out somewhere. Riley whispered everything that Drake had said to her since her arrival, accepting some of the blame- Olivia’s eyes widened.

“Ri, stick this in Drake’s drink.”

“I can’t spike him....”

“You hate him right?” Riley looked towards the floor, then towards him. Her now glistening baby blues remained focus on him for a while, whilst he was distracted with Leo. “Oh god you like him don’t you?”

“No, I hate him. You do it. But if it backfires....”

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare say anything to me. If he does, you know what weapons I carry around with me.”

****

The match had finished, so Drake caught up with Leo about what had happened since he had moved out. During their conversation, Drake became distracted overhearing the two women whisper- his ear began to slightly burn.

“Why are they whispering?”

“They are women. Why are you bothered?”

“I’m not bothered. I can’t stand either of them.” Leo noticed that Drakes gaze was focused onto Riley. Waving his hand in front of Drake, he didn’t flinch.

“You like her...”

“What?”

“You like Riley. See it was a good idea me moving out.”

“Leo, I fucking hate her! She turned the tv over! Even you didn’t do that!”

“Whatever. Drake and Riley, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes the hate. Then comes love, then comes.....”

“Shut the fuck up! Right now.” Leo noticed his friend turn a different shade of colour. He was blushing- even if he wouldn’t dare admit it to himself, never mind anyone else.

“Aw why? Lighten up, Walker. If you like her, just tell her- just saying....”

****

“Here Walker, whiskey on the rocks.” Olivia gave him the drink- wearing a smirk. Riley sat nervously on the floor, knowing that she was a dead woman.

“Thanks Nevrakis. So who’s starting?”

“Me!” Olivia shouted. “Riley- truth or dare?”

“Truth. I’m always up for a dare, but I’ll let you losers do that for a change.”

“Do you like Drake more than a roomie?” Pausing for a while, she stared at Olivia- her eyes pleaded for her friend to change the question immediately. However she didn’t. Drake noticed the look, deep down he wondered if she did like him.

“Tick tock, roomie.”

“Fuck you Drake. I hate you. So there’s your answer Livvy.”

“Drake same question...”

“She hates me.”

“I didn’t ask you if she hated you or not. Answer now.”

“Yeah, Drake. Tick tock, roomie...”

“Fuck you, Riley. I hate you too.”

“You both said ‘fuck you’ why not actually just fuck each other?”

“Why don’t you just fuck him Leo? You know what, I’m actually going to head out- I promised to go out with Daniel.”

“You didn’t tell me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because Drake, what I do with my life is nothing to do with you.”

“Before these two came, we were going to watch tv- make amends.”

“Yeah, and who fucked those plans up? You! I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to make amends with you. Maybe these two could help you find a new roomie? Seen as though they put you in this shit in the first place. See ya later guys.”

“Don’t go!” Drake pleaded, everyone looked at him shocked.

“Drake, for once I actually agree with you. Ri, don’t leave me with these two!”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine Liv. I’ll see you tomorrow at Macy’s at eleven.” Drake shot out of his seat, not knowing why he wanted to stop her from going.

“Don’t go.” Holding onto her arm, he hoped that she would change her mind.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Please. Don’t go. I’m sorry for being a jerk before....you can even watch sex and the city.”

“How much have you had to drink?” Believing that she had to ask the question, due to the change of attitude.

“Too much, I nearly had a full bottle whilst you was in the shower.” Shrugging his shoulders, he sounded like a potential alcoholic. “Please... stay. I’ll get rid of those two. You’re so... beau...fuck!”

“What?”

“What did you do to him?” Leo bounded over wondering why Drake was slurring his words- as long as Leo had known him Drake Walker could drink anyone under the table. “Why has he got a hard on?”

“I need to go. Olivia maybe you should come with me?”

“Liv?” Leo demanded to know what was happening to his friend, as his fiancée stood cackling like a wicked witch.

“He has been a cunt, so we - sorry, I slipped viagra in his drink.”

“Drake, I’m so sorry...”

“Don’t apologise to him, Riley! He deserves it.”

“Is this revenge for me kissing you before?”

“You kissed her?” Leo couldn’t keep up with the four way conversation, his brain was about to explode.

“No - he kissed her neck, teased her. All to get the remote off of her.”

“I didn’t tease her, she wasn’t exactly wanting me to kiss her....” running out of the apartment, she couldn’t allow Drake to see how she really felt about his touches.

“Oh really? Why has she just ran out then?” Drake knew she was pissed with him, now fully aware that his actions had clearly affected her.

“Why didn’t you stop her?”

“She’s not your property Drake... she’ll be back, soon. Or so you hope!”

****

Riley was contemplating just showing up at Daniel’s, but didn’t want to be a burden. Instead she went for a walk, not knowing if she dare return ‘home’.

After a few hours, she made her way back- hoping that Leo and Liv had gone home and that Drake was asleep.

“Hey, what are you two still doing here?”

“Well we couldn’t leave without knowing that you was safe. Do you not check your messages?”

“It’s dead. Sorry. Erm, it’s late- why don’t you two take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. Where’s Drake?”

“Leo tucked him in bed. The viagra wore off quite quickly.”

“He’s going to make my life hell. Why did I agree to it?”

“You’ll have to make it up to him in the morning... before we go to Macy’s? Wedding planning will get your mind off of him.”

“So the wanderer returns.” Drake leaned against the wall, relieved that she had returned in one piece.

“And the zombie arises.” Leo laughed as he pat his friend on the shoulder.

“I couldn’t sleep knowing that she was wandering around the city on her own. I messaged Daniel on Facebook to see if she was there. She wasn’t.”

“Can you stop interfering in my life! Do not. I repeat, do not ever contact my friends again.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m allowed to worry about my roommate.”

“Yeah, Ri. He was the same with me. Don’t take it personal. How about we finish the game off?”

“Sounds good, get me a drink!”

Pulling Riley to the side, she couldn’t look at him- he was playing with her emotions but she wouldn’t admit that. Tilting her chin, he wanted her to have eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Don’t ever touch me again.”

“You are more important than a match. I am truly sorry, Riley.” Yeah seems it arsehole. That why you acted like a fucking goddamn child.

“Whatever Drake. Don’t worry, when there are matches on, I’ll leave the city. Are you joining in? It’s rude to leave the guests- even though they unexpectedly turned up without a warning.” Drake nodded, placing his arm around her waist- he guided her towards the living area. Usually Riley would have forced a man off of her, however she didn’t have the energy to do this. She was annoyed that he had touched her, after she quite clearly requested for him not to.

“Licking ya wounds Walker? Have you both made up? We’ve lost hours of drinking time.”

“I’ve told her that she’s more important that a match. She’s my roommate, we have to look after each other - not piss each other off...” As Drake said this, his focus never left Riley. Leo and Olivia looked between the two of them.

“Right, so back to truth or dare. But just the dare part. There’s a new app, it automatically gives you dares. I’ll start with Olivia.... ‘kiss the person to your right for two minutes.’ Pucker up baby.” Riley and Drake both grimaced watching Olivia force her tongue down Leo’s neck. Breaking the kiss, Leo laughed at the dare for Riley.

“Ri, straddle the person to the left of you- and thrust against them for three minutes.”

“No fucking chance. Try again.”

“I thought you was up for any dare...” Leo questioned with a smirk.

“Yes, any dare but that. Especially not with him.”

“Well the next dare is ‘allow the person to the left of you to touch your breasts/penis for ten minutes’ so what will it be?” Closing her eyes, she decided to go with the first option. She threw a leg over his body and began straddling him.

“You don’t have to do this.” Drake whispered as she thrust against him. “I’d rather do this than have you fondle with my breasts.” Thrusting against him, she closed her eyes- this is the longest three minutes ever. Feeling his arms circle her hips, he guided her- deep down he wished it was real. So did his penis, as it soon became hard. “Sorry.”

“It’s natural. Don’t worry. Is the time up?”

“Oh shit, I forgot to do the timer.”

“Leo!”

“Sorry, I’m drunk. A few more minutes won’t hurt. Start....”

“This is so fucking awkward...” Mainly referring to her breasts being in front of him, getting closer to his chest with every movement she made.

“Tell me about it. I’m getting cramp...”

“Stand up...”

“Why? I’ll have to drink again. I don’t think my liver could take it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“Well trust me....” Standing up, she couldn’t figure out what he had planned. Placing his hand in to hers, it felt as if a bolt of electricity was running through her veins. Tightening the grip, he winked at her- as he led her out of the living area.

“Where are you going?” Olivia asked as she abruptly stood up to follow them.

“I’m taking Riley to my bed. This dare has got me feeling all horny. Why don’t you two go to bed. I’m having this one to myself all night...” Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around him- keeping up appearances. Kicking the door, he placed her on the ground and slammed his door shut. “What now?”

“Just pretend that we have gone to bed, no more dares. There’s booze in the bottom drawer. Once they’ve gone to bed, we can decide on sleeping arrangements.”

“We both know that you’re not horny. We both know that you are a pair of pussy’s who can’t handle dares. I’m disappointed - especially in you, Riley.”

“You better be sucking his cock... if not come out you scaredy-cats! Or I’ll come and get you both!”

“They won’t come in to my personal space...” Drake said with a confident smirk.

“You clearly don’t know them that well...” Hearing the doorknob turn, Riley dragged Drake towards the bed- pulling him on top of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes pleaded for him to trust her as she did him.

“Maybe I was wrong?” Leo waved his hands in the air in defeat.

“Get out, Leo!”

“Yes, ma’am... enjoy you two...” Watching Leo leave, Riley immediately pushed him off of her.

“I don’t believe that you two are actually going to fuck... not until I hear it anyway...”

A mischievous grin formed on to her face, as she pulled Drake closer to her to whisper in his ear.

****

Olivia and Leo sat in the lounge, twiddling their thumbs. They both knew that there was a love/hate relationship brewing. They both knew that the two of them wouldn’t admit it. They both knew that the two of them wouldn’t sleep with each other due to the disguised feelings. Both Drake and Riley were stubborn.

“Oh... Drake! You make me so wet.....”

“Cum for me... you’re so wet for just me... shout my name...”

“Drakeee!”

“Do you like my hard cock?”

“Oh yes... give me all you have!”

Olivia and Leo’s eyes widened, shock was an understatement. They both believed that their friends used the excuse of being horny to avoid any dares.

“Well I suppose we better go to bed then... they aren’t going to be returning soon.” Leo suggested as he gulped the remainder of his beer.

“Personally, I still don’t believe it. How could anyone fuck Drake?” Walking past Drake’s room, they heard the headboard bang against the wall. Olivia shook her head.

“What the fuck is she doing? Don’t get her drunk again- she’s going to regret it in the morning.”

“Why? She’s always drunk anyway.”

“Because it’s Drake... it’s fucking Drake... no matter how wet her fanny is, she should have standards! But fuck them, they are adults. Can’t beat them, join them- get in that room now Leo!”

****

Overhearing their friends walk by, Riley collapsed on the bed in hysterics. Drake sat at the end laughing too- even though he was annoyed with this common stunt that Riley seemed to do, he had to admit that it was fun.

“Okay, so I forgive you for doing that to me. I just wish that I could have seen their faces...”

“See fake sex is fun! We could both be actors... I’ll give it ten minutes then I’ll go and sleep on the couch.” Walking over towards the desk, she poured them both another drink.

“Yeah I suppose it was. I’ve got a semi hard on though...”

“Sort yourself out when I leave..”

“Maybe you could help?” Regretting saying this out loud, he gulped the whiskey in one swallow. Wishing that he could retract the words that had slipped out.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“I was joking...” I wasn’t.

“No you wasn’t.” Sitting next to him, she mischievously grinned- knowing that he could lie all he wanted, however his cock was speaking the truth. Teasing him, she placed her hand onto his thigh- moving it closer towards his bulge, he gulped. All he wanted to do was see what sex with her was really like.

“You’re teasing me.”

“What like you did to me earlier on...” Turning to face her, his fingers ran through her hair. Pulling her closer towards him, their breathing was in unison, neither knowing how to elaborate from this. Kissing her neck, he re-enacted what he did before. This time it wasn’t a game, it wasn’t revenge. He wanted it to be sincere. “Like this?”

“Yes, like that.”

“I thought that you didn’t want me to touch you?”

“Maybe I changed my mind?” Biting her lip, she knew that she was drunk- she knew that he was also drunk. But there was too much temptation. Drake leaned in, their foreheads touching. Laying down, she pulled him on top of her- their lips touched for the first time- both feeling as if they were the only people left in the world, as if the world surrounding them had melted away. The kiss soon turned passionate and demanding, their tongues fighting against each other for dominance. Pulling apart, they both had shaky breaths. Looking into each other’s eyes, both sets of eyes showed the same emotions. Lust, desire as well as curiosity. They had now crossed the line.

“Are you going to sleep on the couch? Or are you going to stay with me?” Asking in a flirtatious yet gruff way- Riley paused for a slight second. Not giving him an answer straight away. Her hands roamed along his body, lost in thought. The final decision was based on the kiss that they had just shared.

“Staying.”

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