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dracolunae · 2 years

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Hey, i was wondering if you could give some tips on how to write image IDs? I've been starting to add them to the alt text of my image selfposts but i feel like im not doing them properly and since you have the update accounts and write them often i thought that you could give some good advice about it Also here's some other halloween candy for you lmao

[Image ID:

A photo of a long white ceramic serving plate topped with slices of cake with a light and dark swirled pattern in the cross section. The slices are laid out like tipped over dominos bricks.

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Yay! Marmorkuchen!

But about image IDs. I tend to go from big to small in the description. Describe the most banel basic ass shit first, like “Is this a photo, is it art, if so what kind? Digital? Photograph or scan of a manual drawing? Is this an infographic?” From then you can describe the general topics, themes and layout of whatever it is you’re describing. You also have to consider whether you’re writing this ID for people who are familiar with the contents (fanart) or if it’s gonna be for people who don’t. Deciding the level of detail is a personal choice but mostly influenced by what amount of detail is necessary for this to be a functional image ID. You wouldn’t describe the font that something is written in unless it matters for example!

You can also decide what writing style best fits the ID. i tend to write full, dense sentences to get as much info in without the ID running too long but I also write in full sentences and following grammar rules. Sometimes a note taking style works better if there’s lots of disjointed things you can’t fit well into nice sentences!

And if you’re describing multiple things or a series of things in one post you can describe key elements in more detail once and then refer to them more simply for the rest of the ID!

I normally avoid putting IDs in alt text because they can be harder to access for people and have a much shorter character limit. Also try to always surround your ID with some form of ID start and end indicators and keep the ID, if in the body of the text, as close to the image as possible!

As an example, say you’re got a 4 panel comic, I’d describe it like this (gonna make smth up as an example) if I was writing a description for an audience who isn’t necessarily super familiar with the material.

[Image ID:

A 4 panel comic of a made up scene in Just Roll With It Riptide. It is drawn digitally and fully coloured. The scene takes place on a ship, presumably the one the show is set on, called the Albatross.

Panel One: Jay, a woman with long ginger hair wearing a blue jacket over a white blouse, catches Gillion, a turquoise skinned Triton with green hair, fish fins and wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt, sneaking around the ship. Gillion is carrying a brown sack over his shoulder and sneaking. A speech bubble from Jay reads: “Gillion, what are you doing?”

Panel 2: Gillion is turned towards Jay, looking sheepish. You can see that the bag he’s carrying is filled with gold, which is leaking a little trail of coins behind him. Now that you can see Gillion’s entire body you can see he also has a tail and a flask of water tied around his waist, containing a small cute pink frog-octopus hybrid, which is know as Pretzel. Gillion: “Nothing Jay! I am merely, uh, relieving the ship of an unnecessary load so we can sail faster!”

Panel 3: Jay and Gillion stare at each other, Jay is unimpressed. Pretzel, peaking out of the flask at Gillion’s hip, starts collecting coins from where they leak out of the bag. Jay: “Gillion if you throw any more gold overboard as taxes I’m throwing you overboard to lighten our load.” “You” is written in italics for emphasis.

Panel 4: Gillion starts sprinting towards the edge of the ship, indicated through a running pose and blur lines, with Jay giving chase. Her eyes are in glowing red and a targeting reticule is superimposed over one of her eyes, as though she was locking in on her target (Gillion). A stream of gold sprays everywhere from the speed of the chase and Pretzel goes flying with it.

End ID]

#friendly visitors #anyone else feel free to add on this was just everything I could think off from the top of my head #and also now I really wanna see this jrwi comic I made up as an example

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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Sweating, And A Lesson On Self-Worth

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Summary: Spencer finds himself falling for his NAT (new agent training) defensive tactics coach.

Pairing: SR x Fem!Reader *described as petite to give the illusion of assumed vulnerability when IRL she’s a badass— no other specific physical details are mentioned*

Category: Fluff

TW: Mentions of body image, general CM talk, mentions of fighting/grappling/wrestling, small age gap (reader is 28 & reid is 22)

concept inspired by @sierraraeck’s fic “Bad Liar” about Morgan training Spencer. I love wrestling so I wanted to do one about a badass female combat coach/agent.

REBLOG!

When Spencer and the rest of the trainees are ushered into the fitness center on their second day at the academy, he almost shits himself. He’s well aware of the physical demands being in the FBI requires, and he’s been dreading the PFT (Physical Fitness Test) since he applied.

There are hundreds of men and women huddled in the middle of the room, anticipating the orientation, and Spencer feels his palms sweat before he’s even started working out. The majority of the trainees are football players, wrestling’s, and weight lifters— he can tell by their muscular build and general atmosphere of strength and confidence.

SSA Jesse Fallon introduces their defensive tactics coach for the next twenty weeks— a petite but athletic woman. She’s dressed in a gray t-shirt and flexible khaki pants— Spencer would be lying if he said she didn’t look gorgeous, even in the bland attire.

“I’m SSA and defensive tactics coach (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She introduces herself, giving a warm smile to the crowd. “I’ve been an SSA for five years and the head coach of this portion of the academy for two. This is my third official wave of trainees— and believe me— I won’t be going easy on any of you.”

Light laughter disperses through the crowd, and Spencer wears an uneasy look on his face.

“Today, I’ve prepped stations for each of you to cycle through for the next three hours. Agent Rivera is monitoring the weapon defense; Agent Glover is in charge of the takedowns; And I’ll be handling hand-to-hand combat and grappling. You’ll spend an hour at each station, run a mile at the end, and then you’re done for the day. Sound good?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Choruses through the crowd.

SSA (Y/N) clasps her hands together, “Alright, you know your groups. Split up!”

Spencer’s assigned to the takedown station first. Agent Glover’s criticisms are primarily nonconstructive, and Spencer struggles with apprehending and cuffing his more robust and much more muscular partner on the floor. He’s never trained this hard for anything in his life, physically, speaking. He’s half-dead within the first hour, and he dreads having to do this two more times.

His next stop is with Agent Rivera, who’s much kinder to Spencer than his prior. Reid is better at disarming his opponent, but his long limbs flail wildly due to his incoordination— he’s trying his best, but he sees the way everyone else giggles at him. It’s a blow to the chest that leaves him defeated more than any gunshot could.

The last hour is spent working at SSA (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s station. She commands the attention of the entire group so naturally, despite being considered a rookie, she has an intimidating amount of knowledge.

“How many of you are wrestlers or judokas?” About sixty percent of the group raises their hand, and Spencer scans around for who might have the strength to kill him with one blow.

“Good,” She smiles. “This will come naturally to you, then. Now, a head-and-arm throw most likely won’t work in the field— so, sorry, judokas. However, double legs, body locks, and blast-doubles are constantly used to take down an unsub with minimal injury to the agent. Even someone as short as me can use leverage to grapple and control a much taller person.” (Y/N) scans the crowd of trainees for a moment before pointing directly at Spencer.

“You, come here.” She commands, and Spencer waddles nervously up next to her on the mat. “This is...”

He’s confused for a moment before realizing she’s asking for his name. “S-Spencer Reid.”

“Hi, Spencer.” She smiles. “How tall are you?”

“Six foot two.”

“Spencer has the advantage of almost a whole foot of height against me. But, I can use his higher center of gravity to tip him over more easily. We do this a lot in wrestling— being low to the ground and agile is important.”

(Y/N) firmly plants her hands on Spencer’s shoulder, moving him so that he’s turned to the side. “This move is called a modified blast double— it prioritizes attacking the ankles and knees rather than the knees and abdomen.”

She leans in closer to Spencer, “Don’t post your wrist out when you fall.” She whispers in his ear, sending chills down his spine. “Keep your neck tucked too.” Her breath is warm and minty, and Spencer almost forgets that he has 30 other people watching him.

“I’m going to simulate an active attack with Spencer. Doing this move in a wrestling match is much more controlled than against a rogue criminal playing by their own rules. They might have a melee or close-range weapon like a knife or hammer on them, so it’s important to make this move when the best opportunity strikes.”

“Spencer’s going to run at me and attempt to land a punch to my face.” She gives him a nod, and he chambers over to her.

Swiftly crouching lower to the ground, she launches herself towards him, gripping the back of his ankles and pushing her shoulder into his knees, and suddenly he’s flying back onto the mat. She follows through, straddling Spencer’s hips and covering his movements with an arm under his neck.

He’s out of breath as he watches the beautiful SSA leaning above him. His head is slightly sore from the impact, but overall he feels... invigorated.

“You never let your opponent fall onto the ground without covering them. Straddling your opponent allows you to keep them down while having full use of your fists.” She swings her leg off of Spencer, standing up. She reaches a hand out and quickly yanks him up.

“Find someone and drill that move. I’m coming around to help all of you.”

She gives Spencer a firm pat on his back, to which he blushes furiously, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth.

Spencer spent the rest of the hour getting slammed onto the mat over and over by various men and women. His entire shirt is soaked, and his breathing is so labored he thinks he’s going to faint. SSA (Y/N) (Y/L/N) might have appeared at ease earlier in the day, but she wasn’t kidding when she promised she would work them to no end. Everyone was at the brink of death when they approached the last lap of their mile— Spencer at risk of passing out more than others.

The relief he feels after completing his tenth lap around the gym is euphoric. Trainees collapse onto the ground with exhaustion all around him.

“Great job today.” SSA (Y/N) compliments happily. “I appreciate all the effort you guys showed today. It better still be here in four months.” And with that, she excuses them, along with the agents monitoring each station.

Spencer’s one of the last agents to trickle out of the gym. His legs feel like jello when he walks, and his lungs burn.

He almost makes it past the threshold of the door before his name is called.

“Dr. Reid.” She beckons him over with a finger. “May I talk to you for a moment.”

Spencer nervously shuffles over. “Yes, SSA (Y/L/N)?”

“I applaud your effort at training today. I can tell you were working hard.” He blushes. “But I’ve been informed that the board is willing to wave all physical training requirements for your acceptance into the FBI.”

“Yeah... I-I uh figured they’d want me for my IQ only.” He jokes nervously, shrugging his shoulders. He knows it’s disrespectful not to look her in the eye, but she intimidates him too much.

She laughs, and it’s a sweet, joyful sound that Spencer can’t get enough of. She’s powerful and radiant— stealing attention from everyone else. “You’re charming, and your reputation precedes you.”

Charming? Since when has little Spencer Reid ever been charming? He smiles awkwardly, looking off to the side to hide his blush.

“You know, the forensics department wants their hands on the trainee with the chemistry doctorate, and the surveillance department wants the kid with eidetic memory, and word has it that you speak more than four languages, so everyone wants their fair share.”

“W-why are you telling me this?” Spencer asks, voice shy and barely above a whisper.

“Because,” she places a tender hand on his shoulder, “You need to carry yourself with more confidence, Spencer. I saw you— surrounded by all those athletes— it made you feel out of place. I get it.”

“How d-do you get it?”

“I was 23 years old when I became an SSA, surrounded by people two decades older than me. I felt like the office secretary— constantly getting pushed around by people I was afraid to upset. But the thing is, Spencer, you need to demand respect from other people. I’m not saying you need to be arrogant or be a bully, but you are one of— if not the most promising agent trainee— and you need to realize your self-worth.”

“I’m smart, I-I know that. But I’m not strong or athletic by any means.” He sighs, gripping the duffle bag slung across his shoulder tightly.

“That’s alright. You’re not going to be Kyle Dake overnight. But you can’t beat yourself up about it.” (Y/N) chuckles lightly.

Spencer thinks for a moment, “T-thank you... for uh saying all those nice things about me.”

“They're true.” She nods.

“I think I’ll continue with the defensive tactics training. I could um use it.” Its partially true, but he’s most inclined to stick around because of the kind and beautiful SSA that’ll be training him.

“Yay! That’s great, Spencer.” She cheers, wrapping him in a hug that’s a little too friendly to be professional. He accepts despite being drenched in sweat.

Her arms are wrapped tightly around Spencer, and she pats him on the back twice before pulling away like a proud mentor would. He can’t decide if (Y/N) would be a better girlfriend or a better teacher. If she would, he’d prefer for her to be both. He’d give her all he had to offer if she’d allow him.

He doesn’t recognize the smile that plays on her lips, and it’s a foreign feeling for the aggressive and focused SSA. She hasn’t felt something like this in a while, especially not for a nerdy trainee named Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Hit the showers.” She teases. “You stink.”

Spencer nods furiously, “Y-yeah, of course. Thank you, again, SSA—“

“Just call me (Y/N).”

“T-thank you, (Y/N).” He smiles, scurrying out of the gym and into the hallway as giddy as ever.

(Y/N) knows she can’t pursue this— at least, not right now. She’ll give it a few years to let him settle in the FBI (his acceptance is inevitable) if she can be patient for that long. All she knows is that eventually, she wants the awkwardly adorable boy to be hers— and she wants to be his.

i’m so proud of this fic but sry i got carried away talking about wrestling i love it sm

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #sub!spencer #criminal minds fanfiction #dr reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid masterlist #baby!spencer #bau

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: When They're Whipped For You

Requested: yEs

a/n: your bitz is back from her unofficial hiatus. Miss me?

Genre: fluffff

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KIM SEOKJIN:

"Princess, I'm home!" Jin calls the second he walks into the house. He sets his things in the coat closet, then plops himself onto the couch with a tired groan. A few moments later, you walk out from the back, a book in your hands that you're reading while you walk. You look up, and a huge smile breaks out on your face when you see him. "Jin!" You drop your book on the couch and climb into his lap, causing him to chuckle because of how cute you are.

After you give him a big hug, you pull back and smile when he leans forward to kiss you on the lips sweetly. "How was your day, sweetie?" He asks kindly, covering your face in feathery kisses. You giggle at the ticklish feeling his lips leave, "Oh it was alright. How was practice?" "Tiring." He mumbles, still leaving little kisses on your cheeks. When he eventually pulls away, he glances down and sees that you're dressed in one of his giant t-shirts, and you're basically swimming in it. "Aw, you look so cute." Jin laughs. Your cheeks turn pink at his words and you try to hide your face in his shoulder, making him laugh again. "Goodness, y/n. What am I to do with you?" Jin wraps his arms around you tighter, a smile gracing his handsome features as he listens to your soft breath. "I love you."

MIN YOONGI:

"Yoongi! Yoongi! Listen to this, listen." Your boyfriend looks up from his laptop and swivels around in his chair to face you, who has just come into his studio. "What's up, baby?" You sit on the couch across from his chair and hold your phone up, then you clear your throat and push play on your phone. One of Yoongi's songs starts coming from the speaker and he looks at you in confusion. Then it all makes sense when the rap comes on. Your boyfriend tries his best to keep it together, but when you start trying to rap along to his part, you're just too cute for him to handle. He starts to chuckle, but you're too engrossed on getting the words and tempo right that you don't even notice. After the song finishes, there's a giant smile on your face. "How'd I do?" Yoongi smothers the giggle coming up and looks at you with a serious expression before giving you a thumbs up. "You did great!" "Yay!" You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, "Does that mean I can do a song with you sometime?" Yoongi laughs as he holds you close, "I'd love that. Let's do it."

JUNG HOSEOK:

"Hobi? Will you watch my dance and give me some pointers?" You ask shyly, your hands wringing together. Your fiance looks up and a bright smile spreads across his face, "Sure, babe!" After you've gotten the music set up, you get into position in front of the couch where he's sitting. You nervously rock back and forth, then you see him smile at you encouragingly and your worries dissapate. The second the music starts and Hoseok recognizes it as one of BTS' songs, his eyes sparkle. You're doing your best, but the nerves come back when it's Hoseok's dance break. You wanted to learn his part and perform it just for him. But Hobi is a professional, and you feel like his moves are way out of your league. When the song finishes, you bow and smile, Hoseok stands up and claps loudly, "You did amazing, love!" "Thanks." You say uncertainly, feeling a bit self-conscious about the dance break still. Hoseok senses it immediately and walks over to hug you. "I messed up the dance break, though." Hobi shakes his head, then he turns you around and holds you so that your back is pressed against his chest, then he takes your hands and holds them out to the sides. "Just go like this," He moves your hands with his, "And this. That's all there is to it." You smile as he starts to move your arms and makes you do a silly dance. Soon the both of you are laughing and dancing around the living room, Hobi smiling and watching you sweetly the entire time.

KIM NAMJOON:

Namjoon looks up from his phone, where he's been talking to their manager about a few things concerning the upcoming shows. He's pretty stressed about all the changes they're going to have to make to make sure it's perfect. But when he glances at you from over his phone, a small smile forms on his face. You're sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, your nose in your sketchbook as you glance up at him every once in a while. When you look up and see him watching you, your cheeks turn pink and you set your pencil down. Namjoon speaks gently, "Don't stop, keep drawing. Sorry, I distracted you." You shake your head at that, "You didn't distract me." "What are you drawing?" Namjoon asks, his gaze dropping to your sketchbook. "Uh, nothing." "It can't be nothing." Namjoon chuckles, then scoots closer to you, "May I see it? I love your drawings." Your cheeks turn even pinker and you clutch the sketchbook to your chest. "It isn't finished yet...but if you really want to see..." Namjoon nods eagerly, his face brightening when you open the little book and turn it to show him. On the crisp white paper, is him. Namjoon blinks, then leans in closer. "Me? You were drawing me?" He asks in disbelief as his eyes scan the image on the paper. It looks amazing, so lifelike. "Babe, this is awesome!" He suddenly exclaims, startling you. Namjoon feels his own cheeks start to heat up at the thought that you've been watching him quietly and drawing such a beautiful picture, the way you see him. "Thank you." You mumble shyly. You're taken by surprise when Namjoon pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his head into the space between your neck and shoulder. "I love you, y/n." "I love you too, Joonie." Your boyfriend sighs happily and hugs you tighter, "I'm so lucky to have you."

PARK JIMIN:

Just as you're dipping your mop into the bucket of water to get started on mopping the kitchen, the next song comes on and you smile when you hear the Disney tune start to play. The next minute, you're dancing around the kitchen and singing your heart out. You're home alone, so why not? After you're done with the mopping, you wring out the mop and put it away, still humming to the happy tunes. Then you move into the living room and start pulling all the movies out of the little cupboard you and your husband keep them in. You don't hear the front door open over the music from Beauty and The Beast that's now coming from the speakers as you sing along loudly. Jimin sets his things down and pulls off his shoes, a smile growing on his face when he hears your voice singing to the Disney song. He comes around the corner and sees you sorting through the movies and organizing them as you hum. His heart flips over in his chest as he watches you quietly. Unaware of your audience, you just keep organizing, then you get a weird feeling that someone is watching you, so you turn and see your husband leaning against the wall and smiling sweetly at you. "Oh, you scared me." You say as you get up and move to the speaker that's still playing. You pause the music and turn to see Jimin has come closer and he's reaching for your hands. You let him take them and he pulls you into a close hug. "You're so cute, what am I supposed to do with you?" He mumbles into your hair, and you smile. "Just love me." You reply cheekily and you feel Jimin laugh. "Always."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

"Tae! Tae wake up!" Taehyung groans in protest when he feels you pounce on him in your excitement. "It's Christmas! Wake up!" You squeal and start trying to tickle him. Your boyfriend laughs tiredly as he grabs your hands to stop you from tickling him, "What time is it?" "Seven." Another groan leaves his mouth, "When did you get here?" "Just five minutes ago, Jin let me in. He said to come and wake you up." Taehyung finally peels his eyes open and he's greeted with your face. He smiles sleepily, "You're so beautiful. Merry Christmas, baby." "Thank you." You say shyly, "Merry Christmas, Taetae." Then you hop off his bed, "Come on! Jin made breakfast and we'll open presents after food he says!" Then you run out of his bedroom and he hears you talking to his oldest brother. Tae chuckles as he forces himself to get up and dress. After breakfast, you and the rest of Bangtan and some of their girlfriends, are all sitting around the Christmas tree. There are presents piled up and pouring around the base. Tae watches you happily as you tear the wrapping paper from your presents and your eyes light up with every single present you get, big or small. At one point, you look over and see him watching you and you send him a big smile. Tae scoots over and places a sweet kiss on your cheek, "I think I love you too much, it isn't good for my heart." That makes you giggle and you cuddle into him, making his heart race. Tae puts his arm around you, keeping you happy and warm. He just can't get enough of you, that's for sure.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

"Do you want a bite of mine?" Jungkook holds his chocolate iced donut out to you and smiles sweetly. You nod and reach over to take it, then you take a small bite before handing it back. "Mmm! It's delicious! Wanna try mine?" You hand over your jelly-filled donut when Jungkook nods happily, then you take it back after he's had a bite. "I love food." Jungkook hums happily and you nod before taking another bite, "Me too." You say around the bite of donut in your mouth. Your boyfriend looks up and laughs when he sees chocolate icing around your mouth, "Honey, you have something on your face." "Oh, I do?" Your cheeks turn pink and you thank him quietly when he reaches over with a napkin and gently wipes the corners of your mouth clean. "There you go, all better." "Thanks, Koo." "Anytime, love." The two of you keep eating, but you don't notice the way Jungkook stares at you with heart eyes as you devour the sweet treat. Your cheeks are constantly stuffed like a little squirrel and his heart does little tumbles in his chest. "I love you." You look up at him, your mouth full. Then a smile spreads on your face from his words. "I love you too, Koo. And donuts!"

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a/n: I've missed you honeybunches

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writer-and-artist27 · 3 years

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[Image Description: A scanned colored pencil drawing of a young brown-haired, glasses-wearing Chaldean Master sleeping in the green cloak of a trusted Archer Servant while leaning against the back of her fellow messy-black-haired Master friend. The friend seems a bit perplexed at the situation she's found herself in, sweating a little in her white top and blue skirt, but still smiling wryly as she sighs. Around them are little pink and white flowers, with two yellow stars. The drawing's creation date, "4/16/2021" sits at the bottom of the drawing. End Description.]

Since @panyum recently posted some art, I find it interesting my newest artwork contrasts Pan's entirely in mood. Though, I was going for fluff anyways. Plus, my original Canon scanner's working again! So all the original colors from my colored pencils are here. Yay! :D I hope you like my rendition of Ayako and Vy for you, Pan. Take it as thanks for your friendship and presence in getting me more into the FGO and Mastersona fandom. <3

Ayako's probably internally suffering at how Vy made her into an informal pillow from overworking/farming exhaustion, but eh. She needs more fluff in her life. :p Though a good way to move a sleeping Vy is to just give her to a loving Servant. A May King, Greek Hero, loving Shielder Kouhai, or former King Arthur all come to mind.

Based off of this picture of Grey and Waver from Case Files and completed with the help of various references (all linked to give the original artists credit), I'd like to think this is a moment that takes place in Part 1.5, before the Lostbelts. Even in some peace, you gotta take a break sometimes. And what's a better break than being with a fellow Master that's been with you since Day 1?

All I could think of when drafting this was a simple quote from Vy that I haven't written in Passing Days yet, but still applies to Ayako when it comes to their friendship in their Coexisting AU shown in the Extra Days:

"Even if you have different origins from everyone else, you're still my friend, Aya-san. I like being with you. So, if it's okay, I'd like to keep sticking with you if you're still willing to keep me."

Now if only writing muse could cooperate... Still, I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff I can give in my break, Pan. (=ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ 6-7 hours of work on a thing is a new record for my art. Woo!

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cindersandroses · 4 years

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Digital Get Down, Chapter 1

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 1/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Sized OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard... never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

AUTHORS NOTES: This idea happened while we were floating around our pool a few days ago. I don’t foresee this being very long, but as always, if you want more, we will write more.

Also on AO3!

Chapter 1

SuperHank: Hey girlie girl, I did it! I got the pass for DragonCon. After almost 10 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days, I’m officially coming to meet you!

OrcPrincessPeach: Yay! Are you sure you can afford it... and the airfare?

SuperHank: Dollface, for you, I would move the oceans and walk to you. I can’t wait. August seems so far away.

OrcPrincessPeach: Be still my beating heart, you sappy romantic. I can’t wait to see you.

SuperHank: Same here. I gotta go raid. I will talk to you later. I’ll text you before I go to sleep. Have a good day at work.

OrcPrincessPeach: I will see you later tonight!

Opal closed the laptop and smiled to herself, trying desperately to keep a squeal of delight from escaping her lips. Nothing ever made her feel as amazing as talking to Hank did, even when it meant little sleep and getting up well before the sun to do it. But Amber, her roommate, would be the first person to yell at her for making too much noise in the morning… especially since it involved Hank, whom Amber did not particularly like for some reason.

Nevermind that he and Amber had never actually talked to each other. And, in fact, Opal had only ever talked to the man herself, too. Well, “talking,” in so much that they called each other, texted each other, and chatted on the World of Warcraft message boards about everything and nothing at all. There was the one time, though, when she had been “talking” with Hank, that she may have gotten too loud during a little early morning (for her, anyway) phone sex.

So maybe Amber did have a point.

Opal’s cheeks heated at the thought, replaying the memory in her head as she pulled on her most adorable red peep-toe pumps. All the boys in her programming pod at Blizzard loved it when she wore them; they always made her feel like she could take on the world. Because, seriously, who was going to mess with a woman wearing sky-high red heels during the day? It was amazing what she could convince her fellow game designer nerds to do when she wore these heels with this outfit.

She smoothed her otherwise fairly normal navy blue sheath dress over her slightly rounded belly and wide hips. These clothes were her armor against the world, much like how her orc character dressed in the game. Opal and her orc both needed the image that they could take on the male-dominated World of game design, when in reality, she could very much be a shrinking violet. Especially when it came to her body.

Hence why she had only shared very, erm, specific photos of her body with Hank, and him with her… in the best light, angle and pose. He had an amazing body, and she, well, she didn’t have an amazing body. It wasn’t terrible, per se. It did the things she needed it to do, but she certainly could have spent more time at the office standing desks or in the employee gym. But her red pumps wouldn’t allow her to do either.

So she just had to hope--and pray--that when he saw her in the harsh light of day that he didn’t run away screaming. Because there certainly had been a few online boyfriends before this who had done just that.

Opal left her room and carefully made her way downstairs to get her bag together for work. Tycho, her rather large ragdoll cat, was laying on the back of the couch, half on the black bag and rubbing his chin on the rigid canvas handle. Clearly, the bag was his now, just like everything else in the house.

“Hey, you better move it, buddy. I gotta get to work so you get good gushy food.” She pointed at him. “Be gone when I get back in here.”

Tycho rumbled a low meow in response and didn’t move.

“Freeloader,” she mused.

She headed into the kitchen with a huge smile returning to her face and butterflies making her slightly queasy. After almost a year, she was finally… finally… going to meet the boy she’d been dating online. Most people would take that as a sign that this was all it would ever be--online and still fairly impersonal. To be fair, though, Hank had planned to come and see her once before, but work had not let him. And it wasn’t like they were on the same continent, normally. They were halfway around the world from each other. But this time, he swore up and down that this was going to be it. They were going to cohabitate in the same hotel suite for a long weekend, and make good on all the very dirty promises they had made each other in the ten months they’d been “together.” Of course, she was well aware that he still may cancel, but for now, she was going to live in her dreamworld.

Amber was already in the kitchen as Opal made it into the room. Her roommate sat bleary-eyed at the kitchen table and stared at her cell phone screen.

“You already made coffee?” Opal asked.

The brunette nodded and motioned her head towards the almost full pot. “Yeah, cause I didn’t have to get up at a stupid time in the morning to talk to my internet boyfriend.”

Opal rolled her eyes. “Amber, it’s not that bad.”

“Really, Opie? What time did you get out of bed this morning?” she asked, her eyebrow peaked.

Opal sighed. “Six.” Amber shook her head. “It’s not normal. How long have you been ‘dating’ this dude?” she asked, emphasizing her point with air quotes and all.

“Almost a year, but he and I are finally meeting. We’re going to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon. It’s a halfway point between us, we figured it would be neutral territory,” Opal explained.

“Is Con really ‘neutral’? You’d live at a con if you could.”

Opal ignored her comment. As far as she was concerned, it was neutral… and certainly big enough to get lost in the crowd if things didn’t go well. She certainly didn’t want to bring him around her house if Amber planned to be there to scare him away.

Opal continued with a light, dreamy sigh. “It’s going to be super exciting. I’m ready to meet Hank. He is a fantastic guy; he is kind, funny, loves his family.”

“Sounds like you’re describing a labrador. Next thing, you’re going to tell me he is loyal and in love with you,” Amber replied, shaking her head. “You can’t be in love with someone you have never met in person.”

Maybe Amber was right, after all. How much could someone truly know a person from what they say alone? It’s merely a facet of who they are. Actions were also huge, and he had not yet proven anything to Opal in that category.

But still, Opal was sure Hank was different. She’d had a lot of online boyfriends throughout her life--her life revolved around the computer, so it was only natural. And comparing all the other examples with her current love interest, this just felt different. Like… it might actually be real.

“You can love their heart, and I adore him. He is pretty great. I’m just hoping he’s the one.” Opal grinned. “We would have an amazing story to tell our kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.”

Amber pressed her lips together into a terse line and returned to whatever was on her phone. “Well, when this all bursts in your face, Opie, you just come home to me and remember that I love you no matter what.”

Opal smiled. “I know, Amber. You’ll pick up all the pieces. But I don’t think that’s going to happen with him. I don’t know. He’s different.”

“Does he know?” Amber asked, the cup of coffee close to her mouth.

“Um... know what?” Opal asked.

“That you’re not some skinny bimbo?” Amber asked, motioning in her direction. Amber’s eyes scanned her body slowly, critically. “All the people on the internet have this idealized image in their head that the person they’re talking to is Giselle Bundchen, not Ashely Graham or Tess Holliday.”

“They are both gorgeous and many men are in love with them,” Opal defended. “And they’re both married.”

Amber shrugged. “I’m just preparing you for it, if it happens. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

This conversation, though, was hurting her. Hank wasn’t the direct cause of it, just a reason for Amber to start this. She knew Amber had her best interests at heart--no friend wants their friend to get hurt--but the way she achieved her goals, and the words she used, were not nice.

Opal sighed. “Look, he knows I’m fat. He knows I have curves and I’m not a size two. He and I have had several conversations about the fact I’m not some little skinny thing. He said he adores my heart, and he doesn’t care what kind of body it comes in.”

He also said he preferred thick women because he didn’t feel like he was going to break them when things got… athletic. But Amber didn’t need to hear that, either.

“My god, if that isn’t a line,” Amber scoffed.

Opal shrugged. “Amber, stop! Your thinly veiled attempt to fat shame me isn’t going to work. I’m going to go to Atlanta, I’m going to meet him, and I may even sleep with him.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “You won’t have sex with him. You’re a 32-year-old virgin.”

Opal shrugged. “You know, stranger things have happened.” She twisted the top on her thermos. “I’m going to be late for work, I’ll see you later.”

She walked back into the living room, removed the cat from his perch, picked up her bag and headed out the door to work. As she walked the block to the bus stop, she pulled her phone out and put on the playlist Hank had built her. She smiled as the songs began to play, each one having a special meaning to both of them. He was always adding new songs with little notes about why he added them.

These little love notes never failed to make her happy again. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they ever stopped.

She knew what Amber said shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, but she was self-conscious. Her body had always been something that set her apart and had made her shy when it came to men. Of all the potential dates she’d had with online boyfriends, she had only been on three real dates in her adult life. All of them turned tail and ran once she said she was a virgin. So for those very few that were able to get past the body issue, those three considered her lack of experience to be insurmountable.

Hank didn’t make her feel like that. He didn’t seem to care, or if he did, it wasn’t a deal-breaker. If her lack of experience didn’t do it, there was a very real possibility that her other image issues would be the end of it.

When she arrived at the bus stop and sat down, Opal made the decision to push Amber’s nagging voice out of her head. She wasn’t going to let Amber break her confidence. Hank adored her, for who she was, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her music all the way up to block out the self-doubt and scrolled through her playlist, looking for her favorites. At the bottom of the list, added only a few minutes before, was a new song. Opal giggled and clicked on the song, closing her eyes to listen to the electronic 80s synth and Richard Marx croon, “Right Here Waiting.”

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godofplumsandthunder · 4 years

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In Sickness And In Health - Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Dot, Eventual Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Talk about cancer and death, Swear words, Angst, and I think that’s it? If there’s anything that you feel needs to be tagged, please, please, please let me know.

A/N: Yay! Chapter 2 is here! Finally. Like I mentioned in the first chapter, this is a fic with Bucky being a cancer patient. I’m writing this from my point of view as a cancer patient, so I can say that this can be triggering for some of you fellow cancer patients. i hope you guys like this chapter, and are stay safe out there. Also, a huge thank you to my beta Lacy!

Chapter 1 Masterlist

Bucky collapses into sobs. Just a few moments ago, Bucky was a relatively healthy young man. He had a promising career, a girlfriend he loves. Just last, he went ring shopping with Steve, trying to find the perfect ring for Dot. Bucky was planning a life for Dot and him. But it was all taken away by three words. His mind is going down rabbit holes of eternal what-ifs when Dr. Strange's voice cuts through and snaps Bucky back to the present.

""I was able to schedule a biopsy for tomorrow in the afternoon. We will need to have you take a CT of your lungs to make sure they can handle the anesthesia. The nurse will take you over there now. We should have a better picture of things tomorrow. Do you have any questions for me, James?" Bucky wipes at his eyes, now red and puffy.

"I mean, not right now. But I'll probably have some later." Bucky responded through more tears.

"If you do, here's my card. I'll see you tomorrow James." With Dr. Strange's card in his hand, Bucky waits for the nurse to come in. While he waits, he contemplates calling Dot, to have her by his side. But, Bucky, deep down, doesn't want Dot with him. While he is scared and alone, he has a sense of peace around him, something that he doesn't have that often when he's with Dot. He thinks about calling Steve when the nurse comes in. She's not what he was expecting. For some reason, he pictured the nurse as an older lady. In her 50's, maybe 60's, maternal, like Phyllis, from The Office. Instead, stands a young blonde, with a warm, and genuine smile.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes. I'm Sharon, I'll be helping you over in radiology. Do you need a minute before we head over?" Bucky gives a short, silent, nod. Sharon just gives a small smile back.

"Is there anyone you'd like to call so that they can be here with you, Mr. Barnes?" This is the second time he's had the chance to call Dot. To let her know that he has cancer and he's having surgery. Yet for the second time, Bucky doesn't need Dot. He doesn't want Dot.

"No, no. I-I'm good. Let's just get this over with." Bucky stands up and follows Sharon to radiology. Thankfully this procedure was fairly short, and in a few minutes, Bucky was able to go home, and finally get some much, much-needed rest.

Bucky barely makes it home when his phone rings.

"Is this James Barnes?" Dr. Strange's voice rings out of the phone.

"Yes, it is," Bucky responds, shakily.

"Well, we got your CT scans back. We are still going forward with the biopsy tomorrow. This means that you must fast for at least 8 hours before your surgery. Though we did find something on the images that is a little disturbing. I regret to inform you that the cancer has metastasized to the lungs. There are about 7 nodules on your lungs. This will not affect any current treatment that will happen as of now, but we wanted to inform you about this right away. I hope you have a good rest of the day, and we will see you tomorrow." Dr. Strange hangs up, and the room is left in silence.

Something breaks inside of Bucky. A sound he didn’t know he could make erupted from his mouth. Tears fall as he slides from his chair and onto the floor. Bucky feels so alone and scared. He curls up and lets himself release all of his pent up emotions. The fear of dying. Of leaving this world before his time. The fear of the unknown. The fear of pain, if he does survive. He mourns. He mourns the memories he won’t be able to make. He worries if Dot will stay with him. After all, who would want to stay with a bald and sick man? Bucky kept all of this down and hidden from the moment he went to the doctors. When he tried to express these feelings with Dot, Steve, or his family, they dismissed them quickly. Saying you have to think positive. Yet, look where positive thinking got Bucky. 35 and diagnosed with metastasized cancer.

Bucky doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep. But, Dot’s recognizable, and loud shrill gladly woke him up.

“Bucky? Where you at? You’re never going to believe what happened to Brenda!” Dot clamors her way through the house, eventually finding Bucky, red-eyed and slouched on the floor.

“Aww, what's wrong Bucky? Did you watch a sad movie? I told you not to watch Old Yeller!” Dot patronizes Bucky, completely unaware of the serious condition her boyfriend is in. Though Bucky is quick to rectify this.

“No Dot! I didn’t watch fucking Old Yeller! I just got told that I have cancer and that it spread to my lungs! So sorry I’m a little sad.” Dot just looks at Bucky with such disdain.

“And when were you thinking of telling me? Didn’t think that maybe you should have told your girlfriend that you have the cancer? Or am I not important enough to know this information?”

Bucky can’t deal with this right now. Dot would be the bitch that turns this all round on her.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think to call my girlfriend right after I found out that I’m dying! And what a selfish bitch you are! Little miss diva has to make everything about her! Do you want to know why I went to the hospital by myself? It’s because of you Dot! You make everything into a scene and I just wanted some goddamn quiet and peace!” Bucky yells, his emotions taking control of him.

“You can’t talk to me like that!” Dot huffs, clearly not used to Bucky treating her this way.

“Well, Dot. I just did! And if you don’t like it, there’s the door!” Bucky spits out. He’s never been this mean or harsh to Dot before, and frankly, he doesn’t care. He has bigger things to worry about right now.

“Fine, Bucky! I’ll leave! Maybe then you’ll learn how to treat me right!” Dot slams the door behind her leaving Bucky all by himself.

“I’m better off without that bitch!” Bucky yells as he sobs again.

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Finally alone and calm (as calm as you can be after hearing you have cancer), Bucky makes the hardest phone calls he’s ever had to make.

“Bucky! I haven’t heard from you for ages! How are you, baby?” The warm and loving voice of Winnifred Barnes fills Bucky’s house.

“I’m not good mama,” Bucky breaks down into tears sooner than he thought he would.

“Bucky? What’s the matter? What’s wrong, honey?”

“I have-” Bucky stumbles on the word. He doesn’t want to admit he has this, not to someone he loves. “I have cancer, mama. They’re doing a biopsy tomorrow. And I’m alone and scared.”

The sounds of Winne’s tears flow through the phone.

“Oh, my sweet baby boy. It’s going to be okay. You know that right? It’s going to be okay.” Winnie doesn’t know who she’s saying that to. To Bucky, or to herself. The hardest thing a parent can go through is to see their child suffer. And here she was, having to hear her precious, baby boy, be so scared.

“Mama?” Bucky whispers.

“Yes, baby. I’m here.”

“Can you come? I don’t want to be alone.” Bucky chokes up.

“Of course baby. I’m booking the first flight right now. Everything's going to be okay. Mama’s coming.”

“I love you, mama”

“I love you too, Bucky. So, so much. I’ll see you soon sweetie.”

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weasleytwinfun · 5 years

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Are we late?

Request: Hello! Can you do a Fred/reader doctor who (11) crossover?

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Fred POV:

I roll over and pull her into my arms. She mumbles something and cuddles into my chest. “Morning love,” I say and kiss her head. She looks up. Her eyes. So big and beautiful. “Morning Freddie.” She smiles and leans up to plant a kiss on my lips.

She sits up and stretches her arms out. “Stay,” I say pulling her down to me and kissing her neck. “You know I can't.” She says and I grab on tighter to her. “Why?” I ask. She looks at me with sad eyes. “Because you need to wake up Freddie.” She says and kisses me.

I jolt out of my slumber to see George laughing at me. “Oh, you're something else mate. Never seen someone snog their pillow with such passion!” He laughs. I cover my face with the pillow and groan. “Shove off!” “Same dream?” I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. “Never the same dream. Just the same girl.” George sits next to me and slaps me on the back. “Well, maybe she's out there.” I shake my head really doubting it. “Yeah. Maybe.”

(Y/n) POV:

I slide down the silver stair rail to the main controls of the TARDIS. “Morning Doctor,” I say as I see him pace around pressing controls Willy nilly.

“Morning!” He peeks with a smile and a slight jump in his step. More than usual. “What'd you find?” I ask laughing. “Nothing yet… wait...wait wait wait!” Doctor hits buttons and goes on a rapid rampage getting the blue police box to woosh through time and space.

I grip onto the railing hoping I don't fall over like last time. “Doctor where are we going?” I scream as the tardis swishes back and forth. The box stops and makes the usual sound of landing.

Doctor looks up at me seriously. “You need to listen to my every word. This one is no joke.” “What is it?” He gulps. “A weeping angel.” He says and shivers knowing the horror of the monster.

3rd POV:

The Weasleys sit down for dinner and as their father walks in the door they all greet him. Molly kisses his cheek, Ron was stuffing his face, Fred and George say hello at the same time, Ginny waves with a smile, and Harry says a sweet hello.

Arthur sits down and gathers his food on a plate and taking a bite starved. “The weirdest thing is in the field about a mile back. An angel, hands covering its eye. You boys better move it. Gave me a fright.” Fred and George look at each other confused. “What are you talking about?” “We didn't put anything in the field.” Arthur stars at them. “You didn't put a statue out there?” The twins shake their heads. “Well, then I guess we'll just have to move it someplace else tomorrow. No harm.” They all eat and forget about the statue on their property that was moving closer to the house each second.

In the middle of the night, Fred awoke with a dry throat. He groans and goes down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Once his uncomfortable thirst is quenched he places the glass in the sink. He looks up at the window and sees something in the darkness. A silhouette with wings. The angel has moved even closer to the house. It is now at the edge of the clearing with its hands still covering its face. Fred rolls his eyes thinking his twin brother must be playing a prank on him.

Fred rolls his eyes and looks up to see it's moved! The angel is closer! He runs up the stairs to get his mother and father.

Once the adults see the statue as close as it is they accuse their twin sons of the prank.

The 7th year twins look at each even more confused; George more than Fred as he thought his brother had everything to do with it. “What?” They ask. “Oh, honestly boys. Stop with this statue! It's not funny. Quite creepy actually!” Arthur shivers looking out the window to see it. He looks away for a second and then back to it to see it even closer now. “We didn't do anything!” They exclaim.

Fred looks at George and elbows him. “Yes, you do. You put it there. How could you not tell me? You scared the bits out of me when I came down here you git!” George tilts his head to the side and looks at his brother. “I didn't put it there I swear!” “Who else would do it! It moves!” Fred exclaims.

As they were arguing Arthur spent time doing the worst thing he could. Looking away and then looking back. Making the angel look closer to the house in the darkness. In the process of the yelling, the rest of the house was awoken and rushed downstairs to see what was going on.

Then an unexplainable whooshing sound is heard. The family looks confused and rushed to the sound seeing a Blue Police box in their living room. They turn the lights on and see the box in full view now.

The door opens and a man with a tweed jacket, a light blue button-down, and a red bow tie pops out. “Hello!” He smiles. Then a girl comes into view and looks around with a smile. “Oh cozy! I love it! I want a place like this.” The Weasley then all pull out their wands. “Oh, you're the magical folk. The ones who have magic. Right! So is she, so no worries!” The Doctor points at (y/n) with a smile.

Fred POV:

A blue police box? What?! The door opens and a man with a tweed jacket, a light blue button-down, and a red bow tie pops out. “Hello!” He smiles. Then a girl comes into view and looks around with a smile. “Oh cozy! I love it! I want a place like this.” Oh, Godric it's her. The her! The one from my dreams! We all pull out our wands and point them at the intruders. “Oh, you're the magical folk. The ones who have magic. Right! So is she, so no worries!” The man points at the girl with a smile.

She pulls out her own wand and we lower ours slowly. She looks over all of us and lands on me. She looks me up and down and winks making my face turn the color of my hair.

(Y/n) POV:

I look around the room and notice him. HIM! The one from my dreams! “Oh look! (Y/n)! It's him, isn't it? Oh yes, it is I can tell by the way you're looking at each other! Aww, how sweet!” Of course, I told the Doctor of my dreams. Only because I was confused. Same boy but different dreams every night. Figured he'd have an answer. I blush as red as the family's hair. “Shut up.”

The man of the house stands forward in front of his family. “Who are you?”

The Doctor stands tall and smiles. “I'm the Doctor, and this is (Y/n) my companion. Now! Enough chit chat! Where's that angel?” “You know about the statue?” The twins said at the same time causing the Doctor to look at the boys closely.

The lights start to flicker on and off and a bang is heard. The Doctor looks at me and drags me to the kitchen. We enter to see the angel now in the Kitchen and its eye wide open staring at all of us. “Look at it, but not the eyes. Do not look at its eye!”

The boy from my dreams comes up behind me. The Doctor scans the stone and looks at his sonic. “My my my! Look at you! Not aged a day. RIGHT! (Y/n)! Any clues on what to do?! Because I'm out.”

I stare at him wide-eyed. “You're out? You're never out! You're the Doctor!” “Wrong! I am the Doctor but I'm almost always out of ideas. Things just kind of happen!”

The lights turn off for a second and then turn back on. The angel is now in front of all of us with sharp teeth and it's hands up in a scary way. I jump back into the person behind me turning out to be Fred.

We fall back on the ground; me on top of him. He looks up at me and smirks. “Hello love. Long-time no see.” He says making me blush. “Alright! You two will talk later, but now we need to fix this! A million years old! One of the originals! Starving! What do we do?!” Doctor asks pacing and hitting his head.

The lights go out and all the wizards pull out our wands mumbling “lumos” making the room light up. “We need to run.” Arthur says. “Right. Good. Running is good, but getting rid of it is better! Ideas (Y/n)! Bright ones please!” Doctor says panicked.

I groan and start to pace. “I've read about them before. The image of an angel is an angel. The angels go through the eyes. The windows of the soul and tear you apart. They- DOCTOR! They tear you apart when you look in its eyes!” Doctor looks at me and snaps his fingers. “Oh you brilliantly beautiful thing! Fred you've got a keeper! More on that later! Mirror now!” Doctor says.

Doctor is passed a mirror from the wall and holds it up to the Angel. In a matter of seconds the angel screams making us all cover our ears.

I feel someone pull me to their chest. A familiar chest. Fred. The angel screams and then cracks, blowing up and hitting the floor in a thousand pieces.

The power comes back on and I look up. I see his soft eyes. His pink lips. His red hair. I felt compelled to do something I never thought I would. I pounced on him and pressed my lips to him. He didn't complain and in fact he kissed me right back. His brother wolf whistled, and the Doctor laughed.

We pulled away and looked at each other. “Alright time to explain! There was a time I knew about because I went forward a bit and saw a cute little backyard wedding! Ah yes! Yours! So I felt compelled to get you together! You're welcome! Yes for the dreams of course that was just destined. You knew each other before actually knowing each other!” The Doctor rambles on with a smile.

The Weasleys all look around confused. “So yay! Daughter in law!” The Doctor says with Jazz hands.

I look up at Fred and smile. “Not really a need for an introduction I guess. Not between us at least, but for them?” Fred nods and turns me around to his very confused family. “This is (y/n). My- um my…” “girlfriend.” I say connecting our hands.

His family look at each other then in seconds I'm tackled in a group hug.

Once we all pull away I see the Doctor sneaking away. “Doctor wait!” He turns around with a smile. “Yes beautiful brilliance?” He laughs. “Will we see you again?” Fred asks with his arm around my shoulder. “Oh I'll be back for the wedding. Even wear my top hat!” The mad man laughs and gets in his blue box.

Fred holds me close the rest of the night. For years he holds me tight, and yes we did see the Doctor again. He saved my happiest day from being a disaster.

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rebeltheanomaly · 4 years

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Roughdraft/Notes on Grieftale Act 1 Part 3

Papyrus turns around and spots you. "AH! HUMAN! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE SPIKES, THEY'LL GO DOWN WHEN YOU SOLVE MY PUZZLE!" he grumbles to himself "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET PEOPLE TO SOLVE THEM" then he perks up "REALLY? YOU HAVE A PUZZLE? HAVE I FINALLY MET SOMEONE AS PASSIONATE AS ME?" *Grins* The manufacturer doesn't need it, the buyer doesn't want it, and the user doesn't know he's using it. What is it? "OH! I KNOW THIS ONE! SANS TOLD IT TO ME WHEN HE WAS FEELING MORE LAZY THAN USUAL! IT'S A TOMB! *his grin falters a tiny bit, just to the point that it looks like a condescending smirk* Here's another one, would you rather know the date or cause of your death?* "HMM I DON'T KNOW THIS ONE..." He bends over and rubs his chin and he tries to think.

*Asks another disturbing question* Would you rather murder 3 innocent children or 3 of your closest friends? "I- I WOULD NEVER MURDER ANYONE! THE ANSWER IS NO ONE!" Papyrus cries. "THERE'S ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY! *smile falters, but is internally laughing like a maniac at what is in his eyes, a "Pathetically Naive Idiotic Child who doesn't see the world for what it is", he makes his face one of concern to mask his true intentions* Oh, i'm sorry... I just... Tend to dwell on those things.... Being through what i've been through will do that to you.. Papyrus looks concerned... then perks up. "HERE! SOLVE MY PUZZLE! IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER! THEN WHEN THE SPIKES ARE DOWN I CAN GIVE YOU A BIG HUG!!" Ok...*looks around at the puzzle, strategizing, then completing it with ease* "YAY! YOU'RE SO GOOD AT PUZZLES!!" He exclaims, pulling you into a hug. "YOU MUST CARE ABOUT PUZZLES LIKE ME! YOU'LL LIKE NEXT NEXT ONE EVEN MORE!!" He runs off, even floating off the ground, and you see sans a little up ahead, waiting for you apprehensively *Sans senses the demon still in control, and can feel it's aura, it's nothing like Chara or any other fiend he's had to deal with....* Sans feels for the knife in his pocket, gripping it tightly. he stares wearily at you but doesn't make a move, since his brother is still alright. "Hey kid... about what you were trying to do earlier..." he can't seem to bring himself to make eye contact. "nevermind. good job on the puzzle. go on, my brother is waiting for you. just... don't try anything you might regret, okay?" *Grins* The other kid will regret.... *he then walks off* sans's eyes go dark and he tenses, holding himself back. "Calm down sans." he thinks to himself. "They haven't done anything yet. You made a PROMISE." *He runs along, tripping on an icecap "hey, watch the hat!" icecap snaps. "i mean, what hat? i don't have a hat." *grins and runs off with his hat, leading him on a chase* "H-hey! i need that to look cool!" i cries, chasing you up the hill *grins evilly* Have it your way then... *throws it and... basically cuts his head off, like that one guy from Mortal Kombat...... FATALITY!! he turns to dust, his body first, then his head with a shocked expression that says "the ironyyyy" you're now at the top of the hill, and you can see that to safely cross the ice you need to solve another puzzle *goes on, sees the nice cream guy's stall* He looks over at you enthusiastically. "Hey there! Care for some nice cream? It's the frozen treat that warms your heart. I started my own business! See-- every nice cream has a nice message inside the wrapping!" he pulls one out and offers it to you *the gelato suddenly melts and pools at his feet, way more then what's possible, to the point that he's standing in a puddle of it. Suddenly, a giant hand comes out of the puddle and crushes NCR (Fallout joke) guy in it's fists. Lucian looks upon the gorified rabbit creature and sniggers* Guess it's not just revenge that's best served cold... (Insert CSI "Yeaaaahhh!" here) nice cream guy gurgles, his blood turning to dust. he looks down at you with tears in his eyes as his head disappears. You see a fork in the path, the right leading down a hill where you can see sans standing at the bottom, not noticing you. L:*grins, then grimaces, he felt an unpleasant sensation as his skin touched a certain kind of metal, which is picked up by one of Alphys's cameras.... (FORESHADOWING HIS WEAKNESS) He growls and takes whichever path leads to a dead end, scowling to Sans's amusement, though he doesn't know the true extent of his evil yet, he at least knows it's taking control of the kid's body, and that's never a good sign* you find another door to the ruins, with mushrooms in the front. on your way out you find a deer-looking creature, adorned to his dismay with christmas decorations *Ignores it at first, he then takes a vial of blood out of his pocket and rubs it on the burn, soothing it* the deer notices and grimaces (or is that just its face) "that's disgusting." it says. Sans looks over to you, curious. "SANS WHY ARE YOU NEVER WHERE I NEED YOU TO BE" you hear from up the hill. Sans looks up and disappears, leaving you with the deer. (Grins and splashes the rest of the bottle in the deer's face) The deer groans in disgust, rubbing their face in the snow *He finds the decorations become incredibly heavy* the deer is unable to lift their head from the snow, they start to suffocate and struggle, kicking wildly until they run out of breath and energy T^T (The child's leg suddenly turns into a talon as it crushes the Deer's head in with it, grinning) It's so annoying i can only show parts of my true form while i'm stuck in this hideous body... *His leg changes back* But atleast i'm making good progress.. you peer into the cracks in the walls and spot eyes, upon further inspection an entire family of deer are stuck in the ruins, they watch with bloodshot eyes, seeing through you, as if they've stared outside for so long they've lost touch with reality *Looks at them, kinda liking their appearance* Hehe.. *pulls out his Bladed gloves he got from the box, grinning madly* *He lunges at them, ripping one clean in half* (Meanwhile, Alphys discovers an archive on the last creature that had a Crimson soul) Computer: A soul of true evil, those who possess this soul come to spread suffering, madness, chaos and misery. They gain incredible power, and if they manage to kill everything that opposes them they can even destroy the world and remake in their own twisted image. The last one with a Crimson soul comes from prehistoric accounts, when monsters were in their dark ages, for humans hadn't yet came into existence. The Crimson Devil caused several disasters and countless fatalities that happened before earth’s continents were separated. *She sees truly terrifying images, which seem to be artist's interpretations of the event... she has too warn them* Lab:*Alphys's Lab A.I. responds to the words from the computer* So, is it ok to start panicking? "oh my g-goodness, o-oh my!" she gasps, watching the (dog army?) get ripped limb from limb. "this... this is what the files were talking about! i h-have to warn everyone!" she fumbles with her phone, dialing undyne or asgore or anybody that could help. Lab A.I.: Wait.. *rewinds it a little bit, seeing Lucian burn himself on that metal* Do you see that? "Th-this could change everything! I c-can save everyone! oh my gosh, I have to investigate!!" Lab:*scans it* Platinum... Maybe you should look at the archives for the Platinum soul… She scurries to the opposite wall (not visible in the game), which is lined with shelves covered in books. She begins scanning for a book relating to human souls or platinum. The Crimson, unyielding Malice, The Charcoal, Unending despair, and the Platinum, Undying hope... The Crimson will rise and bring utter cataclysm to the world, having learned from it's past mistakes, it will target the one who is destined for the weapon that last took its power. After taking the the body, it will suppress the soul until it is weakened enough to take the body of them, then will challenge the most powerful being that it hasn't yet destroyed, _S__E_ __E___R All will seem hopeless, until the Platinum, along with the Crimson's victims, will all empower the being, now godlike. Even for all the power it has gained, it will fall back to lick its wounds, but not before inflicting the Platinum with an utterly despairing melady The Platinum will turn Charcoal, and even though most of the damage has been reversed, the destined one's family will still be dead by their hand. They will only be saved when the following has been achieved: "The Angel will fall upon belief he is a demon His newfound comrades will cause him to rediscover meaning in his life A black weight will lift on his shining heart And so the new age will begin" i’ll call undyne and we can both support the charcoal soul so it can become platinum again! Lab: Are you really willing to take that chance? Alphys, this isn't some Anime you watch, this is real life, i mean that Prophecy could be only partially true, i mean, this was back when Monsters still believed in Gods for Science sake. (Atheist humor) “monsters will believe again after asgore becomes one, just like i believe in this human!! undyne is going to help too, i just know it!” she dials and explains the situation to undyne, who immediately interrupts her with “WHAT? THERE’S A HUMAN?? WHERE?” Lab:*lets out a long groan* Welp, we're screwed... alphys: oh hush, look we can see the platinum soul in action!! L:*is ambush comedied by Snowdrake* "M.. m.. macaroni and freeze! You gotta chill out, man, or i'll fight you in cold blood!" You slash him across the face. "You're not funny." "THIS won't be funny either!" He cries, sending crescent blades at you, which you dodge effectively, except you slip on the ice a little and take a small cut in the neck. You growl. "Is your flesh rotten as you?" he heckles, continuing to attack you. You dodge more easily this time and get close, smirking. "..heh." You say, staring him right in the eyes. "What are YOU laughin' at?!?" Snowdrake barks, pretending not to be upset. You wanna hear the biggest joke of all? (Incoming Joker reference) "i bet it won't be better than mine." he utters with false bravado *Proceeds to insert nihilism into his head* Everything! All you creatures have ever valued or worked for.. I't all ends... So why care about anything? When everything burns... *grins sadistically as his words worm their way into his mind* One day, you and everything you care about will be gone, and no one will remember it... Life is but a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud suspended in endless nothing... They struggle to make a retort, and slink away utterly crushed… *Grins and manifests his newfound despair as endless jokes playing in his head, constantly reminding him of how pointless everything is, he eventually can't take it anymore...* snowdrake bursts into tears, wiping them away uselessly with his wings. he approaches the river... and just keeps walking until he falls in "as if by accident". in his head he thinks "i guess i walked into that one... ugh that was terrible." he lets himself sink to the bottom, letting out all the air in his chest. (grins and walks on, finding the snowman) Lab: YOU SEE alphys: he was just being rude, he didn't kill him! he just walked off!) "hello traveler! i wish i could see the world like you... please, take a piece of my snow, so that i can?" Lab: I picked up something from that, he was using despair fields to manipulate his emotions... And don't tell me that grin doesn't just scream "Sadistic Psychopath" to you. L: *grins and melts him with Crimson energy, kicks him into the lake, and walks away, he doesn't see the thing rising out of the lake behind him Alphys: What happened to that snowman??? Lab: the negativity magic he radiates... it could have merged with his snow. when he hit the water it froze around him. Lucian:*turns around and grins* This should be interesting.. the ice golem trudges out of the water, its yells incoherent, though if you concentrated you think it might be saying "betrayed" It sends a shower of ice shards down at you *His body lights up in flames of Hatred, then jumping into the golem* your searing heat melts straight through it, leaving a gaping hole in the middle. In the middle hole is a very small, broken soul, which turns to dust. The golem shudders, and turns into water, dousing the area. (grins at his work, he walks on, once again seeing the damned flower) I suppose you want to die too weed? Flowey looks almost intimidated. he's not doing a good job of hiding his nervousness. "unlikely, you overpowered idiot. I'm the prince of this world's future, and you'll get what's coming to you." (he ends up trying to fight back, which happens several times btw) (L guffaws) Goat boy, you had your chance long ago… Flowey starts to grow taller and taller, yet still staying proportional. His face turns dark and twisted. "Now's fine, you idiot" (L's host gains claws, wings, a scorpion-esque tail, and horns) Hehe, you pathetic creatures are all the same... Either too dumb to live, or too weak to fight… Flowey's vines strike the ground like spears, which you dodge successfully, but you get slashed across the arm (not too serious) by one of the last ones. "If it's dumb but it works then it's not dumb, trashbag." flowey says, grinning. (grins) The more damage you do to me, the stronger I become... (tail slashes him) “What? That doesn’t even make sense, you’re just saying that to look cool.” flowey retorts, curving his body away from the tail and sending a shower of pellets Then let me show you... (he realizes attacks that are supposed to do damage only give him more Hp, Atk, and Def.) "What the hell?! HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!?" He attacks you with all he has (he pins him to the ground, and stares into his eyes) You clearly don't realize what you're up against! "I..." shit! he thinks. I have to get away! he shrinks at an unexpected rate, weakening your hold of him. He wriggles back into the ground. "don't think this is over, barf brains." he heads for alphys' lab. (he grins and wanders on, wondering if there's any more monsters on the way to snowdin) You approach the bridge, Papyrus and sans waiting on the other side. "HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!" Deadly objects pop out of a wooden structure above and below the bridge. "WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN! ARE YOU READY? BECAUSE! I! AM! ABOUT! TO DO IT!" L: Go ahead.... "well? What's the holdup?" sans asks his bro. "HOLDUP? WHAT HOLDUP? I'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!" "that uh... doesn't look very activated." "WELL... THIS CHALLENGE SEEMS... MAYBE TOO EASY FOR THE HUMAN TO DEFEAT. YEAH! WE CAN'T USE THIS ONE! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS! THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS! AWAY IT GOES" The deadly devices retract into their positions, and papyrus sighs with relief. he runs off, and sans smiles at you awkwardly. "Well... I don't know what my brother is going to do now. Thanks for playing along, i really appreciate it. Just make sure you understand blue attacks, and you'll be fine." (Grins at him, and references his conflict with gaster) I wonder how your father would react..... Knowing you don't even try to save him.... Sans stiffens, his eyes wide and shocked. He rests his hand against his skull, thinking hard with a manic expression. "k-kid... how do you know about gaster?" (he chuckles) You'll know soon enough... (he walks into snowdin, no one seems to have evacuated yet) Sans watches you walk away, unsettled and shaken. He chuckles nervously, grabbing bunches of his sweater in his fists to keep them from shaking. "Heheh... that's right... they probably learned about him in a reset..." He lets go of his sweater, but his hands are still shaking, so he stuffs them into his pockets. His finger brushes against the cold surface of the knife he confiscated. He thinks to himself "I don't remember a reset where they faced gaster... Jeez, I don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He teleports to the entrance of the ruins, sitting down, looking exhausted from the stress. He knocks on the door without thinking. "Knock kno-" his eyes settle on the slight color difference between the snow and toriel's dust in front of him, and his soul squeezes painfully in his chest. He pulls his hood over his head and brings his knees to his chest, burying his head in them to keep warm. he thinks: "The kid's creepy, there's no denying it, but they've been okay so far. They looked genuinely scared and confused when tori-- It couldn't have been them. It had to be a mistake. In any case, they're good to Pap. I'm sure Papyrus will have fun with them... I have time. I'm just... so tired." His eyes close and he drifts to sleep. (explaining why he doesn't save papyrus) (he looks at all the people, he steps inside grillby's, which has no one but a certain fiery bartender at the moment...) His eyes narrow and he stops cleaning his glass. "I'm sorry, we've just closed." (he grins) Then I'll just take my order and leave... (gazes at him) Grillby stares back without any hint of emotion, clearly waiting for you to order. You can sense he's on edge, but nothing he does gives it away. *He grins and slashes at him* Your life. Grillby sort of expected this based on your behavior, so he dodges quickly and throws his glass at you. You dodge as well, but cause a large enough racket that the bear outside walks in. "hey what's goin' on in here? As mayor i need to know!"

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ggtwrites · 5 years

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Hope and a Flower Shop

florist!Taeyang you find yourself at a certain flower shop once again Word count: 2173

a/n: It is time once again for my annual florist au to celebrate my dear sunshine’s birthday! Yay! This is one of my favorite aus to write, I love it so much!!! And it’s a fun way to celebrate Taeyang’s birthday! I hope if you read it that you enjoy it!!!

You stepped through the door of the shop and the familiar scent of flowers surrounded you as the bell above the door tinkled. Although you had only been there once before, this was a place you would never forget. When you had last been there, it had been to avoid the rain, but this time you were there with a mission, and a hope.

The mission was to get a bouquet of beautiful flowers for your friend’s birthday, the hope was to see a certain handsome florist that worked there. Looking towards the counter, you were greeted by the sight of no one.

“Hello?” You asked with uncertainty in your voice, not seeing anyone amongst the flowers either.

“I’ll be out in a moment!” A voice called from somewhere behind the counter. It sounded like Taeyang, but you couldn’t be sure, it had been a while since you were last there. You glanced at the flowers as you waited, taking in the beauty all around you.

You heard footsteps and looking back to the counter you were greeted with the face you had been hoping to see. When he saw you, his face lit up with a warm smile. Perhaps not as bright a smile as when he talked about flowers, but all the same he did look happy to see you. “Hello, Y/N!” He said cheerfully, making his way towards you.

Blinking with surprise you looked at him. “You remembered my name?”

“Of course!” He said, still smiling warmly. “How could I forget someone like you?”

“Someone like me?” You questioned, trying to hide how flustered his attention made you. It was like the sun was shining directly on you, warming you completely.

Taeyang nodded his head, a smaller smile that was almost a smirk on his lips. “Yes, someone I was hoping to see again. But anyway, my happiness at getting to see you aside, what brings you to my little shop?”

“Oh, well,” you stumbled over your words, his warmth and his words overwhelming you. “I have a friend, with a birthday coming up soon. And I wanted to get them some flowers. I know they like flowers, but they don’t really have a favorite kind. And I remembered this place, and how much you know about flowers, so here I am.”

He smiled with another nod of his head. “Here you are indeed.” His smile faded and was replaced by a serious look on his face, all his focus now on flowers. “Well, does your friend have a favorite color? That might help to narrow down the options.”

You thought for a moment before replying. “Their favorite color is orange, but they also like pink and purple.”

Tapping his chin in thought, Taeyang walked back to the counter and pulled out a book. He gestured for you to come over, and when you did you saw that it was a book of flowers and bouquets. “These are all the different bouquets we currently have the stock to make, as well as some individual flowers if you’d like to make a custom bouquet,” he explained, “we can flip through this and see what would work best.”

“Oh,” he said, looking up from the book, on the verge of asking you a question. His eyes met yours and for a moment both of you forgot all words, trapped in the eyes of the other. The depth of his eyes drew you deeper and deeper, the deep brown color had a warmth to it that you found irresistible. He had such beautiful eyes, and a part of you wished you could gaze at them forever.

After the silence began to be uncomfortable, not a word spoken between the two of you, Taeyang managed to pull his eyes away, breaking the spell he had trapped you in. His cheeks seemed a little redder than they had been before, and yours felt warm.

With a cough he spoke, “Sorry. I mean, well, what I was going to say. You see, I forgot to ask you, what’s the budget for this bouquet for your friend?”

“Um.” Was all you could get out, still a little overwhelmed by the moment that had occurred between the two of you. With a shake of your head you were finally able to get more words out. “I don’t have a budget, I want this to be a really special gift for my friend, so I don’t care about cost.”

“Sounds like a special friend.” Taeyang commented thoughtfully, his voice a little cooler than you had heard before. But then he was back to his focused-on-flowers demeanor, flipping through the pages until he came to one in particular.

He turned the book around so you could see better as he began to point out some bouquets on the page. “This bouquet is a good one for celebrations, it has a lot of bright colors, with orange Asiatic Lilies as the highlight. It doesn’t have any purple flowers, but if you want a more focused color scheme this could be a good choice.” Besides the lilies that he had pointed out, the bouquet also had small red flowers that almost looked to be miniature lilies, soft pink flowers that looked like pom-poms, and fuchsia carnations. This arrangement of brilliantly colored flowers reminded you of the brightest part of a sunset.

You nodded and Taeyang continued on to the next bouquet, pointing to another brightly colored one. However, this one looked less like a sunset, with the creamy orange roses contrasting against the deep colors of the small purple flowers and pink daisies. It also had some yellow chrysanthemums and little bits of greenery, giving the whole bouquet a very vibrant look. “This one was especially designed for birthdays, with a special vase and a little decoration within the flowers.”

“And this bouquet is a lovely one for any occasion. It also has orange lilies, although of a different variety than the other one I showed you, along with sunflowers and pink roses. And,” he paused, looking up at you with a shy smile on his face, his eyes radiating a soft happiness, “it has some purple lisianthus.”

You nodded your head, “Oh yeah! I remember you mentioning them the last time I was here, you like them a lot, don’t you?”

He beamed at you, delighted that you had remembered. “Yes, they’re my favorite flower!”

Looking at the image on the page, you could see the lisianthus. You had learned what they looked like on your last visit, and they were the only purple flower in the bouquet, so it wasn’t hard to spot them. Besides the flowers Taeyang had mentioned, there were also some soft yellow flowers and green flowers accompanied by some soft bits of greenery.

As you studied his suggested bouquets, your finger thoughtfully tapped your chin as you hummed to yourself. It was a hard decision to make, all three options were such beautiful bouquets. However, you did need to decide. “I think I’ll rule out the one that doesn’t have purple,” you told the florist standing patiently next to you, “but between the other two I’m just not sure.”

You tapped your fingers on the pages of the book, your eyes scanning over the two bouquets, “I need to think about this, and pick a good one.”

“They’re all good ones,” Taeyang said with a quiet chuckle, “it’s more a matter of which one is right for the occasion.”

You nodded thoughtfully. “I see your point. I guess then I need to figure out which one is the right one for my friend. They really are so beautiful, it’s hard to choose.”

“Well,” Taeyang said slowly, “is there a certain type of feeling you’re trying to convey to your friend with this bouquet? Different ones will convey different things, even if the change is slight.”

You nodded, thinking about what he had said, “I want to show how much they mean to me, they’re such a wonderful friend, such a bright and cheerful person, I really treasure them. And I want to convey that I want them to have a wonderful birthday, because it’s what they deserve.”

“I see.” Taeyang looked at you thoughtfully. “After saying that out loud, do you feel more drawn to one of them?”

“I think, the special birthday one.” You were still a little unsure and it could be heard in your voice, but between the two it did feel more right to you.

In response to your decision you received a warm smile. “That’s a good choice, with the bright colors and the special birthday elements it’s one of my favorite bouquets for birthdays.”

“Why didn’t you say it was one of your favorites as you were showing them to me?” You asked him, your head tilting to the side.

“I didn’t want my opinion to influence yours,” the black-haired man admitted, “I believe that the bouquet someone picks should be the one they feel is the best for them, not the ones I like the best. Although, since you know my favorite flower it’s a little harder to be completely neutral.”

He seemed a little embarrassed to admit this, so you smiled warmly at him. “I think that’s admirable of you, thank you for letting me decide on my own. And knowing that you like it a lot makes me feel surer of my choice.”

“Oh?” He asked, his embarrassment replaced with a soft smile that was almost starting to turn into a smirk. “Does my opinion on flowers matter to you?”

“Well, yes,” you said. “Of course it does, you’re a florist after all, and you seem so passionate and knowledgeable about flowers, why wouldn’t your opinion matter to me?”

“Oh,” he said again, but softer, and not a question.

There was something about the gentle warmth in his eyes that made it hard for you to think, almost as if your thoughts were getting caught in the depths of them. Glancing down, you tried to focus back on the flowers, but it was hard with him standing there looking at you.

“Anyway,” you said, trying to find a subtle way to avoid his eyes so you could make sure to get your words out properly. “I think the birthday bouquet is the right one. I like it a lot, I like the birthday-ness of it, and you like it as well. That’s a good enough reason for me.”

“Alright then!” he nodded and started to make his way over to the cash register, the book in his hand. “When is your friend’s birthday?”

You had memorized the day long ago, your friend’s birthday something you never wanted to forget. “It’s about three weeks from now. Is that enough time? I’ve never ordered a bouquet like this before.”

“That means that you can chose the exact day you want to pick them up.” The florist beamed as he continued, “Coming in ahead of time was a really good idea, most people wait until the last minute and then get upset when we can’t get their bouquet finished in time, but three weeks is plenty of time! When do you want to pick it up?”

As soon as you told him the date he wrote it down in the shop’s order book along with your name, phone number, and the bouquet you had chosen. After that he rung up the bouquet on the register and your mission was complete.

Taeyang handed you a slip of paper. “Bring this when you come to pick up your bouquet and you’ll be all set. Call the number at the bottom if you have any questions between now and your pick up. Thank you for ordering a bouquet from Sweet Petal Florals.”

After finishing his little speech, he gave you another brilliant smile. “It was lovely picking out a bouquet with you, please come again if you ever need another bouquet or any type of flower. Also,” he added, “if you ever need shelter from the rain again, I certainly wouldn’t mind your company.”

“Oh,” you said, a little flustered. “Thank you. It was um, lovely picking out a bouquet with you too. Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.” His voice was low and sweet, his eyes soft and warm, and you found your cheeks starting to heat up.

You nodded, and with a smile and wave you said, “I hope you have a good rest of your day, Taeyang! Thank you again!”

As you were turning to leave you heard his reply, “The same to you, Y/N! Come again any time!”

The bell above the door tinkled and you were outside. The cool air was refreshing after getting so flustered at the end of your encounter with the handsome florist. You sighed. Talking to someone so charming was not easy on your heart. You tucked your bouquet slip into your pocket and started walking, away from the flower shop you were definitely going to visit again.

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Could you do a scenario where bakugou and the reader have a huge crush on eachother and they're both oblivious? Kirishima gives bakugou a dare to kiss the next person who walks through the door and at first he's like "what no, fuck off" then when the reader walks in, he's like "fine, only because you dared me to" thank you!!!!💘💖💘💟

Aaaaaaaa !! This was a cute ask and I loved it so much. I hope you like it! There was no gender that was specifically assigned so I made it gender neutral, I hope you don’t mind. It also got p long-Bomb

They sighed, picking attheir lunch food with the chopsticks in their hand. Their other hand rested ontheir cheek, pointer finger tapping on their cheek bone. They sighed again,this time, a breathier one, moving the soba around the plate and to the veryedge before picking it up and letting it fall onto the plate again

“You’re going to fillthe air with more carbon dioxide than oxygen at this rate, s/o” Kirishima said,picking up some of his meal and putting it into his mouth, his sharp and sharklike teeth easily tearing the hunk of meat to shreds

“Oh shut it.” Theysmiled, putting down their chopsticks

“Are you still thinkingof him? Now? While you’re eating?” Sero looked at them with a concerned face,seeing their soba not touched

“Ah, im sorry. I just,can’t stop?” They picked up their chopsticks again and grabbed some soba withthem, filtering it into their mouth and sucking them up, chewing on the noodlesto keep their mouth occupied

“No its just, this isthe third day in a row I haven’t seen you eat a whole meal because youve beenmore and more focused on Bakugou”

They chewed their food, their eyebrows crinkling as a confused and mufflednoise came from their throat. Had they really not been eating because they werethinking about him so much? Oops… that would explain the increased after schoolappetite and why they were so hungry at the end of the day. They swallowedtheir food, and voiced a part of their thoughts

“Have I really not beeneating?”

“Yeah. You should reallyeat bro, or i’m gonna have to start feeding you.” Kaminari butted in, liftinghis arm across the table with a piece of Yakitori that he picked today, sinceLunch Rush was lacking his usual favorite hamburgers today

They backed away, butKaminari kept moving forward. His efforts to make them eat some of his chosenmeal were futile, as a flaming ash haired blond came in unusually late,slamming his hand on the table, smoking and about to explode. His mouth wassculpted into his usual scowl and frown, and beautiful crimson eyes locked ontoKaminari

“They can eat their owndamn food, Pikachu! Now get your arm off the table before I blow it off!”Bakugou, s/o’s long time crush since the sports festival, yelled at Kaminari

He backed off, butinstead of a scared look, he was smirking at Sero and Kirishima, like he knewsomething s/o and Bakugou didn’t

S/o cocked their head atthem, but got distracted when Bakugou forcefully moved them over into the boothseat, but it wasn’t quite aggressive, more like a guiding touch to teach themto move over when he comes around. He placed his rather large hand on theirshoulder, not smoking anymore as he placed his other hand on their knee, movingthem against the wall

They made a small noiseof surprise when their entire body moved with ease, and their Soba was placedin front of them as Bakugous Tantanmen was put in their place

They could still feelBakugou’s hands lingering on their skin, even if they weren’t near their bodyanymore. It’s like his touch was being scanned and printed onto their skin,leaving a mark that would soon fade away

Their face became alittle warm. Why didn’t he just shove them to the side? He would have done thatwith anyone else? Maybe he’s tired. Yeah, he’s just tired, he probably doesn’thave the energy to be rude like that

They shook their headand picked up their chopsticks once more and put some more soba on them,dipping them into the sauce. They sunk into the dark sauce, soaking up itscontents before they were picked back up, dripping wet as they put them intotheir mouth, slurping them up

“GUYSSSS!!!” A highpitched voice came running across the lunch room. The owner of the voice landedin front of the booth, revealing none other than Mina, a happy smile all acrossher face as her caramel pupils lit up with a new light contrasting to her jetblack sclera

Her voice scared themfrom the peace of their noodles, and for the 4th time this lunch period, theyset down their lunch and just opted to not eat anymore as they slid the tray tothe middle of the table, crossing their arms and leaning into the seat with ascowl resembling Bakugou’s on their face

“Hey, Ashido! What’sup?” Kaminari greated her, pulling a Yakitori ball off his skewer and chewingit as Kirishima greeting her as well

“Guess what?!” Sheasked, but before anyone could respond, she blurted it out anyway. “Aizawaisn’t assigning homework over the weekend so we’re free to do whatever wewant!” She jumped into the seat that sat Bakugou and S/o, pushing Bakugou intothem

His instincts kicked inand he reached over S/o with his right arm, grabbing onto the booth wall thatseparated them from the next booth over as well as grabbing the table with hisleft hand, preventing his body from ramming into theirs

By this time, S/o hadtried to take cover from Bakugou into them, holding their forearm in front ofthem as if to protect them from Bakugou falling into them. And when they feltnothing, they looked up, seeing themself trapped between the seat and Bakugou

Bakugou’s eyes weresqueezed shut, like he was anticipating himself to have crashed into them. Butwhen he opened his eyes, he was no more than a few inches away from S/o’s face.He could see colorful specks of similar color to their eyes in them, creating amystical glow. He could see their lashes, and he could feel their body heat

Unfortunately, themoment lasted no more than a few seconds before Bakugou’s face got a warm hueto it, and he turned himself around, giving Mina an earful as he tried towrestle his hand to her face, palms smoking as he was prepared to fire a shotat her

Bakugou’s head wasfilled with the image of their face. How perfect it looked underneath him. Howthey curiously stared up at him, as if confused by the way he put his armsaround them, shielding them from himself crashing into them with a hurtfulforce. Why did he do that? And why didn’t they look scared of him as everyoneelse would? Why didn’t they fear him?

They must be underestimating him, that’s what it is! They were underestimatinghim! His crush of all people was underestimating him! Damn…

“Aaa!! Bakugou Im sorry!I’ll move!” Ashido screeched as Bakugou was still seething with anger, handssmoking as she escaped his grasp, going to the other side of the booth andweaving her way in between Kaminari and Kirishima

“You better be sorry! Ialmost just crushed S/o into a flapjack!” He yelled, pointing an accusingfinger at her while she hid between the two

“And why should you careabout whether you crushed them or not, hm?” Kaminari asked, holding a straightface as he continued to eat his meal. Everyone looked to Bakugou, staring athim for an answer

Bakugou opened his mouthto yell at him, but he couldn’t find the words to say, as the reason why wasbecause he liked them, but they were right fucking there!!!!! He couldn’t justsay it!!!! Even for as blunt and rude of a guy he is, this was something hecouldn’t say!!!!

S/o seemed to notice theuncomfortable and frustrated energy coming off of him as he couldn’t find ananswer, so as to not make their hopes run higher than they already were, theyturned to Ashido, asking her a clarification question

“Really? No homework?Why?”

It seemed to cause a largeenough distraction from Bakugou as the table turned their attention to the pinkgirl, awaiting an answer

Her face lit up like astar as she sat back up, clapping her hands. “I don’t know!! That’s just thething though. Since there’s no homework tonight, what do you guys think about asleepover?!” Her hands clapped together excitedly, looking towards everyone“Ah, sorry, I can’t. My mother is coming down with a cold and I have to bethere all weekend to take care of her so my dad can catch up on workdays thathe missed.” Sero admitted sadly

“Aw, it’s ok Sero. Yourmother’s health is important, we understand.” S/o leaned forward, her bodyslightly pressing against Bakugous as they across the table and took Seros handin their, giving it a squeezeHis cheeks blushed barely noticeable, but he smiled and nodded. If Bakugou hadto be honest, he had to stop himself from relaxing his face to stare at s/o,seeing them able to calm someone down and brighten their mood in nearly aninstant was something he liked in their character, something that he couldn’tdo, but would be great for their hero work“That’s too bad Sero. I’ll come though Mina, I got you” Kaminari ate the lastof his Yakitori, sliding the empty dish to the middle

“And i’d love to cometoo Mina, I don’t have anything to do and my parents are gonna be out of townfor a few days in a business trip, so the house is gonna be a little lonelywhile they’re gone”

“Yay!! What about youKirishima? Bakugou?”

“Sure, why not? Soundsfun” Kirishima put the last of his meat in his mouth, sliding his dish to themiddle of the table where s/o’s and Kaminaris sat, empty

“Like hell i’ll come.”Bakugou spat out, eating his Tantanmen in large mouthfuls

“Aw. Come on Bakugou!It’s going to be fun at Mina’s house! I’m sure of it!” they pinched his sleevebetween the side of the pointer finger and clamping it with their thumb,tugging it

“Yeah dude! It’s Minashouse for All Mights sake, you gotta know it’s fun!” Kirishima came in as well,leaning across the table with a little smile on his face seeing s/o’s realizinglook of what they just did, and seeing Bakugou not so scowly anymore

“Pleaaaase Bakugou?”Mina clapped her hands together and laced her fingers, holding them in front ofher as if to beg him

He growled, turning awayfrom S/o as he begrudgingly agreed to go

Everyone cheered as thebell to signal lunch time was over, and everyone grabbed their food and placedit in their respectable waste bins before putting the reusable trays into adrop bin, making their way to their next class

“Where are they?!” Minacomplained for the sixth time in fifteen minutes, not seeing S/o walk insidethe door yet. Bakugou and Kirishima had arrived for the sleepover early, andwere now sitting on the couch in more comfortable attire“Maybe they’re just running late? Did you try texting them?” Kirishima reachedfor his phone, ready to text them“I already did shitty hair.” Bakugou barked across the room, shutting off hisphone and putting it into his pocket. “S/o’s shitty fucking dog sitter was sickso they had to hurry and bring it to their aunts. They’ll be here in ten minutes”

“Ok… what aboutKaminari?”

“You really expect me tokeep tabs on the fucking Pikachu all damn day?”

“But you keep tabs onS/o?”

“Shut the hell up shittyhair!” His face flashed into a red hue

Suddenly, Kirishima’sphone got a buzz, the screen lighting up with a message from none other thanKaminari

“Kaminari will be alittle late, he said he’ll also be here in ten minutes”

“Yay!!! They didn’t bailon us!” Mina’s limbs seemed to just shoot up in the air as she fell back intothe armchair, happy

“No shit, raccoon eyes”

The next few minuteswere spent in solemn silence, none of them realizing just how unalive the groupis without Kaminari or S/o here to lighten things up and cause a riot. TillKirishima suggested they play a game while they wait

“Oooo, what kinda game?”Mina asked, propping herself up in the chair right, sliding down it and towardsthe coffee table in the middle of the room

“I don’t know, truth ordare? Just something simple before they both arrive”

“Oooo, I haven’t playedthat game in a while! Come on Bakugou, get down here and play!” Mina urgedBakugou to the floor as Kirishima slid off his chosen couch, seating himselfnext to the table

“No way in hell am Igoing to play a little kids game-” He began, but Kirishima cut him off. “Great!I’ll start off. Bakugou. I dare you to kiss whoever walks in through that doornext.” Kirishima smiled a toothy smile, showing every single shark and sharklike tooth that Bakugou wanted to knock right the hell out of his head

“Excuse me?! Who thehell do you think you are?! No way in hell am I going to do tha-”His voice fellshort again as the door to the living room swung open, revealing S/o in a warmsweater and sweatpants, fit for the cool weather of the summer nights. It wasgreatly oversized, probably coming from their fathers closet rather than theirown, making them look smaller

“Sorry guys! Dog sittergot sick out of nowhere!” They kicked their shoes off at the door, closing itwith a click of the doorknob

Bakugou was shockedstill, Mina and Kirishima looking from S/o to Bakugou as they sat next to him.His mouth was stupidly agape as he looked at them. It wasn’t till he heardstifled giggling that he was released from his trance, eyes flickering toKirishima for a brief moment before he spoke

“Fine, but only becauseyou dared me to.” He turned to S/o, seeing them confused. He imagined himselfaggressively grabbing their face and turning their head towards himself, buthis actions were much more calming and less violent than his imagination

His hand reached out ashis scowl released from his face, becoming more and more worryful with everysecond that passed. They barely had time to react before his lips were placedon theirs

Mina and Kirishimawhistled at the both of them, watching as S/o’s eyes fluttered closed and theykissed back

Kaminari opened thedoor, hearing the whistling too as he saw the both of the them kissing, andjoined in too, taking out his phone and recording the scene

“It’s about time theyfound out! I was about to opt for plan B and just lock them in a closet!”

“There was a plan B?!”

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shadeofazmeinya · 5 years

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Solar (5/?)

Chapter Summary:

“Let’s start with a color. What’s your favorite one?”

Gavin blinked, having not really thought of that in a long, long time. He tilted his head back, looking to the ceiling until a faint memory came to him.“Green.”

A/N: yay update! Good thing that I’m ahead on chapters cause man this past few weeks were hard. Again reblogs are really, really appreciated because tags aren’t allowing this to spread. Thank you so much!!

[AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17319107/chapters/42228863

“I can’t fucking believe you haven’t been to the candy shop here,” Jeremy beams as he leads Gavin and Michael along, winding through the city. The bright sun warms their skin, the chilled breeze comforting as they pass through hurried people and reflecting buildings.

“I told you, I haven’t been here long,” Gavin laughs, shifting the few crumpled bills in his pockets, following as the boys were determined to take him on a good shopping spree.

He’s been living with them for a few weeks and Gavin’s never known what joy a simple life like this could lead. The little flower shop is quaint and gets a lot of business, which Gavin hadn’t expected. He never really thought so many people would buy so many flowers. But he likes working there, Jack is very patient in teaching him how to arrange bouquets and how to care for the plants that rest in pots. And he enjoys the work, learning from him all the different types of plants, all their names and colors. Most of his time so far has been helping Jack arrange them and wrapping neat little bows around the wrappings and pots, but he enjoys every minute.

He’s learned that Jeremy mostly works with supplies. Partially because he can easily lift the crates of pots and fertilizer that comes in, but also because he seems to enjoy the role of keeping track of all of it. He knows the name of all the delivery drivers and Gavin can hear them chatting for a while outside with each shipment.

Geoff and Michael work with the customers most often. Geoff helps the customers that come in person, while Michael claims the phone every chance he gets. Geoff is a pretty friendly bloke, even in the short time Gavin’s lived with them he’s noticed quickly that he’s a people person. With a big smile and an entertaining story always on his lips.

Michael was a bit of a surprise, Gavin picked up that he has an absolutely rancid mouth but is bloody hilarious. Especially when they play games together at night, watching Michael get more and more furious only made him funnier and funnier with the insults he pulled out of his ass. Despite all of this, he still did well with customers. At least most of the time.

Most of his time so far has been spent at the shop or the apartment, the work taking up their time until they’re eating dinner and sprawling across the couch at the end of the day. The weekends were busier too; the shop open still on Saturday, but Sunday was just for them. And recently, mostly for them to spend time getting to know Gavin.

Last Sunday was spent with Geoff and Jack, who decided to pile into the one car they all share and take him to a thrift store to get some extra pairs of clothes. Geoff insisted on it, claiming Gavin needed to not smell, but they seemed excited about it all the same.

“What kind of t-shirts do you want?” Jack had said as they roamed through the shelves of color and cotton and strange designs.

Gavin shrugged. “I don’t know? What kind of t-shirts are there?”

“It’s not exactly a wide variety. Usually just really strange graphic Ts,” Geoff hummed as he went through the pile. “Let’s start with a color. What’s your favorite one?”

Gavin blinked, having not really thought of that in a long, long time. He tilted his head back, looking to the ceiling until a faint memory came to him. “Green.”

Geoff smiled and nodded and it didn’t take too long before they were handing Gavin a pile of shirts and jeans to try on, earning a small collection of clothing for him to wear and keep. Jack would laugh every time Gavin found something ridiculous to try on and laughed even more when Gavin actually took a shine to the salmon shorts and mismatching rainbow shoes that he found concealed in the back. Geoff would comment about how fucking weird it looked, but let Gavin add it to the ‘to buy’ pile when he flashed his big eyes to him.

Gavin beamed as it was all topped off with a nice jacket. Geoff and Jack didn’t seem to think it was that great, but Gavin loved it. Even if it sat a little loosely on his frame, it gave him something warm to cut out the chill. The last item was a soft, knitted green scarf. Gavin loved it on sight as he wrapped the scarf around his neck, burying his nose into the fabric. It still smelled like the store, but it was warm. In the end, they had bought a pretty nice starting pile of clothing and shoes for him. Gavin thanked them the entire drive home as he held the plastic bags sitting all around him.

During the time he’s spent with them, and the somewhat ominous way he came to them, they didn’t pry into his history. Which made Gavin glad, as there was a lot he didn’t want to talk about. Or know where to even start. But it didn’t stop the curious glances from them every now and again. Like when Gavin didn’t know some of the video games they’d play, even ones them claimed were popular. Or when he doesn’t have any understanding of how to cook. All the little things Gavin realizes slowly he should know but doesn’t. If they’d ask, he’d just say he’s lived a sheltered life. Until then, he’ll just ignore the looks and keep learning quickly what he needs to. Hoping they never dig further.

Now, however, they were walking through the streets, big, excited smiles on their faces. The two other boys had found out the day before Gavin hadn’t visited this apparently world-renowned candy store and wanted to show Gavin everything about it.

“Jeremy will deny it, but he has the biggest sweet tooth,” Michael laughs as they finally slow, approaching a bundle of stores. “And all the chocolate here is made from scratch or something like that. It’s almost too sweet, but I’ve seen this prick eat three large bars in like a minute.”

“Hey! It was at least like five minutes,” Jeremy chuckles. “But it’s seriously good. And you need to try it, Gav.”

The store itself is small, Gavin notices first. A store like many other of the city, shoved and squished between others, buried at the bottom of the skyscrapers that loom over. It’s distinguishable still, a pastel sign with cursive writing of the name that Gavin couldn’t make out. A rainbow of lollipops and gumdrops sat in the windows, rows of more stretched out behind it. Gavin’s never seen so many sweets gathered in one spot. He doesn’t realize he stopped walking until Michael’s patting his shoulder. “It’s even better inside,” he grins.

Gavin nods, letting him lead them past the heavy doors. The bright colors hang all around them as they step in from the street, twinkling music echoing through the store. Gavin’s mouth hung open as he looked around, eyes scanning as he tries to take in every sight. He hears Jeremy laugh besides him, nudging him lightly in that careful way he is with touching people. “Chocolate section’s this way,” he points.

It isn’t hard to find, Jeremy groaning already as they glance through the assortment sprawled across the shelves. Gavin plucks a simple milk chocolate bar as Jeremy sweeps through a bunch, earning bright laughter from Michael. Gavin quirks a smile back, glancing through the rest of the store to see if there’s something else he wants to try.

As he’s looking around, something catches in the corner of his eye. A familiar color, familiar shape on someone’s clothing that makes him stiffen and mouth go dry. Blue, distinct curled letters, a swirl. A logo shaped in an orb with wind swirled inside it. An image Gavin remembers in painful flashes.

He blinks and then it is gone, the shopping crowd changing around him and he can’t spot it again. It pulls a frown from him, the feeling of ice running down his spine. He surely had gotten away. He’s hidden enough. Gavin pulls his scarf up to cover more of him, turning to stand closer to the other boys, hoping it was just a trick of his mind.

Michael’s eyebrows furrow as he looks to him, following where Gavin’s gaze had been. “You ok? Is there something we need to worry about?”

Gavin shakes his head, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he had held. “No. It’s nothing, just thought I saw something I recognized.”

Michael narrows his eyes a moment, and Gavin dreads that he was going to ask, but he doesn’t, shrugging. “If you say so. Now, if all we’re here for is the chocolate, we ready to pay and go? We need to show you the rest of this city.”

They buy the candy, Jeremy chomping down on one of his bars as they slip back to the street. He gives an exaggerated groan, head falling back as he eats. “Fucking hell, these are so good.”

Gavin giggles, opening his as well to see what all the hype is about. And Jeremy is right, it is sweet, the flavor hitting him the second he takes a bite. The chocolate melts in his mouth and a groan escapes him as well. “These are really good, J.”

“Told ya,” Jeremy mumbles through a mouthful.

“Oh my God, if you’re both hooked on these…” Michael sighs, shaking his head.

They tour the rest of the city while they’re out and off for the day. It seems brighter when Gavin’s walking around with them from when he was hiding in alleys and digging for food to eat. They boys point out various things as they go around, parks Gavin had avoided, now filled with birds and people walking dogs, a gorgeous marble water fountain that sits off with the colder weather, and a few more common stores and restaurants the others have been to that Gavin had dug through the dumpsters behind them but never been in.

It’s another great day that shows to Gavin he’s gotten lucky to be here. The familiar symbol from the candy store is already forgotten as he grins and laughs and enjoys his new favorite sweets. His heart soars and he can’t help but feel that life is going to go right from here.

That feeling only lasts two more days.

It’s early afternoon, a quieter time in the shop, and Gavin’s sitting in the back working on tying a bow around a new tiny pot. He doesn’t look up as the bells jingle from the front door. Geoff’s the one up front after all. He greets the customers and Gavin can hear his voice coming through as he does so for whoever it is. Gavin doesn’t hear what’s said, biting his lip as he fumbles with the bow, trying to make it bend just right. But Geoff’s voice stops and another voice answers, a voice that makes Gavin’s heart stop the second it reaches his ears.

He recognizes that voice. He knows that voice, a rough voice he had thought he had gotten away from. A person he thought he was hidden from. Gavin jumps out of his chair, a need to hide, or run or something filling every sense. He presses against the wall, ducking behind where the door would open as he more of their voices start coming through.

“--should have a British accent, blonde hair, big nose, about this tall. Have you seen anyone like this?”

Gavin swallows, ice running up his spine. They are looking for him. Oh bloody hell, they’re looking for him.

“You know,” Geoff’s voice comes next and Gavin’s breath is punched out of he lungs. He can’t will his feet to move but they should. He should run. Before Geoff turns him in, before he has to go right back. Geoff would, he has no reason to keep him safe. Maybe he can get out before it’s too late-

“I don’t believe I’ve seen someone like that come in here,” Geoff finishes and Gavin stills as he needs a second to have the words repeat over in his head. “There was a British old lady a few weeks back if you mean that. Not many other British people, I would’ve noticed the accent.”

The person sighs and there’s a long moment of no more words being said where all Gavin could hear his blood in his head, chest in pain as he pants. “Alright,” the voice says, sounding disappointed, skeptical. “Well, I’m going to give you a card with a number to call if this person comes in. He’s a dangerous man, you’ll be doing a duty to others by reporting him.”

“I’ll be sure to do that should someone come in matching that description. Now, if you need help getting flowers, I can help with that too. There’s a two for one deal-”

Footsteps sound walking away and silence fills until the bell rings again and the door is closed. Gavin slumps to the ground, head thumping to the wall as his hands shake, finally air returning to him. He isn’t going back. Not right now.

He glances down and sees his hands were bright, a glow flickering in the room from cracks spread down his hands. Gavin gasps and clenches his hands together, shoving them into his pockets to dampen it. Just as some of the light decreases, the door pushes open and Geoff’s face bursts in. He spots Gavin as he’s curled to the floor and his eyes narrow.

“You need to tell me who that is and what is going on. Now.”

#solar #ragehappy #fake ah crew #fahc #freewood #superpowers au #fahc superpowers au #please let me know if you're enjoying this #im hoping the pacing of this is ok #theres a big time jump here #hope it reads well!

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agustdef · 5 years

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Here & Now - Chapter 1

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 1,963

Warning: None.

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn

Author’s Note: This is my first time posting fanfic so I hope it’s alright. I’m going to try and update at least once a week.

"Kendall!" The shrill voice barely registered through the music blasting through my ears. Pausing the track I pushed off my headphones and turned around. I was met with my friend, Matthew, glaring me down.

"Can I help you?"

He rolled his eyes, plopping onto the couch next to my work station.

"You've been ignoring emails, calls, and texts all day. You know those time-sensitive ones that need responses asap."

"Oh calm down, I still have ti..." My voice trailed off when I glanced at the clock on the wall. Four thirty flashed at I'd realized eight hours had passed since I'd come in, instead of the three I'd thought it to be.

"You would think that Ana bringing you the breakfast you ordered and then the lunch from the meeting we had would tip you off. Sometimes you worry me, Kendall. Your brain still working?" Matthew was clearly amused.

My mouth opened and closed, not one comeback surfacing. If I was honest he wasn't wrong, per se. Often when focused on a task it felt like my brain refused to function beyond that. Nothing else mattered and it would last for hours, or days like it did that one time where production deadlines were pushed up from a week out to four days. It didn't help that my sense of time regardless of what I was doing.

"Shut up. Just tell me why you're here."

Matthew being the jerk he is just continued to smile at me, languishing in my annoyed state. He enjoyed rendering my speechless way too much. I think it was because it was the only time he could win against me.

When minutes passed and silence became too much I grabbed a crumpled wrapper from my desk and launched it at his face. His arms waved about in a panicked manner as if he hadn't watched the trash sail through the air and into his face.

"Chop, chop I have things to do."

Picking up the wrapper he launched it back at me, missing by a foot. He seemed less than pleased, but didn't grab anything else to complete his retaliation.

"As I was saying," he huffed, "you've not answered anything all day. There's some stuff double checking sessions, post-production information, two tracks you need to look over, some requests. Oh and obviously that thing from Hals."

"I dare you to call her that to her face."

"What? No. We're not close and that would be weird." His cheeks turned red and he glanced everywhere but at me.

It was so cute. "Your crush is showing."

"I don't have a crush. She's not my type." He scoffed.

It was my turn to scoff and to roll my eyes. I had no clue why he always used that as an excuse. "It's perfectly healthy to acknowledge that even though you are not attracted to female and femme people that they are attractive. Don't know why you weirdos fail to understand you can appreciate a person's beauty without having a thing for them."

Matthew groaned, throwing himself back against the couch. No doubt he was tired of having that conversation with me, but I needed him to get it together. Nothing about being flustered about someone's level of attractiveness meant that you were something you weren't.

Another dramatic sigh from him and he sat up again. "Anyways... you should get those out of the way and then go home. Seeing as I know you have a full day for both your jobs tomorrow. And because you're only here working on your own stuff and not for a client."

Arguments presented themselves in my head, but none of the came out. I was in no mood to back and forth with him all day. Plus, he wasn't wrong yet again. I'd finished working on a song for an upcoming album an hour after I arrived and had only been emptying my head of all the beats locked in there. They tended to be like plot bunnies and those rarely left my head unless I gave them some attention.

"Better idea. I go home and answer the emails." He went to interrupt me, but I held up a finger. "With the promise of getting it all done by seven thirty and sending you images of my empty inbox. As well as the sent box."

For a second he stared me down, eyes narrowed. You could see the gears turning in his head and it almost looked like he'd say no.

"Okay. Go straight home and get it done. I will let myself in if none of that is done and will micromanage the whole process."

He stood and so did I, move in for a hug.

"And stop blocking Marcus when he annoys you. He, your agent, shouldn't have to send me to tell you this stuff," he said as he pulled away.

"Will do."

With one parting glare he left the studio, leaving me to myself. For a moment I just stood there, tired washing over me as I finally realized how long I'd been awake. The night was spent pumping out a scene that had come just as REM sleep was hitting and I'd only gotten about an hour and a half before coming in. I'd knock out the moment I got home if I had my way, but I had stuff to do. So much stuff.

Taking a deep breath I pushed a stray braid behind my ear and got to work cleaning up. Most of the stuff was sitting piled neatly together, so I shoved it into the trash can. Once the bag was tied and next to my door I replaced it and gathered my other stuff. I'd left my laptop at home, so I just shoved my notebooks into my bag along with my chargers. After sending myself everything and saving it in a million different locations I shut it all done and left.

A few people were heading out with me, the workday finishing for everyone. We all nodded in greeting, but thankfully no one stopped to chat. By the time I reached the exit the Uber I ordered awaited me outside and I hopped in. The universe had to love me because besides a greeting my college-age driver didn't say a word to me.

On the ride home I skimmed my emails via phone and noticed that a lot of them weren't even that pressing. Most were just quick things that I could answer right then and there. And of course there was the email from Halsey, but I already knew what it had to say and I didn't have the information she needed with me. As I sifted through the emails about wanting to work with me I saw one that was interesting, but before I could open it we came to a stop.

Glancing up I noticed we were at my building and got out with a quick bye. Walking in I waved at the woman at the security desk and ran to the elevator whose doors were closing quickly. I just barely slid through, hurting my hip a little from it hitting it.

"Shit."

Rubbing it only irritated the area and I was sure I'd have a light bruise by morning. Why I continued to try and squeeze my hips through things knowing that there wasn't enough room I was unsure. One day I would learn. Though probably not.

By the time I reached the inside of my apartment the throbbing had dulled a bit, but increased in frequency. Reaching down to take off my shoes at the door was no, so I had to kick them haphazardly onto the rack.

As I assumed I felt the urge to face plant onto my couch or bed upon entry, but I fought it off. I needed to eat and handle the emails, but I'd drift the moment my fingers stopped typing. So, I rushed to the bathroom, stripped and hopped into the shower. The scorching heat put some pep into me and made me forget all about those articles that said overtly hot showers were bad for you.

Fifteen minutes later I emerged refreshed and with wet braids. Putting on my shower cap was an option but my box braids were almost done for and I couldn't be bothered to try and protect them.

Once I was dry and dressed in a too big shirt and cotton booty shorts I moved to my studio. For a second I thought about working on the track I started at the office, but I knew that I'd spend all my time doing that and only that. It almost sent me out of the studio and took the office I had set up in the spare room, but I needed a lesson in self-control.

Booting everything up I absentmindedly fiddled with the rubix cube I kept on the desk, but never actually tried to solve. After a few seconds, the silence got to me.

"Alexa."

The device glowed from where it was placed on a shelf in the corner.

"Play Always and Forever playlist."

Several seconds later she complied and HyunA's Cause I'm God Girl came on. A smile formed as I hummed along to the song. It was one of my favorites by her. Working with her was still on my goal board and it felt so close and yet so far.

Finally, my computer was ready to go, so I logged in and ignored the call that the icon for my software put out. There was one mission and one mission only. The same urge came when I logged in and saw the copy of the chapter I'd finished sitting in my inbox, but I ignored that as well.

"Focus ya weirdo."

I sped through the rest of the easier emails and forwarded the ones that requested me to work with them to Marcus with a yay or nay. It was technically his job to look and then show me the options, but I preferred to see them myself first.

When I reached Halsey email I almost rolled my eyes, a small laugh at her overly sweet wording. Though cute it made me question if I was being buttered up for something, since she tended to do that when she knew I wouldn't agree or that I was on the fence.

By the time I'd sent her over the tracks similar to what she was looking for, some files of vocals she'd done when I worked with her before and my schedule for the next month my speakers went through two other songs and was playing BTS' Baepsae.

Everything else was taken care of, which left the email I'd seen while in the car. Its subject line was normal, giving nothing away but something about it just felt different. Opening it up the difference jumped out immediately. Korean filled the screen and for a moment my brain shut down. After a deep breath, my eyes scanned the text, slowly decoding what it said. I tripped here and there, because even after ten years of learning it sometimes words were forgotten.

At the end I felt like I'd read the entire thing wrong, my chest was moving rapidly and I didn't know if I should be excited or if this was some cruel joke. Once the Korean stopped English started, all of it relaying what I'd just read. I frantically read until the completion, looking for the words that had sent me into a tizzy and there they were.

Our artist and producer SUGA/Min Yoongi would like it very much if you consider his offer to work together.

J-Hope finished out Baepsae just as I slumped in my chair.

"Holy shit."

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What No One Tells you....

…..about losing weight and getting Healthy.

Alright, so one of my rare ranting moments, what you’re not warned about when you start getting healthy or losing weight for your own health.

1. Buying Clothing for yourself, is a pain in the ass!

~If you live on your own, pay your own bills, pay for your own groceries etc…You also know the pain of buying clothing. Now, for me, I get to see both sides of the scale. I get to see my Partner, who happens to be much smaller (weight-wise) than I am, and then you have my big fluffy ass. Where my partner can get a cheap tank if they need, I have to spend almost $20 to get one that actually fits me without riding up the belly or being defeated by the BOOBS of DOOM! Even my partner has commented on how drastic the price differences are for clothing. Now imagine, you are losing weight, no longer do you fit the ‘fat girl’ clothing well without looking like a 50 year old stereotype aged soccer mom, and I am too big to fit into what is considered regular clothing. (And I will be ranting about that later because ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?) So you either have to cough up the big bucks for clothing that you know you’ll not be able to wear in a few months and will be trying to donate to a place that will actually give clothing to people in need, or you end up looking like that 50 year old person who doesn’t care about being 'fashion forward’. Now this second style most would say “But hey, at least you’re comfy!”. Like, yea, that would be awesome! I get to lose weight and be super comfy, yay! But NO! That is not the case. Half the day you’re pulling your pants up afraid that you’re going to moon someone because there are 'no’ pants that fit you right after that first single time! you’re shirts are so baggy that they get caught on doorknobs, tangled in the fat on your arms, or boobs and at worst, get tangled in that said boob when all three things happen all at once when you are carrying all those groceries on the bus because cars are expensive dammit, and suddenly your shirt is pulled down so far that this 'comfy’ piece of clothing is exposing you. But the worst part, is how it makes you feel. I mean, I am trying to get healthy, and finally be comfortable in my skin, not because of media, but because being fat is exhausting thank you. Those loose pieces of clothes that you have to pay an arm and a leg for, make you feel…well…awkward. More so that you already feel. I hate it. I’m trying to lose weight for my health and self esteem (Don’t get me wrong, I am damn fabulous and I know it) but I want to look down and see my damn toes. The price and self image that the clothing brings, does not help.

2. People are MEAN when you’re trying to get healthy!

~Holly crackers are being just mean! I cannot tell you how many times I have been shamed for what I am trying to do! But here’s the kicker, it ain’t the skinny ones being this mean, it’s girls (not many guys care or ask questions about it) that are my size or larger. Now, here’s a story of when I first started losing weight.

(Little background here, I use to be a cashier at a USA Chain store and I was good at my job, this is a conversation between me an a woman who was the same size as me)

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Me: “Hi! Thanks for shopping with us did you find everything today?” *Starts scanning her items and bagging*

Customer: “I did thank you.”

Me: “So, how’s your day been today?” (Now for this, I always use my genuine voice because you know what, everyone needs someone to just talk too)

Customer: “It’s ok…..Wait, I’ve seen you here before, you look different.”

Me: *All happy proud that someone other than my epic Partner sees my hard work* “Yeah! I’ve lost about 55lbs in about 3 months! I’ve been trying to get healthier!”

Customer: “Oh that’s good. What diet are you on, or did you…..”*pauses to lean in and whisper*“Did you get that surgery thing. I’ve been thinking about that too so no need to be ashamed.”*insert sly smile*

Me:*Stands there blinking a moment before giving that awkward laugh you give when you just don’t know what to say* “Ah, actually no diet per say, and I am waaay to poor for surgery of any kind. No, I actually cut out dairy finally since I’m actually allergic to it, and cut gluten out of my diet because my partner is highly allergic and I figured why not do so in solidarity. I love my meats so you know not too brutal. And I’ve been doing some basic exercises like walking and little 5lb weights that we sell here. It’s been amazing and I actually feel like I can do things without falling over dead!”

**mind you, I am stilllll scanning the overflowing cart of stuff this woman has and she is not unloading it at all, so I am having to hop lean over my counter to reach her items**

Customer: *Pauses with this surprised look before her lip literally curls and she gives me the most disgusted look ever* You know how unhealthy it is to starve yourself!

Me: *actually goes still to being confused* What?

Customer: I mean you should have better self esteem in how you look and love your body no matter what people tell you! Starving yourself is not the answer! *starts to go on rant about media and about how I’m some dumb child falling for this and how I probably cut and how I’m not 'that’ over weight and make up can fix my face.*

Me:*stares at this now labeled crazy bitch getting annoyed* Ma'am…I’m 23…I am doing this for my health, I can still down a whole chicken by myself if I wanted, but I am trying to portion my food. *Holds out receipt as she swiped her card while ranting loud enough that all cashiers are now staring* Have a good day.

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I mean are you kidding me!? I have bee actively shamed more since I have been working to try and get healthy more than once! One woman had the guts to tell me that losing weight is for whores and I was just going to be a target for rape if I did this. I have been called stupid, worthless and informed how ugly I am. WHAT THE SEVEN HELLS IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!!!????

By the way, that conversation actually took place almost over a year before the gluten free diets started to gain some fame/attention.

3. The Assumption that Working out is dangerous/I don’t know what working out is.

~I cannot count the amount of times I have been lectured and talked down too when I mention that I need to work out more or am trying to work out. People people people…I am not stupid. Yes I know how to lift weights, yes I loooove punching bags, yes I know how to run and yes I know how to swim and do sit ups. The surprise you get from people is insane. What people assume is that you have never been active your entire life, and you eat like a damn pig. No, that isn’t always the reason someone is over weight. When i was a kid, I was active, I played softball, I was into multiple forms of martial arts including MMA (thanks to my dad), running, climbing etc. I was like this till about 13-14 years old. That is when depression, stress, loneliness and lack of support entered my life. That and my genetics and a knee surgery I had when I was 16-17, yeah I got damn fat! But I’m not stupid! My Gods!

4. Depression is the biggest Bitch ever.

~I won’t lie, my biggest demon, is depression. even when losing weight, when you have sooo many telling you how horrible you are for trying to lose weight or for doing it, even that one person (for me my partner) who is supporting you…..sometimes it isn’t enough. You watch your body change, going down and then ballooning back up and then back down and put that on repeat. It’s hard. When you have a 40 hrs + job, the world around you is literally falling apart, knowing that going outside can get you killed and worse, when you look at your bills and you feel like there is no end, when you look at your life and you know, you know this is not what you wanted to do with it, or what you are capable of doing…..damn it gets hard. It’s hard to keep that motivation to be healthy. Real Healthy I mean. For years I convinced myself that 'my’ method was the best, that how I was eating would do my body well. I was never told that fat girls could have an eating disorder. And than I realized what I was doing. I was doing a different kind of binge and purge. I would take 1 week and just massively over eat, to the point that I would vomit on my own without any finger, and then for 2 weeks, I just wouldn’t eat anything. I would drink water or for a while, soda….maybe have a bag of chips….but nothing else. For 2 damn weeks. I never felt faint, dizzy, dazed. I only felt tired, still massively depressed and my weight would bounce that a stupid bouncy ball in a locked room. Later, through my own studying as during the years of going to a doctor (And more than once ulcer later) I had always been told I was surprisingly healthy and active for my age (I CALL BULLSHIT), I realized the reason I didn’t feel this, was because my body was eating itself and I’ve got/had the stores to eat where these sessions while unhealthy, wouldn’t trigger my brain. People assume that working out, getting healthy and changing your lifestyle, changes that. But to be honest, YOU CAN BE DOING IT ALL RIGHT AND STILL BE DEPRESSED! I feel the need to shout that from the roof tops sometimes! Even if you have the best support system, sometimes, you still feel very much alone in your situation. And there is no reason you or anyone should be feeling guilty about this.

Alright, there is my rant, I could likely add more, but in this moment, I don’t want too. For any who read, thank you for reading, and know, You CAN do this. What is healthy for one person, doesn’t mean it’s healthy for you (This is coming from the person that is actually allergic to the entire mustard family when it comes to greens) and above all, you’re worth getting healthy, physically and mentally. You can want to lose weight, all while loving yourself.

Here are two links for people going through this in my opinion that might help:

https://www.torrid.com/homepage ~~A great place for clothing that frequently has some damn good sales and does focus on how it fits your body.

https://www.udemy.com/ ~~This might we odd, but classes help. Whether it’s in art for self therapy or self expression, or nutrition classes. They do have sales (Their current black Friday/Cyber Monday sale of epicness)

Alright everyone, have a wonderful, and a life that you can be proud of.

#weight #rant #health #losing weight #opinions #I repeat this is a personal rant and I know it doesn't apply to everyone #fat #Bitch I am beautiful now I want to be healthy #Entry1

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